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**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

Was horny as fuck last night. Got on to Grindr and hit up a bottom not too far away. He was younger and horny like me. We got chatting and arranged for him to be waiting for me ass up on his bed. I was about to head off when he asked if I'd wear a rubber. I said "No" He then asked if I'd pull out of his ass before I shot my load. Again I refused and told him I wanted to breed him. With that he said "I don't think that works for me" and we ended the chat. About an hour later I hadn't found anything and the first guy hit me up - he musta been well horny, he said "ok, you can fuck me raw and cum in me" I agreed and headed over to his place. True to his word he was on all 4s, ass up on his bed. Stocky hairy cub with a beaut ass. I stood behind him, dropped my jeans, grabbed his waist and shoved my bare cock deep in his ass. I gave him loads bareback verbal as I was fucking him "your bare ass feels great, it's better raw, ain't it, I'm gunna load you deep, aww fuck, I'm, gunna cum, yeah you want this, I'm breeding ya now." I pumped my seed in him, pulled up my jeans and left. I totally loved that he submitted to my raw cock and took his breeding.

Almost half a year ago, I was once again horny as hell without end, I roamed the internet looking for a hot date with a fuck stud. After looking for some time, I came across an ad on homo.net that made me curious. So an email was sent directly to the stallion with a few hot pictures of me. Let's see what will happen. Since the stallion was only looking for a tabooless mare for tomorrow, Friday, I didn't expect a quick answer. But then I was wrong. After a few minutes, the reply email came and what I then saw in pictures and read in the text made me willingly melt away. After a few e-mails, the date was set up pretty quickly. I was supposed to appear at his place in Bergheim the next evening, dressed only in leather cuffs and a collar (still hidden under jeans and a sweater up to his apartment). I should lock my cock away in a CB2000, since neither of us had intended for me to cum (I really like being used without being allowed to come myself). The date was supposed to last until Sunday evening and if he felt like it, he could order other studs who could then use me just like him. He promised me plenty of PP and me under chems. to set and use (I had no experience so far). We both agreed not to babble around, but to get started and get started right away. The hours until the data then only passed in slow motion, but finally the time had come. I rang his bell on time and as soon as I was in his apartment I undressed. I gave him the key for the chastity clamp, he carelessly threw it in the corner and then devoured my hot fucker with his eyes. He had opened the door for me, completely naked, with his cock extended hard and tense. His strap was already ready to fuck with a condom. He grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, ass up and my hands were tied behind my back. He immediately went to my cunt and drove his 20 * 5 cm into me. I groaned properly because he used me hard right away, but he then told me that I would only get PP after a first break-in. After about 10 minutes he held a PP-soaked cotton ball directly in front of my nose for the first time and it only took a few seconds until I took off completely!! I felt how he pushed me more and more violently and harder and I knew he would soon satisfy his first lust. I spurred him on by moaning to him that he should shoot his entire load into me. Immediately after that there was a pause. What happened now? He withdrew from me. Then he rammed his cock back into me with full force. He leaned forward and said that he really wasn't wrong about me. He finds it cool to deposit his pozcum in a neg mare Before I understood what was going on, he threw the removed condom on the floor in front of me. Still high on PP, I slowly understood that he must have misunderstood my cheering. But before I could (want to) clear up the error, he twitched inside me and after one last hard, deep thrust, he filled me with his cum!!! When I wanted to start my clarification campaign, he put a mask on me, the filter was decent impregnated with PP. (I think he knew exactly what I meant at the time, but he didn't want to). Thanks to the PP, I didn't want to clarify anything at first, my stallion would certainly not have cared either!! Now I was pulled up and led into his playroom as high as I was. I was quickly strapped onto his sling, now there was no escape for me. He picked up the phone, made a few calls, and then came back to me. He finally pulled my mask off, but gave me a pill in my mouth and something to drink to swallow it. Then he looked deep into my eyes and just said his fuck buddies, all without exception poz, were looking forward to using, filling and pozzing my cunt, which will definitely be the last time neg. Was it the PP or the tablet or my horniness, I couldn't answer him the way my head actually wanted, no, my cunt "ordered" me to just shut my mouth and just moan horny. He laughed and drove his cock right back into my hole. I then got so horny and listless that I hadn't noticed that we weren't alone anymore. My fucker was no longer in me when I noticed 4 more hard cocks around me.

