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Martin stayed with me that night, he started responding to my email messages and forwarding my pics to his friends. I got fucked by 11 other guys throughout the night, everyone of them poz. It was obvious that Martin was whoring me out to poz guys. I fucking loved it, every load felt special and the tops seemed to really get off on letting me know that they were breeding me with their poz cum. It felt so liberating to take their poz cum willingly. I thanked each one for their poz load and Martin clearly was getting off on it. Every time a guy started cumming, he'd lean down and kiss me roughly but playfully. I don't know which one of us was enjoying it more. At the end of the night, Martin gave me another load. Afterwards, he kept his dick inside me, plugging my cum sloppy hole with his thick cock until we both fell asleep. The following morning, I woke up to the feeling of fullness as I gently rocked back and forth. I smiled as I realized that Martin was fucking me again. "Good morning Stud." I said as I smiled and tried to clench my hole. "Good morning Cumdump." He playfully replied. "It's fucking awesome to have a ready and willing cumdump first thing in the morning to take my Morning load." "And it feels amazing to wake up to a big poz cock stretching my hole and pounding my prostate. " I answered him. "Fuck yeah!" He exclaimed. He continued fucking me for a few of minutes. It was a nice leisurely fuck but soon enough, he started pistoning in and out faster and more urgently. The sounds between us were sloppy as cum started squelching out of me as the sheer size and thickness of his cock either drove the liquid in further into my guts or made it leak out of me in spurts. "Don't mind the mess, baby. I don't. I'm just throwing the riff raff out. They got their chance to convert this beautiful hole." He said and I laughed. "I know that it's my load that you want, and it's my poz cum that your hole needs." "Fuck yeah, baby. You popped my poz cherry, it's only fair that it's your sperm the one that gets me pregnant." I replied and I really meant it. "Oh fuck, baby, you know what to say to make me give you my load. I'm fucking close baby." "Oh yeah, please give it to me. I want your poz cum to be the one to poz my hole. It's your fucking babies I want to carry." I moaned as he pounded my prostate and I felt my own orgasm coming. "OOOHH FUUUUUUUCK YEAAAAAHHHH!!!" He yelled as I started clenching my hole and I felt my dick shooting underneath me. With a final shuddering thrust, he shoved balls deep inside me and came and came and kept cumming. As he roared and I grunted with my own fucking orgasm. "WHOAH!" he exclaimed as he shuddered and collapsed on top of me. His heart racing so palpably I could feel it against my shoulder blades. "Good Morning Stud." I repeated and laughed. "A very good morning to you, Cumdump." He laughingly said as he leaned down and kissed my neck.

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

Mmmm Monday's are my new favorite day. Today, I took two loads again. Not the same guys as last week, and this time one in my mouth and one in my smooth hole. I'm on a roll. Married gay guy I've sucked a few times hits me up, am I up for two cocks today? Hell ya. Set up a time and prep. My guy has wanted to fuck me but hasn't been able to because of timing. Told him I'd be prepped so if he and his buddy wanted to top me I'd be ready. I walked in to the bedroom, they're both there naked. I hit my knees and start sucking them both, taking turns as I work their hard trobbing cocks. My buddy is early 50s, nice 7" cock, his buddy is 30, married to F. After taking turns sucking them for about 15 min, buddy moves behind me and rubs his cock on my smooth hole. Little lube and in he goes. Mmmmm he's fucking me, I'm pushing against his thrusts, loving the feeling as I work on his buddy with my mouth. I get a good fucking for 5 min or so, pulls out now and then... then slides back in. Guy in my mouth is loving it, watching me take cock while I'm begging for his load. My buddy is picking up the pace, I'm begging for him to pull out and feed me. He takes a big thrust and stays balls deep, mmmm I'm getting bred. So I bury my head into his buddys crotch and inhale his cock, begging for his load. He's throat fucking me, holding my head down. My buddy pulls out.... I am now on a mission to swallow his buddy. After a couple minutues he says no.. I want some of that ass. So he gets up and walks behind me. Slides right into my cummy hole and goes to work. My buddy is soft but offering my his cock, I'm licking him while 30 yo it going to town on my ass. I'm using my ass to work his cock and meet his thrusts. I'm begging him to feed me, begging. I just got one in my ass... now I want to get fed. After a few minutes.. he pulls out. Don't think he bred me... nope, he moves to my mouth and gives me his cock head. I take it in... and then he releases... mmmm delicious seed floods my mouth. Few good squirts. I collect his load in my mouth and swallow... milking the last drops from his softening cock. We dress and new guy and I leave. When I get home I'm use my finger to feel my cummy slick hole. Damn that's the way to start a monday.

This is some great input (so to speak). i love an experienced Man who can discern a "relaxed loose beat up a little" hole. As a receiving bottom, i wanna have some form of lube, be it cum, spit or lube. Of course, the best is cum. Regardless of what one may have read, a hole can be permanently changed. At least, mine sure is. It's changed to more of a receptive organ than a retentive one. i still have full control of retention, even fluids when a Man pisses in me, but i have to make effort because it's not just automatically retentive as it was when i was less used and opened. One thing has not changed though, and that is how friction feels. i will receive a Mans cock however He puts it in, but i don't enjoy dry. i do love when a Top loves to eat a hole first, that opens me and makes me more pussy-like. Not all guys know about lube (again, any kind) and how wetness can affect a bottoms hole making it more of an organ to receive Their cock. i can tell when a Top is more experienced because He knows how to prep and manipulate the hole He is going to breed. Re the "relaxed loose beat up" comment. Fucking perfect description and tone for me. One of the things that happens when i have taken multiple cocks and loads close together is my hole swells inside, but at the same time is more opened. It takes fewer cocks to get that affect at this point in my life. One good fuck leave my hole swollen and with pussy lips... and, usually, hungry.

Part 2 the preparation Jack entered the room. Brad who was still tied up on the bed looked at Jack and floundered violently on the bed hoping to get loose. Try it, go wild it doesn't matter anyway you will never get loose said Jack. It makes it all the more fun for me to convert you. Despite the ball in his mouth you could still hear no never from the mouth of Brad. Jack grinned, you are not my first boy nor will you be my last. When I'm done with you will beg me to empty my fat cock into your ass, you'll beg me to swallow my seed and you'll want to please me so much that you'll be willing to do anything for me. Brad began to cry out why and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack was laughing loudly with the crying and yelling Brad. Why, well I'll explain it to you. We picked you very specifically, our clients are looking for athletic studs who have been transformed. They love to humiliate former pussy lovers, drug them and fuck their butts open. You fit the bill completely. Angel first gained your trust and made sure she could control your entire life without anyone starting to look for you. Let's get down to it, I'm looking forward to it. Because I love to see a transformation happen, it brings me great pleasure and delight to see my work bear fruit. The light was turned on in the room and Brad could now see the room clearly for the first time. Everywhere he saw attributes lying around. The walls were lined with chains, whips, ropes there were several benches with all kinds of sizes of dildos and cone shaped things. He saw rings lying pliers, and other weird looking instruments. In the corner he saw a shower and a toilet. In the middle there were different kinds of benches with holes in them on the side there was a cross there hung a cloth attached to the ceiling with 4 chains. Next to the bed there was a table with syringes and needles, different kinds of bottles of pills and lubricants. He also saw gas masks and armor. On the other wall he saw pumps hanging rollers with spikes on them, he saw clamps hanging and on the ceiling and on the walls he will attachment points to hang chains. In front of the bed was a large flat screen on a wheeled base. With most things he could imagine what they were for but with some things he really had no idea. Jack went to the table where the syringes were and picked up a bottle of lube. He positioned himself on the bed and put an amount of lube on his fingers and without warning shove it up Brad's ass. Brad tried to spar against it but it didn't have much effect. Jack was in complete control and Brad tied up nothing starting against the burly Jack. Brad cried out in pain, it was the first time he had fingers in his ass and his exciting pussy was giving him a huge pain jolt from the brutal invasion. A grin came to Jack's face. Soon you will get hot he said first it will burn and then for the first time you will experience what it feels like to have an empty pussy. Jack withdrew his fingers and Brad still shouting no no no no please stop. He felt the burning in his ass come on. What are you guys doing stop this he yelled. Not that Jack really understood what he was yelling or cared. After a few minutes the burning sensation began to ebb away and Brad looked around with fear. Jack had gone to the wall and was taking a gas mask from the wall. Brad felt a tingling sensation rise in his ass, he didn't know what it was but he indeed felt an empty feeling in his ass. Fight it, Fight it you won't let yourself be used he was telling himself. Jack stood beside the bed and took the gag out of Brad's mouth. Finally the damn ball was out of his mouth, he started calling for help as loud as he could. Jack grinned, yell as loud as you can slut no one can hear you. I am not your slut, untie me and let me go. If you let me go now I won't tell anyone what happened here. I will not untie you and you will not tell anyone either said Jack you will be here for a long time and when we are done will want to tell everyone how proud you are of your new life and status. Brad tried to say something back but the Tina began to overpower his thoughts and his ass was clamoring to be filled. Oh what do we see there said Jack is the Tina starting to do his job. No cried Brad, I will never transform I am a real guy a guy who fucks women. We will see about that said Jack and with some difficulty placed the gas maker on Brad's head. Brad yelled for him to take off the mask but Jack took a pipe and some crystals and melted them and inhaled the white smoke. He blew it into the hose of the gas mask and then held it closed. He repeated this several times and little by little Brad's cries hushed. His body stopped struggling and he began to moan lightly. Jack stroked Brad's nipples and saw that he was beginning to squirm on the bed. He stroked his cock and heard Brad moan lightly. Then he put some more special lube on his fingers and inserted them into Brad's pussy without any opposition from Brad. Brad moaned and between moans you could still hear stop, I don't want this. The gas mask was taken off and the flat screen turned on, a movie began to play. Brad saw a young guy like him lying on a bed where there were several men standing around and fucking the boy. The boy was also sucking some cocks and you could hear he was enjoying it. Brad got headphones on and heard the boy being fucked moaning and asking to be fucked more and harder, he too heard someone talking in the background saying in a sweet tone that he was a slut a penis loving whore who wants nothing more than to suck real men's cock, a slut who gets his pussy fucked and filled with seed, a whore who lets himself be used. Jack left the room, leaving Brad alone with the movie and headphones. This will help bring him closer to his transformation, I have seen it happen several times and this time will be no different. Brad tried not to look but because his head was fixed he could only close his eyes. The headphones made sure he still heard the constant moaning and the soft voice that was imprinting on him that he was a slut. The chems caused him to become aroused by the moans and his ass to scream to be filled. He tried to tell himself that he was straight and that he could resist but after a few minutes he could no longer control himself and started watching the movie anyway. He saw the young man being pimped on all sides. Even though he found it horrifying to watch, deep down he felt a strange sense of longing. He tried to banish the thoughts from his mind but the sound of the moaning and the voice in the background took over from his own thoughts. An hour later, the chems began to lose power, the movie continued to play and Brad could resist more of what he was being shown. He try to break free again but quickly felt that it would not work. Jack came back into the room and turned on the light. Untie me cried Brad, I will never do what you are showing me here, never. Jack remained silent for a moment took off the headphones and opened a bottle of Getorade, you need to drink he said, because you have been lying here for a while. We don't want you to get dehydrated. Brad indeed had a dry mouth but didn't know if he would drink from the bottle. He refused, but Jack pinched his nose shut and poured the bottle into his mouth. Brad started to gag but still drank the bottle half empty. It tasted strange, surely something must have been put into the drink he thought. He was right Jack had indeed put GHB in the bottle and Brad would soon find out. Jack took some special lube again and Brad tried to struggle again. You know it's no use friend said Jack, stop resisting and accept your new life. As Jack stuck his fingers with the lube in Brad's pussy Brad cried out no, never. Again he felt that burning sensation and tingling sensation in his ass. Jack took a quick look at his new toy and saw that the Tina was starting to do its job again. Just a little while longer he thought and then the G will be in his system too and we can introduce something for the first time. Brad tried again to fight chems and the feeling that came up his ass. Jack meanwhile was stroking Brad's body to make him a little hornier and was spinning circles around the sphincter. Brad who was trying to fight it had to give in. The G was starting to kick in and he couldn't resist the stimulation of his sphincter. The muscle opened gently and that was the signal for Jack. Look what we have here said Jack. Brad was moaning lightly through the chems and without wanting it to be the same he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. Jack got up and walked over to the wall where the buttplugs were. He took one of the smallest plugs and went back to the bed. Brad had stopped moaning and started moaning because his pussy was not getting any attention. He saw the plug Jack had in his hands and between moans started saying, no don't , I don't want it. Sure you do said Jack, your pussy is asking for it. Your pussy is starting to open up spontaneously. He took back the lube and put it on the plug and stuck it in Brad's virgin pussy. Brad wanted to work against it but the chems made it impossible. He felt the top of the plug push against his sphincter muscle. Like a miracle the muscle opened up and let the tip of the plug in without any problems. No I don't want this cried Brad and Jack grinned. Your pussy says something else, my friend. Jack pushed the plug a little further and Brad felt his ass being pulled open. A feeling of pain and at the same time of relief came through him. The pain of his muscle being pulled open and relief of his pussy being filled. The plug was pushed deeper and something magical happened for Brad. Suddenly his muscle closed back up as the plug was completely in his ass and he felt a sense of satisfaction. The pain was gone and his tight pussy was completely forming around the plug. Jack took back the headphones and put them back on Brad's head. The soft voice and moans of what was happening on the screen were back. The lights were turned back off and Brad was alone again. This time the feeling was different for Brad. He watched the movie still in horror but he felt his pussy filling the plug. He tried to push the plug out of his ass but he couldn't. He pushed and every time he stopped he felt the plug sucking back into his cunt and that gave him a blissful feeling of fullness, he felt the plug massaging his prostate. Some pre-cum was flowing from his limp dick He felt the wet spot and was shocked by what he saw. This can't be happening he thought, sex between men can't turn me on. I don't want this. But the chems and the plug were doing their job and without even realizing it Brad was moaning and trying to get the plug deeper into his pussy. Each time he did, more pre-cum poured out of his pole. His horniness was beginning to take the upper hand over his thoughts. The longer it went on the more his wall began to break down and the more he began to accept the feeling of a plug in his pussy. He started working his ass so hard to get the plug deeper that without realizing it he had pushed the plug out of his ass. He got an empty feeling in his pussy and even though he wanted to fight it he started to cry out, please help me put it back in. Please put it back in I need it. Jack who was following along in the room next door on the screens saw it happen and started to grimace. He knew something had changed with Brad. He let him call for a moment and then went into the room and came to stand next to Brad took off the headphones. Jack saw the pre-cum on Brad's belly and said laughing a little oh slut did you like the plug in your pussy so much you couldn't hold back. What do you want slut why did you call out. Brad was embarrassed by the moisture on his belly and looked at Jack with doubt, he didn't know what to say. On the one hand he didn't want this but on the other hand he didn't want to continue with this empty feeling in his ass. I euh, I euh . Yes said Jack what do you want. I want to hear you say it all you want, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Brad hesitated and tried to counter but Jack started circling Brad's sphincter again with his finger. Brad couldn't take this anymore and without another thought he said put it back in. What said Jack, what do you want. Put that thing back in my butt see Brad. That thing is a butt plug said Jack and if you want it back you will have to ask nicely. May I please have the plug back said Brad. That's not how you ask it Jack said. You ask it like this: May I please have a plug in my slut ass sir. Brad didn't want to say it but the stimulation of his sphincter, the empty feeling in his cunt and the chems took over. Without another thought the words came out of Brad's mouth and Jack stepped up to the wall and took a larger plug. Brad saw Jack standing there with the bigger plug and wanted to say no but Jack interrupted him by saying he should be glad he got a bigger one and he should thank his master. He asked for it to get a plug back in his ass. Jack smeared some special lube back on the plug and pushed it back into Brad's ass. Brad felt his ass immediately open up and suck the tip of the plug in. He groaned, then he felt the plug was much larger than the previous one and his sphincter was pulled open again. He groaned in pain but Jack had no pity and pushed the plug in fully. Brad felt his muscle close back up and his cunt suck the larger plug tight. Again he felt that burning sensation and after a few minutes he felt his cunt relax and a huge surge of horniness came over him. Jack who remained in the room this time was watching the spectacle. Brad was rubbing his ass on the bed trying to push the plug deeper. Jack positioned himself on the bed and gave a tap to the flat piece of the dildo. A loud moan of pleasure filled the room and Jack pushed against the plug for a moment. He pulled lightly on the plug and then released it again. You could tell Brad was enjoying the new sensation he was discovering. Do you like it slut asked Jack. Brad groaned but remained silent. I asked do you like it slut and Jack gave a firm tap to Brad's ass. Brad gave a moan and said yes I like it. Brad got another smack against his ass. You don't talk to me like that Jack said. You need to learn your place. Again. Do you like it slut. This time Brad didn't hesitate and said Yes sir I like it. Good girl said Jack. We are going to make your pussy enjoy much more he said but you will have to earn it. Brad who was moaning was startled. He felt Jack pull the plug and pull it out of his ass. Because he was doing it so roughly, Brad got a pain shot through his body. But once the plug was out of his cunt the empty feeling came back. Pleas put it back in sir moaned Brad. But Jack refused. It's time you learned that you don't get something for nothing. Brad looked at Jack and everything went through him. His mind as far as he could still think said no, his ass and his body said yes. How far would he be willing to let this go, how long would he be able to resist and how long would he have to stay here. What were they still planning to do with him. He didn't want this but the feeling of a plug in his ass was still so delicious. His mind was completely messed up by the chems and the manipulation he didn't know what to think, say or do anymore. Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure.

