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Part 5 Both Jake and I turned to look at the new visitor standing in the doorway. While it was hard to focus my dialated eyes on him, I knew without any doubt who it was. It was my college wrestling coach. Coach K was a national champion in his glory days. He is now in his mid 30s and still kept himself in remarkable shape. He stands about 5'10" and weighs 200 pounds of pure muscle. I was frozen in fear at being discovered naked and covered in another mans cum, sweat, and funk. How in the hell am I gonna explain this to coach? Jake seemed at ease and said "Took ya long enough to get here". Coach K said the roads were a bitch but apparently so was his wrestler. They both laughed at this. I tried to hide under the covers and tried to wish myself outta there and Coach walked over and flung the blankets off of me. "Well well well, looks like Boyd really is a fag like I always figured". Jake said " this one has a hot tight pussy on him too. I already bred him twice and after I dosed him good, he was good to be rode hard and put down wet". Coach K grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes. "Damn Jake, this boy is spun out". Jake just smiled. Coach said " I really can't have a drug using pussy boy on my team representing the good name of our college". I started crying at this point. My scholarship was the only reason I was able to go to college. If I was kicked off the team, lost my scholarship, I was done. I pleaded with Coach to forget what he saw and let it go. He smirked and said " how am I supposed to forget that one of my wrestlers gets caught naked with my partner at our cabin AND in an altered state? Especially when I seen what a fine ass you got there?". Wait, Jake is your partner? What were the chances of this being a random chance? " Boy, there are two types of men in this world, alphas and betas. Alphas are winners, and betas serve the alphas. There isn't any shame in being one or the other but you are what you are". " Look boy, when I recruited you I knew you were never going to be championship material but I did see a boy I could help mold into a damn fine beta for us and the team. I been planning on getting you up here for awhile now but Jake got you up here first and by that fresh cum running down your leg, I can see I was right about you. Now what are we going to do with you now?" I wasn't following all of what Coach was saying. He was trying to basically say that I was fucked in more than one way. He said that I wasn't really on a path that would build up the team in competition and now that he knew I had broken the no drugs rule, he oughta report me to the University and my college life would be over. I was sobbing by this point. This wasn't even my fault. Jake was the one who drugged me and seduced me. I was screwed. Coach K then said with a twinkle in his eye, " Well, there is one way out of this if you are interested "

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

Chapter I I was never the wild kind. I knew when to say no and never drank more than necessary. The gym was my sanctuary and I would always play safe when I hook up, especially since I'm a total bottom. I was in my comfort zone, being 28 in Toronto, working in a startup developing mobile apps with a good surrounding. My health was great, my relationships were good and I believed that because I played by the rules, I would be rewarded sufficiently. It all changed though when I met Victor. Was it fate? Or chance? I always thought that if I wasn't stood up by the guy my colleague tried to set me up with at Woody's, I would've had a regular life now, ready to live in the suburbs with a clean shaven man I would call my husband. But no, it seemed as if my date was caught in traffic and had to rain check. Alone I sat by the bar, sipping my third gin and tonic for the night. I should leave soon, even if it's a Friday night. The bartender then handed me a glass of what I suppose was rum and coke, and informed me that it came from the man at other end of bar. With the excess lights and music, it was difficult for me to make him out that I had to tilt my head like a curious ostrich. When I saw him, it was too late to hide in the sand. He stood up and segued towards me. He had to be at least 6'1. Not too muscular, but fit nevertheless. With a black oversized tanktop, his biceps were defined, larger than average and his veins were popping. His pecs were also exposed, with his nipples showing at certain angles. Both sleeves had tribal tattoos in different colors. Under his nose was an 80s pornstache, and his head had a curly sort of mullet. He must've been at least in his late 50s, but he wouldn't look a day past 40. With the lights flickering across his face as he approached me, I could see how sharp his gaze was at me. He was also wearing a pair of leather chaps, jeans exposed by the crotch. He had a septum piercing, and was wearing a dogtag with a biohazard ring. What could it mean? "Hi, mind if I take this seat?" I said sure... stuttering a bit as I pulled the chair next to me. "Thanks for the drink, kinda need it." "Yeah, rough day?" "Not really, just got stood up. Rarely happens tho but my work mate isn't really best match maker" "Ah I see. Well, it comes and go. On the bright side, you get to meet me instead. I'm Victor." "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew. How long have you been staring there?" I questioned, trying to be a bit flirty since I might as well take the chance now. "Well, since you got in. Such a cute ass you have there. You got to tell me where you got those pants. And these too.." He started to touch my left ear and grazed his fingers on the piercings I had, smiling with his eyes locked on me. "Thanks, haha." I tried to reciprocate by bringing my stool closer to his and placed my right hand on his lap. His hand was now on my shoulder. We continued to break the ice and spent almost an hour talking, with him covering the tab and keeping the drinks coming. From my understanding, Victor is a video artist who lives off a hefty commission. He spent his early 20s in New York and only came back to Canada a few years ago. I was pretty captivated that I too was sharing a lot bout myself and was strangely attracted to him even though I don't go for older guys. Especially with his style. It was edgy, industrial and nothing close to the cookie cutter ivy league boys I'd go for. Perhaps it was his candor and demeanour that made got my attention. He doesn't speak as fast as most guys do, his voice lacked the usual anxious filled hesitancy. It was still effeminate, but full of confident. The stories he told me bout his endeavours were fascinating and we didn't break eye contact the entire time. "I don't know if this is your style, but do you want to get out of here? I don't live too far." Usually, I'm a prude and only kept fucking on the 3rd date. But given that I was stood up and another man showed up, and the alcohol had made me not overthink as much, I agreed. I thought maybe it's one of those nights where I'll let loose a bit and have those moments you say no regrets. And not an ounce of regret did I have since I met Victor that night. We walked to his place, about 10 minutes away. Hidden in a quiet alley was a townhouse. I didn't expect him to be this wealthy, I thought. We held hands during the entire time. His palm was callous, and his fingernails were sharp, manicured like a piranha's teeth. Probably part of his whole style. I don't know why but I was turned on by it. We head to the kitchen where he suggested that we should freshen up. "I know we've drank quite a bit, but I don't want to cut this time we're spending too soon and head to bed. Do you want to have more fun?" "What do you mean?" The right door of the fridge was pulled open and Victor took out some capsules with a bottle of gatorade. He grabbed 2 highball glasses from underneath the counter cabinet and placed it between us. "This is kinda of a fun drink. It's not alcoholic, but it does make us feel more at ease." In my mind, I was telling myself how I was always against drugs. With an distant cousin that never made it out of rehab due to heroin, the tales I hear from my parents kept me on a straight edge path. Even the occasional joints were something I would only participate in if everyone was in. "Don't worry, Victor. It isn't dangerous or anything. It's just a drink called G. I promise you'll be fine." I smiled at him and nodded. With a gulp, I drank a kind of liquid that tasted sharp like metals, forcing a deep gulp that took more than just courage. "See? Not too bad right?" Victor then approached closer to my face and pecked me. This was our first kiss. I returned the kiss and both our hands were now held on each other's face. With a short glance, we embraced again and made out. After about 5-10 minutes of continuous caress, I started to feel a bit lighter and a bit lethargic, but I was still conscious. Victor then asked if I would want to join him upstairs in his room or just hang where we were. Was it that obvious that I was a prude to him? I couldn't help but blush with how Victor was treating me. He acknowledged how inexperienced I was but respected it. "Yeah, show me your room." We climbed 2 floors up and opposite of the hallway was a double door. It opened to a room that was huge and luxurious. King sized poster bed, with black linen sheets. A few large candles stacked on both sides of the end tables and above the headboard was a large preserved head of a ram, horns protruding in a curl, pointed to the pillows. There was also an antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room, with one side of the wall covered in armoires that were dark oak. The floor was velvet maroon and it was obvious how Victorian and gothic his room was. Nothing short of a work of art though. I looked around the room and found myself captivated by the decor of memorabilia. There was also a large wooden X hung opposite of the armoire. It's as if someone was supposed to be placed in it, with limbs attached. There was also a mid sized marble statue of what seem like a minotaur under the chandelier, acting as a centrepiece for the bedroom. "Neat, huh? These are all the treasures I've found over the years.. vintaged, given, passed down, all very unique and possess a certain kind of energy, if you believe in those kinds of things" "Cool, it must have taken a lot of effort to do this. It's remarkable." I was still gliding around the room, observing the details and furnitures I would never have imagined. The drink I had was also still in effect and I couldn't help but to lean on Victor's chest a as he guided me around with him behind me. I also started to feel his bulge brushing my ass starting to get bigger. My suspicions were right bout the wooden X as Victor explained how it's used to punish and incite pleasure on those who got on it. "Maybe one day you get to get on it" He whispered in my ears as he brushed my waist and arched his head down for a kiss. I yielded and allowed myself to be engulfed in his embrace, once again. This time, it felt much better with the drink's effect. We continued to make out and approached the velvet ottoman that was in front of the bed. Victor stopped us and we sat on it. He ended our kiss and formed that devilish grin he had when we first saw each other. "Do you smoke weed, Drew?" "Sometimes, but I don't really like it. Makes you feel slow." "Yeah, I agree. Do you want to feel fast instead?" "What do you mean?" Victor unlocked the ottoman that was also a chest to take out a wooden box where there was a glass pipe, a torch and tiny bags of what seemed like coarse, unprocessed salt. "This is T, another thing we can do if you don't want the fun to end. All you got to do is just smoke it a bit and let go of yourself.." I was now hesitating a bit, but I couldn't say no as I was curious to where this night will lead me. Any suggestions Victor proposed couldn't be bad, I rationalized and so far, I am having one of the best times I've ever had. "I'll teach you okay, and don't worry, you're safe with me." He lit the pipe with the torch after placing some of the substance from the bag and began inhaling. Without any warning, he grabbed my head and pushed his tongue into me while exhaling, and I couldn't help but to breathe in and take the smoke. "Just let go of yourself Drew, let go of yourself to me.." Victor made a few more inhalation and exchanged it with me and I made sure that I was going to let go of myself to him. In an instance, I began trembling and felt more excited than usual. It was as if the drink I had had now counterbalanced what I smoked. I had never physically felt this good before. My eyes started to dilate and my heart began to race. My focus on Victor was more prominent, and his more intense on me. We starred at each other and made out on the bed. I lost track of how many times Victor lit the pipe but every time he did, he made sure he shared it with me. My body really did feel lose now, and the sensation I felt from Victor's touch and caress was electrifying. Victor took off his tanktop and his chaps, with only his jeans. His body was also tattooed and on his navel was an inverted pentagram in circle. He then took all my clothes off, leaving only my nylon green jock that said PUMP. "Cute pair, Drew. Want to try something better?" We jolted from the bed and walked to the armoire where once opened, the shelves revealed different kinds of jocks in different materials. "You've done a lot for me tonight Victor, and I'm really grateful for everything. You can choose what you want me to be in." The excitement from the smoke made me very vulnerable and more submissive than I would admit. A leather jock was what he chose and a studded choker collar was placed around my neck. The left door of the armoire was opened to reveal a full mirror which I saw myself in. My ass looked better in this jock, more structured with better shape. The collar was the perfect touch. Next, Victor put on a leather harness on himself and it was now I realized both his nippled were pierced. This turned me on completely but my cock was still limp. As a matter of fact, I haven't gotten hard since we smoked. I guess it is better that I'm wearing a jockstrap. "Now, are you ready to really have fun, Drew?" I could only nod and say Fuck yes.