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

21. Steven moved Blake out of the way and started to run his fingers around the base of the plug. He was trying to work them inside me too. Slowly he pressed his lube slick fingers in, pulling my hole open around the plug. I groaned as one slipped in. It felt impossible that I was this open but all the abuse had made it possible. My hole just gave way to the new assault and soon Steven had two fingers slipping in and out of me next to the plug. They had been serious about destroying me. Then he was pulling the plug out of me. I felt empty as the snake like toy fell from my hole. I could tell that I was open and gaped. Mercifully though I was not empty long. Steve’s fingers quickly returned to my hole. He easily slid four fingers inside me, twisting them around. He splayed them, pushing the edges of my hole further apart still. Two fingers from his other hand slipped in next to his twisting fingers. I moaned as he pulled me open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake still naked and hard with a phone in his hand recording Steve working my ass open. He grinned when he realized I had seen him. “Focus on me,” Steve said, and started to push a single spear shaped hand into my hole. I took a deep breath. Steve pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed back in, matching my breath. Each time it felt like a little more of his hand slipped in. “We’re at the widest point now, a few more breaths and you’ll have my whole hand in your cunt. You want that don’t you?” “Yes! Please. Fist me.” “Deep breath, and then let it out real slowly.” He relaxed the pressure on my hole, backing his hand off. As I breathed in again he started once more to push, the pressure mounting. I held my breath for a moment, and then very slowly let it out. Then it happened. My hole gave way. The knuckle of his thumb burst inside me, and suddenly he was wrist deep inside me. I was being fisted. Something half way between a scream and a moan burst from my lips as my hole expanded further than ever before. My soft tender guts were not split apart with the rough skin of Steve’s hand. Tight in its cage my cock throbbed and a big thick spurt of cum pumped from out onto my balls. It was the most extraordinary feeling. “Good job, your cunt looks so good wrapped around my wrist.” “Fuck,” was all I could moan back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Steve said in a calm voice. He pulled his hand back slowly, pulling against the taught muscles of my hole. My body opened around his hand again, and tried unsuccessfully to snap back around his fingers as they slipped out. I could feel myself gape, I knew that my guys were exposed by my slack hole. Then the fingers were back. They once more forced me open. This time it was easier, my body knew what to do. My hole opened around Steve’s invading fingers, spread wide for the knuckle and let his fist inside me once more. Again a guttural sound was forced out of my as my hole was invaded. I shook a little. Steve didn’t pause this time. Slowly and deliberately he pulled his hand from my hole, then at the same pace he forced it back inside me. With each new level of sluttiness or width of stretched there came a moment of being lost, where my whole body, my whole life, seemed to slip away and all that I was was a hole. As Steve’s hand truly began to fuck me, all be it slowly at first, I found myself drifting away. My hole, and his hand were the only important things in the world. I forgot about Blake and the camera, I forgot about the cage on my cock, I forgot about Mike leading me down this path, all I could think about was the hand pushing inside my guts again and again. I was once more a blathering idiot, spewing an incoherent slur of fucks, yes’s, and use mes. Steve was picking up the pace, and Blake was filming the whole thing. He was not shooting over Steve’s shoulder looking down at my trashed hole. As Steve’s pace increased and my hole became more and more slack I felt a pressure building inside me. It wasn’t quite like an orgasm building, but similar. In the put of my stomach a hard mass was forming, pushing down against my guts as they were penetrated and stretched. Yet it wasn’t painful, it was that coming up to the edge of a cliff feeling, that moment where the pleasure tips just to this side of pain, and then, my cock erupted. This time, however, it wasn’t cum. Piss sprayed out of my cock in one long spurt. I tried to stop, tried to cover myself, but Steve stopped me with his free hand. “No, that’s how a bottom like you cums when he’s being fisted,” Steve said, “your body needs it, let it out.” He let go of my hand, and punched his fist into me a few more times. I basically screamed, my body going limp, and spurt after spirt of piss spewed from my cock. Steve and I were both covered when my bladder was finally fucked empty. I was panting, as piss dripped off my body onto Steve’s desk. He didn’t care so neither did I. Slowly, he pulled his hand from my hole with a wet flop. “Fuck, you did so well,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss me. “That was amazing,” Blake added. “How does your hole feel?” “Fucking destroyed,” I responded. “Your cunt looks so good, gaped and red, with a little drop of cum leaking out of it.” “Thank you Sir.” “Do you think you can take some more?” “What do you have in mind Sir?” “Before your hole starts to tighten up,” he moved to the chair and sat down, “come sit on my cock and we’ll get one more load in you before sending you home.” “Fuck yes,” I said, and got off the desk as quick as my sore legs would let me. I straddled my boss and sat down. It took nothing to slide him inside me, my loose hole opened wide and his thick cock slid in. We both let out an appreciative groan as my warm guts enveloped his hard cock again. Blake was soon behind me, I had guessed this was where it was going, and pressed his cock into me too. The three of us breathed as one, as they fucked me again. I was a rag doll at this point, worn down and tired, my hole stretched wide once more. I was begging them to use me, to pump me full of their cum. They soon both obliged me, and I was once more treated to the sensation of hot sperm being pumped inside my hole. This time, however, I was so slack that it was hard to keep it in. It was worth it though to have experience then destruction they wrought on my hole. That was the end of our day, they helped me up. We got dressed, all kissed at the door, and headed out of the office at just after five. I felt like I couldn’t walk right. I gave up on the train and called a car home. I don’t think I said much of anything to the driver, I was in such a daze the whole way. When I got home Mike was sitting on the couch naked apart from his cage. I stripped at the door, and walked over to where he sat. I straddled his lap, and kissed him deep as a greeting. “What was that for?” He said grinning, his hands holding my bare ass cheeks. “Showing me the way.” “What happened to you today?” “Feel my hole and see if you can guess.” Mike’s hand traveled from my cheeks to my wet abused cunt, and his fingers slipped in. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, probing the edges of my gaping hole, “you’re fucking destroyed. Did you get fisted or something.” I kissed him again, “By my boss.” “Jesus, I love the new you.” “Me too,” I paused, “I don’t want my key back. I don’t need to wait till the end of the week. I want to be like this forever.” “I guessed that would be your decision.” Now it was his turn to kiss me. “Come on pig, I’m going to open you back up and fist you myself.” This is where our story ends - at least for now. I hope you all enjoyed and I'm happy to have inspired a few of you to dust off your cages and lock up. Remember, there is freedom in giving up your cock and becoming a hole - give in.

Just once. Was living in Cleveland and it was close to closing time. He and I were the only ones in the store. He was a black guy, maybe 28 years old and I was probably 32 at the time. He saw me wondering around and he told me it was only me and him. in the store and he was getting ready to close. I wondered around a little to not be so obvious I was cruising and then I started to head toward the door. He said "you looking to suck some dick, cuz I can close and you can suck mine." I responded "yeah, was seeing whats up". He said "let me close the store" and he walked around changed the sign to close and locked the door. He had me follow him to the back room and I sucked him off and swallowed his load. After that he told me to stop by anytime he was getting ready to close and I did a few more times after that.

Brian held Wyatt tight against him all night long. The two had started a routine and in the morning, Brian woke up and showered, getting ready for his work day. Wyatt had a more leisurely day planned, cleaning up the cabin and cooking dinner for his new husband. Brian left and Wyatt had to go to the clinic for the last of his shots. This shot was developed to help straight boys like Wyatt form a bond with the man who seeded them. The two would form a bond through the DNA of the man who bred him. Wyatt was explained the process and he really liked that he was falling in love with Brian. He cleaned up and headed to the clinic. He saw a few of the other boys from school there as well getting their shots. The shot was administered and Wyatt started walking back to their cabin, deep in his thoughts about when Brian came home after his ten hour shift in the mines. He didn't notice the two men following him as he was deciding on what to cook tonight. While Wyatt didn't notice the men, they sure noticed him. They were both big muscular men and like Brian, fully tatted. They walked at a faster pace and were quickly on either side of Wyatt. One of the men was black and the other middle eastern. The black guy asked Wyatt if he had a light for his cigarette. Wyatt had gotten into the habit of carrying a lighter for Brian. He reached into his pockets and that's when both men quickly jumped him and quickly subdued him. He was certainly match for the two bigger men. They half dragged half carried the frightened boy off the street and through the thick woods nearby. They had accomplished that without drawing attention to the whole thing. After a while, they arrived at another cabin that looked very similar to the one he shared with Brian. They pushed him through the door and leered at him. Wyatt recognized the look and was very afraid. "What do you guys want from me " he asked meekly. "Nothing that you aren't already giving to Brian " the black man said. Wyatt defiantly said that he belonged to Brian. He was already bonding to Brian. The middle eastern guy spat at Wyatt and said they had been waiting longer than Brian and that they felt robbed of their opportunity to get their own bitch. Wyatt was going to belong to them. Wyatt pleaded with them not to do this and that he was sure Brian would search for him. There was really no place in the cabin where they could hide him. They both grinned at this point and told him that's where he was dead wrong. The black man pulled the area rug up and a trap door was hidden under it. He opened the door up and dragged Wyatt down. He turned on the light and Wyatt could see that they had dug a basement under their cabin and it was equipped with a sling and a cage. Welcome to your new home boy he sneered. He pulled out a large knife and Wyatt thought he was going to cut him up right there. He didn't, instead he cut off every stitch of clothes Wyatt had on. Wyatt tried to cover himself with his hands and both men laughed. No need to be shy boy, we are going to get to know each other very intimately. Both men grabbed Wyatt and put him into the sling. He wrists were bound as were his ankles. He felt completely exposed and vulnerable. The men then started to undress themselves.