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He had hilted himself balls deep in me and I could feel the strong pulses all along his cock as he shot his cum into my ass. Every throbbing shot was punctuated by a loud grunt from him and I felt the hot wetness warming my guts. He shuddered while still inside me and collapsed onto my back. "Goddamn! I fucking needed that!" Darryl said, as he began to pull out. With three loads inside me now, my hole was beginning to feel sloppy and wet, and some cum dribbled out on Darryl's withdrawal. "My turn, but I want you to ride me." The younger top said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and he maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed. Since I was still blindfolded, Martin grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "Relax, just follow my lead, I won't let you get hurt." I thought it was considerate of him that he wanted to make sure that I didn't bump my head or stub my toes as he positioned me over the younger top's cock and guided me down til I felt it sliding at my crack. I balanced myself, and lowered myself down onto what was probably a nice thick eight inch cock. It filled me nicely and, as I gained a solid balance while on my haunches, I started sliding up and down on it and heard the younger guy begin to grunt and breathe hard. "Relax, baby, let us do the work." Martin said, and I felt his hands on my shoulders so I would remain still and the younger top could thrust at his pace. "You ever been double fucked?" Martin asked and realization suddenly came crashing down on me. He intended to double fuck me! "I've seen it in porn but I'm scared, there's no fucking way my hole could do that!" I replied. "You'd be surprised how resilient assholes can be," he said laughingly. "I promised you you wouldn't get hurt, let me just stick my fingers alongside his dick and we can just play like that. If you're really not into it, we'll stop, deal?" 'Why not?' I thought to myself, 'so far he hasn't given me any indication that he's into pain' "Ok," I replied, "Just be careful, please." "Fuck Yeah!" He exclaimed and the other guys must have been waiting for my response because the top beneath me laughed and said, "Oh fuck! You're a brave motherfucker ha ha" Since his hands were already at my shoulders, he began to knead my shoulders and started working his way down my back, I found it relaxing and felt the tension slip away. The top underneath, said, "let me hug you." So I put my knees astride his body, keeping his hard cock inside me the whole time, and leaned over and hugged him. By this time, Martin had reached the base of my spine and continued tracing til his fingers were rubbing the rim of my hole; wrapped around the younger top's cock. It felt strangely erotic to be getting fucked and feeling fingers massaging my hole at the same time. I felt the coolness of lube being drizzled onto my hole and felt a pleasant little intrusion, as Martin's finger slipped inside. He started gently pulling and prodding at my hole. The whole time, I could feel the cock inside me grinding on my prostate. For a minute I shivered and shuddered with overstimulation and in that space, I felt a second finger slip. He used the 2 fingers in me to slip around my hole, gently pulling it and helping it relax until I was unconsciously pushing out and making it pout. The sensations were amazing, I loved having him play with my hole as a big cock was already in me. I welcomed the slight stretch when his third finger slipped in, followed after an excruciating minute by a fourth. After 4 fingers, I was literally sweating and panting and I felt this amazing counterintuitive sensation of my ass both being stretched almost to its limits but also feeling hungry for more at the same time. All I could do was moan. I was inwardly glad that I was as stoned as I was because this was surely the most amazing and adventurous thing I'd ever done. "Your hole looks beautiful wrapped around my fingers. You Ok, baby?" I heard Martin ask. "Uh...oh fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good. I feel so full." I moaned in reply. "That's nothing, baby. That's just my fingers stretching your entrance, I don't want to hurt you or tear you badly. My dick is going to stretch you more, if you need me to stop just say so. Here we go, so take a couple of deep sniffs of poppers." He said, and I felt more lube being drizzled but his fingers stayed in me, I guess to keep my hole stretched for his thick hole wrecker. As I felt the popper rush hit me, I felt the immense pressure of his big cockhead trying to slip into me in the space being created by his fingers. It was a tight fit and I could feel my hole almost give way as he started to nudge more insistently. I was trying to relax with all my will but he was just fucking huge. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long if you fuckers keep manhandling my dick like that." The younger top below me said. As stoned as I was I laughed and goddamn if that didn't do the trick, he didn't slam in but his cockhead and a good couple of inches suddenly popped right through my ring with a snap I felt in my soul and I yelped but more in surprise than pain. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Martin kept saying, as he froze while I saw stars and unconsciously clenched and unclenched rapidly, which I immediately willed myself to stop. I felt the sharp pain begin to subside as I relaxed. I think that for a moment, we were all frozen in time, captives of our own nerve endings and the thrills rushing through them. "Holy fuck! I've never felt so stretched in my life!" I said truthfully. "I'm close." The younger top said as I felt more lube drizzled between us. "You're so fucking tight, I want this hole wrapped around my dick all the time." Martin said and I literally felt my insides shift as he began sliding the rest of his big powerful poz cock inside me. Inch by inch he slid into me and alternately withdrew slowly until he was in me as deep as he could go considering our positions. The thrilling rhythmic sensations of pushing and pulling, filling and emptiness; soon lulled me into a blissful state and I sighed against the younger top's chest, even as I felt his heart jackhammer underneath me as he too pounded in and out of me. I was in that same bliss for I don't know how long, it felt like hours but was surely a few minutes. I started hearing both guys breathing heavier and grunting louder. I kept moaning as my prostate was battered from different sides. "Fuuuuck!!" The younger top below me shouted as I felt the tell tale pulses and warm wetness of his poz sperm flooding my guts. "Oh fuck YEAAAAHHH!!!" Martin followed shortly with a roar as he hilted himself as far as he could and my hole, stretched to its definite limits and stuffed to the brim with cocks, began to leak more and more cum. After a short while, the guys' tremors and orgasms subsided and with Martin's cock still inside me, I felt the younger guy slip out and roll out from under us. Martin took this opportunity to move me further forward onto the bed; still impaled on his cock. And held me down as he lay on top of me. "My friends are gonna get dressed and leave now, but your hole is going to get more loads. You did great, I like fucking you. You're gonna be my cumdump from now on, I'm gonna make sure I knock you up good. Your hole is where my poz babies belong." My only response was to grind my ass back against his hips, clenching and unclenching my ass to milk his cock, still balls deep inside me, and let him know how much I wanted to be bred poz by him.

"Fuck Yeah! Hold that pose." He said, then grabbed his phone and took a few pictures. "I'm sending these to my buds," he said as he tapped away on his phone. Then turned to me, as I lay there with my hole beginning to leak his cum. I finally looked down at his dick and I couldn't believe that huge log had been inside me. It was thicker than a beer can and I'm pretty sure that the 9 inches were an underestimation. The head was huge, angry, and red, with a pearl of bright white cum hanging from the piss slit. My eyes widened and he laughed. "Yeah, it's tough for me to find bottoms that can or even want to take me sometimes, it's why I prefer the anonymous scene ha ha." "Holy shit! I'm glad I'm stoned and buzzed because otherwise there's no way I'd have taken you." I said. "Then I'm going to take advantage." He said; scooting forward and slapping that huge cockhead on my hole. "Look into my eyes," he said and I looked up at him. I found his smile comforting and he continued, "You already took it, that ass is already mine. But you set up tonight for a reason, you don't just want to get fucked. You NEED to get fucked. And you NEED to get pozzed so that's what I'm here to give you. Now take a deep sniff of poppers, hold your breath, and let it out when I tell you." I looked into his eyes, took a deep sniff in each nostril, and held my breath. After about 5 seconds, he said, "Let it out." I began to exhale when he slammed his whole length into me. I'm pretty sure he must have torn me up a little but the poppers helped and I felt instantly full but also so euphoric that I moaned out loud. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. I noticed that his pecs were pierced with small barbells and I began to nibble on his right nipple. "Oh fuck, baby. That's my kryptonite!" He said chuckling. Meanwhile, I could feel him begin to piston in and out. His thick shaft feeling like it was dragging my guts out on his out strokes but massaging my insides and pounding into my prostate on the in strokes. I squeezed my ass muscles, this time deliberately milking his dick. Knowing that I was no longer the nervous negative cuck that I was before he walked in the door. Now, I was a potential positive cumdump, finally taking that step that I'd feared for years. Realizing now that I had nothing to fear all along except this! Me, on my back with a handsome stranger smiling as he plowed away at my ass while his precious cum changed my DNA to match his! "Please cum inside me again." I said out loud. "I want your cum inside me. I want your babies in me. Please." I pleaded. "Oh fuck, you're still so fucking tight. I'm getting close again. Chew on my nipples baby, bite those fuckers!" I chewed and bit his nipple, using my tongue and front teeth to twist the barbell back and forth. He started huffing, puffing, and sucking his breath in hard through his teeth. "Ahhh, yeah, baby. Fuck, I'm getting close. Your ass is working hard for my load. But I want you to look into my eyes again and ask for it." "Yes please. Give me your load, your poz cum. Shoot it inside me and poz me please." I begged as I looked into his eyes and tweaked his nipples with my fingers. He got this intense look in his eyes and roared as his dick began to spasm and contract and I felt that tell tale warmth deep inside me that let me know he was breeding me again. "Fuuuuuuuck yeah! Pozzing your hot hole!" He said, as he collapsed on top of me. Soon after, he raised himself on his arms and said. "I want your number, I'm going to keep fucking you and I'm gonna make sure your ass is always full of cum." He pulled out of me, grabbed his phone and said, "Well, looks like your ass has about 30 minutes to rest. I see you got some weed, let's smoke. I have a feeling you're gonna need to be relaxed ha ha." It sounded playfully ominous but that's kind of what his appeal was to me; this intense manner of friendliness and control at the same time. Plus he was a stud, about 6'1", 185 lbs of muscle, and a handsome face with a thick hole wrecker that I was beginning to get addicted to. We stepped out to the balcony, smoked a joint while we waited for his friends and got to know each other a little better. "I'm horny all the time," He told me, "And jacking off doesn't cut it anymore. I need to fuck and breed, and I'm looking for a regular cumdump if you're interested. Besides, you got a one in fifty chance that you got pozzed tonight so I'm gonna keep breeding you til it takes." "Really? One in fifty?" I asked, suddenly feeling disappointed. "That's what they say, but that just means we gotta get at least fifty loads in you" he said with a wicked grin as he grabbed my ass and stuck his middle finger in me. He started digging at my insides and it kind of stung a little. He pulled out his finger, now covered in a pinkish layer of cum and winked at me. "Just tipping the odds in your favor." He said with a smile as his phone beeped.

Dad’s Basement - Part Two I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. The thought of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking seemed to leave my cock harder than I had ever before experienced, and the thought they were (I imagined) playing in the basement even while I was sleeping upstairs somehow made the vision even more enticing. Still, one would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside, but nope: I was lost in thought, my hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock when Dad's voice awoke me out of my day dream. “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts. “Anything interesting happen today, Son?” Dad asked coyly. “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others,” I said. "Other than that it was a quiet day.” “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot.” “Hot, huh? Like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?” I had to smile as I nodded 'yes'. “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck, it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me,” Dad remarked, adding “See?” I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, which allowed Dad to see my shorts were tented by my own very hard cock. “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on, Son?” “Definitely, Dad.” “Good, but I need to know if the full range of our activities turns you on, or is there some component of our sessions leave you uncertain or even afraid?" “The HIV component, Dad, scares me, yet it also excites me," I had to acknowledge. “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After conversion (or infected), sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement: fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free. Understand?” “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?” “Yes. Some take it willingly and some don’t. Some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it.” As he gave this explanation Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, which rendered me even more excited. Our conversation was turning both of us on, and in fact I am fairly sure I could see his cock pulsate, even through his jeans, particularly when his palm caressed the his cock head. “Do the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall represent all of the men that you have infected?” “I didn’t infect them all, Son, but yes, they do represent the men who were infected by a member of the Club. That's our trophy wall It reminds us of who is carrying our virus.” Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. “Drop them Son,” he ordered. "Show Daddy.” Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. “Grew up nicely there, Son,” Dad commented as he kicked off his work boots, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. I found myself wondering how I had managed to overlook these amazing details when I spied on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. “You like looking at that cock, Son?” I nodded slowly. “I like you looking at it.” I was mesmerized. The cock that made me was not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and urged “Inhale deeply, Son.” I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and repeated his instruction. Again I complied. Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified and my heart raced. My breathing was heavier. Dad’s hot breathe in my ear urged “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!” I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected. And harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. “Good boy” Dad said with a smile. “I think you are ready for more. Let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement.” He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy.