Part 4: Dominic takes Will “Take of your pants.” He said. I backed away and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes. With my pants to the side, I ran my fingers along the waistband of my boxers, hesitating for a moment. I watched as Dominic removed his pants, revealing a jockstrap underneath. We stood almost naked taking each other in. I slipped of my boxers, revealing my cock and balls. Dominic smiled. “How big are you?” he asked. “I’m six foot,” I said. “No,” he said. “How big is your dick?” “I don’t know.” Dominic turned and moved to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a tape measurer. “Get hard,” he said, walking to me. I reached down and started jerking my cock, though seeing Dominic in his jockstrap was doing enough on its own. With him standing so close to me, I could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating. “There,” I said, pushing out my pelvis for him to see. He kneeled down, holding the measuring tape out along my shaft. “Eight inches,” he said. “Big boy.” “Is that good?” He smiled up at me. “That’s perfect. Just think, this cock was almost wasted on an ungrateful woman. Good thing I got to you first. Still, it also means that I’m still king.” He removed his jockstrap, revealing a semi-erect cock that took my breath away. “Ten inches and thick.” “I don’t think I can take that,” I told him. Feeling once again worried about my choice. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me again. “We’ll go slow… at first. Here, wear this.” He handed me his jockstrap. I looked inside and found some stains. I assumed they were cum and piss stains. Normally, I would recoil, but now, taking it from Dominic, I wanted nothing more than to wear it. As I lifted a leg, he reached out and stopped me. “Smell it first,” he said. Slowly, I raised it to my nose and breathed in, my head spinning from the smell of sweat, piss, and cum. I wanted more. I breathed in deeper, pressing the fabric to my face. My tongue slipped out and ran along the fabric, tasting him. “What do you think?” he asked. All I could do was moan. “Put it on.” I hated that I wasn’t going to smell or taste him, but he wanted me to do what he said. I slipped it on, finding the pouch a bit larger than needed. He really was a big guy. Now with his jockstrap off, I could see the tattoo his towel had been hiding. It was a biohazard symbol, the type you see near fallout shelters. It meant to stay away. For me, I wanted to get closer. “Kneel down,” Dominic said. I did as I was told. He stepped closer, his cock in my face, hard as a rock. “Taste it,” he said. I opened my mouth and took in his mushroom head. I’d never tasted someone else. Not like this. Already my jaw was straining to take him in. On my tongue I could taste his precum. It was sweet. “That’s it, baby,” he said, running his hand through my hair, holding on to the back of my head. “Take in a bit more.” He pushed his cock further into my mouth, invading my throat. I started gagging. “Don’t worry,” Dominic said. “You’ll learn to fight that. You’ll have to. How’s it taste?” His cock fell out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin. “It tastes amazing.” He slipped his cock back into my mouth, his hand guiding me further down. I gagged again. There was no way I could take him all. I wanted to, but I knew my limits. I bobbed on his cock, trying to keep my teeth away. I knew little about blowjobs, but I knew you weren’t supposed to use your teeth. I looked up and saw Dominic’s head tilted back. “Is it alright?” I asked him. He looked down at me, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a natural,” he said. “We’ll have my whole cock down your throat in no time.” “How?” “Practice,” he said. My cock was throbbing against Dominic’s jockstrap. I reached down and started rubbing, moaning with pleasure. “A born cocksucker,” Dominic said, watching as I pleasured myself, trying to shove more of his cock into my throat. I was halfway. “Time for something new. Get on the bed.” I stood up and followed him to the bed, crawling to the middle. He went to his desk again and pulled out a tube and small vial. “These will make everything easier,” he said, turning to the bed and climbing up next to me. “Spread your legs. Let me see your hole.” I did as I was told. Several men had seen me naked at the gym when I went in to shower. That experience wasn’t new. Having someone else see my butthole was a new experience. I had yet to have a prostate exam, and other than the fooling around I had done days before, it had been an area unexplored. Dominic looked down and then at me. “You’ll need to open wide for me,” he said. “Pull your knees up to your chest. Show me.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, stretching in ways I’d never done before. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over my hole. I flinched. “Sensitive,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” He slipped off the bed and leaned down, bringing his face to my hole. “You’ll enjoy this.” My body seized and I gasped. I looked down and saw only the top of his head as his mouth was open around my hole. I could feel his tongue licking. Is this sanitary, I wondered? Do I care? I’d never felt anything like it. My body shuddered, his tongue probing even deeper. I could feel him enter me. I looked down again and saw his eyes watching me. The same ferocity was in his eyes. He was eating me, devouring me. After minutes of this passion, he moved back and took a deep breath in through his nose. “You smell good,” he said, licking his lips. “You taste even better.” “Really?” He smiled. “It’s time to open you up,” he said. “Here, open his bottle. Close your one nostril and breathe in deep. Try to hold as long as you can.” “What is it?” I asked him. “It’s called a popper.” “Is it a drug?” I asked him. “I don’t do drugs.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s an aid. It’ll help you open up.” I nodded and unscrewed the lid. I held it to my nose, held one nostril closed, and breathed in deep. I almost dropped the bottle as my head continued to spin. I felt light, a warmth rushing through me. At the same moment, I felt something push against my hole, forcing itself inside. I looked down and saw Dominic’s hand out of sight. His eyes met mine. “One finger in,” he said, starting to move in and out. He took the bottle and squirted something on his hand. “Take another hit, and we’ll try for two.” I did as I was told. “Good boy. How about three?” I was in another world. I took two more hits. “Four.” Another two hits. He smiles at me. “That’s five, baby.” His hand pumped in and out of me, my hole open. “Looks like you cut yourself,” he says. “What happened there?” “My finger,” I told him. “It… slipped.” “Sure it did,” he said. “It might open up a bit. That’s not abnormal. Trust me. Sometimes there’s blood.” “Blood?” “Don’t worry,” he says. “Don’t you trust me?” My breath caught. “Of course.” “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Wait,” I said, arresting his attention. “Do you… I mean… do you have a condom?” His face falls. “I don’t use condoms,” he says. “But, don’t you have to?” “If you’re afraid of knocking a woman up, sure,” he said. “But between men, never. There’s nothing like feeling skin against skin. That’s where the true connection exists, feeling your partner’s body, their most sensitive points and places. That’s what it’s about.” “I’m just, I’m not sure,” I told him, my legs dropping from my chest. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” he told me. “I can’t stay hard with one on. Real men don’t use condoms. If you don’t agree, you can leave. That’s up to you.” I saw him leave the bed, standing at full height, his cock curving up, fully hard. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as the man in front of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything. I thought of my dream and how much I had wanted it to be real. Now it was. Why would I lose this chance willingly? I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees back to my chest. He smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Time to take your virginity.” Dominic crawled onto the bed and returned his hand to my hole, massaging it. “I’ll go slow at first,” he said, “but once I’m in, I won’t be able to stop. Understand?” I nodded. “Then here we go.” He lined up his cock to my hole. “Take another hit,” he said, nodding to the vial. As I breathed deep, I felt what must have been his entire hand pressing against my hole. “Almost in,” he said, smirking. There was a searing pain, my body willing me to move away from this unexpected intruder. “Don’t back away,” he said as if he could read my mind. “There,” he said. “The heads in.” “Just the head?” I asked. He laughed. “Let’s keep going.” The pain increased as he pushed more in. “Keep breathing,” he told me. My hands were shaking, losing the hold of my legs. Dominic grabbed my ankles and held them steady, spreading my cheeks even more. His eyes closed as he continued to surge forward. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so tight. It’s been years since I had a virgin ass to myself. Tell me, baby. Tell me your ass is mine.” “My ass is yours,” I whimpered, still trying to push through the pain. I felt like I was being torn in half. My heart was pounding. How much more of this man existed that was still outside of me? “Almost there,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Just a bit more.” For a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. A ten-inch cock was entering my body. How was anyone able to handle anything so big? I thought of my own cock, knowing it was only two inches shorter. Would someone feel this way if I fucked them, I wondered? A new sensation met me as I felt hair press against my ass. I looked down and saw Dominic’s pelvis pressed against me, his pubic hair mixing with the hairs on my balls. “You did it,” he said, smiling. “All ten inches. You’re not a virgin anymore.” I’m no longer a virgin, I thought. There’s no going back now. “I’m going to wait and let your ass grow accustomed to my size,” Dominic said. “Alright,” I said. “Daddy,” he said. “What?” “Call me Daddy,” Dominic said. “Say it. Call me Daddy, Son.” “Daddy,” I repeated, the word hanging in the air. Dominic smiled. “What do you want your Daddy to do, Son?” “I want you to fuck me,” I said. He raised a brow. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I corrected. He slid out of my ass and then slowly pushed himself back in, causing me to wince. “Who does your ass belong to?” “You, Daddy.” He pulled out again, pushing back in, this time with more force. “Who does your body belong to?” “You, Daddy.” Out and in. “Who does your soul belong to?” “You, Daddy.” “And who will you listen to and do whatever he tells you to do?” “You, Daddy.” “Who’s your master?” “You, Daddy.” “Who do you want to convert you?” “You, Daddy.” “That’s fucking right,” he growled, his pace quickening. I could feel his cock all the way up in my chest, reaching for my heart. With every thrust, he hit a spot in my body that I’d never felt before, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You feel that, Son? That’s your prostate I’m hitting. Only the biggest dicks can make you feel that way, obliterating the spot that makes men quake.” My hand was down to my crotch, reaching beneath the jockstrap, grabbing my cock and balls. I was the hardest I’d ever been. Precum was oozing out of my piss slit, collecting in my pubic hair in puddles. “Let me see that cock,” Dominic said. I pushed the jock’s pouch down beneath my balls, my cock springing to life. A drop of precum flew through the air and stuck to his treasure trail. Without missing a beat, he left go of my ankle and collected the precum on his finger, bringing it to his mouth. He moaned. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So pure. So clean. Let’s see if we can change that.” His pace quickened, the bed shaking beneath us. He started grunting as I moaned, my body unable to contain the waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I took hold of my cock again and started pumping, stopping as Dominic’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t jerk off,” he said. “I want to see you cum hands free.” “Can I do that?” I asked. “Only when a big cock is inside you,” he said. “You’ll see.” He pounded harder. His breathing started to quicken. “I’ve got a huge load for you,” he said. “I can feel it boiling in my balls. Tell me where you want it, Son? You don’t want me to waste it on your stomach, do you?” “No, Daddy,” I said. “You only want it in your ass, right?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Tell me that’s where you want it.” “I want your cum in my ass, Daddy.” “You want me to convert you?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to knock you up?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to make you mine forever?” “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours forever. Cum in my ass.” “You’ve got it,” he growled, pushing as far into my ass as he could, his head thrown back as he cried out. “Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming in your ass, Son. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Daddy. I can feel it.” I could feel his cock throbbing, a warmth spreading inside of me. At that very second, my own cock came to life, shooting ropes of cum into the air, splattering down on my face, chest, and stomach. Taken over by the pleasure, I scooped up my cum and started shoveling it into my mouth, relishing the taste of my first hands free cum. “I’m still cumming,” Dominic cried, looking down at his cock. His body was shaking with each pulse. “Fuck. It’s like it won’t stop.” “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I said, still bringing my cum to my mouth.

The second he pulled out his wet cock from my ass, I knew I needed more seed. After he left, I logged on to Grindr -- still naked on the bed, covered in sweat with a trail of cum leading out of my ass. This Latino guy was nearby, said he was ready to breed. The thought of his fat uncut cock fucking the Spanish guy's cum deeper in me and churning his load drove me wild. I gave him my room number and within 15 min I heard the door open. I tried to make this one a bit more anonymous - I never looked up. I heard his pants hit the floor and he walked over and put a huge uncut dick in my face. I slid it down my throat and pressed my nose against his bush, inhaling his musky sweaty scent. He'd clearly been out most of the hot morning and his crotch smell worked better than poppers. My hole was craving another dump of sperm inside. After only a few minutes, he turned me around. I knew he was eager -- he didn't even take off his shirt. I could feel his head seek my hole, and he just plunged in, releasing a huge sigh as he entered me. "Fuck! It's so wet - do you have a load in there already?" he said. "Just one so far." This drove him wild. The thought of the other guy's cum as lube drove him over the edge. I braced while he nailed me harder and harder, using the headboard to hold myself while my face was buried in the mattress. All that mattered was his load in me. I felt him shake and slam into my ass one final time while he knocked me up -- the gush of cum inside my already full hole mixing with the previous dude's seed. I was in heaven - this is what bareback is all about. He pulled out and looked down. He chuckled, "Damn. dude I really flooded you." The whole encounter lasted less than 10 minutes. As he walked out and thanked me for the release, I asked him to keep the door open a crack...

Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.

I was traveling for work and was in a hotel on my own. As soon as I checked in, I noticed the elevator didn't need a keycard and I was in the middle of the gay district. My cock immediately started to grow. My meetings weren't until 3:00 PM, so I pretended my flight was delayed so I could have the morning/mid afternoon to myself. Logging on to Grindr, I located a guy in my hotel - 32 feet away. He looked good from his pics, mid-30s, top, fit, Spanish tall (like me), and hung thick uncut. So I thought 'Okay, let's do this'. I asked him if he was into raw. His reply was "Only," so it was on, giving him my room number. Pulling on my red 'Nasty Pig' jock, I left the door ajar, positioned myself ass-up and awaited his arrival. When I heard the door open, I turned and immediately noticed his height. Now, I'm 6"4' so usually everyone is shorter than me, so I don't really notice height unless the guy is exceptionally tall. In this case, however, he was so tall I immediately thought 'Damn, he's tall as fuck'. I also noticed he was even better than his photographs had suggested. My nine inch cock got rock hard and was now sticking straight of the jock strap. I heard the hot sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans hitting the floor. He immediately started eating my ass, the scruff from his beard burying into my cheeks while his tongue borrowed into my hot pink hole. Although my hole is always quite tight, he readily opened me up. While I was nervous about taking his thick piece, he had left my ass wet and slick, so when he him pull off and start to tease my ass with his big purple head, I begged him to slide in. The only thing on my mind was that big mushroom squirting its load in my guts. He entered me slowly - I told him I wanted to feel every inch. I could even feel his head slip out of its hood straight into my hole. His precum and spit was all the lube we needed. He fucked me so hard and deep I could have cum without touching myself. He made me pull apart my cheeks so he could get even deeper. Every thrust hit my g-spot and I was in ecstasy. I was doing all I could not to cum, and he was milking my prostate so much that I was leaking precum like I never had before. At one point the bed was so wet from my precum he actually thought I had cum. Several times he made me lick my own precum and share it with him in a kiss. We fucked for probably 30 minutes in all different positions. My raw ass was his and he could have it any way he wanted. He would now and then pull out and feed me his cock so I could taste all the ass juices and his precum, and then tell him to kiss him with it. After a while, his beard was glistening with all the saliva, ass juice, and precum from both him and me. Finally, I could feel him getting close. He started in that ryhthm which tells the bottom he would soon feel ropes of cum blow into his guts. This guy, however, was definitely in charge, and demanded I beg for his load, demanding I tell him how much I wanted to be knocked up, have his babies in my ass. Finally I pulled my ass cheeks apart so he could breed me deep, he shook slightly, at which point I felt a river of sperm spurt into my insides. His load was feverishly hot, and I could feel every spurt. I was going wild, thrusting and pushing back to suck up every drop. As he came down from his orgasm he lay on top of me, shaking, as my ass continued milking his cock to the last drop. He pulled out and I could feel a solid trail of sperm dribble down my leg. He slapped my ass, commenting it had been an amazing fuck, and moved to dress. Getting up, I thanked him, and learning we would both be at the hotel another day, I gave him my extra key card, telling him I wanted every drop of cum his balls could produce. Smiling, he accepted the key card and stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind himself - but not all the way.... ?