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People - Read the question. The OP is asking for comment from Sadists, NOT from masochists wanting to gush about how much they want a Sadist to hurt them. To the OP: Although I am not myself a Sadist, I was owned and trained by one for six years, and believe I can reliably speak to your question on his behalf to an extent. His practices on me were exclusively sexual in nature, sometimes overtly, sometimes subtly, but always demonstrating his access to my intimate, vulnerable center. He delighted in things that reached deep inside me where he couldn’t physically reach, like electro, or deep sounding with irritating lubes, or CBT that ached rather than stung. He spent long amounts of time stretching out tortures so that he could enjoy watching my face and the reactions in my body as he gradually flattened my balls in a press, or whipped my cock with a thin cane or used a device to slowly drive a foot-long dildo up my ass. One of his favorite pastimes was needles, which he used on my cock, and ultimately through each of my nuts. But the thing that he seemed to most relish was his efforts at shaping my mind to his will, which is what all of his sexual torture of me was aimed at. His ultimate goal was to debase me into a being so sexually submissive to men that any man could manipulate me intimately at will. He focused his effort at last on being able to force me to have a dry orgasm whenever he said “Cum”. He succeeded completely, and would say it sometimes 20 times in quick succession, until I was begging him in tears not to make me cum again. And then he would, because he could. By the end, he told me simply, “Your sex is public property.” He proved it by letting other people fuck me, and torture me sexually in public demonstrations. The thing was, though, and this one thing I cannot properly explain about his Sadism, is that he himself, over all that time, only fucked me three times; it may be that each of those times was only to cement a sense of his control in my mind, not because he was satisfying a sexual desire of his own. In that sense, he was a pure Sadist, who took pleasure not just in my suffering, but through the exquisite suffering that he could only achieve by his wholesale, thorough, systematic deconstruction of my intimate sex. And he took pleasure in that suffering for its own sake. He could be as kind as he was mercilessly cruel, and he was brilliant. I have never met anyone else like him.

…. without pause, Billy walked over to the desk and grabbed the ice bucket walking to the bathroom. I followed behind him taking in his small hairless body, breathing in the stench, my brain already working furiously, contemplating the sex that was to be had. For a man of his size, Billy had a big flaccid uncut cock, that he held as he began to fill the bucket with his highly charged, dark yellow chem piss. In no time at all the bucket was filled, and without hesitation I got on my knees and moved his cock into my mouth and began to guzzle what was left in his bladder. It was crude for sure and I was choking on it but I drank it anyway and we set the piss bucket on the floor. “Dam, Mr. insurance man, looks like you’re as big a pig as me,” Billy chuckled, “and I’m the biggest pig I know.” I was so fucked up and furiously turned on, pulling back his foreskin, god this was rude, but all I could do was cockslobber and deep throat his ever swelling dirty dick. Billy pulled his dripping cock out of my throat, walked back into the room and came back to the bathroom with the box of toys that he had rescued. He dumped the entire box into the bathtub and I just sat there on the cold wet tile, panting, and staring at all the devices to make our pig sex significant. Billy turned on the tub, got down on his knees, and begin washing off the mud from his toy collection. Without thinking about it I got down behind him, pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and began eating his ass out for all I was worth. It was just horrible, but spun as I was I didn’t care, the animal in me was roaring. Billy kept moaning and groaning and finally I came up for air, his reek and musk throughly impregnating me now. “I wanna eat you some now,” Billy suggested. As twisted as I was, I was a bit hesitant. Many years on the road had given me a real case of “roids” and I didn’t think any man would want to go down on that. Besides, I hadn’t exactly had time to clean out and prepare to bottom. I explained this to Billy, who of course just laughed and said “let me be the judge of that.” Oh my God was I really going to let this happen? Well fuck yeah I figured why not and we switched places, me looking at all the wet toys in the tub, while Billy gave me the rimming of a lifetime, my cock so hard and full of desire. Not being into full on scat, it was fortunate that I spied a big red bag, hose and nozzle still intact laying there in the bathtub. When Billy came up for air I suggested that we use it to clean ourselves out, at least a bit so that we could get up in each other‘s ass - full on. Billy didn’t care in the least but was agreeable, and so we filled the bag and I took the first turn, holding in the full volume and then sitting on the toilet and letting it go. All the while Billy was between my legs sucking my dick. It was so nasty it was so perverted I was so spun and so in lust. Then we switched. Billy took the whole bag in a heartbeat, sat down on the throne to release it, and in the ultimate trill of insanity I deep throated his cock, as he leaked t-piss down my throat. When I thought that we couldn’t get anymore high and turned on, Billy suggested that we each take a cup of T-piss and bump it and so we did. Only this time, instead of shitting it out down the hatch, first Billy and then I took turns squatting in the tub, the other backing up to our faces and pushing our noxious fluids into each other’s mouths. I was officially crushed, sweating furiously, breathing the stink deeply and so mindlessly hard and ready for the real play to begin. And so, by the looks of it, was Billy. As we got on with the business of having pure unfiltered animal sex, lasting all through the night, I kept reminding myself that there were many visits to come, delivering insurance proceeds, checking on progress and having as much of this pig party as I could handle. Billy, the trailer park trash of my dreams, became my whole reality.

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

You are correct. I used that word once in a post and got the same result. I was surprised, as you mentioned it is simply a descriptor. My kinky fantasies... I love sex in water. Showers, pools, lakes... the bigger the better. My fantasy is to have a threesome or moresome where I am sucking cock underwater while being fucked. One man after another gripping my ass or head, holding me under for their pleasure. Letting me up as they please for that gasp of air before taking me down again. The risk of taking too long to get them off, maybe driving someone so crazy with my mouth he won't let me up until I finish him. The vastness of the body of water we are in heightens the feeling of helplessness which feeds my submissive leanings. Thanks to someone for pointing out I may have posted something here I shouldn't!