Chad’s Collapse into Chaos: Chapter 1 Note: There is a fairly long contextual intro. Jump to the spot with the pictures to get to the action. Chad: 29 5’9” 160lbs, slightly toned, drank and smoked weed occasionally. Has a good job in marketing/communications in sales. Vanilla life, recently heartbroken, and tries drugs and anonymous sex for the first time, while alone after a weekend at a music festival. ----- My life was in shambles. For years I had been with only one guy. We met when I was younger, not even out of the closet. Then again, I felt like I was barely out of the closet now. Still, I spent years with this guy. Our breakup felt sudden. Me? I’m Chad. Grew up in PEI, a relatively simple lower middle class life. Mom was a drunk, Dad left when we were young, but we managed. I grew up fantasizing about guys, but mostly avoiding relationships. As I got older, I went to school for business in a larger city out west and ended up working a few jobs in marketing sales. It was an easy gig. I showed up, acted charming, told the clients what they wanted to hear, and I made enough sales to perform well. In college I met Trevor out at a bar. He was making eyes, I was drunk enough to make eyes back. That lead to a years long relationship were I felt content enough to not dig any deeper. Trev? Clearly he felt different. I caught him cheating. I walked in on him in our apartment on the fringes between suburbs and downtown of the city we lived in. I came home early from work one day when I was feeling a bit off. My mental health sometimes gets the better of me, and this day, I just wasnt feeling it. It was just after lunch when I entered our townhouse. I always entered from the patio doors, as they were usually open, and our back yard was really hidden as the pathway to get to the back ran along the edge of a wall at the end of the townhouses. It emptied out onto a private terrace backed onto a greenway that led up to a highway. It was private. Too private I found out. I was about to walk in when I saw that Trev was blindfolded, leading over counter, while a stranger was jack hammering his ass. Both Trev and the stranger were facing away from me at a diagonal. I could see most of what was happening, but not all of it. I felt sick. Everything swirled and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I stood there. I watched. Trev was acting wild, wilder than he ever did with me. The top was really handsy, grabbing my partner in ways I didn’t know were okay. He slapped him, pulled his hair, and roughly grabbed his neck and choked him. Trev seemed to love it. I felt so conflicted. So shameful. This was nothing like when Trevn and I had sex. I could hear them through the door. The top grunting, Trev groaning, with both of them talking dirty. “You want it?” I could barely pick it out, but I could hear it. “Fuck me daddy, breed me.” I was shocked. Trev was fucking this stranger bare. I couldn’t watch anymore. I started to leave when I heard the top groan. “Fuck yeh, take it. Take my cum!” I nearly tripped over myself getting out of there and heading to my car. I got in, turned it on and drove away slowly. I continued on for a while, finally ending up at a part I used to run at. The entire drive there I was rock hard and leaking. My brain and heart were broken, but my cock and lust were on full blast. Everything swelled. Before I could sense what I was doing, I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I rubbed and rubbed, while I thought about Trev getting fucked raw by a stranger and taking his cum. I fucked him raw, but I was his partner. This was so shocking to me. But it turned me on. I rubbed and suddenly I was cumming through my underwear and pants. I panted, feeling raw, horny, and feral. I also felt confused. As I came to I noticed a car had pulled up next to me and in the driver’s seat a man was sitting there watching me. He winked at me. I felt sick. This entire time the car had been on and in park. I had to go. I left in a hurry, spreading crusher dust and gravel everywhere as I spun out of there. I couldn’t go home, but I didnt know where to go. —-- I drove around for a while before deciding to go to a friend’s. She wasn’t too far away and she was as a friend from home. She took me in, listened to my heartbreak, and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. The same day I broke up with Trev. I did it over the phone, I couldn’t tell him why. I couldn’t even form the words. I just told him I wanted him out of the house and with his things by the end of the week. He didn’t even seem to care, he almost sounded relieved. I knew he was sitting there listening to me while there was cum inside him from another man. Maybe this is what he always wanted. I definitely didn’t want it. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. My friend told me this was “perfect timing”. That she and a few other friends were headed to a music festival in another city for a few days that weekend, and one of her friends couldn’t go anymore so there was an extra vip ticket. I had never been to a music festival and I tried to tell her I just needed to be by myself and recover, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. “Fuck that, you are coming, and we are going to have a great time. You will see!” They had rented an airbnb for 5 days in the downtown core, just a single train ride with a few stops over to the festival. It was hot and I spent most of the weekend drunk and high. I had never partied before, but my friend and company were prepared. They had a party kit with tons of supplies and most of them spent the weekend high on molly. I abstained, only drinking and getting stoned, until the final night of the festival. My friend was persistent. She said it would be a good time and to relax. Fuck it. I dropped some molly. The final night was amazing and surprising. I ended up making eyes at one of the gay guys in the group while dancing at a slow electronic band’s set towards the end of the night. He made eyes back. He took my hand and led me away to an edge, near some hedges, and we made out. We left the festival early and headed to the airbnb where he gave me a deep blowjob that felt like magic. But, just as I came, all I could think about was Trev getting barebacked while wearing a blindfold. I kept picturing myself in the position. Feeling what he felt. I was a top, only having been fingered a few times, including this night while the other guy blew me. I shot deep into his mouth while thinking about getting cock and jizz deep inside my hold. “Holy fuck dude, you shot so much and your ass really clenched onto my finger. You loved it.” Indeed I did, but I also felt a lot of shame. I woke up feeling awful. Friends and company were already packing up. I had driven a few of us here, but most were taking other rides or planes back home to where they lived. I was driving by myself. I had planned on leaving today, but I felt so awful. My friends saw it in my body and face. “Oh Chad, you look rough.” and “Fuck dude, you should sleep it off. We have the airbnb for two more nights. I was going to stay in the city but I can’t cause of work now. It is already paid for. I heard what happened man, you should stay and chill. Go to the spa or something and just relax. Here are the details.” I had already taken two weeks off work because of the breakup, so essentially, I was free. I said yes and as my friends packed up, and headed out. I was in and out of sleep, unsure of myself, feeling awful, and just happy I didnt have to move. Before leaving, my friend came over to say goodbye as I groaned. “Hey Chad, im heading out. This was a great weekend and I am so glad you came and I am even more glad you are staying for a bit. You deserve a break. Get out there, make some friends, meet guys, have fun. I left you some stuff in the kitchen. Have fun!” She leaned over, gave a kiss on the cheek, slapped my ass, and left. I fell asleep. I woke up hours later. The sky was already getting dark, I was starving having not eaten in 30 hours. I was also really horny. I woke up with a raging hard on and instantly thought about the previous nights blowjob and Trevor getting anonymously fucked. My heart started pounding. I rolled out of bed, with my hard on poking through my underwear, catching the corners of things. I had to piss but I was too hard. I walked into the kitchen, thinking about eating, but even though I was hungry, I didnt have the urge to eat. On the table there was a small bag, and a few bottles of rum. She left me quite the surprise. Inside the bag were 2 pills of molly, a few grams of weed and smoking supplies, and a note. “Have fun, be careful, and let loose. You deserve it. Call me if you need anything.” On the back of the note was the instructions for the airbnb. I eyed the weed. It was late, I wasnt going out. So I grabbed the weed, a bottle of rum, and headed to the patio in my underwear. I sat there, thinking about Trevor, the blowjob, and how my life was collapsing around me. I was 28, relatively good looking, had a good job, but I was no single and in the worst kind of possible way. I smoked and took swigs from the bottle as I watched the sunset. I wanted to crawl back into bed, but my hardon kept coming and going. I was getting pretty buzzed. I grabbed my phone, looked at my hard dick leaking through my undies, and downloaded a few hook up apps. I made a quick profile, using this image, with these details: Shynewlysingleguy: 29 years old, toned, 160lbs, vers top I took the pic quickly, setting it up. Why I wanted to show my ass, im not sure. I just kept thinking about how it felt from Trevors perspective. I didnt look at the apps anymore. I decided I needed a shower and as I walked back into the kitchen, I thought about the molly. I really enjoyed last night. I was shocked that I was even having these thoughts, but I was feeling desparate and horny. The “fuck it” mindset was really being pushed along by the weed and the rum. I set down everything, took off my clothes, reached into the bag and grabbed the two pills, and headed for the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at my body. I looked tired, but nice. I was tanned, and the lack of food and water over the weekend had my body looking so tight. I stared at myself and my cock, cut and pointing up towards my stomach. It was 7inches and average. I was afraid to touch it, feeling like I could cum at any moment. I threw the pills in my mouth, looked at myself directly in the eye, and swallowed. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a deep clean, avoiding touching my cock, but scrubbing everywhere sensually. It felt great. I had felt stoned and a bit drunk and I knew the molly would kick in fast with nothing in my body to stop it. I layed down in the shower letting the water fall on my body. It felt amazing. I laid there touching my body and making my way down to my ass. I lifted my legs and rubbed my hole while thinking of Trevor getting railed. Using soap, I fingered myself and lost track of time. My dick was bouncing and leaking. I could tell I was going to be very high soon so I stopped immediately. No more thinking, no more wishing. I needed to get fucked. I dried off and grabbed the my phone, rum, weed, and a bottle of water and headed to the bedroom, stopped, and turned the other direction. In the basement there was another bedroom, with a separate entrance. This is where I got the blowjob. Both me and the other guy entered this way and something compelled me to head there. If I was going to hook up, this would be the easiest way to do it. I jumped on the bed, pointing my still damp and naked ass towards the door, and opened Grindr. Right away there were messages. Already it was getting hard to function. I was spinning a bit. The molly was kicking in and I felt incredible. I was horny, my dick was rubbing against the sheets I was on. I wasn’t wearing anything and started to feel a bit insecure, but I felt to fuzzy to get up and move. He replied. Whoa. I was staring at the cock in the picture, thinking about the man behind Trevor, who was pounding his ass. Was this what his cock was like? Thick, hard, big mushroom head. Did it feel good? I needed to know. I couldnt bring myself to get fucked bareback. Not yet. I was wanting it so badly, but I just, the thought of a stranger, with the risks involved. I just couldn’t. He didnt reply back. I sat there refreshing the app, looking at other apps, then I got a notification. I had the volume on and the sound almost knocked me over. I opened the app. His message was there. It was then that I knew I needed to get fucked. I typed in the address. I dont know why I said stuff. Was that deliberate? The message took all I had. I was now fully high. I couldn’t write much more. He responded quickly. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. I also felt nervous and I was shaking. I took a big swig of rum, then went for the water bottle but in my highness, I knocked it onto the floor. Fuck. I rolled over and half slipped off the bed to try and find the bottle that had rolled under the bed. As I peaked under the bed, my head upside down and swirling, I nearly fainted. But I saw the bottle and could reach it. It had rolled up against some clothing, something that the guy who blew me must of left behind. I grabbed the water and the clothing. As I rolled back up on to the bed, the bottle and clothing dropped onto my face. The bottle hurt, bouncing and rolling off into the pillow. But the clothes lingered on my face. They smelled raunchy but incredible. I laid there sniffing them not sure what they were. I opened my eyes and lifted them up. They were a jock, and they were covered in white dried cum. I almost passed out. I looked at the clock at the bedside table and it read 10:26. Almost ten minutes. I had been sniffing the jockstrap for almost ten minutes. I was rock hard and leaking, I needed release, but the jock was too good to ignore. I kept thinking about Trevor, seeing him in a blindfold ass up and taking it, and I was about to do the same. This jock was covered in someone else's cum, left behind, with the same of the encounter. Now I held it, the jock and the shame. I pulled down the jock strap and put it on. I rolled over, covered some of my upper body with the sheets, buried my head in the pillows, and waited. I heard the door open. … more to come.

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

I prefer a hairy partner (and there is no such thing as too hairy). But I'm also fine with naturally smooth guys. If a manscaped guy manscapes because he hates his body hair, that's one thing and I would being understanding and accepting even if I didn't like it. But if he manscapes because he thinks that's what other people want, I would do my best to convince him that I really like it and let him make his own decision.

There's no reason you should ever need to become poz - that's what PrEP is for. Ever since its creation, it's broken the "almost inevitable" causal link between "bareback" and "poz". On PrEP you don't have to fight the desire to bareback, so no mentally exhausting gyrations.

There is nothing better than a smoking, leather clad, pierced, toxic top with a bio tat ready to breed me 😈

I’ve been taken out in the open with an audience many times, including my personal-best gangbang, which took place bent over a picnic table in the woods. There’s no better place for it than a gay campground, of which there are several scattered around the U.S. The one I know well is Camp Buckwood south of Indianapolis. I’ll never forget one particular long, rough breeding I took with an audience of about a dozen men just after sunset - there had been a party where they handed out those fluorescent ring necklaces, and all the guys wearing them took them off and gathered them together to set in a pile on the table near my head so they could watch my facial expressions while I took cock.

Absolutely luv getting rimmed. Do it for hours and best to get me ready in the mood for a nice plow session.

It was a Saturday night and I was all horned up. I had recently joined Scruff, and the got a notification from a guy only a few hundred feet away. That’s not too unusual since I live close to the Dallas gayborhood. We chatted and decided to check it out. Since he was so close I walked. We were both pleasantly surprised and proceeded to put on some porn and “get busy” I hadn’t bottomed in quite a while…he had a pretty cock & not too big, so without a whole lot of effort he fucked me…for a really long time. And it was Good! About 8 am I had to get home to my dogs No sooner had I walked in the door and he called to invite me back! I took care of my dogs and headed back! He fucked me for the rest of the day & it was amazing. He had a gay tournament that he had to attend so we parted ways. He thanked me, and oh yeah - here’s the kicker. His BF was out of town and he couldn’t see me again. Oh well

Whether you're a top, bottom, vers, masc or fem, I want you as hairy as possible!!