I tried to get both my holes

Installment number Six of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, so did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday evening as Charlie plans a surprise for Kieran that we'll all enjoy. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6 ...then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in. FRIDAY EVENING: PARTY PREP AND CHARLIE’S ‘REVENGE’ A bright flash and a deafening ominous roll of thunder abruptly woke me from my disco-power nap. Startled, I looked at my laptop’s clock and saw that it was just after 8pm… moments later my travel alarm started its obnoxious high-pitched beeping. I was pleased I was able to get almost a 2-hour nap in, as I was feeling refreshed and ready/horny for the coming House Party. Hearing the wind pick up to a howl, I glanced out my window to see an incredible amount of rain pouring down almost sidewise in the heavy winds that had picked up. Water was rolling downhill on Carver Street and pooling some where the road dead ended at Commercial Street. There were a number of tree limbs visible as I looked, then turned and glanced back up Carver towards the Backstreet Bar – this was no minor storm! I hoped the boys weren’t made late by the weather, as they were out on their rounds delivering the magic enhancements many gay men on vacation liked to enjoy. Knowing there were likely to be a good number of guys in and out of my room at times during the orgy, I spent the time waiting for Lou and Vice by getting everything set for a bunch of strangers stopping by. All my normal clothes were put on hangers, and luggage, my computer case, wallet and valuables were locked in my large rolling suitcase, with hangers, suitcase and a knapsack of my more expensive sex toys moved to the closet, which would be locked as soon as Lou got his stuff in there. I left out the cooler with snacks, my laptop, my party case including my pipes, paper towels, lube, poppers and max impact out, and laid a bunch of leatherwear on the bed for the three of us to choose from after showering. The party case was a lockable toolbox with an additional smaller locked area in the lid. The favors were locked in that lid after I filled my pipes, and then the pipes, torches, and other items were locked in the outer box with a metal cable computer/luggage lock which chained it to the frame of the bed. I used another cable to lock my computer to the exposed pipes that ran up the room wall behind the dresser it sat on. (I know I sound a bit paranoid, but T sometimes lets some men ‘forget their manners’, so better safe than sorry…). I pulled out some plastic food wrap – a trick my buddies from Jersey City taught me – and proceeded to double cover my keyboard with it then pulled a sheet very tightly over the screen, taping both down to prevent lubed or greasy hands from messing up the machine. [It works like a charm, BTW you just have to make sure you don’t wrap the entire thing and cover the fan exhausts on the bottom!] A tap on the door was followed by Charlie sticking his head in asking for my number so he could text me his. That way, we’d know when he was ready for us to come down and get his naughty honey all prepped to enjoy his partying openly for the first time with his Hubby Charlie - who swore off partying three years earlier for Kieran who was much more prudish back then. Moments after we did the number exchange my phone buzzed again, letting me know our delivery men had returned and were about a block away, so I should come down and meet them on the porch. I went down in just construction boots and cutoffs and stepped out onto the porch where I was immediately buffeted by stinging rain as two shapes in slickers carrying a couple of large black hefty leaf bags pelted down the street then up onto the porch. They were drenched but they had only shorts and flipflops on under the ponchos (regular clothes and shoes were in one of the bags). “You’re early,” I observed. “Not that I mind.” “We certainly didn’t ‘hang’ anywhere – not with a hot party like this one awaiting us and not in this monsoon my man,” replied Lou with a cocky grin... so let 'Santa' deliver his presents jiffy-quick and then we can shower and prep and start the debauchery.” We hung their slickers by the main door and the duffel bags and knapsacks we pulled from the big hefty bags were all dry and snug, and rolled up the bags inside each other and left them in the vestibule. “Okay, so only one more to go and I’ll be able to lock the door early,” Zar said coming up behind us. “The few who went out are back from dinner and I have a single guest checking in who just called from the Amtrak Shuttle Bus from Hyannis that he’s been on for over 2 hours coming up from the train station cause of the shitty weather. He said they just entered the East End, so he should be here in less than ten minutes, and I can get ready early for a change!” Zar seemed like a kid in a candy store, very different from his usual taciturn personality. He reminded us to come down to the staff area in the basement to shower and clean up once Lou did his quick rounds of the rooms that needed him. We dropped their bags in my room while Lou pulled a lockbox from his things, dropped it in a small knapsack, with a case for one pipe and one torch and said he’d be quick, only one puff with each ‘client’. While he was gone, Vice and I shared a granola bar and some Gatorade while we picked out cock rings and other items for the three of us to wear during the party and left them on the bed while I put the heavier chaps and vest away, at least for now. In about 15 minutes Lou was back – between guys needing to shower and clean out in the shared bathrooms and his promise that he was staying to party with us, the guys all let him go with only a quick puff or two each to show the quality of his product. He approved of the choices we made for him for ‘accessories’ and taking my shaving/shower kit with me, we headed down the back stairs to clean up in the staff shower rooms, skipping the wait for the guest bathrooms on the first, second and third floors. Several of the houseboys were down there waiting for their deliveries as well. Three out of the five received items from Lou – German migrant worker Karl, Southern Miles and another international worker, a beefy kid from Sicily named Lorenzo. We stripped down while those three loaded pipes and such, with Karl passing his pipe to all of us while Lorenzo brought us towels. After a few clouds each, and realizing these kids weren’t going anywhere and were going to watch most of this, we turned on the gang showers and used the hoses to fill ourselves up for clean-out. FORTUNATELY, as I mentioned earlier in Part 3, at least the commodes on this level were individually enclosed so they couldn’t watch THAT part, thank god. After each of us rinsed out several times and felt ready to go, we got back in the group shower and started cleaning up – and to make the boys nuts (we thought) we started soaping each other, stroking dicks and nips, grabbing ass – until we were suddenly joined by the three under our showerheads, all the boys sampling a few sucks on our cocks and helping us wash our cracks and all. Lorenzo (who’s dad and grandpa were barbers) offered touch up shaves or trims around nips, chest, pubes and ass, all of us taking advantage of a little bit of personal ‘gardening’ to look hotter. While brushing our teeth and drying our hair, I passed my nail clippers along to the other two indicating it would probably be a good idea ‘just in case’. Karl instantly agreed with me from the shower where he was finishing his own clean up and encouraging them heartily to do so. The other two house boys, dark haired heavy bodied Noah and short and slight skinny hairless Seth got a bit bolder and finally came into the wet area to shower as the other three boys and we three guests were drying off and coming out. Zar came down the stairs at that moment, letting us know the last guest had arrived and he’d engaged the night lock on door fully, the house was now locked down and ready to party. He asked if one of the boys who was readiest could go upstairs and help the guest get his things to his room, so Miles pulled on some basketball shorts a tank and slides and ran up to do so. “I hope you don’t mind but since he’s in the room next to you, and seemed interested in not only our evening’s event, but in party favors, I told him to tap at your door in about 15 minutes or so and ask for Santa… you can go to his room at that point if he does ‘Alo… er, Lou’.” Lou’s face went from alarmed to a smile and he nodded his head. It seems Vice wasn’t aware of Lou’s full name! Zar received his potions and pleasures from Lou over in the corner, and as they walked back, Lou pulled another baggie of crystals as promised from his bag and handed them over with thanks. Zar dropped them in his manager’s private bedroom (the houseboys slept bunkhouse style in this one central room) and was back shortly with a really huge water bong and melted and rolled the bowl as we finished drying off and all took hits shot-gunning them to Zar or one of the boys, as Miles came bounding down the stairs. “He’s actually pretty hot,” he said. “For a really little guy he’s pretty built. Handsome too.” “And check this out,” Zar followed with a leer. “He’s a freakin’ PRIEST!!! So nasty and hot!” My eyebrows had shot up at that one, and I had a premonition. “This short hot priest wouldn’t be from Philadelphia, would he? Father Frank?” “Again? How the fuck do you know these things? You’re freaking me out man! Yeah, matter of fact he is a priest from Philly.” Zar gushed. “Because I actually know him.” I answered. “My husband lived in Philly when we met, and after a summer of living together here in P’Town, I actually gave up my apartment in NYC and spent a winter in Philadelphia with him there – never again! New York in winter from then on!” I paused to hit the bong then continued: “I met Father Frank that winter in Philly, he being a good friend of my hubby’s… he’s actually an Episcopal Priest now. He started Catholic but when he realized he just couldn’t give up sex, especially gay sex once he discovered it, he switched teams. He always wants to get real piggy, but his own partner very much prevents him from doing so, unlike mine. I had actually recommended this place to him! Oh, tonight just gets better and better…” I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find out he was here. He always came to P’town during this same week we did every summer and we always bumped into him. When his other half wasn’t around, I’d tell him how many hot times I’d had at the Ranch despite its slightly sleazy reputation, and he so wanted to try the place out. Since there were some years his partner didn’t join him, or came later as mine did, this must have been one of those times and Father Frank must have been ready to get his freak on. I gave the Houseboys a “heads up” that he’d probably be paying them a LOT of attention as twinks seemed to be his favorite extracurricular activity when away from his much older staid partner. Leo, Vice and I, just wrapped in towels while carrying our other stuff, headed back up to the room. I gave them both cockrings to wear (we had to help Vice get his on. I had Vice in a black metal one along with a leather armband only on the left for “top only” and adjusted my leather shorts to his waist size with both front and back panels off. Lou and I sported both arms for versatile. I had on a body harness and leather wrist cuffs that had zipped slit pockets I could stash my keys in while Lou borrowed my vest and a thick chrome cockring. We were approving each other’s look when there was a tapping at the door. “Come on in Frank!” I called out. My door opened and a flabbergasted looking Father Frank stepped through. “Francis Xavier Murphy, how nice of you to join us!” “Holy cow!” was the reply from the compact [banned word] priest - who I finally realized with a chuckle resembled Kirk Douglas in “Spartacus” down to the chin cleft. “Your other half isn’t in on this right?” Frank asked once we gave each other a greeting and a hug. “No, this would never be his thing, you know that… he’s at the annual Convention. And Terrance?” “Teaching a summer course at a Divinity School in England. I’m free to indulge.” I introduced him to the guys and we sparked up my pipe and had him do several hits. Seeing us checking out his tentative use of the torch, he gave us a little smile “I’m actually pretty new to this… some help please?” Vice did the honors with the torch for him to take a few more and then we each took our own hits and shot-gunned him. He seemed to really like that. Lou pulled something from his bag and palmed it to Frank, walking him next door to get his remuneration. I got a text from Charlie saying “About 5 minutes” so Lou gave us each a booty bump and injected all three of us with Tri-Mix to assure we’d all be able to top effortlessly during the evening. Charlie arrived a moment later and Lou gave him a Tri-Mix shot too – one he’d originally intended for Kieran. A quick small dose of G in some Gatorade for all of us and we locked the room and headed down to Kieran and Charlie’s. The hot former frat boy must have just gotten back from his shower and clean up as his hair was still damp and he seemed a bit groggy when Charlie welcomed us into the room. “Gentlemen, some help please?” requested Charlie as we manhandled Kieran into the sling while his bear cub lover gagged him with a wide leather strap. We then used the cuffs on ankles and wrist to secure him into the sling, heretofore generally only occupied by Charlie. “You may wonder what’s going on here,” Charlie said as Lou handed him some things Kieran strained his neck to see. The fratboy’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw his other half light a torch, and started expertly rolling a glass pipe, blowing a few huge clouds over Kieran’s face, then shotgunning each of the rest of us. The bound hottie looked longingly at the pipe while still the picture of utter confusion. “Three years ago when we met, I gave up partying and fucking around raw for my new guy who was terrified of both. Imagine my astonishment when I find out he’s doing party chems and not only bottoming, but bareback and taking loads!’ Kieran looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and was trying to say something around the gag, but Charlie just went on. “And, my love, I am PISSED!!” Kieran looked about to cry. “Not because you were doing either thing. Pissed because you were doing it WITHOUT ME, who gave it up for YOU!” He finally smiled down at his bound boyfriend. “So tonight, I’m going to celebrate being able to be a chempig again, and YOU are going to have more chemsex that you ever dreamed. So, J, if you’d get him ready…” Kieran had calmed down now, and I dropped to my knees and started to rim that hot jock hole getting him nice and wet. Vice passed me a good-sized crystal and I inserted it as far as my wetted fingers could push it. He mewed a bit through the gag as what had to be a bit of burn set in. This of course was more distraction than anything as Lou came around and stretched a tourniquet around Kieran’s arm, while Charlie stepped in front of the sling with one on his left arm and a point in his right. Charlie expertly found a good vein, got a register and injected himself with the entire contents while Kieran looked on gob-smacked. Before he released his tourniquet, Charlie hissed “YOUR TURN” as Lou said “Don’t move” and began injecting the tied up Jock. Charlie raised his arm over his head and pulled his band and then gave two loud hard coughs, followed by a “Fuck yes, Finally… So damn good!” Vice pulled Kieran’s gag off just as Lou pulled the kid’s band away and Kieran coughed out a couple of times followed by “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Charlie smiled as he dropped his yellow jockstrap and his trimix hard cock sprang out. With a quick pump from the lube bottle he greased up his tool and pushed it into Kieran in one slow thrust to the balls. Kieran was gasping for air from the swift entry when Charlie murmured “I do love you ya’ know baby… just don’t keep your desires a secret in the future, eh?” Still at a loss for words, Kieran just nodded. “Now you are going to stay in this sling until everyone who WANTS to fuck you has fucked you, baby. And you don’t get to say “no” to anyone do you hear? As your punishment you have to take on all comers, no matter who. When I let you out you can top again if you want and make your choices but for now you open for all, starting with me. Damn your hole is fine, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this being a total bottom for you… let’s change that up in the future, shall we?” Charlie half made love and half grudge fucked his boyfriend and it was hot to watch. The reclined back of the sling hung over the bed so a nimble guy could straddle the face of the occupant and either feed him cock or make him eat ass. As Charlie fucked his boy, I did both of those things and Kieran hungrily sucked and rimmed like a starving man. When we switched out to me fucking him, Charlie opened the door wide and left it wide open, inviting anyone who passed inside, letting them know his top boyfriend was being punished for misbehaving. The four of us all fucked him and had him orally service us to get his evening started right. I was not surprised when the first in the door from the hallway was Father Frank. I couldn’t wait to tell Kieran that the hot little guy who brutally fucked him (in only the best way) was a Priest!’ Charlie made sure Kieran saw him fucking both me and Lou while Vice and the rest of us took turns sandwiching Charlie from behind making him “Lucky Pierre” in front of his main squeeze. Karl was lassoed in for Charlie to pound out while more guys entered and took a turn on Kieran’s hot manhole. Lou indicated the door with a tilt of his head and I nodded back. Leaning over to talk into Kieran’s ear for a moment while his mouth was free for a minute I said, “Enjoying yourself?” A vigorous nod. “Good. Just so you know I wouldn’t have joined in if I thought this would upset you, but I figured Charlie was due his surprise, and that you’d like the outcome.” He nodded again with a big grin and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Oh, and just so you know? That hot little number that was the first to fuck you after the four of us? That’s a friend of mine. He’s a Priest at a parish in Philadelphia…” He gasped and his cock spit out a good glob of pre-cum and after a grunt he finally spoke, “oh fuck a Priest? That’s so wrong but hot.” “Sure is,” I replied. “We’re going to go cruise around a bit. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later. Maybe by then you can fuck one of us…” He winked in response and then demanded out loud, “Will one of you lazy fuckers sit on my face already??” I slipped out knowing he’d be just fine. Lou and Vice were waiting in the hall, and Vice was wondering about the extra strip of cloth most of the guys had tied somewhere on their body. I pointed over at a couple of baskets sitting on a table near the top of the stairs with a small light on it. “I remember these from last time – they’re sexual shorthand. One on the left means top, like I told you, one on the right means bottom, two mean versatile.” He nodded. “Black bands mean you bareback either top, both or bottom. White means condoms safe only, again top, both or bottom. You may notice a guy or two with two different colors, usually black left/white right meaning he’s versatile and he’ll sure GIVE loads while topping but not take them when bottoming, otherwise known as a selfish fucker…” Lou honked out a laugh at that. “And the glittery ones?” Vice asked. “Bystanders, Voyeurs, Watchers. They want to be able to look but won’t touch or be touched… usually lovers who don’t do extracurricular, or somebody who has some kind of STD, or a significantly older guy who doesn’t have the ‘umpf’ anymore but still has a sexy pervy mind. So long story short, don’t be bothered if all they do is look, don’t touch them and they won’t touch you.” We went to the table, and I tied one black band around Vice’s left arm while Lou and I both took two black bands. The table also held a bowl of condoms, some lube samples, paper towels and wet-wipes. We left those where they were and Lou headed toward my room, so he missed Vice holding a second black band while contemplating his bare right arm, went to put it back down, then tucked it into the small slash pocket of his (well, MINE, actually but he was wearing them) chap shorts. My breath caught for a moment as I waited for him to catch up. Lou had missed the little drama at the table, but I could see our str8 boy knew I had caught his action. Even in the red hallway lighting I could tell he blushed as his skin noticeably darkened. I just gave him a small understanding smile, and brief nod. “If you do decide, man, could I…?” He cut me off, “Only you. If I decide, I want an expert. No promises though, right?” he whispered. “No promises man... and I won’t tell either.” I whispered back, totally flattered by the compliment. Just then two guys came out of the bathroom, toiletry bags in hand, both wearing grey cotton jersey sweat shorts – which was more than the rest of us wandering the halls – the one in front was my age or perhaps even a bit older, in good shape but almost “too” perfect if you know what I mean – waxed, shaved, plucked, spray tan. All of that would have been just fine, if that was his M.O. except for the expression on his face and the disdain in his voice as he called over his shoulder to his companion, “Come on, quit gawking, let’s get back to our room before we catch something… nasty…” He headed to the only room on this floor, and one of only three in the whole place that had their doors closed and locked and their “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. The unfriendly fellow slipped into that room not without a raised eyebrow and smirk as he looked back at all the guys out and about and just rolled his eyes and murmured, “pathetic”. Hmmm, not heavy on the people skills, and whatever brought him to stay at THIS place of all possible guest houses in Provincetown if he was such an apparent prude? That’s when I noticed his companion. Up until now the closest anyone in the place came to African American Lou in ethnicity was Vice with his olive Portuguese skin – but now there was this guy. Glossy black hair, moustache and beard, soulful brown eyes, incredible mahogany colored skin and a rugby players’ compact muscle bod. He immediately reminded me of my Junior and Senior year Philosophy professor at Fordham – an unbelievably hot Iranian dude who’d never had man-sex before I met him, and even at 19 I was able to teach him a LOT about certain pleasures he’d never considered before, and we were occasional fuck-buds even after I got 4.0s in both of his courses (legitimately, actually!). This guy in the red-lit hallway took me right back to those days, looking like Persian or Arabian Royalty. With his opinionated other half now behind a closed door, he smiled shyly at Vice and me and some of the others as he glanced around with a hungry look. “Sorry you’re not joining us,” I whispered to him as he moved past me, and that was BEFORE I caught sight of one of the most magnificent asses in creation. His huge melon-shaped muscles made my jaw drop and he caught me looking at his ass and just smiled a dazzling white smile over his shoulder as he opened his door while his roommate screeched “Hurry up and close it or they’ll be banging it down…” No matter how good looking the snobby guy was, no one was going to knock down his door with THAT attitude. Pity about his partner though. As I watched the door close, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Even I have to admit that was one wickie incredible ass,” Vice commented. “I can understand your mind freeze – come on J-Daddy let’s go get ourselves some magic vapors.” Lou was sitting on one of the two stools in my room getting some enhancements prepped for any visitors that perhaps wanted to trade some sexual favors for some chemical ones. I put a DVD with 6 hours of gay leather porn interspersed with short clips of hot guys clouding or slamming into my laptop and sat back to watch while we fired up the glass cock. The door fortunately swung open away from the bed and the rest of the room so we could leave it open enough to be inviting while not doing our T break right out in the open. We were joined shortly by Tom (Lou’s first customer from the afternoon) and his equally bearish other half Ed, torches were lit, pipes were passed around, clouds blowing when Father Frank arrived with Seth the most altar-boy-like house boy in tow, followed by workmates Miles and Karl. *Oh fine* I thought to myself *I’m wanting hot MEN and my room is filling up with boys*. We’d run out of places to sit, so I pointed at the Caverjack infused hard-ons Lou, Vice and I were sporting and suggested that here were a couple of seats. Tom got up and sank his hot hairy hole down on Lou’s pole, Karl moved to Vice’s lap and while feeding the houseboy cloud after cloud, Father Frank smoothly maneuvered the now tweaking Seth onto his lap and the kid looked happy as a clam. Wiry redneck Miles chose my lap, but asked “can we switch some of the time?” rather plaintively and I assured him I was as vers as he was. “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started.