Since I asked, I will go first- My biggest turn ONS when seeing a guy’s profile are: - That he’s direct and clear about what he wants (and it coincides with what I want). - That his profile text signals that he is confident without being arrogant or cocky. - That his profile text signals that he is sex positive. - Posts clear pics that show both what he looks like and what sort of pigginess he enjoys. My biggest turn OFFS when seeing a guy’s profile are: - No pics. - That he talks only about what he DOESN’T like, in other words, he speaks in negatives only. - That his profile text suggests that he is sex negative. Usually these are the “straight” guys with a woman who feel deep seated shame about meeting men and consequently treat gay men like they are inferior and just a quick transaction. - That his profile text is overly arrogant and/or aggressive. You know the type- the guy who sounds like he’s looking for a fight more than he is looking to fuck. That type of text suggests small dick energy and even if he does actually have a big dick, most of those types are terrible in bed. - Guys whose profiles are predominantly about partying.

FINALLY I managed to write another chapter for this. Sorry for delay! *** Part 4: Webcam Nothing could be done; I waited some more minutes in the car but hope vanished fast enough: my chaser clearly changed his mind! Something didn't sound right though, why did he call me “Gifter” during our goodbye hug? I was sure, he acted under someone else's influence and I had to find a way to have him back. “Poz load still available”, I typed a message to him; “I’m still here at your house. Unlock the door and let me come over!” “It’s not as it seems”, he texted back; “I want to be converted on my childhood bed. Allow me to decide how to lose my neg status!” He could be free to do whatever with his negativity, true, but it’s mutual: the virus is mine and I decide when, how and if! I got out of my car and walked close enough to the door, just to see and hear it unlock from inside. Entering his house was matter of seconds but I had other plans. “Gimme some minutes!” Then I took control of his social networks: I knew how to break profiles and I pretended to be him with his relatives, friends and co-workers; gradually, his life was going to change thanks to me! Satisfied, I drove home; my revenge had to show its long-term effects but I was aware it could take some time. Blasting my charged load into my official partner was not what I wanted most, but horny as I was it seemed the only solution not to waste it. “Ben, already home?” My boyfriend freaked out; he was resting on the couch and expected me to be away for the whole night. “You were right”, I said hugging him; “that bug chaser, Jeff, was a complete flake! He has forced me to drive him home, leaving me high and dry.” “This is not the way to treat a guy like you”, he smiled kissing me; I didn’t push him away this time and soon enough we were making out on our bed. “Honey, I have an idea”, he smiled. That was a miracle! He returned the sweet and romantic man I knew, before he became jealous of my sexting buddy. He stared at the webcam pointing straight to the bed and grinned even more. “Michael, forget it”, I told him seriously. “I’ll NEVER turn this off! It must stay here! If you want to make peace with me, you accept this camera always directed towards us!” “It will stay”, he assured me; “fuck me and show the asshole you’ve easily replaced him! Show him you want to convert me!” I couldn’t help myself: I remained just a week out of town for the conference, and my boy turned into a complete pig without warning! I quickly took my clothes off, then rolled him on his back. Maybe my viral load was already detectable or not, I had no way to ensure about it but lust was overcoming any rational thinking. Fuck argues, fuck discussions and whatever. Just both of us and our desires! “Poz me”, he begged but pushed me away when I opened the lube bottle. “You’re a tease”, I said spanking him hard; “you know what happens to people behaving like this?” I stared at the cam, then at my phone. “The video is streamed over the Internet right now, say goodbye to your old vanilla life!” “It’s gone already”, he grinned; “go to the bathroom and get my toothbrush! Quick!” He wants it rough? And rough it will be! A brand new toothbrush with hard bristles was lying on the sink’s side and when I reached the bed with the object in my hand, his ass was exposed on the edge to give me more access. “No, not like this”, I suggested. “You’d better stay doggy style with your ass towards the camera.” Before he could change his position, I took a picture of him and sent it to my fan’s Breeding Zone inbox: “your gifter has a good replacement”, I wrote. “You’re no longer my first!” And then another photo with the bloody toothbrush I just extracted from my boy's ass: “these bristles are hard enough to make you bleed too. I shoved it into my guy and he enjoyed it, shame on you that don’t know what you’re missing! Access the link I give you and enjoy!” I closed the web site and guided my boyfriend to the right position: on his back, center of the bed, with webcam recording any single move of ours, faces included. “Tell me what you want, Mike!” I ordered; “tell the world, what you want.” “Fuck me”, he said. “Fill my hole!” His legs were up in the air but I did not enter im yet, despite my dick was already leaking toxic precum. “Say it”, I commanded again, “I want you to say it aloud!” He turned red, conscious of the cam recording us and the computer screen showing the visits counter increasing second after second. “We’re making money on this”, I shouted at the microphone. “Everyone wants to see me pozzing a guy in live streaming! Say it or I’ll punish you!” “Give me your fucking HIV”, he finally screamed looking at the camera. “I crave it, poz me up, Benjamin! Please!” I didn’t need to be told twice: with a single thrust I entered his bleeding ass making him yelp in pain. “Last chance to turn back”, I warned; “my toxic precum is already infecting your insides!” “Turn back? What’s turn back?” A message came from the live stream’s chat but we ignored it; my boy pushed me even deeper despite the pain, so I started pounding him harder and harder. This was an angry fuck, honestly; after some sexless weeks because of my fan’s useless promises my partner and I had to recover the opportunities we missed, although we both knew time and distance had increased chances for my viral load to grow and him to be finally converted. “I am getting close”, I announced pounding his hole faster; he was still bleeding and some drops were staining our sheet. “Take all my poz cum!” I yelled, spewing his insides with my viral cum. I collapsed on him, completely sweaty and spent but with a big smile on my face. The cam was still broadcasting over the Internet, while he thanked me between pantings. I had no time to check notifications during our after sex bliss but I knew my e-mail was full of Breeding Zone’s private message warnings. “Your fan”, my partner whispered after a while. “I saw your tablet! He wants a second chance! Message him!”

This guy wanted to fuck me but kept backing out So today he texted me and wanted to come over Sure but I was expecting another backing out. to my surprise he showed up Great dick All he wanted to go was fuck And that he did He came quickly but shot a big load in me. guess app does work