Part 4 learning to be a good slut Brad started to wake up, he hoped everything was a dream and that he would wake up next to Angel in his bed. But this was no dream this was reality, he felt the wristbands around his wrists and he heard the metal chains as he moved his arms. He carefully opened his eyes, and a subdued light shone into the room. He only now really realized that everything was not a dream and what had happened had actually happened. He did have more room to move his arms, the chains had become longer. So he could reach with one hand to the other and so he could feel and try to loosen his bracelets or the chain. Both were secured with a lock he would never be able to get them off. He pulled away the blanket that was on him and looked at his naked body. He could see some of the stretch marks from the whipping he had received, he felt his back and there he felt the sensitive spots from where he had received the blows. He looked further down and saw that all his hair around his cock was gone. His limp cock and balls were shaved bald. This was not yesterday he thought what did that bastard do while I was asleep. He felt his ass and it too was shaved bald. His hand went further to his sphincter and it felt tight, smooth, supple as if a cream was smeared on it. He was hungry and thirsty, he wanted to call out but then he saw a tray next to the bed with a bowl of yogurt, granola, a piece of fruit and a bottle of opened fruit juice. He took the tray and placed it on his lap. What would he do, would he eat it or not. There were probably chems in the food and drink, he looked at it and hesitated. His stomach growled at the sight of all that food and he took a spoon. He added the granola to the yogurt and began to eat. The yogurt tasted a little sour but he didn't mind. In between he drank from the bottle of fruit juice which also had a somewhat special sour chemical taste but he drank it anyway. The bowl of muesli was also empty in no time and then he took the piece of fruit and ate it. He wanted to go to the toilet because he had to pee, but the chains were definitely not long enough to get to the toilet. He really had to pee urgently and he didn't want to pee in the bed, he would have to lie in his own piss and who knows for how long. He took the empty bottle of fruit juice and turned and stuck his dick in it and started to empty his bladder. It relieved him to be able to empty his bladder. The bottle colored dark orange and was just big enough for his morning piss and he placed it back on the tray and looked around the room. He had absolutely no sense of time because the room had no windows, there was no clock hanging and he didn't have a watch on himself either. He also did not know where he was, the room must certainly be soundproof because he heard nothing, no sound of a car or voices or ... . He pulled on the chain a few more times to see if he could get it off and suddenly he felt a strange feeling. He began to feel happy and an uncontrolled smile appeared on his face. He started twirling his tongue in his mouth and bit his lip a little. He wanted to be touched and began to stroke himself. Damn he thought there must have been something in the food but it was too late the chems had started to do their work. In the muesli was a ground tablet of xtc and in the fruit juice was of course a dose of G. His hands went to his nipples and he began to play with them because they were very sensitive. As he played his nipples with one hand his other hand went to his cock which remained limp even though he was horny and pulled on it. His ass started to itch, he closed his eyes and without realizing it he opened his legs and put his ass up to get there with his hand to reach it well he circled around his sphincter with his finger and began to moan lightly. He hesitated for a moment whether to stick his finger in his own ass but he liked it too much and stuck a finger in his pussy. Oh yeah that feels so good came out of his mouth and he pushed his finger as deep as he could, inserted another finger and started fingering himself. With his other hand he pulled on his balls and his cock which was still limp. He went on like that for a while until suddenly the door opened and the light got brighter. Well well well is our slut playing with herself, has he discovered that he is real bottom bitch. Brad's eyes opened and despite the G and X coursing through his body he was startled by Jack's voice and embarrassed by what he was doing. He pulled his fingers out of his ass, his eyes rotated in his eye sockets and said while moaning through the chems untie me and please let me go I don't want this. I'm not a bottom bitch. With what I see here I think you can't keep suppressing your true self said Jack. You are playing with yourself hey slut, no one is forcing you into this and you are enjoying it. Brad couldn't contain himself through the chems and was writhing on the bed with horniness. He needed to be touched and his hands were racing down his body. He looked across his chest and saw brown streaks. He couldn't immediately place it from where those brown streaks came but then he looked at his fingers and saw that shit was hanging from them. Now he was even more embarrassed. Jack shot out in laughter. Oh slut you are soiling yourself. It's time I taught you how to keep yourself clean. Jack who was remarkably sweet to Brad untied 1 arm and latched it onto Brad's back and did the same with the other hand. Brad who enjoyed every touch let out a moan. He was helped upright by Jack and was now standing next to the bed. He was shaky on his feet and sought support from the firm Jack. He couldn't keep his head steady and twisted with it, his mouth was open and he bit his lower lip. His tongue came out of his mouth slightly and drool began to form and run out. Look at you said Jack such a beautiful horny slut. Ready to be used but first we are going to get you ready. He took Brad's head firmly and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth. Brad who was completely off the hook enjoyed the attention and started kissing Jack and also stuck his tongue in his mouth. There our former straight quarterback was kissing a potty-mouthed man. For the first time you could see some life in Brad's limp cock. Although Brad was not in control of his actions he realized somewhere deep inside that he was kissing a man and stopped kissing when he felt his flaccid cock spring up. This can't be happening he thought, surely I can't be aroused by this. Jack also broke off the kiss and escorted Brad to the bathroom and told him to empty his bowels. Brad who understood what he had to do but he struggled to do so while another man stood there watching. For a moment dear Jack changed back into the master of the night before and pulled Brad's hair. When I tell you to poop you do so understood. Brad was shocked and said yes sir and started emptying his bowels. Good girl said Jack and stroked back over the head of his toy. Then Brad had to stand up and Jack took hold of a hose and told Brad to flush so his pussy would be ready to be used. Brad who didn't know what flushing was stood looking at the hose and just nodded. This time I will do it for you said Jack next time make sure you are clean when I enter the room. Bend over he said and Brad bent over and Jack let the water flow through the hose and pushed the end of the hose into Brad's ass. Brad didn't know what was happening and tried to stand up and step forward to get the hose out of his ass. But Jack intervened and pushed him backwards and said you have to clean yourself slut. He pulled the hose out of his ass and told Brad back had to sit down on the toilet and let it all spill out. Brad was able to sit up just in time and all the water squirted out of his pussy. Brad could have crawled away from embarrassment but Jack said this was normal and helped him up and told him to do it again. Brad bent over again and they repeated this a few more times until the water that was out of Brad's ass was completely clean. Jack took a cloth and cleaned Brad up a bit. You are nothing with a dirty slut he said. Brad who was calming down again got a new surge of horniness over him and opened his mouth and sought Jack's mouth. Even though Brad was shocked by what he was doing he still kissed Jack with devotion. Jack answered the kiss and put his tongue back in Brad's mouth and when he broke off the kiss he took hold of Brad's head and said with you I will have a lot of fun. He knew he had loosened something in Brad, he knew something had already changed in the former stud. Jack had experience transforming straight studs and he knew he had to gain Brad's trust but still make him feel who was boss and further demolish Brad's wall. He pushed Brad to his knees and told him to lick his master's cock. Brad hesitated for a moment but carefully opened his mouth anyway. For Jack it wasn't going fast enough and pulled on his slut's hair and said this could be faster. Brad took Jack's glans in his mouth and began to lick it and now suck slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth even more and Jack's now half hard cock slid deeper into his mouth. It amazed Brad that he didn't have to gag and have a hard time sucking cock, his entire mouth was filled with his master's stiffening cock. So little by little his thought pattern began to change. He was not yet sucking with abandon or because he liked nothing better but he was already sucking by himself and without being forced. Jack watched and was pleased with the progress he had already made. Yes slut suck your master's cock nicely. Indulge and worship my monster cock, if you do your best I will spoil your pussy later because you want nothing more slut. Jack took hold of Brad's head again and began to thrust into his slut's mouth, pushing his stiff cock so deep that he began to deepthroat Brad still couldn't handle this and began to gag. We will have to work on your gag reflex he said and he pulled his huge black cock out of Brad's mouth and throat. The drool was already running down the cheeks of Brad who was looking a bit dazed at what Jack was saying. He was trying to get his thoughts in order because of what he had just done but he didn't get time for this. Jack pulled him up and put him in the middle of the room and unhooked one of his arms and attached it to the chain that was still hanging from the ceiling the night before. He did the same with the other arm. Brad stood in the middle of the room and felt he had a better connection with Jack and asked what day they were and what time it was. Time is of no importance to you at this time Jack said. Brad had absolutely no idea of how long this had been going on, Jack had stepped in with them on Wednesday night for a threesome with his girlfriend and 2 days had gone by since then. Of which he had spent the last 24 hours sleeping. Jack stepped over to the wall where the chains were hanging and took a piece of rope, he took 1 of Brads legs and pulled his foot up and pulled his foot up to against the back of his buttock and began to use the piece of rope to tie the foot to the leg. Brad stood on 1 leg. The first wave of chems was starting to work out and Jack had stepped across the room and taken some items. He came back with what looked like some kind of taser. Brad got a ball put in his mouth and Jack Fastened the straps to the back of his head. The chains were tightened a bit so Brad could not stand on the flat of his foot, he was now almost standing on his toes. Brad looked around startled and suddenly saw himself in the mirror. This was the first time he had ever looked at the mirror and the humiliating image he saw of himself caused tears to well up. Now he really couldn't help himself, realizing whatever Jack was planning he would have to endure. Jack came and stood in front of him and without saying a word gave the first electric shock to his nipples. Brad squealed out. No no no stop this. Not that Jack could really understand what he was shouting the ball in his mouth made him unintelligible. Brad got another electric shock, he gave another scream and because he was only on one leg he had all the trouble to stay upright. He pulled heavily on the chains and continued to moan. The tears were now streaming down his face. Jack who still hadn't said a word pulled the foreskin away from Brad's flaccid cock and gave it a short burst of electricity. Brad groaned in pain. He felt his energy drain away with each power surge he received. Jack removed the ball and Brad was able to speak freely again and begged for it to stop. Please stop this, I can't take this. Please let me go I will be a good boy and not tell anyone. Jack did not listen and said in a loud voice who are you. I am Brad said Brad. Wrong said Jack and gave back a power slap on his balls. Again Jack asked Who are you? Brad called back without thinking Brad I am Brad. Wrong cried Jack you're not Brad anymore and he gave back a power surge. Brad screamed out. Again who are you. Brad tried to think fast and said after 5 seconds I am. Too late Jack shouted and gave back a power surge. Brad had all the trouble in the world to stay upright, the chains his arms were attached to kept him standing. Faster, who are you? Brad said as fast as he could I am a slut. Almost right Jack said and he gave another surge of electricity to Brad's glans. Last time and then I'll pat you in the stomach. Who are you. I'm your slut shouted Brad as fast as he could. Finally Jack called out. And ? he gave another power surge. I am your slut and I will do anything for you cried Brad but Please stop this I will do anything promised. Jack came back with the steam blast weapon against Brad's body but this time he didn't let off a shock with his other hand he took hold of the jaw and looked deep into Brad's eyes. I hope you understand what you just said, I will hold you to your promise. If you don't do what I say I can do much worse things to you and he moved his had onto Brad's scrotum and squeezed his balls. The pain was almost unbearable . Got it slut? Brad tried to swallow the pain and couldn't speak and nodded his head. Good boy and he kissed Brad full on the mouth and licked away some tears along his cheek. I love to see boy break down and lick up their tears remember this well slut. Tears will never help you with me because I kick at it. Jack put the power surge weapon away and untied Brad's foot so he could get back on both feet. He loosened the chains until Brad could bring his arms back next to his body and stepped back to the wall with the butt plugs. He also took the lube from the cabinet, Brads filled bottle of piss and a pill from the drawer. Mouth open slut Brad who was still scared opened his mouth immediately and Jack put the pill in his mouth and then pushed the bottle of piss into Brad's mouth. Drink slut he said and dare you to vomit. Jack poured a big gush of chem piss into Brad's mouth and he had all the trouble he needed to swallow the pill with the piss. He had it in but his stomach protested and he had to fight a gag reflex 3 more times to keep it all in. Jack ordered him to bend over and Brad did as he was told because he had no strength left to counter. Jack lubricated the plug with Tina lube and in 1 go pushed the plug into Brad's pussy. He moaned in pain. Then he untied Brad's arms and put them back on his back and Brad had to lie back on the bed. Brad again felt the burning sensation in ass and knew what was about to happen. Again he was secured to the bed with the chains. The Tv was set up and the sound turned up loud. The screen again showed a boy similar to Brad being fucked in a group session. The room filled with the sound of moans. Next to the bed was a speaker from which that soft voice from yesterday was speaking back to him that he was a slut, that he was addicted to sucking a cock and that he liked nothing better than to have a cock in his pussy. Jack told Brad to calm down for a moment and turned off the light and left the room. The burning sensation was gone and he was getting hot, this time not just from the booty bump he had gotten but from his own Chem piss he had drunk. His cunt was sucking the plug back in and his prostate was being massaged again. His thoughts started to run wild again and he could barely think straight. He looked at the boy on the screen and the blissful feeling he had made his hands go towards his own cock to play with himself. To his own surprise, his cock had not shriveled as it had been all along but stood proudly straight here. His mind began to work. Would he still be aroused by this, why was he getting an erection, there was no woman around just the images of men fucking a boy. His ass demanded attention and his one hand pulled on his cock and his other hand played with the plug. He began to moan from the pleasure the plug in his pussy was giving him. He wanted more he wanted his ass played with that it was filled. It didn't matter with what. Through the moans, the images on the screen and the soft voice in the background he began to fantasize, to fantasize about men fucking his ass, about penises he sucked . He began to moan and pull more firmly on his cock, he pulled the plug out of his ass and rammed it back in, the slight pain he got from pushing the plug back in gave him a lucid moment. Was this really happening. Was he really fantasizing about men fucking his ass. Surely this couldn't be happening. But the lucid moment was short lived and the chems took over again. What Brad didn't know was that the pill he had been given was a tablet of viagra and his pole would never have gotten stiff otherwise. The voice in the background caused his subconscious to be constantly triggered, the movie caused him to be forced to think about men, and the chems caused him to become a willing victim and easily accept anything that was presented to him. Although he pulled firmly on his stiff cock yet he could not cum and then after at least an hour Jack came back in. Jack came to stand next to Brad who was playing with himself and telling his fantasies out loud. The chems made sure he didn't realize he was telling everything out loud. I like hearing that Jack said , Brad who only now realized that Jack was standing next to him was startled and the realization came that Jack had heard what was happening to his head. Is the slut playing with herself. Who said you have the right to pull your cock. Do you get so horny from seeing what is happening on the screen slut do you want a cock in your ass too. Do you want to be used by all those men. I can arrange that he for you. Brad looked at Jack embarrassed and doubting this wasn't him, he wasn't into men and , and , and , and yes he did fantasize about a cock in his ass, and about being used like in the movie on the screen but he didn't admit that to Jack. Not yet.

War is hell. Sometimes morality and mortality are trumped by the reality of the, must be extremely out of the normal "events" of warfare. As a former armour office in the US Army, i was aware of the term "fragging." This is the deliberate killing of a fellow soldier, but usually an officer as they were exhibiting irrational behaviour and giving unlawful commands or orders which would risk lives the others under his command. My ears always would prick up, ha, when i heard the term; but as an officer it's a higher level of concern if my orders lead to a casualty. I did have a driver who attempted to hurt/kill my entire tank crew of which he was a member! That was a mental disorder caused attempt. I was a 2nd lieutenant then and made it to captain. {I wouldn't be scheduling myself for a LRP (long range patrol) in the first place. }

I prefer a willing hole that knows how and enjoys being fucked naturally. So "spit and shove", "cum loaded" and "overflowing with spunk" all work for me. I have no desire to fuck a completely dry hole or someone who has packed a large quantity of artificial lube up his hole.

Part 2 When I accidentally discovered bareback fuck, I also found BBRT. I was mostly using Grindr and Scruff then, and this site opened a whole new world to me. With PrEp not a thing at the time, most guys on apps were still very reluctant to drop the condom. I was very shy and scared of people’s judgement so it was difficult to be forward with them about wanting raw dicks and loads, especially in a small community. BBRT definitely allowed me to find guys who would not beat around the bush and know they only want to breed me. It was definitely a great education for me. I would get messages from guys all around the world who would make me discover new things, new kinks, new perversions. I went from vanilla to fully realized pig in a matter of months, trying (and loving) sneakers and socks play, sniffing sweaty hairy pits, piss, leather, groups, etc. The socks, sneakers and pits stuck and I still get so turned on with guys wearing wet sweaty crew socks in hot sneaks. Everything was still pretty innocent (somehow) until I get a message on BBRT from this guy on a Saturday night in 2015.