My hole getting filled 😈🐷

Word had been spreading about me in my town but thankfully my identity had been kept secret. I had started secretly giving blowjobs and getting fucked through the hidden gloryhole in our bathroom at the local mall. It first started with one or two times but it grew into more. Being 18 and a freshman in college I felt out of place among all the upperclassmen. I also felt out of place among the other freshmen as well. Growing up my red hair and smallish frame got me picked on so i didn't make friends easily so i mostly kept to myself. Knowing I was gay and saw how the world looked ay the gay community just made me stay to myself even more but it didn't stop me from wanting to glance at the older guys in the gym showers and in the locker room. A few times I got caught looking but it was passed on just by a young guy wanting to see what an older guy looks like. From what I learned from what I saw in porn I have been using anything I can to re-create everything I had been seeing. I started using my hairbrush handle and when I felt I was ready for more I started looking for bigger things to put up my ass. I found a porn shop that had been far enough away from my college so I wouldn’t be noticed and found a few sizes that would do great things to my ass and make me ready for real cocks. When I felt I was ready, that's when I started leaving notes in parts of the school that only guys would see and told them that there is a time and place if they wanted to have a private release during the day. I had two free periods during the school day that were meant for studying but since I already had as much work as I could do I used those periods waiting in the bathroom stall for anyone who saw my notes and wanted to have some fun. The stall next to me opened up and I waited hoping this was the first of many to show up. Sure enough there were two soft knocks on the wall like I asked so it wouldn't be heard and I was excited for this. I lifted the panel keeping the hole hidden and as soon as I did there was an enormous cock with a thick head at the end. I had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches thick with a thick bush of black pubes. I licked my lips in wanting but then i saw written on the tip ass only no suck. I was upset that i couldn't taste it but i was more than happy to spread my cheeks and set myself on what was offered to me. I could hear the softest groan coming from the stall and knew this was going to be fun. The rhythm picked up as I got more and more used to his length and girth making it much harder to stay quiet for the both of us. The guy I guess heard me whimper louder and louder with him going faster making his balls slap loudly on my ass. We had to stop when we heard someone walk into the stall on the other side of mine. In fear I could feel the guy starting to pull out of me without filling my ass with his cum until we both heard the double knock on the wall and I began to feel him push back in. I lifted the second panel and there was a cock that wasn't as long as the one that was pumping into my poop chute but was thicker. Thankfully on the tip of this new member was written suck and swallow. I opened my mouth as much as i could and took as much down my throat. With all my practice at home with various objects I was able to take the whole thing without any issue thanks to not having a gag reflex. Whoever had their cock in my throat was loving it because he moaned loudly when I took the whole thing on my first try. I sat there as this guy fucked my throat without any mercy as the did the guy fucking my ass. Being pounded at both ends felt more amazing than everything I have ever experienced in my life. I couldn't think of any better way to lose my virginity than having two guys at once taking it on each side for the first time. I could feel it when both of these hung stallions were getting close to filling me up with their mature seed. I pushed back to make sure that the guy fucking me was as far inside of my ass to unload everything into it without wasting a drop as well as the guy i was sucking so i could swallow everything offered to me. The school bell rang signaling the first of my free periods were over and They slammed into me at the same time making me moan so much it brought them both overboard. I felt both cocks expand so much and unload everything into my body. I kept up my swallowing so I didn't lose any of the cum being poured into my throat. When both guys were finished and pulled out I set the toilet paper panel back down so neither of them had a chance to look in and see me. The guy who fucked me was the first to leave and shortly after that the guy i was sucking left too leaving me in my sex haze and i took the time to finger out the cum leaking from my un virgined and leaking hole to taste it. Once I ate all the cum from my hole I was hungry for more and felt empty without another cock inside of me. Once the warning bell went on signaling that everyone was supposed to be in class that's when i heard the double knocking coming from the stall that the guy who fucked me had just vacated so i was excited to know what was coming up next.

So Wednesday night a guy that travels with work to Raleigh as I do is vers, but likes to bttm while traveling. He messaged and said he wasn't having any luck and asked if I was. Told him I'm getting ready to go to the Days Inn and go anon ass up face down taking all loads as a cumdump. He replied that he should go with me. We've never met just chatted on Grindr. I told him I've never cumdumped with another guy before, but let's do it. We met at the hotel after I got a room. He asked how this was going to work and I told him we'd take a pic of us in jockstraps ass up together on the bed, change profiles on Grindr, Sniffies, BBRT, post an ad on Twitter saying 2 cumdumps taking loads anon ass up face down and post the room number then wait ass up on the bed. He was intrigued. We propped the door open and within 15 minutes a guy entered the room. Mounted my friend and started fucking him. Then about 5 minutes another guy enters and starts fucking me. Then another guy comes in and watches as we're getting pounded. Throughout the night we got fucked and I took 5 loads and he took 1 load. He somewhat got overwhelmed by the situation being his first cumdump experience like that and left early. But he came back later and we ended up sleeping together. Woke up to him having a hard on and I starting stroking him. He then mounted me and fucked me until he cum. Hot night. After he left I took 1 more anon load.

So the other guy messages me over last weekend and we are both going to be back in Raleigh. I get there Monday and he gets in town Tues and both leaving Thursday. He decides to book at the same hotel I'm booked. We talked about our cumdump session that past Wednesday night, but no mention of what he has in mind the coming week and I don't press any ideas. Tuesday morning I make plans with a 30 yr old regular to meet up that afternoon around 5 for him to fuck me anon ass up face down with blindfold as usual. So I get to the hotel and a guy in the hotel messages wanting to drop a load, but running out of time before dinner plans. Ended up getting tag teamed and bred by my regular and the hotel guy anon ass up face down with blindfold on. My friend is staying literally in the room next to me and noticed the hotel guy enter and exit my room messaging saying I see you're already busy for the night. Then a third guy comes and breeds me. Three loads in approx 25 minutes. My friend then walks over to my room and we chat and decide to cumdump again that night in my room. Kind of a slow night, but I take 2 loads and he takes 1 load. Five total loads that night for me. That night we talk and he talks about how much better a setup the Days Inn was the week before. I said we can go back over there tomorrow night if he wanted. We cuddled up in the bed and went to sleep together. Next day we decide to go to the Days Inn and cumdump there again that night. Changed profiles to cumdumps hosting, posted hotel, room number, etc. Ready to go at 8pm door propped open and we are ass up face down. Kind of slow start, but around 9pm guys starting coming in. A couple times we are getting fucked at the same time. We make out while getting fucked at the same time. Hot! I took the first 3 loads of the night. Then there were 2 really big dicks that made him tap out...which I ended up taking and getting the loads. Then a couple more guys come in and switched between fucking the two of us and he ended up taking 2 loads from them. We cuddled up and fell asleep together again. Next morning as we are leaving the Days Inn he says that he hasn't slept in his room at our original hotel the past 2 nights. 🙂 Then as we get back to the hotel and going up to our floor he says that he is (and pauses)...more comfortable with what we did the past two nights going ass up face down cumdumping. I told him I knew he kind of got overwhelmed last week when we cumdumped together ass up face down and he agreed. He bottoms and takes loads, but that was his first time cumdumping ass up face down and especially with another guy. We are planning to get together again. Now if I can get him to wear a blindfold and cumdump together next time!

20. “What are you thinking,” Steven grinned. “Well, we’ve both flooded his cunt, DP’s him, his got my favorite toy in him right now, Ryan’s bred him…” “That’s a good list.” “And we’ve got,” he looked over at the clock on the wall, “Two more hours before the end of work.” “Uh hu…” “So I think we end the day… by opening him up for your fist.” “Perfect. You know where to start?” “Sure do Sir.” Blake moved the papers of the desk, onto a side table and then patted the top beckoning me. I leapt off the couch and sat on the desk. Blake positioned me on my back, and pushed my legs into my chest. My heart was thudding against my ribs with excitement. I had never imagined being open enough to take a fist, and looking at Steven’s thick furry wrists and meaty hands it seemed almost impossible. Still… I wanted to try. Blake went back to the toy drawer, when he came back he had a long thin toy like the one I had worn all day yesterday. This one however was much much thicker at the base. He grinned down at me, “Now as I pull on the plug push out with your hole.” Lightly he pulled the base of the plug, and I felt my hole expand around the blunt edges of the base. For a long moment the plug felt too massive to ever come out of my hole again, but then my ring gave way and my hole opened. I pushed out and the whole length of the plug almost shot from my hole like a bullet. “Fuck,” Blake said appreciatively, fingering my sloppy hole, “Your cunt is fucking gaping.” “Lets make sure hes never truly tight again.” “Yes Sir.” Blake picked up the snake and then stopped for a second. He looked back at Steven, his face pleading, “But first… can I?” He held up the big blunt egg he had just pulled from me, and Steven nodded. “Thank you.” He squatted on the floor, the egg under him, and slowly sat down. His eyes rolled back and his breath slowly escaped. I couldn’t see the plug, but I could see in his face the exact moment it locked in place. Ecstasy spread across his face, and a shudder ran up his body from his hole to the top of his head. When he stood back up he was all smiles, a thin sweat glistening on his chest again. “Feel better?” Steven asked, one hand on Blake’s shoulder. “Much.” “Alright, now back to the task at hand… today isn’t about your hungry cunt.” He slapped Blake’s ass and stepped back. “Alight cum slut. Lets finish this cunt off.” Blake lubed up the long length of the shaft slowly and deliberately, then brought his slick fingers back to my hole. He played with my lips, flicking lightly, and sending little shivers along my spine. They delved slowly into my hole, feeling my wet guts. He pulled at the edges of my hole, stretching them apart, pulling my ring. It was a feeling I was becoming use to. The joy of feeling my hole be opened more than it had ever been before. The feeling of giving in to yet another level of being a bottom. All the while my cock, no longer even hard, leaked precum from the tip of my cage. I didn’t notice when I started whimpering, but I was nothing more than a moaning mess as Blake inserted the tip of the long toy into my hole. “Fuck, yes, Blake! Give it to me. Open me up! Steven I need your fist inside me. I want to take your fist.” “You will boy,” Steven said, stroking my heaving chest, “You will boy.” Blake pushed the toy until there was resistance, my hole now stretched as wide as it had been with the egg, and then started to fuck me. It felt as though there was already a foot of silicone inside me, my second ring open and relaxed as the tip slid in and out of it. He pushed hard with each thrust, trying to get a little more of the toy in me. I was certain I could feel each new inch of the toy forced into me. I was more open than I had ever been before, and a new part of my gut was being explore for the first time by the slick tip of the toy. Steven was jerking off his hard cock, his eyes fixed on the toy being fucked into my hole. He stepped forward, his cock aimed at my hole, and I watched his eyes roll back. His face contorted and his chest heaved. I felt hot ropes of cum spatter my hole and taint as Steven shot another load. “Perfect, more lube for his cunt,” Blake growled. Blake scooped up the load and rubbed it on the toy. He started to push harder. I took a deep breath and held it. I let it out slowly and felt my hole bloom open even more. “Fuck,” Blake groaned and leaned forward. I gasped, and then I knew why he had groaned. I felt the bulb of the toy and then the snap as the base locked into my destroyed hole. “I cant believe how stretchy your hole is. Fuck! You just took that whole thing.”