Brian feasted on the dinner that Wyatt carefully prepared for his man. After Brian ate his fill, he settled in for the evening while Wyatt cleaned up the dinner dishes. When he finished, Brian told him to some sit with him. Brian had taken off his shirt and Wyatt cuddled up against him. Brian asked him about his day at school and Wyatt told him all about it. Wyatt explained that they had taught the boy's how to be better lovers for their men. Brian said he was looking forward to seeing what Wyatt had learned. Wyatt started sucking on Brian's nipples and Brian leaned his head back and enjoyed the stimulation. Wyatt then turned his attention to the big man's armpits. He absolutely loved the scent of sweat and musk of Brian. He rubbed his face all over so he could wear the scent of his man. Brian's cock was straining against his jeans and he stood up and scooped the smaller Wyatt into his arms. "Time for bed boy but I ain't ready to sleep just yet". Brian carried him to the bed and sat him down. Wyatt wasted no time in stripping Brian naked and then got naked himself. Wyatt pushed Brian flat on the bed and told him that tonight he would do the work for Brian to just lay back and enjoy. Wyatt started by again sucking and teasing the leaking cock of Brian. He then climbed up and straddled his guy, lining up his hole ( the instructors called them boy pussies) and then teased by letting it rub against his tight sphincter. He could feel the precum lubing his formerly virgin hole. He would let the glans slightly penetrate and pull off making Brian very horny. After a bit, Brian put his hands on Wyatt's hips and slowly pulled him down onto his rigid shaft. The boy sunk down lower and lower, his eyes closed in a bit of pain but determined to take it all. Finally he felt Brian's balls and full pubes nestled against his ass. They sat like that for a bit, Wyatt feeling the big cock throb and flex inside of him. Brian passed the bottle of poppers to Wyatt and commanded him to take 6 big whiffs. He did and his pussy relaxed. Wyatt then started rocking on the cock in him, the lifting himself up before dropping back down. Brian was lifting Wyatt up more and more and soon was pistoning inside his boy's pussy. Wyatt would shudder each time he felt that big head graze his prostate. Fuck this feels good Wyatt said. His own cock was rock hard too and leaking, pooling on Brian's flat abs. The closer Wyatt got to orgasm, the harder he bounced on that dick. Suddenly Wyatt started almost convulsing as his orgasm hit him. His pussy was convulsing with him and Brian couldn't hold back any longer. He came inside the boy as the boy shot his load all over Brian's chest. They were both sweaty when it subsided and Wyatt dutifully started cleaning up his spunk off Brian and then cleaned up Brian's cock as well. Brian was amazed how far Wyatt had progressed in just a few days. As Brian lit another cigarette, he told Wyatt, " I think you earned an A tonight on your homework". Wyatt beamed at the compliment and snuggled up beside him. "Thank you Sir, I just want to make you happy"

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

When I go out looking for sex I never carry condoms with me. And when a ass wants to be fucked by me I always make clear to them that my cock will lose any interest in shooting a load. My cock does not like a condom. My cock wants to smell and for real feel the inside of a pussy or ass and no latex. My cock wants to be covered in body fluids that are not mine.... and take on the smell and taste of the other person. After any fucking I did.. I never clean/wash my cock for days. (my cock is with foreskin).