---- **Story Catch-up** At this point in our story… Loads in Nico: 7 Studs who've used Nico: Omar (boyfriend) x2, Omar's stepbrother Luciano ("Lucho"), and 4 anonymous rapists ---- CH6 - "Dad Fills Me with His Big Secret" Omar brought the car to a stop in front of Nico's dad's house and switched the engine off. Nico, who was naked, collared, and leashed in the passenger seat, felt cum leaking from his freshly raped pussy onto Omar's leather seat. Omar inhaled the strong odor of cum that had mixed so seductively with the new-car smell of his otherwise spotless interior. The thought that he was inhaling the scent of young boyfriends' rapists' semen sent a thrill through Omar's body. He leaned over and kissed Nico, trying to imagine what all the raw rapists' cocks had looked like as they sprayed their toxic loads into his boyfriend's tender insides. Nico savored Omar's lips as he gave himself fully to the kiss. Omar reached down and slid his whole hand between Nico's cum-sloppy ass cheeks and pressed firmly against Nico's wet opening as the two kissed more deeply. "How many loads in you?," Omar asked between kisses. "Seven," Nico replied. "Hot, babe. You took four loads from your rapists?" Omar sounded … not shocked, not disturbed, not even upset -- just mildly surprised. Nico offered no response, as he focused on the feeling in his hole of having been fucked out and stuffed full of so much cum. For the time being, Nico avoided the thought of having been pumped full of HIV by his toxic rapists. "Nico, I just want you to know that I think it's really hot what you let those men do to you tonight," Omar offered gently. "Letting a bunch of random men dump their gifts in your cunt is going to make Daddy Lucho very happy." Nico perked up at hearing mention of Omar's brother's name. "You think so?," he inquired. "Come on, you greedy little slut," Omar responded, sounding upbeat. "Your dad's been waiting." * * * As the front door opened, Nico's naked body came into his father's view. "Come on in, come on in you two lovebirds!," Nico's dad welcomed them as though nothing were out of sorts -- certainly not as though he were greeting his unclothed whore of a son who was wearing nothing but a leather collar and leash while standing outside where any of the neighbors could readily see. "So good to see you, Omar!" Nico's dad gave Omar a warm embrace. "I hope we didn't make you wait too long, Don," Omar offered. "You mean all these eighteen years?!?," Don blurted out with a laugh as he looked directly at Nico, scanning his son's naked body up and down with a hungry delight. "Speaking of which, how's my baby boy's hole feeling? I've been waiting to hear how your little event turned out. Why don't you both come in, and we can head upstairs, get comfortable, and you can catch me up on what a whore my son has been tonight." Nico relaxed a bit hearing how obviously proud his dad sounded calling his own son a "whore." Nico's gaze drifted down toward Don's crotch in search of signs of his father's engorged approval as Omar pulled on Nico's leash and led him upstairs to Don's bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Don began removing his clothes as Omar, apparently already knowing his cues, led Nico by the leash to the foot of the bed and indicated with a nod for Nico to climb up. Omar wrapped Nico's leash loosely around the bedpost and took a seat in one of the chairs along the wall. Don dropped his underwear to the floor and now fully naked, walked over to his son who was naked on the bed. Brushing Nico's hair back with his hand, Don watched Nico's eyes transfix on his engorged cock. "You like looking at the dick that created you, son?," Don asked. Nico finally looked up from his father's swollen cock, feeling a bit embarrassed -- and wondering if he was being too obvious about the lust building inside him for his dad's manhood. "I hope your pussy didn't get beat up too badly, Nicky," Don said as he ran his hand through his son's hair tenderly with one hand and slowly stroked his engorged member with the other. "They raped me, Dad." "I know, son." Don shushed Nico as he began stroking himself more vigorously. "It's what I raised you for." Nico's heart raced, and his cock stiffened. He noticed Omar stroking himself over in the corner. The ache in Nico's freshly used rectum reawakened as he reckoned with the inevitability of his father fucking him. Nico worried that the virus-saturated cum loads sloshing around inside his fuckchute could infect his father and ruin their relationship. His stress levels rose even as he yearned to take his father's raw dick. "Turn around, Nicky," Don said as he gripped his cock forcefully with one hand and spat on it. "It's Daddy's turn inside your hole." Nico turned over and got on all fours before lowering his muscular ass cheeks over the edge of the mattress. He couldn't believe that he was about to let his father slide his big raw cock into the cummy mess of diseased semen that Nico was holding inside his boy cunt. Don lined his impressive cock up to Nico's exposed hole, which was still bright pink from his gang rape. Don marveled at the strong odor of semen coming from his son's backside. "How many loads inside my cumslut of a son?" Don pressed his raw cock head against his son's loosened ass lips. "Seven, Dad," Nico replied nervously, thinking about the poz loads that he was about to recklessly expose his own father to. "That hardly sounds like enough cum for my hungry whore of a son." Nico smiled at hearing his father call him a whore again. Nico laid his head against the mattress and with his hands spread his ass cheeks to demonstrate his complete compliance. Don pushed his hips forward. His cock head easily parted Nico's cum-lubed fuckhole as he pressed fully into the warm chamber of viral semen inside his son. "Fuck, Nicky! Holy fuck, your pussy's completely flooded." The feeling of being so completely used and sore from multiple rapes combined with his father's raw dick now pressing into his rapists' collected ejaculate put Nico over the top. In that moment, he knew this was everything that he'd ever wanted: to be a cum receptacle for all men; to be a perverted little fuck toy for his own father; to be a hole for all cocks and all loads to use at will and on demand. Nico yearned to be the cumslut that his father had always wanted. "Please fuck me, Daddy," Nico implored like a faggot in heat. He reached underneath himself with one hand and placed his fingers against his father's raw cock shaft. Don started sliding his cock in and out of his son until a small puddle of cum began to form on his shaft. Nico's hole sounded wet and juicy as his father's cock continued forcing small globs of sperm out of Nico's insides and onto his long, hard dad cock. "Oh damn, we probably should have kept all this cum for the rape kit." Don snickered as he continued bareback fucking his son. "Oh well!" Omar chuckled in the corner as he continued watching his young boyfriend commit incest right in front of him. "You like using my rapists' cum as lube, Daddy?" "Fuck, son. When did you become such a perverted little slut?" Don began pounding his son's hole much harder, causing Nico to moan. "Bet you loved taking all those rapists' poz loads up your guts, didn't you, son?" Nico's heart skipped a beat. Dad knew. Don pounded his son's hole faster. "You're gonna be Daddy's little pussy boy from now on, son." "Yes, Daddy." "You ready for Daddy's strain, too?" Nico's stomach flipped as his father's cock pummeled his already tender, cum-filled insides. The thought of being loaded by his eighth load of the night and his third high viral load made Nico leak more precum. Don's balls contracted and his cock erupted inside his son as he unloaded heavily into his own child's rectum. "The same baby batter that made you is now infecting you with HIV," Don said as he smiled approvingly at his son's cumhole still wrapped around his long, raw cock. "Do you think Uncle Leo and Uncle Rocco would like my used pussy, too, Daddy?," Nico said, before his dad even had a chance to withdraw his cock from his son's insides. "That's an excellent question, Nicky. Let's ask Omar. As a matter of fact, he's already been texting them videos of you taking my raw cock tonight."

Dad’s Basement Part Three Dad’s shower was open with multiple heads, like something you would see in a locker room, which made it easy to spy on him. I stood outside the shower area as he turned on the water for each head. His cock bounced as he moved alone the wall completing his task. The steam began to rise almost instantly, heating the air. I watched Dad step under on of the head, water began to run down his muscled frame, matting the body hair as he became wetter and wetter. It was like a dream watching him run his hands over his body, massaging his muscles. His hands explored every inch of his body, slowly running along the length of his cock and cupping his balls. My cock began to harden again as I watched the live shower scene of my Dad. He slowly turned his back to me. His hands began to move down the front of his thighs, causing him to bend over the lower his hands went down his legs. I watched his furry ass as he bent over. Once his hands were near his ankles, his furry crack opened, exposing his hole to me. It was so fucking hot. His hands moved to his ass checks and spread them open more, giving me a better view of his hole. I felt like I was frozen to the floor, as I watched his hands massage his cheeks then slowly move towards his crack. His fingers ran up and down the furry trench, teasing his hole and me. Unknowingly, I was doing the same to my crack, my fingers were sliding up and down my own crack, teasing my self. It was pleasure I had never experienced before. Each time my fingers hit my hole, my cock jumped. “Step into my parlor, Son.” I stepped in and joined my Dad under the shower heads. The hot water felt good on my body. I closed my eyes and put my head under the falling water. “Relax” was the only word spoken. One of Dad’s hands was pushing my forward on my upper back while the other was rubbing my lower back. He was bent of slightly, opposite of me, his fingers were lightly toughing my skin above my ass, slowly moving down. I bit my lip when the found the entrance of my crack and slowly work down. The first pass they just went over my hole, each finger dipping slightly in as they went over my puckered hole. Dad’s fingers stopped as they pasted upwards. This time he pushed his fingers into my pucker, just getting the tips in slightly, over and over. Each time he did this I would moan ever so silently. Grabbing some soap, he lathered up his fingers, then returned to my hole. With each push inwards his fingers invaded deeper and deeper into my virgin hole. The little bit of pain, turned to pleasure with each push inwards. I braced myself with my hands against the wall. “Daddy loves your boy pussy, Son” he said as he quickly moved behind me, pressing his furry muscled body against my back. His hard cock was laying in my crack and in my mind’s eye I could see it covering the whole length. He was slowly moving it up and down my crack, breathing on my neck. "Hard to keep from pushing my cock into your hole, fucking you good and seeding your hole, Son,” he said, “Restraining myself is hard. If I am to convert you, I have to do it correctly.” “Yes Daddy,” was all I could say. He turned me around, pulling me close again. This time our cocks were pressed together. Being slightly shorter than him, our eyes were inches apart, as well as our lips. I licked mine as I stared into his eyes. “Get on your knees, Son,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until his cock was in my face, adding “Taste your Daddy.” I opened my mouth as wide as possible and engulfed Dad’s big veiny cock, taking it as deep as possible. His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing gently. Placing my hands on his thighs as I moved back and forth on his cock, doing my best to take it further and further down my throat. Apparently that what Dad had in mind as he grunted a deep voice "Deeper Son, DEEPER.” I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat as I went down on him, only to gag more and more. His hips began to thrust more and more towards my face, pushing more of his cock into my mouth and throat as he cooed “Relax Son, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I tried to relax but this was so new. His hands moved from the back of my head to the sides, holding me in place as he thrust his hips faster and harder towards my face. I felt his balls hit my chin as his cock inched deeper into my throat, until there was a pop. His cock slide into my throat and he pressed his crotch against my face, balls against my chin. “Good Boy," Dad again murmured, only to hold still for a moment, then only to pull out, and then resume face-fucking me. As he did so, spit shot out of my mouth, landing in his crotch hair and running down my chin. I focused my eyes upwards to see his chest heaving, his head thrown back while biting his lips as he teased me saying “Not much longer now Son.” I muffled a moaned as a response. I was in my own ecstasy. I had my Dad’s hard cock fucking my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum, a preview of the cum that was infected with his HIV. My hands were rubbing the wet furry thighs as my cock jumped a little as it stood between my thighs. “Hot fucking mouth Son. Can only imagine how good my cock would feel slipping in and out of your neg fuck hole,” he remarked. Again I replied with a muffled moan. “Want Daddy to shoot on your face or down your throat Son?” he asked. “faummmce” I replied. “Throat it is, Boy.” He pulled his cock out slightly as his piss slit opened. His poz cum shot out, landing on my tongue giving me a taste of my Dad’s toxic seed. After two shots, he pushed his cock all the way in and shot the rest of his load down my throat to my waiting stomach. I could feel the pulses of cum shooting against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, huge load,” Dad commented as the intensity and frequency of his cum shots decreased, finally stopping. Dad repeated withdrew himself, only to push back in, each time his cock softening on the down stroke. “Lick Daddy’s cock clean, Boy.” I did as he demanded, running my tongue all over his cock while it was inside my mouth. Once it popped out, I continued to lick it. My cock bounced as I licked his softening cock. He bent over, grabbing my chin in his hand, locking his eyes on mine and announced “Your first HIV load, Son.” Without touching myself I shot my load in the air. It was washed away with the hot water from the shower. "Soon you won’t be shooting neg loads, Boy.”

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

I’m a smooth 22 year old twink. I’d always been a safe sex boy but the weather was exceptionally hot – up to 40 – and I was super horny! There is an old guy who lives in my apartment block who I could see from the apps was in the poz tribe. He always hits me up and even though his pics show he has a massive cock – yeh he keeps sending me dic pics – I wasn’t going to meet him because I didn’t want raw and I don’t want poz. Today in the heat I was horny as anything and NEEDING cock in me. I got a boner watching raw porn and started imaging guys shooting their loads into me. I changed my profile to say – “cumslut – door open – taking all loads – dm for address”. Wow I couldn’t believe what I was typing. I lubed my hole up, unlocked the door, leaving it ajar and went to lie on my bed. My phone was already buzzing. I started replying to messages, giving out the photos people were asking for. Suddenly I heard my door squeak as it opened fully and someone walk along the hall. Who could that be? I hadn’t given out my address. Then the old poz dude walked into my bedroom in just his shorts. I already had a semi from messaging the guys but when I turned and saw who it was my cock sprang to full rock solid hardness. I couldn’t believe it – was I about to be pozzed, did I want it? Instinctively I got down on my knees and started sucking. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed some deep sniffs. The horniness took over and I started to such his cock balls deep greedily. Then he pushed me away gently and gave me the bottle again. I sniffed more. I kissed him and said “the heat has got me, ride me raw, I’m ready to risk that massive poz snake in me raw”. He said “good boy” and began to slide his massive cock into my pre-lubed hole. I told him I was ready to become the dumb twink I always longed to be. My hole felt completely full in a way I had never experienced before. I begged him to breed me and to make he his. He pounded harder saying “sure will boy, my toxins will go in you, making you mine, converting you totally”. After about 10 mins of hard fucking he growled and said “yes lad, pozzing you now, no escaping the poz cum is in you now”. I shot the biggest load ever at that and hugged him. Then he said “gotta go, done my job here” then put his shorts on and walked out.

There is nothing better than the moment you realize that stranger fucking you is beyond the point of no return and starts painting your gut walls with his cum.

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i posted on this early on, just re-read the entire thread, love the posts and energy. i love the idea behind piss fucking as much as the actual act. For me, the act and attitude can be deeply intimate while having a very sharp mind fuck, D/s edge. The psych factor of a Man using another man as a toilet to relieve Himself adds a layer of bonding to me that gets into the deeper aspects of "bondage." i've experienced a Man pissing in me on several occasions where there was no discussion about it prior, where He just assumed He could do it, that that was part of the dynamic. Don't misunderstand, i'm not one who gets into force or bullying, meanness shuts me down and is opposite of the connection i look for with a Man. This is different, sort of risky on His part because He doesn't know for sure, not having my consent, but apparently feels enough of a connection to take the risk. There's also the aspect of His need and driving lust that turns me on and elicits a sort of adoring sub response in me. i love experiencing that intuitive connection where He seems to realize i want His lust as much as He wants to express it in this way.

The video of this Poz top breeding my hole is on my Twitter page. Love taking poz loads up my untested hole 🐷

This is one of the hottest stories I've come across on this site! If we had an annual year end round up .. and handed out an award for hottest story of 2022..this one would win - no doubt about it.