Here is the sixth part of my story. The next chapter, part 7, will most likely be the final one of this series. Don't worry, I've already started planning a new one, which I'm sure you will enjoy just as much, maybe even more. Stay tuned! ____________________________________ Part Six – Special Treatment I spent a lot of time, couldn’t even tell you nearly how much, in and out of consciousness after passing out. I can recall feeling very hot, and cold, and hot again. My head was always spinning, my body on fire, and there was always something in my ass fucking me or filling me with fluids. I had completely lost myself to the splashing and squishing sounds and feelings of the rubber, piss, sweat and cum I was bathing in, getting thrown around, pinned down and violated blissfully. My nerves were so fired up my brain was overloading with pleasure, and I wasn’t me anymore, I could only picture myself as a white fiery ball of ecstasy, and my ass hole was the at its center. I don’t know how much time had passed before I could come out of my trance just enough to realise that Daddy was standing beside me while I was still getting fucked, laying on my back and coming out of yet another black out. I looked up and saw a black rubber figure standing over me and pounding me. There was someone else than Daddy having their way with me, and I was slightly drawn back to reality. I was still feverish, but also high as fuck, in the same black rubber room, but now I could see several people around me, all dressed in rubber fetish gear, with a few leather-clad silhouettes here and there. Apparently, Daddy had called a party down there while I was passed out at some point earlier, and I was the center of attention. The man pounding my ass was completely covered in rubber and I couldn’t see his face. As I focused on him, I noticed there was a biohazard symbol, black matte against the black shiny suit, on his chest. I looked down and could see he was fucking me bareback, and I felt relief. I heard Daddy speak. “Looks like my boy is coming out of it. You ok, boy?” I could hear some light chatter and a few laughs around me. “Huh, huh...” was all I could muster. Daddy could see I had a puzzled look on my face. He smiled. “I thought I shouldn’t be too selfish, a new fuck toy with the fuck flu is such a rare occurrence that I couldn’t keep you all to myself. I brought the party down here and called a few more friends to show you off a little. My buddies here will take turns warming up their dicks with your flaming hot hole and fill you with a few more strains. Everyone here is poz, so don’t worry, not a single one of these fucks will be wasted. I also have my dear friend doctor Turner here...” Daddy turned around and pointed to a man dressed in a white latex medical uniform designed like it came right out of the 1950’s and made him look like some crazy evil scientist and gestured him to come nearer. “Dr. Turner is going to assist me in monitoring you so that we can get you as high as you possibly can be without risking any permanent damage. You are quite sick young man, and we’re going to make sure you get the right treatment.” He winked at me. “I got the best team together to take care of you. You’ll see.” He laughed for a few seconds. “Dr. Turner is a virologist and will take the opportunity to study your seroconversion and document everything. He will perform various tests and procedures on you with some special equipment. He is one of the top specialists on HIV, and of course, he is himself poz”. While Daddy was introducing me to Dr. Turner, the black figure pounding my ass was still going at it. Dr. Turner got closer to me and seemed to examine me, poking my body in various places with latex gloved hands like a doctor would do with his patient. “I’m very pleased to meet you, young man. Rick here told me a lot about you, it seems like he finally hit the jackpot. If only you knew how many times he told me about his special project of turning a young straight man like you into extreme gay sex. I could never hear the end of it! But now here you are. Rick told me you took to all of it very quickly, less than 24 hours to turn you around. That’s most impressive. You sure you’re straight?” Dr. Turner was teasing me and laughing, gazing upon my sweaty body being fucked mercilessly by a faceless rubber stud while actively seroconverting. “I don’t think I am anymore...” was all I could faintly manage to say. And it was true. As confused, high and tired as I was, I knew I hadn’t thought about women since that first time I saw Rick with his poz buddy, right before my life got turned upside down forever. Everything Rick did to me, the drugs, the sex, the brainwashing, it all made me forget about pussy entirely. Now all I wanted was cocks. Lots and lots of poz, toxic, big, veiny, hard and glistening cocks. My former identity was quickly becoming a distant memory. I was struggling to think about my past. I’m not sure how much time had passed since all this began, but I felt like my life had always been like that. And it was only the beginning. As I was pondering all of this, the rubber man fucking me tensed up and filled my guts with his toxic cum, shooting rope after rope of sweet thick poz juice deep inside me. Dr Turner gently grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. “Enough for now, we must prepare our patient for the rest of his seroconversion session.” The Doctor snapped his fingers and almost instantly a half dozen guys started moving stuff around. I could barely pay attention as my head was still spinning and I was quite confused because of the fever and the drugs, but soon I saw a medical chair with stirrups being brought near me, and several carts with drawers and all kinds of medical items were pushed all around the chair. A couple of pair of arms lifted me from my rubber bed and before I knew it, I was all lubed up and slipped into a rubber catsuit covering me from head to toe. It was extremely tight and hugging me all over and truly felt like a second skin without any crease or loose part. Rick must have had it made to measure for me. I could feel my body temperature rise quickly as the rubber kept the heat inside, but after a few seconds I could feel air being blown on me by some invisible fan, regulating my temperature and providing relief. I was then installed on the medical chair, legs up in the stirs, ankles and thighs strapped, then my wrists, and finally my torso. In just a few seconds, I was secured and couldn’t move much more than a few millimeters. The air flow was redirected right at me so I could stay cool. The clash between my internal heat against the air-cooled rubber was very intense and unusual, but I loved it. Dr Turner got closer. “We have fitted you with a specially made rubber suit with a few features you might enjoy.” He grabbed something that looked like a needleless syringe at the end of a long tube. “There are several hypodermic ports on your suit that will let us hook you up on an IV so we can feed you nutrients, medicine and, of course, delicious drugs that will keep you awake, high and horny for the duration of this session.” He connected the tube to some metallic button that was on my arm, I could barely see it. I felt a little prick and a cold sensation. “There,” the doctor said, “we’ll fill you up with nutrients since you haven’t been eating anything in a while and likely won't eat solid food any time soon. You should start feeling better very quick. You’ll be a little more aware of what’s happening. On the other hand, I won’t do anything to lower your fever, merely stabilize it. We don’t want you to keep all your senses, after all, don’t we? Ha, ha, ha!” Dr Turner then took a black anesthetic rubber mask and raised it so I could see it well. There was a large rubber tube coming out of it and going to a machine with several gas tanks, meters and what looked like an accordion thingy. I wondered what that was for and what the doctor was going to do with this. He slowly started to lower the mask on my face. His speed was deliberate so that I could take a good look at it. The sight was intimidating, a dark rubber triangle with a hole in the middle, exhaling some unknown gas. I was getting turned on by my own fear and the weirdness of the situation. The mask was finally pressed firmly against my face, forming a tight seal. I tried to breathe but there was no air. I was surprised and started to gasp and struggle. “Calm down, young man, you are very, very sick. That’s why I must assume control of your body functions. Even your breathing will be controlled by me, starting right now.” As he said that, Dr Turner pushed on a lever, and I could hear a loud hiss coming from the machine he was standing next to. The accordion bag quickly inflated and deflated, pushing a rush of air into the mask stuck on my face, forcing me to breathe in. Once my lungs were full, the machine went into reverse and sucked all air from my lungs, just to do it all over again. If I tried to breathe myself, it wasn’t working. I was at the mercy of the machine and couldn’t do anything but let it breathe for me. I felt a rush of heat coursing all over my body against the rubber suit covering me and felt very helpless trying to pull against my bonds holding me firmly in place. While I was trying to get used to the rhythmic forced breathing I was being subjected to, Dr Turner got out of my field of view. Daddy came closer to me and started caressing and squeezing my body tenderly. I was starting to wonder where he was and felt relief seeing him near me. “You look wonderful my boy, hooked to this machine. You enjoy it, don’t you, that complete loss of control, right? Are you starting to understand what it truly means to be my slave? To be owned by me? Aren’t you glad you surrendered your life, body and mind to me? I’m so proud of you boy, so happy I found you. You’re so happy I found you too. With these bonds, with these machines, with my virus, my friends, within your slavery and submission I finally set you free. This is what you’ve been looking for your whole life. You just didn’t know where to look.” Daddy was right. Before I met him, I always knew there was something missing from my life, something I wanted but never knew what it was. I was without purpose and aimlessly going through life, completely lost and desperate. I was finally at my place. I had found my purpose and I didn’t want to change it for anything. Being reminded of this was comforting and Daddy knew it. He would use this in the future to further control me and increase my already complete submission to him. Being his slave, being owned by him, stripped of my freedom, infected with his virus, bound to him by this disease, used as an object with no way out or back to my old life was turning me on like crazy. It was a never-ending source of pleasure and ecstasy. Daddy grabbed my cock and I realized I was extremely hard, which was starting to feel unusual since all the chemicals I was taking prevented erections. The focus was pretty much always on my ass since the beginning and made me kind of forget about my cock. He started slowly jerking me off and precum started oozing out of it. He stopped. Dr Turner came back in my view, holding a clear plastic tube with a latex membrane inside it in front of my eyes to show me. “I think you are familiar with this device, as your Daddy told me. We are going to use it to further our control over your body and extract samples of your sperm throughout your conversion. Will be interesting to measure any changes it will go through. You’re going to enjoy this. No matter what we pump into your system, you will be forced to stay hard”. With that said he got the tube close to my cock, and as it barely touched the tip my cock was swallowed almost violently by the strong suction of the device. It felt amazing and I tried letting out a cry in my breathing machine, but without any control over my lungs I couldn’t manage to make a sound. The base of the tube reached my groin, my cock completely buried in the tube. The tube pulled so strongly I was afraid it would rip my cock off, but just a second later it let go of it, just to swallow it again. And just like that, I was being slowly milked like a cow. So now I was tied up, rubbered up, my breathing machine controlled, and my cock slowly milked, feeling very hot and dizzy due to the fever, at the center of a huge orgy, my legs held wide apart and my gaping and oozing hole in full view and accessible to anyone, feeling totally vulnerable. I tried to take a look around and saw several men having sex in various ways. I saw a black rubber guy fucking some dude in chaps, another pissing in a dude’s mouth. There was someone being fisted on a sling. And that was only in front of me, I could hear a whole lot more coming from the sides and behind me, but I couldn’t move my head to see. The moans and sounds fed my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to get to the next part of my “treatment”. Daddy was standing once again in front of me. He grabbed my thighs and squeezed them hard all over, smiling and moaning. “I sometimes find it a bit paradoxical how much I enjoy a rubbered boy, and how much I hate condoms and safe sex. I wish I could keep you permanently locked into a rubber suit, make you my rubber gimp. You look so sexy, all tight, slick and shiny like that. Maybe at some point I’ll permanently rubberize you. Further erase your identity and truly mold you to my will. We’ll see. But don’t worry, that latex is never getting on my dick, or any dick that will fuck you in the future.” As he was speaking, and as I was picturing myself being locked forever in this latex outfit, I could feel something changing in my breathing. Dr Turner, next to me, was pushing some buttons and my next inhale was different. Poppers! I was fed a massive dose of pure amyl once, twice, and again, and again. Ten massive hits before regular air came back. By the last hit I was seeing stars and flying high. I could feel my hope gaping more than ever and my cock somehow getting even bigger in the milking tube. The rubber on my skin felt electric and I was starting to get desperate to get fucked. I didn’t have to wait long before Daddy buried his cock deep in my ass and started slowly fucking me. “Oh god, my boy, you ass is exquisite.” He didn’t last long before emptying his balls inside me. Being fucked while hooked up to this breathing machine felt very strange and uncomfortable to say the least, as I couldn’t regulate my breathing to match what I was feeling, the pleasure and pain from having a huge dick ramming my hole and stretching my ass muscles and nerves. I just had to let it happen, but it wasn’t easy at all. Daddy got out and Dr Turner took his place. He unbuttoned his rubber trousers and got his massive cock out. I was impressed, he was just as big and large as Daddy. “Time to see what Rick was raving about. You ready?” I tried to reply but was quickly reminded that it was impossible to talk or move so I just let him enter me. His poz cock got in like it was nothing, my ass being already well prepared, stretched out and lubed with lots of poz cum and silicone oil. In under a second the doctor was completely buried inside, and he let out a loud moan. “Woah, your Daddy wasn’t kidding. Your hole is one-of-a-kind warm tight thing. I may have to schedule frequent follow-up appointments for my new patient, young boy. This is a true delicacy.” Dr Turner started picking up the pace but eventually matched the rhythm of the breathing machine so he would go in and out twice with every breath. I could see Daddy behind him fiddling on the machines. A new sequence of popper hits was administered, and I was once again flying with the doctor’s dick pleasuring my hole. I suddenly felt the urge to beg for his poz toxic cum but since I still couldn't talk, there was only a weird guttural moan coming from my throat, ripped out by the breathing machine extracting air from my lungs against my will. “You enjoy your treatment so far, boy?” Dr Turner asked with a grin. “We’re just getting started. I have brought several of my “patients” here with me. Of the top of my head, I’d say we have at least 6 or 7 different HIV strains which will be administered to you, all anally, over the next few hours. I’ll be monitoring your viral load in the coming hours, days and weeks and see what stuck. You’ll become so toxic we’ll have to contain you here forever before you become a public health hazard, boy!” He started laughing while still fucking me. I could tell he was really enjoying this scenario, which was all too real, even if it looked like he was joking. I was enjoying it just as he was. The thought of becoming so toxic I had to be contained was strangely appealing to me and turning me on even more. Daddy was hearing it all and enjoying it just as much. He got close to my ear and started whispering. “That’s right boy, you’re getting exactly what you wished for. We’re turning you into something barely human anymore. A mere object of pleasure, a rubber toxic gimp, a danger to society, a bioweapon I can use to inflict pleasure and pain. The blood and cum I’ll extract from you will be so toxic and dangerous it will attract all the bug chasers and HIV perverts all over the world. You will become a legend. How does it feel, boy? How does it feel to become what everyone normal fears but all the twisted perverts like you and me crave so badly? You are the vessel to all perversion, pregnant with the promised gift soon available to all the sick fucks who want it, either knowingly or not.” All this talk from Daddy and the pounding from Dr Turner got me so turned on that I could feel my dick starting to twitch inside the milking tube as my orgasm was exploding. The machine kept pumping rhythmically like nothing was happening, completely oblivious to my spasms and the cum I was feeding it. It never slowed down, nor picked up speed. It remained steady and pumping, mindlessly ready to collect as many loads as necessary, no matter how I felt about it. As my orgasm subsided, the pounding and the pumping kept going like nothing happened. I quickly got uncomfortable and wanted it to stop, and my Daddy knew it. He got back the machine once again and I soon felt something cold in my arm. Suddenly the breathing machine disengaged, and I could breathe on my own, just in time for a violent cough to hit my lungs, the now familiar sensation of being slammed taking me to yet another high of horniness. “Your fever has gone down a little bit in the last hour, we can try some stronger medicine for your treatment without risk. Enjoy the ride boy, you have a very long session ahead of you.” As my senses were coming back following the slam, Dr Turner picked up the pace and was now going really fast in my ass. I could feel his dick getting larger as he was nearing an orgasm, right before he exploded with a scream and shot rope after rope of poz cum deep inside my guts. As I was getting used to breathe on my own once again, Dr Turner pulled out with a satisfied look on his face, stepped back to the machine, pulled a lever and the breathing machine reengaged, once again controlling my breathing. I realized I really enjoyed the feeling of having no control over my most basic bodily functions and relaxed, letting the machine do its thing. My mind gradually disconnected from what was going on around me. I could hear Daddy and Dr Turner yelling something about forming a line and taking turns, as another rubber man with a bright red biohazard symbol on his chest was taking place in front of me and filled my ass with a new poz cock, satisfying my growing animalistic hunger fed by the slam and another round of popper breathes. Behind the shiny black and red rubber figure I could see at least a dozen guys waiting for their turn, some holding their cock, some jacking off or blowing their neighbor. My pleasure kept growing more and more until I lost track of my thoughts and sensations, riding the very long wave which seemed to have no end.

I'm hoping to go along to CumUnion on Tuesday 5 July. How busy does it get on these Tuesday sessions? Total bottom pig here, looking to take as many loads as I can over the day.

A patient of mine suggested I should share my stories more widely, so I thought I'd try. This is what happened to me recently. I have more stories, if you like this. Hungry Cocksucker Carlo messages me pretty regularly, and luckily, about once every fortnight or so, we're able to meet up. He's an exceptional cocksucker, although he's not much for guys cumming in his mouth. Tonight, he messaged me at about 21:45, just as I was relaxing, and enjoying a toke or two of a joint. He asked if he could come over, and of course I said yes. About fifteen minutes later, he was at my door, announcing his hunger in his WhatsApp message. "I here. Pls fast I need suck." I'm not sure if I actually understand anything he tells me, either over text or in person. He's from South America, then spent time in Italy. English is his third language, and it shows. I went down and got him. Within thirty seconds of closing the door to my flat, he was on his knees, struggling to get my fly open. I'm not sure I've ever seen him this needy, and I pushed down my jeans and underwear, letting my cock free. I leaned back and let him go to work. As always, it felt amazing. His warm mouth nursed my dick and his tongue flicked across my slit, teasing me to stiffness. He took his time sucking me, pausing every few minutes to smoke a little bit of crystal from his pipe. Carlo isn't one of my clients; he's just a guy I play with on a regular basis. Still, he reminds me of many of the men I do work with with how much of his life revolves around his cock hunger and drug use. I'm not sure if he's ever serviced me sober, and of course, I've helped him get high many times. Tonight, he needed no urging from me to suck my dick or hit the pipe, and soon we were both enjoying a great blow job. I was in my favorite chair, and he was kneeling in front of me, bobbing up and down on my dick. Occasionally, we'd pause, long enough for him to smoke some, and for me to enjoy another toke. Then we'd both do some poppers, and he'd return to servicing me. We lasted a little under an hour, but then he needed to head home. As always, I was disappointed that I couldn't cum in his mouth. But it was still an amazing blow job. He put away his pipe, quickly got ready, and headed out. I jerked my dick for a while longer, before blowing my load.

Sitting here with my cunt full from a last minute hookup. Hot south Philly dude who I chatted with a couple of days, before we could finally make it happen - literally half an hour before check out! Hes on his lunch, so he came up. I left the door open, he came in to find me naked on my knees, waiting. He drops trou, get out his cock for me to suck hard. So I oblige. He got a big belly with a tatt, bald head...HOT! Hes rubbing me up and down, reaches for my hole, slides a finger in, comments how hot and wet I already am. I get him hard, then on my knees on the bed I go... he lines up and in he goes... comments on how nice my pussy feels. He starts banging me like a cheap whore grabbing my hips and pumping around ! I'm in heaven. He starts jackrabbitting my cunt, switching between deep thrusts and using my asslips to jack himself off. Hes finally ready, and let's me know. I'm begging him to breed me, so he obliges! Shoots a big load deeply in me, really knocking me up! Pulls out, I clean him off, he dresses and leaves... I eat his load out of my hole, and now I gotta get dressed and check out!