Dad’s Basement - Part Eight I woke up late in the day. Dad was already arisen and had left my bed. My hole ached from all the fucking last night, to the point of pain when I moved. Carefully climbing out of bed, I set off to search for Dad. The house was quiet, sunlight pierced through the blinds, lighting the rooms. Dad was sitting in his chair, naked, legs spread wide, his big cock hung soft over his balls with the head almost touching the seat of his chair. He was sipping a cup of coffee. “Morning,” I said. “Almost evening, Son.” I shrugged, moving slowly towards the kitchen, gingerly nursing my aching hole. I could feel the dried cum breaking away from the skin on my thighs as I walked. In the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee, taking it back to the living room where Dad waited, easing myself into a seated position on the sofa. “Sore, Son?” “More like 'pain', Dad.” “I can call Doc and have him come check you out, if you'd like.” “Might not be a good idea with what happened last night.” “He’s cool.” With that Dad reached for his cell phone. I ignored him as he called the doctor. I just wanted to drink my coffee and then go for a hot shower, then maybe sleep after. I felt the warmth of the coffee hit my stomach and spread through out my body. “Son, Doc will be here in a couple of hours. Drink up, go get cleaned up inside and out. I know your hole is sore, but try.” “Okay, Daddy.” Taking my coffee I disappeared down the hall to the bath room, leaving Daddy alone and naked. After I had showered I felt quite refreshed, and I delicately cleaned-up my hole for the doc. The effort was painful but I mustered through it. When I returned to the living room, Dad was in his chair still naked, but looking as if he had also cleaned up. Not wanting to freak out the Doc, I had pulled on a pair of gym shorts. “Lose the shorts, Son," Dad recommended, adding "It ain’t like he hasn’t seen it all before.” My face went red, but I hooked my thumbs in my shorts, dropped them and stepped out. I flopped down on the sofa, looking at Dad with my 'what ever' face. “Don’t make that face, boy! I will redden your ass quick.” “Yes, Daddy.” Scarcely ten minutes later the door bell rang. I glanced at Dad, who grinned as he recommended “Don’t keep him waiting. He charges by the hour.” I got up and headed to the door. Holding the knob, I hesitated opening it until the bell rang again. I turned the knob and pulled, exposing my naked body to the Doc on the other side. I felt my face flush as he looked down at my cock and balls hanging down between my legs, then back up to my eyes. “Well, well, Matt you have grown and seem to still be growing,” Doc said. I was growing, my cock that is. It was filling with blood, slowly pointing up and up and up. Who's cock wouldn't grow when a muscle monster was at your door. I felt my face go flush and quickly stepped out of the way allowing Doc to enter. “I see I am over dressed here, Drew,” Doc said. Dad and I shared the name Matthew, but we each went by a different shorter version. “Nothing stopping you from changing that, Doc,” Dad replied. After shutting the door, I stepped just inside the living room. The Doc’s back was to me, but I could see that he was unbuttoning his shirt. His biceps bulged as he did. It wasn’t long until his shirt tail was pulled out of the waist of his pants, removed from his body and dropped to the floor. His back was covered in tattoos. I watched from behind as he stepped out of his shoes, kicking them over with his shirt. He lifted his legs to removed his socks, one leg at a time, causing the pants covering his ass to stretch tight. He looked over his shoulder at me, and grinned as he undid his belt, the button of his pants, then lowered his fly. He pushed his pants to his ankles, revealing his muscular ass in the process. His legs were massive tree trunks. He stepped out of his pants. He, like my Dad and I, was now naked. “So, Drew what brings me here today? You were very vague on the phone.” “Well, Doc to be completely honest, Matt joined the club last night.” “I see” replied Doc, “We need to make sure conversion happened. Or is it something else” “His hole.” What the fuck was happening? Doc seemed like what happened was normal, as if a Dad fucking his son and passing his disease is normal. I should acknowledge, however, that even as I was thinking this, I couldn’t take my eyes off the Doc’s ass. “Son, wipe the drool from your mouth,” Dad said, adding "There will be time for that later. Now, let Doc examine your hole.” Doc turned to give me a frontal view of his naked body. He was muscular just like Dad, just smooth. His cock was hanging low between his legs. On his right hip was a scorpion tattoo, black with a red cross in it. “Like my ass, boy?” Doc asked. "My cock is better!” I quickly smiled and looked away. Resuming, Doc said "Okay, let’s get started then. Lay back on the sofa and get your legs high in the air. Drew sit on the back of the sofa, grab his ankles and spread them. I need a good view of that puckered, puffy boy pussy.” My mouth dropped open. I could not believe what was happening. Was this Doc even a legit doctor? “Don’t just stand there Boy, get your ass in gear” Dad snapped. I jumped and got on the sofa, throwing my legs up. Dad moved quickly and sat on the back taking hold of my ankles, spreading them wide. Doc dropped to his knees in front of me. Taking my ass cheeks in his hand, initially he rubbed them, but then, without warning, slapped my right cheek, followed by his fingers circling closer and closer to my hole, which sent chills through my body. It didn’t take long until his fingers were circling my hole, pressing the outer ring, gently at first then much harder. He lifted his right arm into the air, pointing at my Dad. “Suck it. I need lube to examine inside.” Dad bent forward, sucked Doc’s finger in, sucking it as if it was a hard cock. I watch spit run out of his mouth and down Doc’s finger, earning a complement from Doc: “Chrome off a bumper.” Once wet Doc jammed his finger into my hole. I jumped, wincing from the pain. It circled inside, feeling the inside of my used pussy. His finger moved in and out, sliding from tip to base. My mind was shocked. Doc was finger-fucking my boy pussy. “Drew, honestly it seems fine to me. The puckering will go down,” Doc said. “Good” Dad replied, “so no permanent damage.” “Nope.” Dad smiled, not in happiness, but with a twisted look. He was looking at the Doc, who was slowly standing up. “Look at that massive man cock, boy,” Daddy commanded. My eyes darted down to the Doc’s crotch. Holy Fucking Shit. His cock was not only long but thick as fuck. It had to be a foot long, and as thick as a baby’s arm. The head on it was as big as an crab apple. “Teasing the Doc with a puffy puckered boy pussy is not good,” Doc commented with a smile. “When his cock gets hard like that Son, the only way for it to go down is to fuck a boy pussy and breed it,” Dad added. Doc spit in his palm and rubbed it on the head of his cock. He started to squat down to line up his cock with my hole, then stopped, commenting "He might need a big hit to take this. Luckily I have a fresh bottle with me to administer to the patient.” He turned and grabbed his pants, reaching inside the pocket getting a brown bottle which he handed it to me. I knew the drill. I unscrewed the cap, placing it under my nose and took a deep inhale, in both nostrils. “Again,” Doc commanded. Already feeling the effects of my first hits, I did it again, this time my body relaxed more. “Again,” Dad insisted. Fuck, following the instructions again I inhaled. I could feel my heart beat in my temples as well as hear it pounding in my ears. I watched Doc squat again, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, aiming himself at my hole, pushing himself in with one long, deep stroke. My hole stretched, the pain intensified the deeper his cock went it. I could feel it pushing against the second ring inside me. Doc ran his hand over my stomach, feeling the out line of his massive cock in me. “Relax, Son.” I concentrated on my breathing, in and out. Doc kept pushing building the pressure on my second ring, until it popped and he pushed through. I closed my eyes, through the pain on my hole was slowly easing, pleasure was emerging. I felt Doc’s balls against my ass. He was all the way in. Looking up, I saw Dad’s hard cock floating above, pre-cum already flowing from the piss slit. “Ready boy?” Doc asked. I nodded yes. He pulled his cock completely out, then rammed it all the way in. The jolt of pain shoot throughout my body as he hit bottom, only to feel it pull out again, then slam in. Over and over this rough fuck happened. Doc grunted over and over as he drove his cock in my boy pussy. “The scorpion is going to strike, boy” Doc said, “It's highly toxic.” I smiled, giving his my approval to shoot his toxic load into my pussy. I started to push into him as he drove forward into my ass. I tried to met each thrust of his cock inwards. His balls were slapping my ass. His cock didn’t take long to thicken. I knew his balls would empty his poz load deep into me soon. “Tell me boy. What do you want?” “I want your disease, Doc.” “Well, if you are going to put it that way, here it comes.” He rammed his massive cock deep into my hole, falling on top of me, trapping me under his muscular frame. His body was relaxed, heavily weighing me down. I felt Dad move from his position above me. “Stay just like that Doc” Dad said. Briefly I wondered if Dad was going to slid into Doc’s hole, but no, instead I felt Dad’s cock pushing along side Doc's cock. I tried to protest, but Doc quickly moved his hand over my mouth and put more his weight on me. Dad push hard against the edge of my hole, under Doc’s cock, which was surprisingly still hard. I could feel Dad’s head pushing in, stretching my full hole. Tears welled in my eyes. As Dad’s head popped inside my hole I screamed into Doc’s hand. “Hush Hush Boy, Don’t cry. Daddy will make it better,” Doc murmured. Somehow the poppers were placed under my nose and I quickly inhaled deep, over and over. Feeling my hole relax from the rush, Dad slid his cock in until he could not go any further. The pain was unbearable. Doc had locked eyes with me, and was intensely staring. I knew then there was no escape. Dad started to pump his cock in and out of my hole, rubbing against Doc’s cock and my hole. The pressure of two cocks stretching me open began to subside. I moaned from behind Doc’s hand. He slowly lifted it away from my mouth, ready to replace in case I screamed again. Still locked eye to eye with Doc, he moved his lips closer to mine and kissed me. Dad’s cock still sliding in and out. Doc and I kissed as Dad pumped faster and faster. He pushed in and shot his poz load into me, adding to Doc’s as well as coating Doc’s cock. “Going to shoot again,” Doc announced with satisfaction as his cock pulsated, blowing his load deep into my body. The friction of Dad’s cock and, presumably, the pulsations of Dad's cock had pushed Doc over the edge for a second time. Dad withdrew, and then pulled Doc's cock out of my body. "Son, you should see your hole, gaping, puffy, cummy, and raw,” Dad commented with pride. “Such a good boy,” Doc added. I lowered my legs and relaxed. I could not believe that my hole was used again, taking it further than before. I could only imagine what was next. “After last night and today Drew, I don’t see how he won't develop the fuck-flu and convert,” Doc said. "Call me when he is sick and I'll drop by.” “I will.” Doc collected his clothes, dressed and left. I sat motionless on the sofa, my back and leg muscles aching from the prolonged effort to remain aloft. My cock throbbed seeking release. My hole throbbed from being stretched open, but my mind was on cock, cum and disease. Dad sat back down in his chair, his cock hanging between his legs, drooling cum. I watched him until my eyes closed and I fell deep asleep.

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...