Part 3 Slut training lesson one Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure. Brad looked at Jack doubtfully, what should he say to this. His pussy was screaming for him to join in, his body was craving attention but his mind didn't want to go along with it yet. Jack saw that Brad was stuck with his thoughts and fingered the hole of his new slut. Brad began to ride Jack's finger. I want to hear slut, will you work for this pleasure and stopped Brad from fingering. Don't stop said Brad softly don't stop. You know what I want to hear Jack said. I .... I ..... yes what you said Jack. With hesitation there came out anyway I will work for it sir from Brad. It wasn't that hard slut. I knew you would work for it. You want your pussy filled and when I am done with you you will scream you want to be filled, you will say it without hesitation. Brad was embarrassed by what he had just said. This was not him, he was not gay. But still he could not resist the cry of his pussy to be filled. Well then said Jack then we will put you to work. He took a leg spreader from the wall and untied one of Brad's legs and in the meantime attached the spreader between his two legs. Brad who felt his legs were free was too late to react. The chems that were still coursing through his body had dazed him. His arms were untied from the bed and Brad thought for a moment of wanting to escape but he was pressed hard against the bed by Jack. What were you thinking slut, I'm loose I'm quickly trying to escape. Brad had no strength to resist and Jack placed his large and firm hand around Brad's neck and squeezed it so he couldn't breathe. I'll tell you 1 time kindly after that you won't get off cheap. You are my property from now on and you go and stand where I say understood. Brad couldn't answer and felt himself getting lightheaded and nodded. Jack loosened his grip and Brad got back into oxygen. Understood slut. Brad who was afraid to be grabbed again and said immediately and without hesitation yes sir I understand. Brad had to sit down on the bed and Jack took the harness he had laid ready. Put it on Jack said, Brad took the harness and put it on and Jack closed the straps. Brad had to put his arms on his back and Jack clicked them to the ring attached to the back. He was helped off the bed and had to stand up. The cane between his legs didn't make that easy and the chems made him stand and twist on his legs. Jack took some chains from the wall and while he was fastening them, Brad was thinking about whether he could escape or not. He looked at his options but he couldn't think clearly enough yet and his legs were weak and with that stick between his legs it wouldn't work. He had no choice but to stand because if he tried anything Jack would intervene immediately and who knows what he would do. Jack had attached the chains to the ceiling and loosened one arm from Brad's back and clipped it to the chain. He did the same with the other arm and Brad was now standing upright with his arms spread across the room. Time for some training said Jack You've had enough to enjoy he said and he stepped over to the wall and took some props. He placed a nipple clamp on each nipple and Brad squealed out. Don't cry slut this is just the beginning. He tied off the balls with a piece of string and hung a weight on them. Brad curled his toes and tried to swallow the pain. Jack came up behind Brad and took a whip in his hand and lightly struck Brad's ass. Brad shocked from the blow and the shock caused the weight to swing back and forth pulling on his balls. With the swinging of the weight it pulled more and more on his balls causing his scrotum to be pulled out. Brad had conflicting feelings running through his body. He experienced both pain and pleasure. Jack gave another stroke this one was already a little harder and again he gave a cry. With the next stroke I don't want to hear another scream slut. Do you understand? Because if you give any more cries I will hit harder and harder. Brad didn't want him to hit harder and on the next stroke he tried to hold back and only let out a light murmur. You learn fast Jack said, that's the way I like it. The next stroke he gave was against Brad's cock and this time he couldn't hold back and let out another moan. You know what this means slut and Jack gave another stroke but this time it was harder. The weight on his balls swung back and forth violently pulling firmly on his balls but Brad forgave the pain and did not let out a cry. Good girl. Brad received a few more strokes of the whip and couldn't hold on any longer he wanted it to stop. Please stop this I can't take any more. Jack came to stand in front of Brad and pulled on the nipple clamps. I decide when we stop. Brad squealed out and curled his toes. Stop screaming Jack called out and pulled even harder on the nipples. Brad once again forfeited the pain he began to sob and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack took the whip back in his hand and was now striking the nipples. Brad had no strength left and little by little he was sinking through his legs more. Jack grinned, we will have to train you slut you need to get stronger because with such a weak slut we are nothing. Jack put the whip away and went to the table with the bottles and took the pipe and some crystals. We will give you back some strength he said. Brad was near the end of his strength and wanted it to stop. You may blow some clouds. You can choose he said either you do it yourself or I put the mask on it is up to you. Brad didn't know what to say. He didn't want any chems, in fact he would have preferred to leave but he also knew he had no choice. Maybe if I do it myself I can make sure I fake it. I'll do it without the mask sir see Brad. Good choice, Jack said. He took the pipe and showed Brad how it worked. When I say inhale you do so until I say stop. You can't breathe out until I say so, you understand slut. If you don't do this then you will get from the whip. Jack had the whip in his hand. Brad knew he wouldn't be able to fake it because he didn't want to get hit again. Then rather walk around high anything is better than that pain. Jack took the pipe and lit it the crystals began to melt and the smoke formed. He placed the pipe against Brad's mouth and said inhale slut and hold it. Brad did his best because he didn't want to get another hit from the stick. He held in the smoke and as soon as he could he blew out a big white cloud. He felt a warm feeling come over him and Jack said breathe in again and he did what was asked of him. The more he breathed in the white smoke the warmer he got and the hornier he got back and he felt the energy coming back. Jack repeated it a few more times and as soon as he saw Brad's eyes begin to spin around in his head and his pupils were in his head like flying saucers he stopped. Brad was completely gone. The other chems hadn't fully worn off yet and if anything he was getting a new batch in. Yesterday he had never taken drugs and for the last few hours he had not been sober. Before he would realize it himself, he would be addicted and couldn't live without it. Brad had fallen into a trance. He heard the moans from on the flat screen and he felt Jack's firm hands caressing his body. Brad groaned and Jack stopped stroking. He unloaded the weight on Brad's balls and also removed the nipple clamps. Releasing the weight was a relief for Brad but releasing the clamps made him moan in pain. His arms were also loosened and secured back on his back. The cane was taken from between his legs and finally Brad could reposition his legs the way he wanted. On your knees said Jack. Brad got down on his knees without a problem and thought he could rest for a while. His head was spinning, his pussy was itching and he was as horny as could be. He looked at the screen and saw a boy who was also on his knees and he was sucking the cocks that were offered to him. Brad liked what he saw and opened his mouth and his tongue came out and moaned lightly. He couldn't think straight anymore because if he could think straight it wouldn't have found this horny. Do you like what you see slut. Do you want to suck a pole too. Do you want to indulge your master and embrace your real slut side. Brad couldn't make any sense out of it and he wanted to say no but Jack couldn't hear that it was more of a moan and mumble than a no. Ok then said Jack and he stepped to the wall and took a mouth spreader, he placed it in Brad's mouth and attached it to his head. Brad's mouth was completely spread open and drool started pouring out of his mouth. Brad didn't really realize what was happening because his head was spinning. Before we go any further you need to drink some more slut said Jack and he took the rest of the Getorade pulled on Brad's hair pulling his head back and telling him to drink it all without spilling a drop. Jack poured the Getorade laced with G into Brad's mouth and he obediently swallowed it all. Brad had to stand back up and sit in the shower. I have to piss first said Jack. Jack took his pole in his hand and started pissing all over Brad's face. Brad felt humiliated and didn't want this and tried to stand up. But with the piss falling past him onto the floor of the shower he slipped and fell headfirst into the wall. You shouldn't try to avoid this slut. From now on, you're a pisser and soon your mouth will be a mouth to piss in. You'll like it and you'll learn to swallow it all neatly. Brad shook his head and tears began to form. Brad who was wet with piss had to crawl out of the shower on all fours until it was in front of the bed. Jack set himself on the bed and took hold of Brad's head. His mouth was still spread wide open and drool was running from his mouth. Jack spat into Brad's mouth and he looked at his eyes which were now spinning around even more in his head. The G is starting to work again he thought. Time to teach him to suck. He took hold of his limp pole and placed his thick fat glans on Brad's tongue. It's time slut, it's time you thanked your master for all the pleasure he has already given you. Brad could do nothing and tears were running down his cheeks. This was the moment he would have to suck and cock for the first time. He did not want this, but he knew he would have no choice he could not possibly close his mouth and could not leave . The last drops of piss dripped onto his tongue and this was how he tasted piss for the first time. It made him gag. Are you going to gag already said Jack and my pole is not even in your mouth yet. Jack pushed his already half hard cock into Brad's open mouth. Even before Jack could say now you can gag, Brad got a disgust reflex because Jack's penis was way too big for Brad's mouth who had no experience with sucking. Don't you dare throw up slut, you could lick it all up. Instead of being disgusted you should lick my pole clean with your tongue, later you can learn to suck, first you should learn to use your tongue. Even though was he horny from the G and the Tina yet Brad began to weep and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack had had enough and pulled his hair and told him to lick and Brad couldn't help but lick Jack's pole with his tongue. Carefully he began to lick. But Jack was not content with this and took hold of Brad's head and pushed his pole completely inside, Jack's cock was completely up to Brad's throat and again he started gagging. Jack slapped the head and told him to stop gagging, he needed to indulge his master's pole. Brad got a new surge of horniness over him the G gave off a new load of horniness and his pussy began to call back to be filled. Tears welled up in his eyes, wet with piss, drool running from his mouth and a thick pole in his mouth. How could anyone possibly enjoy this he thought but still he was horny and wanted his ass filled he couldn't stop the feeling , no matter how much he wanted to. Jack withdrew his almost hard pole and Brad gasped and began to babble something unintelligible. The G and Tina were firmly working making him tell his thoughts. But because of the mouth spreader, Jack didn't immediately understand what he was saying. What he understood from it was pussy and stuffed. Jack was able to make ends meet and took hold of Brad's neck and looked deep into his flying saucers. Do you want your pussy filled slut, do you want to enjoy. Brad who no longer had control over what he said or did nodded. A smile appeared on Jack's mouth. Good, you'll have to earn it then. Jack stood up and picked up a medium plug and smeared it with Tina lube and with the suction cup he placed it against the wall. Brad had to stand up and walk over to the wall. He saw the plug hanging on the wall and he got a fright. Jack looked at Brad and said this is what you wanted right? You asked for it. Brad who was so high and had no idea what he was doing or saying just nodded. You can spoil your own ass later. You can show me how much you want that plug in your pussy. But first I will take off your mouthpiece. Jack took the spreader out of Brad's mouth also loosened his arms and placed him in front of the wall and made him bend over and lower himself until the top of the plug pressed against his pussy. Brad felt the tip pushing at his pussy and a warm feeling came over him. His mind told him to insert that plug fully that way he would be complete. He tried to sit on the plug to get it into his pussy that way but Jack stopped him. So hasty, do you have such a need for your pussy to be filled slut. Don't forget anything first. You should be grateful to your master for giving you this. How will you thank me for this. Brad couldn't say anything at this point would prefer to push that plug in so his pussy would be filled and he would have a perfect feeling. You can give me a blowjob first and if I like it you can sit down and give yourself some pleasure. Brad who couldn't think anymore was in doubt anyway. He wanted that plug in his pussy but he didn't want to suck that fat cock. The call of his cunt won over his doubt and he opened his mouth. Good for you said Jack and now take that fat pole in that slutty mouth of yours. Jack stood with his fat black cock right in front of Brad's open mouth and Jack said start licking it with your tongue and work it right in, slut. Brad stuck his tongue out and carefully licked at the thick head of Jack's cock and took the tip into his mouth. The realization that he had a cock in his mouth voluntarily brought tears to his eyes again. But still he continued he needed a filled pussy. His mouth slid further over Jack's firm pole and he pushed back as Brad slid the butt plug deeper into his hole. Feeling his pussy filled and pulled open made him hornier and he took Jack's pole even more into his mouth as deep as he could. After he had Jack's cock almost completely in his mouth he began to suck on it lightly. Jack pushed Brad further back and the plug was at its thickest point and slid all the way into Brad's pussy. Now he felt complete and the idea of having a cock in his mouth no longer bothered him. He began to suck and lick as best he could. Because he was going at it so violently, the suction cup detached from the plug. Jack was satisfied and groaning slightly sat down on the chair he had prepared. Brad sucked like a man possessed. Yes sletje suck but good on. Soon I will reward you with your first nice load of seed. Brad didn't hear this he was now in a complete trance he felt the plug pushing against his prostate and the pre-cum was running from his limp Tina cock. With his one hand Jack took hold of Brad's head and began to set the rhythm Brad followed Jack's rhythm along and with his other hand he pushed and pulled lightly on the end of the plug giving Brad an extra boost of horniness. He stopped sucking for a moment and sang out a loud moan. Yes, one more please. Brad was shocked by what he said to himself but by the blissful feeling of the plug in his ass he didn't care about the rest and sucked firmly on Jack's cock. Jack let him suck firmly further and regularly pulled the plug until the moment he was about to squirt. Then he took a firm hold of Brad's head and with a few violent thrusts he came to his climax and squirted solid gobs of seed into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the cock of pulsate and a stream of salty sweet seed come into his mouth, by what happened he got a surge of clarity. He didn't know what to do there had just been a man cumming in his mouth. He couldn't do anything because Jack had his head so tight and and cock filled his mouth so nothing could get out of his mouth. Jack, who was still enjoying the aftershocks, said to Brad, we will still be able to make something of you. Your sucking technique needs some work but for a first time this was not bad. I will now take my pole out of sluts mouth but do not dare to spit out my seed. This is my gift to you and you must keep it in you. You will have to swallow everything neatly. Brad knew that if he didn't do this he would get knocked or spanked and as soon as Jack pulled back his limp cock he tried to swallow the seed but it didn't go right away. His stomach turned and he wanted to spit it out. Jack pressed his hand to Brad's mouth and said swallow slut. You can do it and on the second try Brad swallowed the seed. Well that wasn't bad for the first day said Jack. Now you can regain strength he said. Lay down on the bed. The plug was removed from his cunt and Brad's arms were fastened again. Brad let everything happen. He was still high and overwhelmed by what had just happened. Jack took a sleeping pill from the drawer of the closet and stuck it in Brad's mouth. Brad swallowed it with some water he got. Sleep now but tomorrow we will continue working on your slut training. Brad got sleepy, his eyes fell closed and his mind where at full speed processing what had just happened. Before he fell asleep he realized that he was not going to get out of here and that this was just the beginning. What would he have to go through next.

I think this topic would benefit from a lot of clarification and perhaps division into two (or more threads). There is the "Church of Sarah Palin", which is the entity that likes to tangle with Christian fundamentalists over religious access to public spaces (it's far more than that, but that's perhaps where most people have encountered it). They do not actually believe Sarah Palin exists nor do they worship him as a deity; it's more of a secularist organization that supports rational thinking over dogmatic religious indoctrination. When a group lists "Stupidity" as its cardinal sin, and promotes statements like "Sarah Palin represents indulgence instead of abstinence" and "Sarah Palin represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams" (both from the church's Satanic Statements), it's clear that this is not devil-worship, but a clever reimagining of "religion" itself. There are also "Satanists", who do believe Sarah Palin exists (or pretend to believe, at least), and not only worship him (or pretend to worship, at least) but exalt "dark" works. Hence the association of Sarah Palin with pozzing, in some quarters. When you hear about some freakish cult that has been gathering to ritually slaughter animals over a pentagram in candlelit ceremonies with dark robes and it turns out that the youth in the congregation are both the children and grandchildren of the leader of the cult, this is the kind of Satanist being discussed. When responding that one is, in fact, a Satanist, it would probably be wise to clarify which type (or another type, if relevant) one is.

I have fucked a few holes and it was great but there is nothing better than giving my hole to a top or better a few tops for them to use and the feeling of when the cock enters the hole! I got hard typing this in...lol

One of my first fuckbuds in Daytona. Soft he was like 4 inches, but grew to an AMAZING 8.5!

Given those choices, I'd pretty much have to rank them in reverse order! In my ideal world, every bottom I fuck would already have many other loads in him! But if he only had one guy's load(s) in him, that would be fine too. Otherwise, I prefer an experienced hole that I can rim good, spit on my dick and work it in. If the guy is pre-lubed, I probably won't rim him (hate the taste of most lubes), but will still fuck him. A dry cunt is last on my list all day every day. It's not that I won't fuck it if it's presented. It's just not my favorite type of hole to fuck.

This is very hot..,, I agree that a nice sweaty armpit is better than poppers nice hairy armpits are a huge turn on for me - am always bummed when a guy shaves his pits

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

Part 3 He lived on the West Coast, literally on the other side of the continent from me. Definitely my type from his description, athletic white guy without being overly buff, about 5’10 and a nice thick dick though not excessively long. Just perfect. I - 5’8, athletic, tight ass - was apparently his type too. Our kinks were very in tune, him a dominant verbal top, me as a sub bottom pig. Too bad a literal continent was separating us. We kept chatting however, exchanging numbers and keeping in touch. His profile mentioned he was undetectable. I didn’t pay too much attention to it at the time, until a few months later, he started to ask me questions over text messages about me taking any load from any one. Again, I was not actively chasing, just getting off on taking risk. He kept pushing his questions until he told me “if we met, how would you feel if I dropped my meds?” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I most likely had taken poz loads before of course, but had never really thought about proactively going after it. It threw me off a bit and said I didn’t know. I felt a bit of excitement though just thinking about it. He just told me to “forget about it… for now”, and we just called it a night.

Yeah its wrong on a lot of levels.But personally having made the decission to chase I am okay with getting pozzed by a guy who isn't honest about his status or just forgets to tell me.am okay with being a poz man;s latest breeding project too.

Yes. For me, a Mans piss is as awesome as His cum. Different, but fucking awesome. In some ways, more amazing because when i hold onto it and absorb it, i can tell He has impregnated me because when i pee i can smell His piss in my urine and i know i have absorbed Him into myself. To me a Man pissing is another form of Him cumming. When i lived in VA, i used to frequent this restroom at a mall and i'd get bred under the stall wall. Often would pass notes back and forth first to see what we were looking for. One time a guy slid His thighs and cock under the wall and i mounted Him and He fucked me. After He was done, He handed me a note thanking me saying: "thanks, i've had to go all morning." (He'd used me as His urinal and filled me with piss). i loved Him for it, and He knew it. i love the Top/bottom dynamic where both get what they need just by being who they are.

Thanks Guys. I really appreciate your support! I'll try to think up some new adventures for Timmy...