Chapter II "How open are you, Drew?" I didn't know how to answer Drew's question. I was always very vanilla and kept it simple and short. The orgasms I've had from the wanks and sex I've done were always the same, not much were memorable or made me want to replay those moments. It was a routine that I did not mind. I asked Victor, what he meant by open and what would he recommend me to try out. By now, the T that I smoked would make me agree to anything he says as I already felt as if I have fully surrendered myself to him to do whatever he pleases. His questions were just confirmations that he wanted me to feel safe and comfortable. "Well, you can clearly see how vast my fantasies can be, given the nature of my bedroom. I am an artist after all. I enjoy testing limits, experimenting on my subjects, unlock their potential and free themselves..." Victor now placed me on the floor and made me crouch, looking up to him with full obedience. "What I want is to make you experience the freedom and pleasure that you repress deeply within you. I see it in your eyes..." My head was now cradled closer to him, our gaze unbroken. "Why not we try some mild things first and see how much you like it. Or if I like it. Would you be okay if I do something to you that I enjoy but brings you pain? You'll still be safe.." "Sure, yeah let's do it." I said in a rush. I was now extremely excited to see what Victor would do. We smoked a few times more and I felt more elevated than before. "Get on the bed all fours, Drew. We'll start with a little bondage play. Nothing too serious, everyone does it." I got on my back and spread like an eagle on the bed, seeing my reflection in the mirror above me with the ram looking right into me. Victor took out some ropes from the armoire and began tying my limbs to the bed's poster. They were tight and firm, leaving me with little movements. He also took out a gas mask from under the bed and placed it on me, connecting the hose to a larger glass bong placed on the end table. More T was placed and the torch was lit, as well as the candles around the bed. "Inhale." My nerves sparked again in every part of my body and with my limbs being tied, pulling myself only heighten the pleasure. The room was now only lit by the candles and Victor began to take off his jeans, and boy he was hung. It was at least 9 inches and his balls were massive. The cockring he had on was solid titanium and his thighs were bushy. He then wore a pair of tight rubber chaps that exposed both his ass and cock. His ass was muscular, though not as bubbly as mine but you can tell he could squat more than me. I still couldn't believe how big he was. Even through the foggy gas mask I had on, I knew that I wasn't ready to take him. Another hit was lit by Victor and he started to announce that it's time.. Still tied, I nodded and shouted yeah in anticipation. I first felt his callous hands on my body, and I can tell that oil now glistened everywhere on me. My breathing was deep and his frequent touch excited my nerves and sent waves of pleasure in me. As Victor stood on top of me, he bent down to lick both my armpit which caused me to twitch continuously, trying to pull myself in futile from being tied by the limbs. I let out screams and moans of "Yeahs.." as Victor nourished on my pits. His tongue then slid from my chest to my crotch, not giving my limp cock any attention. His tongue continuously slid up and down on me nonstop, further ending down on my ass where it was then lifted for him to devour. All the sex I've had before combined couldn't stand a chance to a fraction of how I was feeling at the moment. The waves of pleasure from the substances I've consumed and the state I was in made me realize that I have unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed. Victor nourished my ass and fingered me deep with his sharp nails, scratching my insides. Pain was secondary at this point. I was numb to the pain and was only experiencing pleasure. I could also feel his tongue piercing resting on my hole and entering it, in and out. Victor also rimmed my ass ring in circles as his fingers were expanding my insides. Suddenly, he stopped and I could only moan in desperation. More please, fuck was all I could repeat. "I'm glad that you're enjoying this Drew. I want to clean you up a bit before we go further. Make you more suitable for my taste.." The oil that was slathered on me was also stinging and I now saw Victor placing a leather pouch on the end table. Different sizes of razors were taken out to be sharpened. Another hit of the T to the gas mask was lit and my shaving commenced. My body hair wasn't thick, but it was pretty defined on my arms and legs. They were curly and so were my pubes. My hair wasn't too long and I could pull of a fringe at times. "I like my boys smooth.. like silk." Victor began to first shave my whole head with a clipper that was hidden. I thought he was only going for my body. I couldn't remember the last time I was bald. Then, the razor was glided onto my scalp to ensure that I was spotless. The only hair that was spared were my eyebrows. My face was next and just like the way he tongued me, he started from the top and to the bottom. When my armpit hair was gone, Victor dived in again. This time, it was more sensitive and I screamed louder than usual. I was lucky that it didn't last long. I could feel the cold air breezing on my arms now. The precision that Victor had in his shave was impeccable. Not a single cut. Even with him being on the same substances I'm on, he was skilful. Once my chest and torso were done, my legs were next. The stinging oil was applied again and I started to a realize a part of me that was once there was now gone. My pubes was of course the last part as after my legs were done, Victor began devouring my thighs again my moans of ecstasy restarted. The surface of his tongue, in contact with my bare skin intensified the nerves that were already excited from the T I had. It was as if there were layers in the pleasure I was experiencing. Once my pube was done, my hole was the last piece of hair that needed to be eliminated. A towel was then rubbed across my body to get rid of the hair. Looking at the mirror above, I didn't recognize myself. I was paler than I thought but I could see how my muscles were defined. It is as if I had been reborn. "Now, that's perfect. Here's a reward for being so patient and agreeing to this.. I got very lucky to find you Drew. Truly.." Before I could even say Me too, I was rimmed again, hole devoured by Victor's prowess. It felt better now with my bare skin exposed to his lizard like tongue. I was a new person now with this makeover I had. Still tied, I stared at my reflection, smiling as I said Fuck yeah. Thank you Victor. He was now on top of me and my mask was finally removed. Finally I could feel his tongue in my mouth, allowing me to savour the taste of myself. He spit in my mouth and our mouths locked with our tongues dancing together. Pearls of his sweat dropped on my face and was fed back by him. This was the raunchiest fuck I've done and my only regret is not having it done sooner. At every interval of us kissing, Victor kept praising how good I was and how beautiful I now looked. It's the perfect offering he would then whisper to me before devouring both my ears too and sending a shock of moans that I couldn't help contain. So smooth he would say, before pinching and twisting my nipples and spitting in me as I let out a scream. With the room only being lit with the candles, it was hard to properly see Victor but I can tell that his dark grin was more profound now. He then proceeded to adjust my tied limbs. My legs were now tied behind my arms, close to the rest to fully expose my ass. I was now positioned in a way where I was ready to get fucked. "We still got a long way to go, Drew. Don't get too excited now." "When are you going be inside me? I really need it man please..!" What was I saying? Was I actually begging? I had truly been reborn. "Patience and soon you'll be rewarded...good things come to those who wait..." Victor then left the bed and the gas mask full of T was put on again to feed me. I heard some noises and cabinets being opened from where I was, curious to what he was retrieving. He came back with 2 briefcases, one filled with dildos and the other with buttplugs. A nipple clamp was also in his hands and a jar of what seemed like grease was held by him. "This is to not just stretch you out, but to also test your limits." I could only look at the sizes of the toys with eyes wide open as I was now into a different kind of territory. Never have I tried toys as large as I saw.. I only had an average dildo back in college and even butt plugs made me squirm. Was I ready? "Are you ready, Drew? I want you to be confident that you can take this." "Yes, fuck yes. I'm ready." "Do you mean it?" "Yes, do whatever you want to me, stretch me out, I don't care. I want to feel it." "Whatever I want?" This got Victor's attention more than usual. "Yeah, I don't care I'm all yours, just do it now please." I couldn't sit still forever in that position without being touched, I needed something in me or against me. It was what my bare skin demanded. "If you say so....but don't worry, I will never make this hard on you.." My hole was now gently brushed by his fingers and slowly he dipped his index finger into a tiny jar and began probing me. Each probe, deeper than the last. "This is to calm your nerves, make you want more of what's to come..." My hole now felt different. At first it felt as if it was on fire, but then it cooled down to an ice like sensation that is insatiable for anything to be inserted. I started to moan and pleaded to get fucked, begging Victor to plug me now to shut my ass up. Victor could only reply with a grin as he looked up to the head of the ram above us. His fingers on his right hand probed me again while his left hand was now playing with my nipples, preparing the clamps on them. I could suddenly feel as if the room was also starting to get warmer and the candles around us were brighter than before. There was a sort of wave that was engulfing us. My only focus at that point was to just get fucked. Victor started to giggle as he held the first metal dildo that was bout twice the size of my cock. It was shiny and its texture was also rough, as if it was meant to scratch. "Toy time, Drew." I looked at Victor as his pupils were now expanded and both his eyes were fully black. I responded with a smile and nodded to him, signalling my permission before I looked up to see our reflection again.

Generally, I'm of the "If what's done violates the terms of consent that were given, then it's non-consensual sex, which is rape" opinion. But this one (like it has for others) gives me some pause, and it took a while to figure out why. Also generally speaking, we impose terms of consent to protect ourselves from something we don't want. Receptive partners (whether men bottoming, or women getting fucked) might insist on a condom to prevent (some) diseases or pregnancy (in the case of the woman). The receptive partner might insist on the insertive partner pulling out before orgasm for the same reason(s). A woman might say "no anal" (or conversely, "no vaginal") sex to avoid a type of sex she doesn't want to risk. But while I'm not sure risk is necessary for the terms of consent to be valid - they may not be terms explicitly to protect us from something - that's their general purpose in most cases. What came to mind as an example was this: suppose the receptive partner only wants bareback sex, including the insertive person orgasming while inside. If the insertive partner pulls out before orgasm, does that violate the consent terms? Or if, for whatever reason, he just can't get to orgasm? I don't think even the strictest concept of terms of consent cover "does not complete the job to my satisfaction" as a violation amounting to rape. So one way to view it might be: if the action taken introduces an element that wasn't agreed to (as opposed to failing to deliver one that was), then maybe that's rape. But even still, it's hard to see condom-covered penetration (when the bottom is willing to get penetrated) as rape. Maybe it is - possibly a philosophical definition that's above my pay grade - but it just doesn't "feel", instinctively, like the same sort of violation as the reverse. And I think, as others may have suggested, that the solution may simply require that a person only have sex in conditions that allow him to ensure that no one enters him with a condom. That, unfortunately, might eliminate dark rooms for the most part.

Picture of my arse - one of my hole to follow later

I haven't taken his (multiple) requests to hear from a Republican about these issues as anything more than wanting to have responsible, intellectual curiosity addressed. That's (hopefully) what all of us want. I think he's sincere in asking for varying points of view. He doesn't live in the US, but he's well-read on what goes on here. I respect him for wanting even-handed input to his perspectives. Where's the harm in that?

Ken Paxton, the Attorney General of Texas, has said that he would defend a state law that banned sodomy. And, of course, the Texas Republicans recently adopted a platform that calls homosexuality "an abnormal lifestyle choice." The 2020 National Republican platform opposed marriage equality. Republicans will most certainly make an effort to overturn Supreme Court decisions that protect gays.

This is becoming ridiculous ... replies that have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual thoughts others have shared? Cogency is simply not afoot here.

No, and the Hippocratic oath doesn’t have any legal standing in the US. There are also the cases we’re going to have of women carrying non viable fetuses to term where the life of the woman is at risk (not “mother” because there’s really no child) because carrying to term and giving birth is always risky for the woman, and may damage the woman’s reproductive organs so that future children are either impossible or not advised. So, like it or not, we’ve entered a period where 5 or 6 ideologues are ready to hand down rulings ignoring medicine, science, and just treating people well in favor of their religiously motivated biases. And honestly, the people who think Crowder makes good arguments and Ben Shapiro is intellectual already won. The 2024 election results will be tossed in favor of Republicans. I’m really thinking Washington State may be safer than Colorado right now.

Really? One of the first things legal analysts look at, in close decisions of the Court, are the concurrences and dissents. Lots of people will be focused on the actual decision, but concurrences and dissents, especially when several justices join in them, can be extremely helpful in predicting the direction the Court will be moving. Back when the liberals plus Anthony Kennedy could make up a majority (especially on LGBT issues), the foaming at the mouth dissents from Justices Alito, Thomas, and Scalia were predictable rants about how the founders (or the people who wrote the Civil Rights Act of 1964, for that matter) could not possibly have meant to protect anything related to LGBT people, and thus any "right" to same-sex anything was constitutionally invalid. Thomas is still very up front about that position. He noted in his concurrence in Dobbs that the Court should re-examine not only Roe, but Obergefell (same-sex marriage), Lawrence (consensual private sodomy), and even Griswold (contraception). How is it "fearmongering" or "paranoia" when the senior-most Justice on the Court has written in plain English that he would vote to overrule those cases if given the opportunity? After all, for right-wing Christianists, "marriage" is a sacrament instituted by God, not a legal arrangement between two adults. Thomas would vote to overturn Obergefell in a heartbeat - he's made clear his judicial philosophy is that if a prior decision of the Court is wrong, the Court has the duty to overturn it, no matter how much it may upend life for ordinary Americans. Alito has a similar view. Kavanaugh and Barrett haven't gone THAT far, yet, but they've also made it clear they're not opposed to overturning precedent even when it's well established, and Gorsuch may or may not be willing to join them. At this point, Chief Justice Roberts is almost an afterthought; he's in favor of precedent but there are (as we saw this month in Dobbs) five votes to ignore precedent entirely if they care enough about the issue. When Hillary Clinton said, point blank, in 2016 that voting for her was the only thing that could save Roe, she was right. Some of your misogynistic twits are apparently perfectly okay with the result; all I can say is, wait till it's your turn.

Yep. my little brother took me out to a bar and he had a drink while I went exploring upstairs. While upstairs a Leather Daddy came up to me and asked me about my “boy..” I laughed and told him that was my little brother and I would be the boy if he hadn’t been. Next thing I know, I’m letting my brother know I’ll see him later at home. There was a sex club close by so we went in. I stripped down to my jock and boots. He then took me to the sling room and proceeded to fuck me while a group of guys stood around watching and stroking. The Daddy mentioned out loud that one of the guys watching enjoyed getting sucked off while he watched guys being fucked in the sling. I turned to face him and opened my mouth and he slid his cock in. I didn’t take anyone else’s cock that night as I was still a bit shy about having and audience but made up for it later. When I got home my brother just laughed as the Daddy was known for picking up guys and then fucking them at the club.

The next morning, Matt kissed MJ on the forehead, "Good morning, my son, my lover." He said. Doing the same to TJ, Ty asked, "Did you sleep well? I never had a better night's sleep next to my son and lover. His sweet deflowered ass filled with my virus." "I was too exhausted to say anything last night but I absolutely love getting made love to, especially giving my virginity to you, dad and being deflowered by the cock that made me, now a viral cock made it extra special." TJ said. "MJ, anything to add?" Stroking his dad's thigh, MJ said, "My dad, my lover, our lovemaking surpassed everything I imagined it would be. Every time your viral cock spasmed in my ass, it was an affirmation of our love, viral pure and unbreakable." Holding back tears, Matt exclaimed, "MJ, you're the second man I've made love to and as my son it's absolutely amazing. After you men are over your viral flus, TJ will be the third man I'll make love to. Of course, our sons and lovers will make viral love to us. Before we get breakfast started, I suggest a morning piss69." Without waiting for a response, Matt and Ty got into position and all 4 emptied their bladders. "Young men, your toothbrushes are on the sink." Ty declared. "I suggest you brush a bit more vigorously than usual. After last night's blessed event, I think a big breakfast is in order. Matt and I will get it started. Lover, let's get cracking!" In the bathroom, MJ and TJ brushed their teeth vigorously. After rinsing, MJ said, "The look on your face when daddy Ty was making viral love to you was pure bliss and it makes me love you more. When we first came up with this plan, I never expected the wonderful reality of sharing it with you." "Pure bliss is right and it was on your sexy face too!" TJ replied. "As much as I want daddy Matt to make viral love with me after our viral flu, I can't wait until we make viral love with each other!" MJ grabbed TJ and kissed him passionately. "Minty fresh! We might be viral now, but it's best if we wait until we seroconvert." Downstairs in the kitchen, coffee was brewing, bread was in the toaster. Ty cracked a dozen eggs into a large bowl as Matt opened sausage links and bacon. "I need to confess something," Ty said. "I looked over at you as you were making love to MJ and the smile on your face was something I'd never seen. Honestly, if I didn't love you and now MJ so much, I'd be jealous. Of course, making love to TJ was just as wonderful. I love his ass almost as much as I love yours." "Once again lover, you know what's in my head. Last night's blessed event was indeed life changing, but if anything, sharing it with you made our love stronger." Matt said. To be continued

One of the hottest scenes, so well done hot slut!!! If I may, I'd like to relate a (true) story of when i experienced the same scene, but as a top. A few years ago, on Grindr (or it might have been BBRT) I ran across a young gay couple who were visiting and staying in a local (very nice) hotel. One was there on business and the boyfriend tagged along. They were looking for bb tops to go and fuck/breed them side by side. I'd never had the opportunity to do it before, so I was instantly hard and wet at the thought. Messages went backwards and forwards for a while, until the point I wondered if they were just timewasters. To my pleasure, not long after that, I had a message saying they were both ready and gave me the room number. Within 10 minutes max I was at their door, which was on the latch ready for me to let myself in. It turned out to be a huge fucking suite that looked bigger than my own flat. I could see some shadows moving in the bedroom, while I stripped bollock naked and left my stuff in the living room area. Once i reached the bedroom I discovered two cute arses side by side, both in jock straps, both obviously gagging to be fucked. One guy was a few years younger than the other, but his arse had obviously seen a lot more cocks up it. He was also ginger, which made it even hotter. I went from one to the other, backwards and forwards for a good hour or two. In the end I bred the one who begged the most (the slightly older one), who seemed very happy with the load I shot inside him. I'd been hoping another guy might turn up to share the guys, but in a way it was extra hot having both to myself.