Sorry pigs, circumstances kept me away...hope I can pick up the story to your satisfaction: “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course. I was so high and horny at that point that I think my jaw must have literally made a snapping sound when my mouth flung open. Bud's "pig feed" (meth for those who have forgotten) had me flying high, and I had my second dildo ever in my hole. I knew, like I knew how to breathe, that the thing missing was a man's cock in my mouth. Bud just stood there, cock arrow straight, pointing towards my mouth, which by now was watering like crazy. It took a minute for my brain to break through the chem haze and realize that, once more, the choice to move forward was being left to me. That truly obnoxious voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn't too late to stop yet, his cock hadn't entered my body - I could still say "no". I think the voice knew that the moment a real man's cock entered me, everything would change. But really, at this point, I wasn't going to say "no". I moved my mouth forward to swallow Bud's monster cock. The first few inches had barely entered my mouth when he stopped me. "Gently, faggot" he said, "you gotta work your way up to the whole thing or you'll choke." So I just focused on the first few inches of his cock. The taste was incredible - the only way I could describe it was sweaty bread, that yeasty damp taste from wearing briefs. I thought that I had never tasted anything so good in my life. When Bud's hand moved, I knew he thought I was ready to take more, so I moved to the half way point. At that point, I realized that I wasn't really doing much, just savoring the cock, so I started to tentatively suck. I could tell by the pleased noise that Bud made that I was doing well. Then, unfortunately, I lost concentration on my chem-fueled ass muscles, and the dildo in my hole started to slip out. Bud noticed my predicament, and solved it the simplest way possible...he walked forward, forcing me back so that my hole was against the wall...the dildo hit home again, secure in my hole, and I lurched forward on the rest of his cock. It turns out that Bud didn't need to worry - my throat and his cock were a perfect fit. I don't know if I wasn't born with a gag reflex, or maybe the tina/poppers combo was responsible, but it was hitting my voice box and I was in pig heaven. Bud fussed with something out of sight, then brought the mirror with fresh lines back into my field of vision. Since I was clearly occupied, he held the straw for me to slip my nose onto - only this time he didn't just give me two lines, he made me take all four (well, made me is a little harsh...I was clearly equating his "pig feed" with intense pleasure now, so I was going to take all that he would give me, however it came). Once the lines were up my nose and I was reeling, he brought the little brown bottle to my nose and reminded me to inhale until he told me to stop, first one nostril, then the other. I was completely out of it now, throat full of cock, ass full of dildo, head full of chemicals. That’s when Bud began to speak. “Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. “”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course, now let’s give you a water break.” Coming soon (I PROMISE) part 5

"Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." I don’t know that I could put into words the feeling of being high as a fucking kite and slamming your virgin-ish ass straight onto a dildo. If you’ve never done it, you just can’t understand. For those of you who have done it, you’ll never forget the feeling. I’m not actually sure how much time passed with me just zoning into the feeling before Bud leaned forward and said, “Hey boy, that hole isn’t going to fuck itself”. This presented the next problem – how was I, restrained ankle to wrist on both sides, impaled on a dildo with no leverage, going to fuck myself? The chemicals in my system, and the chemicals just introduced into my system by the dildo, mixed together to provide a brainstorm. Beds, I thought, have mattresses and box springs. Box springs, I thought, have, well, springs. Springs, I concluded triumphantly, make you bounce. Much to Bud’s delight, I managed to slowly start to bounce myself up and down on the bed, which succeeded in making the dildo slide in and out just enough to give my hole the sensation of being fucked. Bud sat back and grinned, “Nature always finds a way, right boy?” I grunted in response, caught up in the intensity of the action. The interesting thing that hadn’t occurred to me at this point was that the entire time, ever since being woken up to my step-dad playing with my ass, I hadn’t spoken more than two words, sticking entirely to animalistic noises. There was no gag or any other impediment to speaking, I was just too caught up in everything to enunciate my feelings verbally. Something else that I hadn’t really focused on was the fact that despite my cock being out of commission (I seem to recall that happening to some people when they “partied”), I did get some blood rushing to it every time Bud called me “boy” or “faggot” in a derogatory tone. Of course, I guess if I overanalyzed everything, it would take quite a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I had my eyes closed, so caught up in the chemically induced sexual euphoria and making certain that the dildo bouncing in and out of my hole was hitting all the rights spots, that I didn’t notice that Bud had stopped his masturbating, gotten out of the chair, and come to stand over me again. Actually my first clue was when a hand was place on either one of my shoulders and he shoved me down on the dildo, hard. I don’t think I had ever felt such an intense moment of pain and pleasure so completely balanced, and if my cock had been in full working order, I would have shot the biggest load you’ve ever seen. As it was, the feeling just kept going and going, and I was definitely whimpering as Bud forced me to look into his eyes again. “You went from virgin to fucking whore in 60 seconds, didn’t you, boy? I’m impressed”, he said. More pressure on my shoulders led to louder whimpering. His cold blue eyes narrowed, “Now, you’ve been making entirely too much noise, boy. I think we need to keep your mouth occupied.” He stroked his monster cock a couple times, and I think I gurgled in the back of my throat. “First though,” he said, “I think you have outgrown this tiny toy, don’t you?” He pushed me so that my back was against the wall again, and my hole, filled with the dildo, was exposed. He took the end of the dildo in his hand, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “This is probably going to fucking hurt, boy,” he said, “but something tells me that you’ll like it.” Then he jerked the dildo out of my hole in one swift, painful pull. All I had time for was a gasp before it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t even really the pain that I minded so much as the feeling of being empty, because I knew that I needed to be filled. But then there were Bud’s fingers, three of them this time, and since they tingled and burned where they passed, I knew that he was giving me more “pig feed” as he like to call it. I lost myself a little in the enjoyment of feeling his fingers slide further and further in. While his one hand was occupied he grabbed my chin again with the other and we looked into each other’s eyes. “You are just loving this, you faggot,” he said, “you haven’t even noticed that I’m keeping my hand still and you are the one shoving yourself further onto it.” Another moment, and he ordered, “Open your mouth.” It was pretty much impossible for me not to obey Bud’s orders at this point, so I did. He looked at me again, gauging me I think, and then calmly spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth. “Swallow, boy” he sharply ordered, so I did. That made him grin. “Fucking faggot boy,” he grinned, “Nature at her finest.” Then he pulled his fingers out. “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course.” Coming soon, part 4.

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

If you could have one, what would it be? I would pick shapeshifting. Imagine all the endless possibilities in every aspect of your life. For example in sex, you could be a man or a woman and you could have sex with every one you want (almost).

I plan to have a long weekend in blackpool/NW. Can anyone recommend a good place (s) to go for sleazy fuck fun?

This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.