Dawn was breaking by the time they finished with me. My face and bottom were covered in spunk, and my belly felt like it had been pumped full of it a well. I manged to retrieve my clothes and crawled out onto the beach. I dressed, but realised I still couldn’t go home like this. I remembered an old, brick toilet set back from the beach in some bushes and thought there might be a basin I could wash the worst of the filth off. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, so I crept up to the building and went inside. It smelt of piss and damp. There were some urinals and cubicles and a cracked wash basin which had running water. I took off my trousers and peeled my underpants off my sticky buttocks and ran some water in the bowl. It was difficult, but I managed to raise one leg on to the edge so I could apply water to my arsehole which was puffy and sore. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps and a short, fat man came through the door. He was wearing stained overalls, rubber boots and was carrying a mop and bucket. I froze with shock, and he grinned as he saw my bare arse and the puffy slit between the cheeks. “’ello.” He said. “what’s all this? Got yourself fucked did you?” I lowered my leg and stood there miserably as he laughed at my discomfort. “That’s why I like the early shift,” He said. “There’s often some dirty bastard washing his bum hole in the morning.” He put the bucket down and unzipped the front of his overalls. He had a fat, hairy belly and around the belly button was a large biohazard tattoo. When he pulled the zipper lower, a thick cock with a large mushroom cock fell into his fist and swelled into erection. “You alright in there, Mick?” Shouted a voice from outside. “Oh yeah,” He called back, turning me round and bending me over the washbasin. He dug out a battered tin of Vaseline and smeared it over my gaping hole. “This won’t take long, mate!” I felt his cock pushing into me. It forced my hole further open around the mushroom head, then slid into my gut with a delicious sliding feeling. “I’ll just clean the ladies, then, shall I?” Called the voice from outside. Mick was thrusting in and out, gasping with pleasure as he sodomised me over the basin. “Y..you…ooof…yeah you do that!” He gasped, lifting his belly onto my backside and going deeper up me. I was crushed over the cold porcelain as he worked himself to a climax. “Here it comes you dirty sod!” He grunted and I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he added his spunk to the cum already swimming inside me. “That’s better.” He sighed, pulling his cock out, wiping it with a dirty cloth and zipping up his overalls before wiping my bottom with the same rag. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He turned away and started mopping the floor. “Bye then.” I said. He ignored me, so I pulled on my underwear and trousers and went outside. Another man was emerging from the ladies with a bucket, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me, then jerked his hips suggestively. I blushed and walked off with his laughter in my ears. By now it was nearly 9 o’clock and I knew Bill would be at the sauna, so I headed of there to get a shower. I let myself in and found him behind the desk drinking coffee. “Where you been?” He said, “Your mum’s been round looking for you.” I explained about what had happened and he gave a whistle of appreciation. “You ended up under the promenade, then? Bloody hell, they’re real tramps under there. Did you get fucked by an old guy with a warty cock and sores?” I nodded my head. “Then your arse will be swimming with bugs by now! His names John and he’s well known for having the clap and god knows what else!” As he spoke, I noticed his cock thicken and stiffen in his shorts and a dark pre-cum stain appear at the tip. “Mind you, there’s some find that gets them horny. Strip off and show me your arse.” I did as I was told, and he turned me round and stuck a finger up me, which slid in easily from the cleaner’s spunk from earlier. “We’d best phone your mum and tell her you’re ok.” He dropped his shorts and bent me over the counter and then dialled my home. As the phone rang, he slowly slid his cock up me and grunted with pleasure. “Oh yeah, nothing like an arse full of bugs around my cock.” I heard my mother answer and Bill said “That’s right, he’s here. I’m with him now.” He pushed his cock deeper and I squealed with pleasure. “Yeah, he’s happy enough….that’s so wet and dripping…no I was just saying there’s a drip in the shower…oof I’m going to cum..sorry I said I’ll make sure he comes straight home..ahhh.” With that he shot a huge load up me in spasms as my mother thanked him for looking out for me and rang off. Bill pulled out and I saw his cock was covered in slime. “”Lovely!” He said, pushing his cock back into his shorts. “I’ll leave it dirty to marinade” He ruffled my hair. “You’re a good one, a right dirty little pig. Lube yourself up and get off upstairs. They’ll be in soon and you’ve got work to do.”

I left a couple of hours later, spunk drying on face arse and thighs, and stinking of their sweat and cigarette smoke. I was literally dripping cum into my underpants and didn't want to go home in this state, but the sauna would be closed by now. It was dark, but the night was warm. I decided to head down to the beach and find a place to rest, then I'd call home later and say I'd been to a club. I followed the road down to the beach, crossed the promenade and dropped down onto the pebbles. Behind me was a dark space beneath the promenade where the concrete had eroded. It was quite narrow and low, but I decided it would be a good place to hangout until daylight. As I bent and crawled inside I first smelled body odour, then heard someone give a hacking cough. It was obviously already occupied and by several men by the sound of things. "'ere! watch out mate!" Said a voice, followed by a cough and a spitting sound. "s..s..sorry." I said, starting to back out, " I..i was just looking for a place to rest." At the sound of my young voice, I heard someone chuckle in the dark, and boney fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me into the dark. "well now, " said another voice. "I guess we've always got room for a lad...providing he's friendly like." I was pulled slowly into the small dark space beneath the promenade like a fly in a web. Once inside, it was completely black and I could feel warm bodes and foul breath around me. "Get your panties off, then." Said the rough voice. "Wh..what?" I gasped, but a hand clutched my throat and a voice whispered. " I said, get those panties off. You're gonna get that sweet bum fucked. You didn't think we let you in out of the goodness of our hearts did you?" He squeezed again and I gasped and undid my belt and fly. I pushed trousers and pants down and felt the cool sand against my belly. Above me, I heard footsteps and the sound of council workers emptying bins, but I couldn't make a sound. There was an overpowering smell of unwashed body as a man got on my back. I squealed through the boney fingers as I felt a large, slimey cock slide between the cheeks of my arse, seeking my hole. Suddenly, he found my slit which was still wet with spunk, and he drove down and into my rectum. I gasped as the heavy cock began to thrust and tried not to breathe the stink from his body as he buggered me whilst only feet away I heard the workers laughing and joking. If only they knew I was being knocked up just below them. The man in me growled and bit my ear. "Pig!" He hissed. "Dirty little sow. Love my dirty old cock, don't cha?" I could only groan with pleasure as another man slithered round in the small space. His smelly trousers were open and he forced his cock into my mouth. It was wet and covered with fleshy bumps which I realised must be warts, and the head tasted slightly metallic and I found my tongue touching what felt like a sore on the tip which explained the wetness. I tried to pull away but there was no room and I was pinned to the sand by the man jerking on top of me. I was forced to suck the diseased cock until the man in me jerked and grunted as he spurted probably diseased cum up my arse. "Get off him, then! Let's have a go!" The man got off me, his cock sliding out with a wet farting noise. I tried to crawl out, but strong hands pulled me back. "No you don't! You got to pay the rent!" I heard laughter and realised there were several men in that small space. The man who's cock I had been sucking was waiting for me. He pulled me onto my side as someone pulled my legs up to my chest and then I felt his warty cock slide up me from behind as his hand snaked over my thigh and began to jack my cock. "Who want's a nice fresh cock, then?" He whispered. I heard rustling as clothing was removed, and suddenly a cold, flabby backside pushed backwards into my belly. Between the cold cheeks, the cleft was hot and greasy and I was helpless as the man fucking me squeezed my cock and got it into position. The cold backside pushed back, and suddenly I felt my cock sliding into a delicious, grainy, wet heat as I was deep in a man for the first time. I gasped as the filthy old arsehole moved up and down my cock, my body sandwiched between the tramps, and as the man in me began to cum, I felt my balls tighten and then I came too, shooting my sperm into that filthy hole like a pig, and sobbing with the shame and excitement...

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Seven I watched Dad back up, giving the cameraman room to get in front of me to get more of my gang bang on film. I watched him slowly stroke his cock about six feet away. The hard cock inside me continued to pounded my sloppy hole, which was making a lot of noise as he pulled and pushed in and out of it. I could feel cum running down my balls, and I was sure that it was dripping off. “We need a clean up” someone said. “On it” Garrett responded. The man up my hole slid all the way in, as I felt a tongue running up my hard cock heading towards my balls. It licked all around my ball sac, cleaning it of the poz cum that had leaked out my hole. Once my balls were clean, he moved towards my hole. I felt his tongue lick around my puffy hole. I knew he was hitting the cock inside of me because the man was moaning. “Pull out just a bit, wanna lick that shaft too.” The man slowly pulled back, until just his head was inside me. Garrett’s tongue hit my hole Some as he lick the man's cock shaft. “All clean, now fuck that pussy, it's time for the full blown members to get at that hole” The man rammed his cock into my hole. Pumping me hard and deep with each thrust. His fingernails were digging into my hips as is cock slammed my hole. Dad was still stroking his cock, but was not watching me get fucked. He was staring at the camera man’s ass who was slightly bent over in front of me capturing the cock in my hole. The man slammed in, grunting as his cock pulsed in my hole adding his cum to the loads in me. He pulled out and someone pushed in. “Gonna fuck the first AIDS load of the night in you” It was Garrett, he had his uncut cock deep in me. He reached up and pulled my hair, forcing my head back. I was struggling to keep my eyes on Dad. The camera man had moved in even closer, his cock was stabbing me in the throat, just under my chin. His lower abs and crotch was in my face, just slightly away from touching me. His arms were stretched over my back camera in hand filming Garrett’s AIDS cock fucking my hole. I saw two hands grab his hips, holding him. Then he thrust forward pushing his cock into my throat. Someone had slid their cock into his hole and was fucking him. “Fuck him Drew” Garrett said. Dad was fucking the camera man, who was struggling to keep his camera focused on my ass and keeping his balance. His cock was leaking pre-cum on my throat. “Deposit an AIDS load in my son’s ass” Dad said to Garrett. “He's about to get it, gonna slick it up for the next AIDS babies to come” He started to pull out and slammed back in, driving his cock deep in me. His balls slapped against me with every thrust in. I worked my hole the best I could around his cock. He was growling loudly. “Give me that deadly AIDS load!” I yelled. “Here it comes” Garrett said slamming his cock deep in me. I pushed back into his body, squeezing my hole around his pulsing cock. “Milk it pussy boy” Garrett said “Got another AIDS load for you boy” someone said behind me “Gonna add my death too” another man said Garrett pulled out and immediately another cock slid into my hole, balls deep with one thrust. “Is that an AIDS cock” I asked “Fuck yeah, gonna fuck you hard and rough with my death stick” The man grabbed my hips and started to punch fuck me, pulling his cock all the way out and driving it all the way back in. I pushed my hole out, opening it up to the hard thrusts. “Look at the cum flow out that pussy” someone yelled. “That cameraman is getting covered in cum,” another man said. “His mouth is open and feeding on it.” The man fucking my hole was grunting hard as he rammed his cock in. He slapped my ass as he pushed in me deep. I could feel the bench move forward with his thrusts. “Someone keep him from moving forward.” Garrett and another man moved and stood at my shoulders. Each one’s hip was pressing against my shoulder holding me as I was fucked hard. The camera man pulled off Dad’s hard cock and moved in to get this deadly fuck on video. “Use that pussy hard Gene” someone said “Gonna shoot soon, can't hold it anymore” Gene said, panting hard. He rammed in balls deep and began shooting is load in my hole. “Giving you AIDS fucker!” He shook as he shot is load. He slowly pulled out. Leaving my hole empty. He moved around to my head, that's when I saw him. He was so skinny. His checks on his face sunk inwards, his body was completely devoid of any fat. His eyes looked empty, as if death had already set in, they were dark, almost jet black in color. I think he was close to death physically. As another cock slid into my hole, he rubbed my head. “Thank you boy, it was good to past on my death before death takes me” I just smiled and grunted as my hole was being fucked. I lost sight of Dad, maybe he was back in line to fuck me again. I knew I had to get a load from each man, but wasn't sure if once they all shot in me, if they could fuck me again. A new cock slid into my hole. My leg and arm muscles were getting sore from being in the same position and that ache was more than my hole. I had lost track of the cocks that had been up my hole. I didn't know how long I had been on the fuck bench. I did know the camera men had switched out memory cards a couple of times during the fucking. I would have given anything to be able to see what was happening behind me, if the men were just jacking their cocks waiting for their turn, or if they were sucking and fucking one another, but saving their loads for my hole.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Five I really didn't want to leave the resort, but Dad said that we could visit again in the future, which I made him promise. The drive home was quiet, well at least for me, I slept the whole was home. I guess the pool side gang bang wore me out even though I slept all night. Dad should be the one who was tired, he told me he was out whoring around until 2 a.m. We got home in the middle of the afternoon. I really wanted to hook up with either Garrett, well fuck anyone really. “Dad, can you message Garrett or Coach Paul, I need some cock!” “Nope, now between your initiation you can't have sex, not even jacking off.” “Are you fucking kidding me” “Not at all, I even have something for you to insure you don't” He left me standing in the kitchen, as he headed down the hall to his room. He quickly returned with a small box. “Drop your shorts, NOW BOY” he ordered. “Seriously Dad?” “Did I fucking stutter?” I did as he said. He opened the box. He took out what was in it. I watched as this device was put around my cock and balls and locked in place with a pad lock that hung under my balls. “What the fuck is that” “Chasity device, get used to it because it will be on until after your imitation” It was so uncomfortable, but for two days I wore it. Some times it was painful, especially when I would start to get hard and my cock couldn't grow. Saturday finally came and I was told to prepare for the night. Dad disappeared most of the day, leaving me at home. When 8 p.m. rolled around he came for me in my room. He was wearing just a jock strap. Seeing him in that, fur and muscles all in display was really turning me on. My cock stirred and pain again swept through my body. “It's time to head down to the basement. All the members have gathered, plus the crew to film your initiation,” he said. “Film?” “Yes boy for our site and for our records” My cock continued to fight the cage and the pain increased. “Try not to get too turned on, we don't want you breaking your cage or hurting that beautiful boy cock,” he said pointing at my crotch. I nodded as he and I walked through the house to the basement door. We stopped at the door. “Are you sure about this son, you can turn back now with no repercussions, once we start we don't stop until every member has used your hole and bred you.” I nodded. “Say it son” “I want this Daddy, I want this” Dad turned the knob on the basement door and pushed it all the way open. We walked through and went down the stairs. My stomach was a ball of nerves. I took a deep breath and stared at Dad’s furry ass. At the bottom of the stairs I saw that the main room had been emptied except for a fuck bench. I was expecting all the members to be crowded in the room, but they were not there. Instead was four men holding cameras. They were wearing just jock straps but the pouches were bulging outwards. There were four lights, all shining on the fuck bench. “Is this your boy,” one of the camera men asked. “Yes,” Dad replied. “We understand that his hole is the focus of the shots, we plan on having one under the action the whole time. We have a special cover that will protect the camera and the lucky man down there will make sure it stays clean” he said, “the other three will get the fucking at different angles” “You are the pros!” Dad said. He turned to me and guided me to the fuck bench. He helped me get into position and the strapped me in. The three camera men were already filming, as the one got in his back and positioned himself to catch the action underneath. “Son, just one thing. You can not lick, suck or do anything to the camera men’s cocks even if they are pressed against your mouth,” Dad said, “do you understand” “Yes Daddy” “If you want poppers we will supply them to you, just ask for them” I nodded. Dad moved behind me, squirting lube onto my hole, then pushed something into my hole and I felt wetness inside. I took a few deep breaths. “Time to begin!” Dad said. He stood in front of me, pushed down his cock. His cock was rock hard and bounced as he stood there. He shoved his jock into my mouth. “This will keep you from being tempted by the camera men’s bulges” Damn he just knows how to spoil a good time I thought as I head the men come into the room from the locker room. My mind imagined them all coming in naked with their hard cocks pointing the way. I felt a pair of hands on my ass, feeling my cheeks and a hard cock rubbing up and down my crack. My gang bang initiation was about to begin.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Two I watched Dad slide up and down the uncut cock. His hairy leg muscles flexing as he moved. I slowly stroked my cock as I watched Dad fuck himself. “Son, that was about a year later. I was pretty open then with Zane. I told him about you, about your hobbies of stroking to porn, daddy son role-play porn, bareback porn and your spying on your Daddy” My cheeks went flush with embarrassment, yet my cock hardened knowing this. “Yeah last year he brought me a pair of your underwear, I sniff those as I fucked your Daddy” Zane said. “He perved on your ass for years, but he had to wait until you were of age” Daddy said, I just watched my Dad fuck himself on the cock that I just rode and got a load out of. A load that came from the balls of the man that converted my Dad. It was so fucking hot. Dad’s cock just bounced as he slide up and down that big uncut cock. “Did you jack that cock while you were spying on your Daddy,” Zane asked me. “Yeah, I shot my loads all over the hall floor right outside Dad’s room. I used to watch him stroke off, suck cock and fuck” “You nasty little perv” Dad said laughing. His cock looked as if it got harder when he found out about what I saw spying on him. “Damn Drew, your ass still feels amazing, even after all cocks over the years” Zane said, then turned to me and asked, “You had it yet, boy?” “Can’t have it until he joins to club officially” Dad said. I looked away from Zane and my Dad. “Something tells me the boy has fucked Daddy” Zane said. Dad was speeding up his fucking himself, causing his cock to jump faster, pre-cum was leaking out, smearing all over Zane’s stomach. “That true, boy” Daddy asked? I just shook my head, and then slowly smiled. “When” “In the cabin yesterday, you were eating a man’s ass, Brent and I switched places. He rode your cock and I fucked your hole. Shot my load in there too. I didn’t want to get into trouble, so I moved quickly and joined the fucking on the floor” “You little shit” Dad said as his cock erupted all over Zane’s chest and stomach. Moaning loudly, still fucking his hole on Zane’s cock. “Daddy gets off knowing his boy has breed his hole” Zane said, “and so do I” He pushed his body up, trying to push is cock deeper and deeper into Dad’s hole. His face got all tense and his body stiffened. 
 “pozzing your hole again Drew as your boy watches” he yelled, making those around the pool look our way. After a few moments, his body relaxed and dropped back down on to the lounge. “Clean him son” Dad said. I got up, bent over and began to run my tongue all over his chest and stomach, licking and slurping up Dad’s load. Once his body was clean I wrapped my lips around Dad’s cock and started to suck and clean it. Zane’s hands pushed on the back of my head driving me forward, sucking more and more of Dad’s cock into my mouth. Dad was still hard, even after shooting his load all over Zane. Dad pulled me off his cock and stood up, I watch Zane’s uncut cock and some cum drop out of Dad’s hole. I instantly want to it and began licking the cum up, then engulfed Zane’s soft cock. Sticking my tongue into the foreskin to get some of Dad’s ass juice and cum that was hiding inside. Dad moved around me and slid his cock into my hole. “Marry those strains Drew” Zane said. Dad’s big cock felt good in my hole. My cock hung hard between my legs. I knew that the other men around the pool were watching. I don’t know what turned me on more, knowing it was Dad’s cock fucking my hole or the men watching me. “Your boy gets really hard when you have you dick up his ass Drew” Zane said. I just moaned as I sucked on Zane’s growing cock. I was taking it all the way down my throat as Dad pounded my hole. His balls slapped against my ass. I was moaning deep as I slide my mouth up and down on Zane’s cock. I could see men starting to gather around us, stroking their cocks. “Is your boy’s hole open for business” one of the men asked. “Always, he won’t refuse any cock” Dad responded, pumping his cock in and out of my ass harder. “Save those loads for his hole men” Zane said, “Save them for his hole” Dad’s breathing became fast, he was really turned on by the thought of other men using my hole and dumping their loads. His cock was thickening as it worked in and out of my hole. I could feel some of Zane’s load slowly running down from my hole, heading to my balls. Dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him, causing me to drop Zane’s cock out of my mouth. His cock jumped and pulsed in my hole as he shot his load in deep. As his climax slowly subsided, he began to pump in and out of my hole, slowly moving his cock in and out. “Mix those strains Drew” Zane said. The cocks were leaking pre-cum as the men watched me get bred by my Dad. He slowly pulled out as I squeezed my hole around his exiting cock. I watched Dad move to the side of Zane’s head and put his cock into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, tasting his load, Dad’s load and my boy pussy. “He’s open for business men,” Dad said, “fill him up and send him home”