I just got fucked bare for the first time this weekend. I wrote a story on it...but it was super hot. I keep thinking back to it and am still scared, energized, depressed, horny, all at the same time. I hit up a guy on Grindr...we eventually met and I told him condoms only. Basically, he walked out. Then an hour later he came back again with a buddy and the two of them raped me. I mean it was pretty much consensual but the bareback part wasn't really. Anyway, been fucking and getting fucked with condoms since I was 16 and was always sucking and swallowing cock and cum. This weekend was the first time getting bare cock and cum in my hole. And the two guys both told me that they were poz after then finished breeding my hole. Fuck...I have not showered or cleaned out since Friday night when this happened and I haven't even jacked off wanting to save up my sexual energy as I figure out what is next. Damn, I am shaking now as I type this...so excited and scared at the same time!

Hey guys...I am brand new to this site after spending some time with google looking for others after my most awesome weekend ever! To start, I am 19. I started having sex when I was 16 but it was pretty much just sucking guys off at school or on Grindr when I found them. I never fucked without a condom. Then this weekend happened! Last week, I sent a DM to a guy on Grindr who looked pretty hot and I asked if I could suck his cock. He brushed me off. I sent him a couple more messages and pictures cus I really wanted to meet him. I even sent him my snap hoping he would message me. Well, Friday night just after midnight he sent me a message in snap and told me to open Grindr to see how close we were, he was walking home and he wanted to fuck me. I opened Grindr and he was 100m away!!! So I told him my address and room number and he said he would be over in 5 minutes. I live in a dorm and am in a summer program so still on campus so I have a single till August. Anyway, 5 minutes later he buzzes, I let him in and he knocks on my door. I was pretty nervous because I don't have people come to me too often, this is the first time I am living alone and I also didn't have any time to shower or nothing, so it was just meet and meet. I opened the door and he looks amazing. His profile said he was 27 and he pretty much looked 27. He is also super tall, 195cm, and I am 170cm with my shoes on! He smelled like smoke and alcohol. He came into my room and asked if I had anything to drink. I gave him a beer and I took one myself. He asked what experience I had. I told him I was a good cocksucker, I liked 69, I liked to fuck and I liked to get fucked. He asked me if I ever played rough. I was very nervous since I didn't know how rough he meant but I said yes because I have wrestled and played with breath control before and some light bondage. He asked me if I ever did bareback and I said no. He stood up and said he was finished and was going to leave. So he is walking out and I asked him if he only did bareback or if there was another problem. He said bareback or nothing. So, I let him leave. I just froze and didn't know really what to do. He left. I was alone in my room, my cock was rock hard thinking about this guy and how he was here right next to me and I let him leave. His smell was still in the room. I just sat there, wondering what to do next. Probably an hour passed. It was just after 1AM and I got a snap notfication. He was outside my door and he wanted to come back up for another beer. I buzzed him in and he knocked at my door. There he was again. I was rock hard. He came in and then pushed me back...as soon as I recovered from the push another guy walked into my room. The other guy was also late 20s, very tall, at least 190cm, and he looked very intense. They grabbed my arms and held them behind my back while the second guy pulled out a zip tie and cuffed me. They shoved a sock or something in my mouth and bent me forward. They pulled down my shorts and started to finger my ass. Then I could hear one of them looking around my room, he pulled a knife from my kitchen and cut the back of my shirt and stripped it off me. They forced me to step out of my shorts. Then they stood me straight up to look at them. I was naked, rock hard, mouth gagged and hands zip tied behind my back. I never felt so hot and scared and horny in my life. I stood there naked, looking at these two guys. The helped themselves to some more beers, lit cigarettes and blew the smoke in my face. They were just talking with each other about how they were going to rape me and breed me. They asked me if they could fuck me bareback...I just stood there staring at them. I didn't nod yes or no, just too surprised and horny at the same time to do anything. My legs were shaking, I could barely stand. They finished their beers and cigarettes and the taller one took off his clothes first. He was in really good shape, defined chest, tight stomach, and his cock was at least 22cm, just like his pictures. He was hard as a rock. His friend took off his clothes. He was also in good shape, not as muscled but defintiely still hot and his cock was really thick but not as long, maybe 19cm but thick as a beer can or more. They stood there in front of me just standing and staring at me as I was staring at them till the shorter guy said "well, time to breed this little boy, you first" I was pushed onto my bed on my back. The taller one pushed my legs up in the air while the shorter one got onto the bed took out the sock from my mouth, spit on my face and then straddled my face...he dangled his big balls into my mouth and nose. The smell of his cock was amazing. My inner pig kicked in and I started sucking on his balls like no tomorrow. As I am doing this, I could feel the other guuys tongue probing my ass, then spitting on it. Then I feel some lube being pushed into my hole with his finger. They start joking with each other that I'm a dirty little boy and that I didn't learn how to clean out yet. My ass was probably not super clean since I had no prep time. So the guy on my face moves his hole to my mouth and I start rimming it as he sits down on my face, smothering me...just as I feel the other guys cock pushing into my hole...he says "so you don't bareback, well you do now" My head was spinning, I didn't know how to feel. In some ways I was just amazed that like a fantasy was coming true and in other ways I was like wow, I am being raped and barebacked and I don't want this. He was fuckking me for at least 5 minutes as the other guy is sitting on my face. Then the second guy moves and pushes his cock to my mouth...I open up and he pushes his massively thick cock inside...it is so thick my jaw hurts opening up wide enough for it. And there I am, being spit roasted by these two guys... I can sense that the taller guy is getting close, he is fucking me faster and he stopped talkiing to his friend, he is just grunting now...then I feel it, his cock starts throbbing inside me and he pushes in deep one last time and lets out an amazing groan...I think iti was my imagination but I can literally feel his cum inside me...he stays there for a few seconds as the other guy keeps fucking my mouth...it's weird, I have one cock still pumping and another going limp inside me and i feel awkward for a seconds till the short guy says "my turm" and I feel the other guy pull out...the short guy bounces off the bed and then starts to push his massively thick cock into my hole. It is so thick it really hurt and I start making the first noises I made all night...then the talal guy junps on the bed and sits on my face pushing his balls into my mouth. I feel the thick cock go inside, hurting the whole way. Then he starts to pump, slowly at first...I match my ball sucking to his rhythym...then he speeds up...he says "Mees...I'm about to breed this boy!" and then I feel his cock throbbing just like the other guy....and I swear I could feel the cum shoot into me as he collapses down on top of me...he starts sucking the tall guys cock as I am sucking his balls. Then he pulls out. I can feel a dribble of cum and/or lube coming out of my ass. Then the tall guy gets up and I am layoing on my back, hands bound behind my back and my cock still hard as a rock with cum dripping out of my ass. They look at me and the short one says "boy, you are a good hole...and you just got two poz loads in you so welcome to the club" They left me laying there while they got dressed. My cock is still rock hard. Then they flip me over and cut the zip tie, releasing my hands. I think it was the taller one that said "enjoy that gift kid, you will appreciate it" Then they left. I laid there for at least 10 minutes processing what just happened. My cock started to get soft. Then I thgouht to myself, do I shower and try to clean out, do I go to the doctor and get pills, do I just accept that all the porn I had fantasixed about just came true and change my life... Well, 48 hours have passed so the doctor isn't really an option...I guss I am just going to wait and see. Part of me is ready to go bare forever, part of me is thniking to be safe until I know for sure. But wow, that was an amzing night even though I didn't cum!

Who's gonna train this faggot to become a fully controlled slave?

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

These are indeed legitimate concerns. Another long-term consideration for antibiotics like Doxycycline is long-term damage to your kidneys. This is true of all of the antibiotics in the tetracycline family. Long term use is discouraged in people with chronic kidney disease. If you're on Prep that includes Truvada, you're already risking kidney disease as a side effect. I can tell you from my own personal experience that the damage starts to come on fast. I was on Truvada for about five years when I suddenly started experiencing a continued decline in kidney function. I was sent to a nephrologist and he quickly took me off of Truvada. My kidney function recovered somewhat but never returned to normal. I was put on a Prep routine that was much more kidney friendly and my kidney function has been stable, but I never fully recovered from the damage that had been done. If you're on Truvada, my advice is to watch your kidney function carefully. Once the damage is done, you seldom recover from it.

I suppose it's all relative: I've been sexually active for decades, but what has certainly increased is a thirst for ever-deeper depravities. Years ago, I didn't love to eat loads out of Holes anywhere near as much as I do now. I didn't love an audience as much as I do now. Sure, I'll still do 1-1's at home, but much prefer weekends at the fuckjoints. I like other men to watch me rut/Breed, watch them get hard, take out their Cocks, start jacking, waiting for their turn. I like when other guys start sucking Cocks, rutting in each other, waiting their turns. It's like I've become fairly good at acting out onlookers fantasies, thus enabling, enticing other guys to join in the bacchanal. Inhibitions may be appropriate in some situations, but I can't think of any just now .... tomorrow's Friday - finally. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

I`m going to a local bathhouse some time next month for sure. It will be the first time I have gone to one. I am definitely planning on getting fucked there. Hopefully one or 2 loads in my ass before I leave. I`m horny thinking about it and I am doing it.

Thank you. I did prep as best I can this morning and last night. Just need to be safe

I agree that it seems that good flip fucks are disapearing. I really like scenes where men give and take each others loads in their asses.

You’re not crazy - as the saying goes, “no” means “no.” The fact that they wore a condom is irrelevant. The fact that you were actively seeking sex from various strangers is irrelevant. They did not have your consent. The type of person who is unwilling to take “no” for an answer, who takes what they want with no regard for the feelings of others, is quite simply loathsome. And those who claim moral superiority in doing so are the worst type of hypocrites, deserving only scorn. Don’t let them make you feel bad.

Gotta make sure my hole stays loose and ready for any Man to use. 😊

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I've used them before and they're available in the US too. I've had buds use them too as they're truly anonymous and you can do it in private with no one knowing. If you do get a positive result, try not to freak out as you're more likely to get a false positive than a false negative. If you get a positive result, then go to a clinic to get tested to be sure. I had a bud who got a positive result, and he went absolutely crazy, was messaging pretty much everyone he hooked up with regularly telling them to get tested. One of the guys he played with talked him through it and got him to go get tested at a clinic and sure enough, it turned out to be a false positive.

I had a top use one one me to get me stretched a bit. But mostly he used it so with my ass up he wanted to piss in my hole while im all stretched out.. I did find it hot!

Why I exist:

I would love to get pregnant but only if I didn’t know the daddy, the fantasy for me is getting gangbanged and having no idea who the dad is or even what he looked like.

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy. Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had. During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image. When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal. “This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe. It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place. But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in. “Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” “What did you do to me?” The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. “I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. “It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. “I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me. “Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself. “And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face. And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice. “That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. “Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. “Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight. “Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. “Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. “You ok boy?” “I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” “I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” “Yes, please Daddy!” “Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. “Thank you, Daddy!” Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: “Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped...

I’ve never pnp but these stories make me want to be a bottom pig

I had been down there to get some stuff before, but now the steps led down to a blackness with no lights and the atmosphere was hot and steamy coming up from the bottom. I went down the steps feeling terribly vulnerable in my nudity, not knowing what awaited me below. Inside it was pitch black. At first, I heard bodies moving and someone whispered “Is this ‘im?” Someone else replied “Yeah. Nice, fresh cum-bucket come to play!” As I moved further in I was surrounded by naked bodies, now sweating and smelly from the hot fetid atmosphere. Boney fingers squeezed my cock and probed my arsehole. “Yeah, “ I heard a whisper. “Nicely lubed!” Someone grabbed my face and tried to kiss me. I let out a gasp of horror as I smelled his awful breath but he wouldn’t let me go and I shuddered in disgust as he clamped his lips to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I felt his thin, nude body against mine and the disgust turned to excitement as his cock pushed against my belly. A bottle of poppers was thrust between us. We both sniffed it. I felt the rush as my inhibitions melted and I gasped and kissed him back eagerly. They were piling in now, jostling to grab my cock, feel my arse and balls. Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs and a torch shone over us. I glimpsed pot-bellied, flabby and stick-like figures around me as Bill’s voice said “Alright lads? Just thought I’d help get things started.” There was a padded bench in the middle of the room with wrist and ankle restraints. Bill shone the torch on it and they pulled me to it, bent me over and fastened my wrists at one end. Then they spread my legs and tied them at the other end with my bent knees spread and resting on padded cushions either side. “There you go!” said Bill. He slapped my bottom. “Nice arse on this one! Give him all you’ve got, yer dirty bastards!” He left and switched off the torch, plunging the room in darkness. A bottle was thrust under my nose and someone said “bloody ‘ell I need to drop a load!” “Go on then, mate!” Whispered another I felt bodies close in on me. Someone got between my legs and grabbed my hips. Their fingernails scratched my skin. A blunt, slimey cock pushed between my buttocks seeking my hole. Suddenly, it slid up me with a rush of rigid flesh. I gasped as it was buried to the hilt and a hairy belly squashed against me. “Oh yeah! He gasped and began to thrust in and out. They egged him on and rough fingers felt between us, eagerly feeling for where the base of his cock entered me. I gasped with shock, then sagged over the bench as he shuddered and came quickly in me. As soon as he pulled out, another took his place and a thick cock slid easily up me with the lube and cum in my hole. Someone stroked my head and whispered in my ear "Well done," He said. "Just relax now, we've got a long way to go..."