Dad’s Basement Part Sixteen Packing for this trip was easy, just my toiletries and items to prepare for any fun. I made sure we had enough poppers and lube to have fun at the camp. Dad seemed to be happy about getting away from everything. He told me he had been to nudist camps, but was vague on if he had been to this one. We got up bright and early to set out. Dad’s diesel was growling down the road. It was an eight hour drive and I was planning on have some fun while on the road, at least I prepared for it. Dad was behind the wheel in a pair of very short shorts, I could see half of his cock shaft and the head hanging out the leg as well as his balls. He was shirtless and only an old baseball cap on his head. I was in just shorts too, but once out of town and on the open road I stripped them off and was sitting there naked. His truck was high enough for regular cars not to see in, but the truckers got an eyeful. When we passed by on, I would play with my cock, giving them a show, when they looked in I would suck on my finger. Dad would slow down and let them watch for bit then speed up. “You know teasing them might not be such a hot idea. You get them worked up and they might just rape your ass if they catch up with us” Dad said. “I know, but it’s fun,” I replied, “and you are enjoying it. Look at your cock Dad” His cock was hard as a rock, pressed up against his leg, leaking pre-cum into the fur. “Have you had trucker cock Dad?” “Fuck, I have been breed by quite a few in their cabs” he said “Thats hot Dad” My cock was getting hard thinking about Dad getting fucked by truckers. “Son, I would love to see you get gang banged in a back of a truck by some truckers. It may be something we can arrange later on. We need to get to the camp” Dad kept driving and I kept teasing truckers but knew nothing would happen, he was determined to get to the camp. I saw a sign for a rest area ahead and told dad I needed to piss. He pulled in as I was pulling on my shorts. Before we got out he adjust his cock and balls back inside his shorts. There were not too many cars in the lot and less big rigs. I knew there was not a chance that I was going to get a load. I made my way to the building where the bathrooms were. Nothing fancy, hell it looked like it should have been condemned. As I got to the door, the smell hit me. It was beyond ripe, it was rank. The odor of stale piss invaded my nostrils. I stopped, until Dad was with me at the door. “better than poppers” he said. He pushed me and I went in. This place had not been cleaned in a while. There was piss on the floor, graffiti on the walls everywhere. There was two urinals hanging on the wall, one was covered with a black trash bag with a sign reading out of order. Dad stepped up to the free on, pulled his shorts down exposing his ass and freeing his cock. “Looks like the stalls is your next destination” he said laughing. I was nervous, I hated to see what was waiting for me in the toilets. There were three stalls. I took the middle one. I immediately saw a glory hole in one of the walls. My cock jumped in my shorts. Maybe I could get lucky. I pushed my shorts down, turned and sat on the toilet. I was disappointed seeing the stall next to me was empty. I took my piss. It was really quiet in the restroom. I leaned back and closed my eyes, while I played with my cock. It grew hard quickly. I could hear movement inside the restroom and thought it was Dad heading out back to the truck. I continued to stroke me cock, lost in the fantasy of getting some dick though the glory hole. “Push that ass out a little more” whispered someone in the restroom. I opened my eyes, and quietly moved to the door, peeking through the crack. I could see from the mirrors over the sink that someone else was in the restroom, over by the urinals. I could see Dad’s shorts on the floor around his ankle but the rest of him was covered by a very large man. “That’s it open for my big dick buddy” the stranger said. I continued to watch, slowly jacking my cock. Dad was getting his ass fucked right in front of the urinal, out for all to see. In the reflection I could see another person was standing to the side, I could not see all of him, just half of his body. “Boy’s in the middle stall,’ Dad said pointing my way. I watched in the mirror as the second man walked my way, his big cock sticking out of his fly pointing his way to me. I stepped back from the door, unlocking it as I did. It slowly began to open. I turned around bending over exposing my ass and willing hole. I braced myself by putting my hands on the toilet. “Well, fuck me, it’s the little cock tease” the man said. He stepped up, spit in his hand and rubbed it on my hole. His hands were rough and scratched at my hole. He spit again and rubbed it on the head of his cock. “Going to teach you to tease truckers” He lined his cock up with my hole, just slightly pushing his head into my hole, not enough to enter but just to hold his cock in place. He put my hips in a death grip, and slammed his cock deep into my ass. Pain rushed through my hole as his belt buckle hit my bare cheeks. I fought back the scream that had formed in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes as he pulled his cock out of my ass and rammed it balls deep over and over. I concentrated on keeping my hole open, making it easier for him to punch fuck my hole with his cock. “Take that dick Son” Dad said, “I told you not to tease truckers, always ends up bad” “Fuck me,” the trucker up my hole said “this really you son?” “Yeah and I took his cherry” “oh fucking hot man, fucking hot” I could feel the big cock in me get thicker, it really turned him on knowing he was fucking the son of the man getting fucked at the urinals. HIs moans were now becoming growls. The trucker grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up until I was against him. He moved me out of the stall, still with his cock buried deep in my hole, stretching it open more. We moved together until we were next to my Dad and the man fucking him. Dad was moaning loudly as the cock pumped in and out of his ass. I bent over as the trucker continued to fuck my ass, matching the rhythm of Dad’s fucker. I could feel the belt buckle slam against my ass checks, as his balls smashed against mine, which were pulled up close to my body. My cock jump as he slammed into me over and over. I looked over at Dad, his eyes were closed, his cock was hard and bouncing between this legs. His hands were braced against his thighs, as the guy behind him fucked his hole. I could just see the expression on Dad’s tops face, it was tensed up, teeth clenched. I knew Dad would get a load soon. With a loud grunt he slammed into Dad’s ass and yelled” “take it you perverted fucker, take my load” Dad pushed back against the guy trying to drive his cock deeper into his hole. He quickly pulled out, tucked his cock and balls back in his jeans and left. Leaving the party. Dad stood up and slowly stroked his cock in front of me, watching the cock slide in and out of my hole. “Suck your Daddy, boy. Suck the cock that made you” the trucker said. I opened my mouth and slowly took Dad’s cock in. I licked around the head and shaft as it went deeper into my mouth. The trucker started to increase his speed, almost to the point of jack hammering my hole. I knew that he would not last much longer knowing I was sucking my Dad off. His grip on my hips tightened, squeeing them hard, as he slammed his cock inside me. I could feel his cock jump and pulse as he exploded deep inside me. He bent forward until he was resting on my back, pushing into me more. Letting go of my hips, he grabbed Dad’s hips and pulled him closer to my head, sliding Dad’s dick deep into the throat. “Fuck I needed that boy” the trucker said He pulled out my hole, tucked away his cock and left. Dad pulled out and pulled up his shorts, then looked at me. “Find your shorts boy, lets get to the poz camp” I went the stall, found my short, dressed and met Dad at his truck. Once inside, I stripped them off again. Dad pulled his cock out from the leg of his pants. I put my feet up on the dash and started to play with my hole, sliding a finger in and out as we went down the high way, teasing more truckers along the way. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

Dad’s Basement - Part Six I watched Dad leave the glory hole area and head out, so I followed. Glancing behind me I saw two other men take our places at the holes, one was already sucking on a cock and the other was pushing his ass on the cock sticking through the second vacant hole. I followed Dad into the next room, his hairy ass looked so good. The fur was matted down sticking to his bouncing cheeks. I lowered my gaze to see the fur on his inner thighs were also matted. It was so fucking hot. “Hungry, Son?” he asked. “Yes. Daddy!” “Good, get on you back and open wide.” Immediately obeying, I dropped to the floor, my back on the cold basement tile. Dad stepped up, positioning his feet on each side of me. I watched as his hairy ass slowly lowered getting closer and closer to my face. As it lowered, his crack opened, exposing the cum covered fur and his hole. My hand instantly went for my cock. “Leave it,” he ordered. I dropped my hard cock, allowing it to rest on my stomach. I reached up and braced my hands, one on each ass cheek, spreading them wider. I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his hole. I could taste the cum on it. I swirled my tongue around the hole, then pushed it inside. As I entered a small amount of cum dropped out, landing on my tongue. I swallowed it instantly and went back for more. I licked up and down his cum filled crack and around his hole. Savoring the poz cum from the men in the basement. “Suck it out, Son!” I didn't hesitate. I placed my lips against his ass and started sucking. He was pushing his hole open, helping me get to the cum easier. I sucked harder and harder, each time being rewarded with cum as my cock leaked cum onto my stomach. I felt a hand pull it up, pointing straight up. I didn’t even look to see who it was. All I knew was someone was sitting on my hard cock. I could feel him riding my dick, working his ass up and down my cock. I squeezed my ass, but still let the bottom control the ride, especially as I was pre-occupied with my Dad's ass. An amazing amount of cum was lodged in Dad's hole - as I sucked and tongued his ass lips, more and more cum flowed out. I eagerly swallowed it down, always going back for more. “Does Daddy’s ass taste good boy?” I could only muffle a response. The man riding my cock was increasing speed. I could feel his cock and balls bouncing off my body each time he hit bottom. My balls were drawing up more and more, I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer. I was going to shoot a load deep in his ass, whether it was poz or neg was still in question, but I was definitely going to give him a load. I still had my tongue in Dad’s ass as my balls pulled up completely, and began shooting my boy cum deep into the man’s hole. I moaned loudly into my Dad’s ass. The man still was riding my cock as it shot inside him. As my shooting subsided, I reached out and put my hands on his thighs, signaling him to stop. I was getting sensitive. He dropped down on my now softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, as Dad stood up allowing me to see who was riding me. It was the tattooed, uncut cock man. He just smiled at me when I saw him. "Son, this is Garrett. He has taken a liking to your cock!” “Fuck yeah, nothing like boy cock,” Garrett added. He bent down coming face to face with me. I could smell dick and piss on his breath. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he locked lips with me, then stuck his tongue in me, kissing me as Dad watched from above. “Don’t worry, skin here likes your holes too.” Garrett said pointing to his uncut cock. After a moment of kissing he stood up, my soft cock dropped out of his hole, dripping cum on me from his hole. Garrett moved on to another area of the basement. Having shot my load, I needed to piss, so I asked Dad where to piss, as there didn't seem to be a toilet in the basement. His eyes got wide as an evil grin grew on his face. Grabbing my arm he led me to the shower area tucked under the stairs. We passed Garrett, who was now fucking a hole while another man was eating his ass. We exchanged smiles as I walked by. Once in the shower area, Dad dropped to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my soft cock in his hand instructing “Piss down my throat, Son.” Taking my cock head into his mouth, he held still, which was absolutely necessary as I really needed to piss, and didn't want an erection to take precedence. Finally my stream started, and once I got it going, there was no stopping it. I filled Dad’s mouth full, then felt him swallow. My piss flowed more, filling his mouth three more times each time he would swallow every drop. I couldn't believe my Dad was able to drink all my piss without spilling a drop. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards him. I could feel his tongue licking me lips, then parted them searching for my own. Our lips touched, his beard stubble scratched at my smooth cheeks. I could taste my piss on his tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking the inside tasting more and more of my piss. My hands rubbed his furry muscles. “Thirsty, Son?” Dad asked. I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Dad’s cock. It was only semi hard, but still was impressive in size. I gently lifted his cock to my mouth, only taking in the head of it in. “Don’t move. I need to stay soft to piss, Son.” I knelt very still, waiting for his hot piss to being to flow. His breathing slowed as I felt a slight jerk in his cock, as the flow began. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the yellow liquid filling my mouth. Dad sensed he was going too fast and grabbed his cock to slow the flow. Once my mouth was empty he started again, I concentrated on keeping up. The piss flowed and flowed, as I swallowed. I felt my stomach expand as it filled up. The strong stream then became a trickle, until it stopped and I was just kneeling there with his cock head in my mouth. Dad grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me up to my feet with the complement "I'm proud of my boy. He's on his way to being a man just like his Dad.” I looked around to see a lot of the men were in the locker room. I could hear their voices but could not make out what they were saying. The night was coming to an end. Apparently Dad understood as much as he instructed “Get to your room. I'll join you shortly.” With that I went up the stairs, turning back to see my Dad’s hairy ass heading into the locker room. Naked, I went right to my room, I discovered that it was 3:00 A.M. Damn time flies when you are fucking and sucking. I flopped down on my bed, reached around to my hole. It was sticky with cum and puffy. I could only imagine how red it was. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers around the edge, feeling my used hole. I was fading fast, sleep was coming.

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