Jason I'm so livid I can barely control myself. The only thing keeping me from hunting down that guy and Quinn's mother is Quinn's need of me right now. How anyone could do that, how anyone could allow and consent to that being done to their own child is beyond me. I pour Quinn into the passenger seat, toss his pack into back so I can belt him in and rush around to get in the drivers side. Starting the engine I floor it and the car takes off like a bat out of hell. I'm racing through the mobile park my only thought is to get Quinn home and safe. Just as we are leaving the park to turn on the main road I see Quinn's mother and sure enough she spots us as well. She starts to walk towards my car, but stops after looking at my eyes, instead she just smiles and waves. Fucking bitch I think to myself and pull onto the main road gunning the engine to get Quinn home. He's shaking uncontrollably and he's got the sup-subs and can't seem to stop. I'm really starting to get worried. Ten minutes later I'm pulling into the driveway and he's not any better in fact he's worse. His face is all red and he now has the hiccups. I bail out of the drives seat, run around my car, practically tearing the door off getting it open, unbuckle Quinn and quickly grab him and run to the house. I'm trying to juggle Quinn and get my house keys, finally I just stand him on his feet, keeping my arm around him and get the house key and get us in. My poor Quinn is about to shake himself apart and is all glassy eye'd like he's in shock. I pick him up again and run for the bathroom. Dumping him in the shower I shock him with a blast of cold water. He jerks around and finally seems to come to, so I immediately turn the hot water on and bring the temperature back up, and get in with him and hold him tight against my chest. He's still shaking but not as bad and his hiccups and tears have stopped. I just hold him for a few more but he seem so despondent. I'm trying to think, trying to come up with a plan to break though, and suddenly I know what to do. I turn us so that his back his facing the shower spray and I reach over for the shampoo. Getting a generous amount I start to wash and massage Quinn's hair, running my fingers through is hair, gently messaging his scalp. Then I wrap an arm around his waist and with my other hand I gently tilt him back so that his head is in the water. He blinks as a few drops splash his face, and his eyes seem to focus a bit more and he looks at me. I smile down and him and then lean forward and devour his lips. I breath a deep sigh of relief when I feel Quinn's arms reach up and cross over my neck and he begins to kiss me back. "Hey baby, welcome back I missed you. Next time you go on a vacation take me with you okay?" Quinn starts crying again but its a more relaxed sound and without the shaking, its more like he's just letting something go. "Okay" he nods his head. I turn Quinn back around and set him on the bench, turning around I switch the nob around to bath, hit the lever to stop up the drain then turn back around . I remove my sneakers and then quickly shuck the rest of my clothing tossing them in the sink. Then I kneel down and start to undress Quinn. I gently remove his shoes, then his shirt and set them on the rug, now comes the hard part I'm afraid that removing his sweat bottoms might set him off after what just happened. I look up at his face and he's still with me. "Hey baby I don't want to upset you but you look really funny in my shower with your cloths on, mind if I take these off and I gently tug on the legs of his pants. He looks down and me and a very small grin crosses his face. "Well I guess almost removing a man's balls with a knife would make you bad so ya I think you've meet the requirements to do that." I stretch my arms forward, wrap them around his waist and pull him from the bench to my lap, the sweatpants completely forgotten. "Love I'd do anything for you. You know that right?" "Yeah I kind of figured that out today." I kiss him tenderly and deeply then patting his butt I motion for him to stand. "Ugh that's hard on the legs" I say as I unfold them out from under me and then squat on my heals. I grab the sweats by the waist band and pull them down revealing Quinn's gorgeous butt in pair of my backless underwear. "OH NICESS" I can't help but say and set the pants on the bench. "Hmm you like" "OH very much so" I turn him around to get a better view and notice some red streaks in the crease of his ass. I have to take a deep breath to keep my temper. "You okay" He's looking down over his shoulder at me. "OH yeah just loving the view" I don't want to bring back the memory of the event so try to cover up my reaction. "I think I'll enjoy these a lot more later though I'm a little wiped out at the moment. Hey baby hand me the body wash okay." Quinn reaches behind him and over my head to hand me to soap. I pour some into my hand, reach around Quinn and put the bottle on the bench. Rubbing my hands together I start at his ankles and slowly slide/wash my way up his legs. When I get to his butt I start at his hips and just run my hands down his cheeks being careful not to get to far into his crack. I want to get rid of the blood without him seeing and I don't want to hurt him anymore by scraping sensitive tissue. So I just start a washing circles on both checks and letting my thumbs gently wash away the traces of blood. The water level is getting pretty high now so I reach around and turn it off. "Okay hon let me turn around and you just slide down and relax against me and I can get the rest of you that way." "I still have underwear on" "Leave em you look hot" "I can wash myself." "Yeah I know but I need to do this right now and I think you need it as well." "Okay, yeah I think your right." He steps around me and I re-position myself. Quinn sits down in the water which causes him to hiss and his eyes widen when it touches his hole. I put my arms around his chest and pull him against me tucking my chin in the space between his head and shoulder. "Its okay love it will stop in just a sec" I then distract him by nibbling on his earlobe. Soon he starts relax against me and I lean back against the raised bench of the tub. My head bumps the body wash and knocks it into the water. I grab the floating bottle, open the top and pour a little onto Quinn's chest. "Hey that's cold you know" "OH, I don't think you'll get frostbit from it" I chuckle. I snap the lid shut and then start to rub my hands though the soap and all across his chest. I let my fingers circle around his small nipples and just gently brush over the top of them. Quinn tilts his head back and looks at me. "Can I have a kiss?" he says smiling at me. "You sir, can have anything you want." "Anything" he says rather seriously "Anything" babe "Okay but for now I just want a kiss." I slide a bit to one side and tuck him into my arm and he tilts his head and we kiss. Its soft, tender and very full of need. Not just his need to know that someone loves him but my need to know that he's still mine and he's going to be alright. As we kiss I hug him to me. Finally I break our lip lock and kiss his check then his ear, down to his neck and shoulder. Quinn moans softly and leans into each kiss. I notice that he's starting to get aroused by the growing bulge in the underwear, Lord knows I am, but I also know this isn't the time. Not yet to soon and he's hurt. "Okay baby, why don't you just relax in here for a bit more, I'm going to shove all these wet cloths into the wash and call for Chinese and have them deliver lunch and dinner cause I'm not feeling like cooking at all today." Quinn sits up so I can slide out. I step out and then reach in for the pants on the bench and the cloths on the rug. I can't help myself and I wring them out over his head. "HEY!" he sputters as water splashes into his mouth, then starts splashing water at me. "No no no, water has to stay in the shower" and I dance back out of the way. "You cheat!" "Yep damn right I do." I grin and walk back over to Quinn. I lean in and kiss him on the head, he flicks some water at me <like I didn't see that coming>, so of course I lean over and hit a button on the bench. The jets on the side of the tub shoot out a blast of cold water before warming up and of course the turbulence of the water splashes water all over Quinn's face. I quickly grab the cloths in the sink and move for the door calling back "I told you I cheat!" I hear some inarticulate words coming from the bathroom and figure I probably don't want to know what they are and grin to myself. I reach the laundry closet and remember that Quinn's cloths are in the dryer. Was it really just last night that he showed up at my door? Damn it seems like its been forever so much has happened. Quinn "Lousy stinking cheater!" I yell at my retreating lover. Lover, wow, this awesome man is my lover. Not sure how all this happened but we went from friends straight to lovers and skipped the whole boyfriend thing. And you know what? That's just fine with me. I'm happy with him and at this point I'm pretty positive he's happy with me. The look on his face as he held that knife to John's nuts should scare the hell out of me but it actually makes me grin and just a little turned on. Okay more then a little. Its arousing to have someone that loves you so much that he'd do that to someone. "Mental note to self. Do NOT make Jason really mad" I think to myself but I'm not really afraid as I know he would never hurt me no matter what. But Heaven help anyone else that does. I lean into one of the jets and let it beat against my back, it feels so good and I just want to lay here in the tub forever. I take the underwear off and wad them up and tuck them behind my head to use as a pillow and close my eyes. I must have dozed off cause I feel Jason lips against my eyelids first one then the other then my forehead. "Hey they say some guys get sexy as they get older but if you prune up much more I'm gonna have to trade you in" "OH well at least my wrinkles are from sitting in the water to long what's your excuse OLD MAN," Jason clutches both hands over his heart and staggers back. "OUCH that hurts." "Well they say you hurt the ones you love." I snicker. "I'll remember that" Jason retorts "Yeah sure you got old timers you'll forget as soon as you close your eyes" "Evil child" "You taught me well" "Ok Ok I give" and Jason is laughing while holding his hands up in surrender. "Food's here. I should have asked if you like Chinese, hope you do, and I ordered a bunch of different stuff since I wasn't sure what you'd like." "I love Chinese and I like it all so we're good." "Excellent then get your tired wrinkled ass out of the tub and come eat" and then he runs down the hall. "YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE THE LAST WORD DON'T YOU! "YES!" "Bitch" "Thank you for the compliment" "I'm never going to win this one" "About time you figure that out" "Okay Okay I give" I laugh "Good thing I got plenty more" I just shake my head and giggle getting out of the tub. I'm look in the mirror and see that I've got one hell of a black eye that covers half of the right side of my face. I had better check to see how bad I've been torn up. Mom's set me up with some rough men but nothing like this. No I think to myself that bitch is not my mother, Dina, as set me up with some real assholes but this guy was the worst. I slide my finger carefully between my check and press against my ass. Its sore and tender but I've had worse. I glance at my finger and notice there's just a smidgen of blood but nothing to be worried about. Well at least he was clean so I don't have to worry about anything. OH and it hits me again that I'm probably already infected. I still have time if I want to go see a Dr. and I know Jason would still want me either way. So I could have it all without the hiv. But then I wouldn't have Jason's DNA in me. I know its silly but the thought of him always being a part of me, being inside me is reassuring. Suddenly I'm sure what I want and the thought is already making me hard. I walk back to the tub and grab the underwear and slip them back on. Being wet they cling and mold around my body clearing showing my arousal. But cock is working its way up to full mast. I head down the hall to the front room and Jason is sitting on the couch near the tv, opposite the one he folded out for me last night. He's in running shorts and wife beater and looks hot as hell, with an open box of Chinese in one hand, chop sticks in the other. hmm how convenient I think Jason looks up and see's that I'm wearing the underwear again and can clearly see my cock trying to burst through. I'm still not fully hard but the tip of my cock is just under the waistband. Jason's eyes get huge as his mouth falls open after a convulsive swallow. "Ahh hon shouldn't we wait a bit?" I walk over to him and take the food and sticks out of his hands. Then I turn my whole body around, bending at the waist so my butt is right in his face and put the food on the table top. I can feel Jasons breath on my ass as he exhales and I lean back a little more. Jason's hands roam up my leg, to my ass and spreads them. He blows on my injured ass and it stings a little but I expect it to hurt more in a bit. "Baby your still hurt, there's still some blood. Honey we should wait." "No this is the best time." At first he looks confused, then I can see on his face he understands what I mean. "Baby, you know there is still time for you to get medication. You have about 72 hours we can take you now or even in the morning." "Jason, you said you'd so anything for me right?" "Yes love but.." "But nothing. I've made up my mind. I want you to be in me forever. I need you to always be with me, I really need for you to breed me and make me yours." Jason is panting I can see his need warring with what he thinks is right. I lean back and push my ass right into his face. He groans loudly and his tongue starts circling my hole. Hands grab my cheeks and pull them apart to give the invading tongue better access. The tip of his tongue shoot right into my ass, probing me, opening me up. He darts, and flutters and seems to be touching everything around my hole and deep inside me as well. The sensation is unreal. I've heard about rimming but I only had one guy do it and only long enough to get me wet enough for him to push in. No one's ever done it with this much excitement or finesse. I have to steady myself by placing my hands on the table in front of me. "OH FUCK!" I'm practically screaming. "Hmm later" Now Jason stands up, turns me around and kisses me. He reaches around and grabs my ass and picks me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waste. Holding me up with one hand he reaches down and slides his cock out the top of his shorts and taps the tip of it over my ass. I can feel his toxic precum oozing over my torn tissues. His arm is starting to shake so he lets go of his cock and again grabs my cheeks, but now the head is tight up against my opening and he's got precum leaking like a facet all over it. He starts to carry me this way towards the bedroom, and with ever step his cock is pulsing against me and making me more slick. Gasping into his mouth "hon there's a bed right there" "Hhm hmph and there's one right over here" and he take another step down the hall and pushing the head of his dick into my ass and dripping more venom into me. We get to the laundry closet and he sets me on top of the washer. OMG! He just leans me back and just stands there with his cock head inside me while the washer churns me around it. The sensation is unreal. Neither of us is moving, yet both of us are panting like we running for our lives. Jason pulls his dick out and rests the tip against my quivering ass. As the washer churns his cock rotates around my opening almost going in but not quit driving me up the fucking wall. I feel a wetness dripping down the crack of my ass and I reach around with my hand and scoop some up with my fingers. Its really slick and I lick it and its his precum but it seems like there's a ton of it. I literally can feel it running down my crack. Jason start to push a bit more in and soon he has it up to the crown and amazingly there is very little pain. This man has super lube is all I can say. He leans forward more and I feel another inch of cock slide in and its getting a bit more painful as he gets pretty thick fast, but then I forget about it as he brings his face to mine and kisses me. The washer clicks and it stops which is just as well since I'm about ready to scream my head off. Jason holds still and we both seem to need to catch our breath which is pretty amazing since we really haven't done anything and there's still 6 more inches to go. "Wow always wanted to try that" he says. "You've never done that before? How did you know?" "We'll I've heard stories and thought it could be fun but have never really had anyone to try that with." I wrap my arm back around his neck as the washer starts to drain. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course" "How many guys have you been with?" "6" "6?! That's it!?!" "Yeah hon the last guy I was with was the one that infected me and I didn't want to do that to anyone else." I'm hit with a couple of realizations all at once. 1 I've slept with a hell of a lot more men the he has, 2 He's so afraid of infecting someone that he's been celibate till me and 3 I will be the only one with his dna. Before I can over analyze the washer clicks again and Jason leans forward and whispers "You ready?" "For?" I know he's not ready to cum yet so I confused as to what he means. Then the washer hits spin cycle. Its starts to rock and jump causing his cock to slide, twist and turn in my ass. "OH FUCK OH FUCK" I'm screaming as his cock is hitting every spot possible in my ass. I can feel Jason sliding deeper into me and its like his cock has to kiss and slime every part of my tunnel as it works its way deeper 1 inch then 2 inches more. Spreading his precum, his seed and his virus into every pore of my ass. I've never felt anything like this, never even dreamed that having a man inside me could feel this great. My cock has long since escaped its confinement and is leaving a trail of its own across our stomachs. As the washer moves us around my cock is sliding all around, my foreskin rubbing back and forth across my glands. I can't stand the stimulation any longer. "Oh My GOD I'm CUMING!" and just as my cock spurts its first shot onto our stomachs Jason lunges and shoves the last 4 inches in all at once. Rushing right though my second opening. The pain is intense and I can feel my ass tearing open inside and out but it all just seems to meld into my orgasm and the pain and the pleasure all become one. Jason is swiveling his hips and rotating his cock inside me working me through my orgasm, working his cock and precum all through me. "Sorry love but we needed to tear you up a bit more to make sure you take. If I didn't knock you up before you will be by the end of tonight." My cock jerks at what he's saying and even though I've just shot I'm more then ready for more. "Promise" I gasp as the washer make a rather sudden jump. "Oh yeah" and he jerks his cock inside me and I know he's poring more of his toxic lube in my ass. Then he starts to long dick me. He pulls so far back that I can feel him lubing up the outside of my hole then he slowly slides the full length steadily till his pubic hairs are pushed up against my ass. I trust up to get as much as I can into me. He pulls back again and I hear myself whimper at the loss. I'm becoming completely focused on Jason thick cock sliding in and out of me. I don't ever want it to end then Jason picks me up again and starts to walk us into the bedroom with his cock buried deep in me. Each step causes me to see stars between the pain of him having shoved so hard through my second opening. I know he's torn me up there. "Ok can't get the angle I want so we'll finish this up in here" and with that he flops us both onto the bed which cause him to first slide almost completely out then when he lands on top of me punches right though into my deepest parts as he pins my body to the bed with his cock. "OH fuck" the pain on that one has bought tears to my eyes and I automatically try to scoot up and away from him. "I know baby it hurts and there will be some more pain but I'm going to make this more pleasure then pain. But we got a job to do" and then he angle himself up slightly and slides his dick back and right across my prostate. My cock jumps and out shoots some precum from my dick. "Hmm yes now that's the angle I wanted. Baby do you know how hot it is to see you shoot like that when I do this?" and he shoves back in at that same angle and hits my sweet spot like a battering ram. My cock shoots out even my precum and I'm shaking my head from side to side. Jason pulls back so that he's resting right on my prostate and starts his short quick jabs that he know's drives me insane. "Oh Fuck Oh god" I grab his ass trying to pull him in deeper but he has complete control and wont move any more then his short jabs. I change tactics and grab his shoulders and try to leverage my ass up but he's figure out what I'm trying to do and has his hands grabbing my hips and holding me right where he wants me. "What's wrong baby need more." "OH my gawd yes more please Jason give me more!" "Okay hon" And then he does..but not much more. Now instead of just "tapping" my prostate its feels like he's only rubbing the head of his dick over it. Its more but not enough. "OH fuck Jason your fucking killing me FUCK ME!" "I will hon" I'm experiencing the most intense torture I could ever imagine. He's keeping me on the verge of not enough and to much. Hitting my sweet spot is sending jolts like electricity all through my body yet he's not moving enough to push me over the top. I can't hold still and I'm squirming all over the bed alternating between trying to get away and trying to impale myself further. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Trying to distract myself I notice he still has his wife beater on. Gravity makes it gap in front and I can barely make out his tattoo. The bio-hazard one. The hiv one. I reach down and pull his shirt up. "Skin I must feel your skin" I gasp out. He stops for a second to help me lift his shirt up and that's when I strike. I dig my heals into his ass and shove his pole all the way inside me at the same time I wrap my hands around his back and pull his chest to me and plant my lips right on his tattoo. IIt only takes a split second for all this to register with Jason and then he lets out a groan and I can feel his huge thick cock spreading its toxic load deep inside me. Jason's hips start to buck and he's pulling all the way out and slamming back in. His cock is making sure to tear me up every way it can and then to coat the wounds with its toxic spit. After about the 3rd thrust my body overloads and I'm shooting my second load and oh my god its 100 times more powerful then the first one. I'm overloaded with sparks, flames my body is fucking encompassed and overflowing with the power of my orgasm. I trusting up to meet Jason and then pulling away and thrusting again. I can't seem to get enough of his cock, and this virus laden seed. My body has to have it. Finally I cant seem to shoot any more and there are spots swimming around my eyes. Finally I just close my eyes and drown in it all.