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THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

Billy, or William as he was named on insurance documents, lived in a trailer park down near the railroad tracks. He was a dirty, always ripe pig of a man and a handyman in and around town. His trailer got hit pretty bad in a storm and he was lucky enough to have insurance and I was lucky to be assigned the claim on behalf of his insurance company. I decided to see other losses in his area and drove overnight, staying at a local motel in the town where Billy lived. After getting myself settled I drove out to the trailer park and it was pretty well wrecked, with a couple people picking over their belongings. When I drove up to Billys place, he was standing there kicking around at the wreckage. I walked up to him and introduced myself, and immediately got a big hit of his body odor, chem sweat and overall musk, and my cock got hard. Billy was 60 but looked older. About 5’7 and 120 pounds maybe, lean, grey oily hair n beard, with old faded tats. It was hot, and he was wearing a dirty, sweaty, t-shirt, overalls boots. As I took him all in, I can’t believe how turned on I was. Expressing my sorrow for his loss, i explained the process of getting him back in his home, but Billy didn’t seem to care very much except for the money that he was being paid to live, as it turns out in the local motel where I was staying, and what he was going to get for a new, furnished trailer. I continued to tell him that I needed to take some notes and walk around and look at the debris, to figure out how much we were going to pay him. As we walked around, and picked through the loss I quickly realized that $15,000 would be more than enough to replace all of the worthless junky shit strewn about. I have a practiced eye for loss and when I was looking through the mud and debris I noticed an assortment of broken glass pipes and assorted party goods. I also spotted an overturned dresser drawer with dildos lubes, and the remains of a sling, partially buried under the mud, wood and siding. At first I wasn’t going to mention anything to Billy, but deal with it later in my report as something or other, but he surprise me when he brought it up casually. “guess whatever you’re going to give me will be enough for me to replace my playthings, huh“ “Good that I made sure to grab my stash.“ Sure, I responded startled,” it looks like you have a nice collection of things that’s been damaged or lost.” Billy just smiled at me, where I noticed his shitty dental work, and that he was eating chew. As we walked through the rest of the mess, he spit a great big gob on the pile, I guess as an act of goodby and good riddance. With total perversion on my mind, and billy’s stink in the air, I knew that I was going to turn this into a very good, easy insurance loss, and a personal must have for me. It was hot and steamy outside and I was really sweating a lot, so I suggested to Billy that I was going to go back to the hotel to write up my notes, and maybe I’d see him there, later. he was good with that, and only wanted to know if he could pick through some things for personal belongings. Sure I said and left. A couple hours later I was ready to go out to the waffle house and grab something to eat, and as I was walking out of my room, there was Billy taking things into his room down the way. I walked up to him and immediately got turned on again, and asked him if he had found things that he can salvage. Yeah sure he said, “just bringing in a couple of boxes. I also grabbed a six pack of beer and they’re still cold if you want to have one.” Absolutely I replied and Billy carried the final box into his motel room, and I followed him through the door for what would turn out to be hours of chem-fuled pig sex of unimaginable proportions. There on the floor of his room where two boxes of salvaged dildos, plugs and a salvaged pipe or two, and on the night table was a torch, a new bowl and other works. Billy was absolutely 100% unashamed of the display, and he could care less it seemed. His only concern was that I wasn’t the law, when he said to me, “hey you insurance guys aren’t like police or attorneys or investigators are you?“ “Nah,” I replied, “ feel free to do what you enjoy man. As a matter of fact I like a lot of what you are into,” I found myself saying. “No shit” Billy said, “that’s excellent. I did take a little bit of the insurance money that you paid me to stay here, and I have some fresh party supplies, so let’s go for it.!” That’s exactly what we did. Billy pointed to the small refrigerator and told me to help myself to beer, and he quickly loaded the pipe, torched it and took a huge hit, coughing. “Fuck man that’s so good,“ he wheezed, and said here man let me give you a hit. He got up close to me and me the pipe fired up and I took a deep blast, which quickly resonated throughout my body. I made sure to stand near him and in hell the stench thinking about how absolutely perverted we were going to get. He took the pipe again and took a big hit, and as he was right near me I put my mouth up to his and he shotgunned it into my throat, followed by a stream of chewjuice. “Oh that was good” Billy declared. “ I’ve been hitting it a lot today, but this one was just as good as the last.”. “Are you really into the other thing?” said Billy as he looked over at the box of dirty toys. Grinning I said “getting dirty and filthy with you is what my dreams are made of, pig.” we quickly got naked, savoring the moment, and when Billy suggested that he needed to piss, I told him to do so in the ice bucket…

So some neighbors came over to get some plants, one maybe 50, the other maybe 25, and they both had silver rings on their thumbs and index fingers. They're a Daddy/son couple, and it reminded me that I've seen this occasionally at the bars, etc. Does anyone know the significance? What do the silver (and only that metal) rings, and the placement on only thumbs and index fingers mean?

It's not that simple. The US recently got a large shipment of vaccine doses from Denmark (where they are manufactured). Both my shots came from there. More are coming. [think before following links] https://www.wsj.com/articles/fda-clears-danish-monkeypox-vaccine-plant-paving-way-for-use-of-doses-in-u-s-11658952436 (Paywall) Also, this was a surprise. No one knew it was coming. It was a bad set of circumstances, compounded, and seems to me they're doing a pretty decent job coping. I live in New Orleans (which isn't always the best organized place) and getting the vaccine was easy. There have been multiple vaccine clinics at bars (both the Corner Pocket and the Phoenix) and local health people seem to be on top of it. As gay men it is incumbent on US to protect our own health. Don't fuck as many people (or any) until you're fully vaccinated. You don't want it, a friend had it and it was very unpleasant. I had shingles as a teenager (with similar blisters) and it was NO FUN. It was all over my jerk off hand, so 15 year old me wasa SUPER DUPER unhappy about it.

Hey for sure you could handle it. If you focus on the results in your mind and not the idea of pain, then you will be fine. For me I had a gay tattooist who by agreement inked my hole whilst I was in his sling with my legs spread wide, (at my request) and that in itself gave me an added buzz 😉

Went to a gay sauna last night… bottomed for 6 guys…. A couple were hot a couple were not but I was horny and I wanted their load. Took around 7 loads as one came back later in the evening and had round two. Sucked a few other guys off that didn’t want to bb as well. It was a bit rough towards the end as I’m not use to that much cock in one evening but I pushed through it and enjoyed myself a lot.

Got on Sniffies this morning. Younger black guy asks if I am up for taking his load.... Silly question. 30 minutes later I am sitting here dripping cum from my fuck hole. The cock and fuck were just OK, but the cum in my ass is all the reward I really need. Been a great week!

I’m with you. The last thing I want to do is fuck with the computer while I’m getting plowed. When my buddy would whore me out at the bathhouse he would have the camera rolling by the time I arrived so it wasn’t wasting time. It was the voyeurism that I enjoyed. Now that I use public slings the guys are watching me live and can join in if they’re interested.

It's primal just lile there are DOMS there are subs. i don't always like what's happenning to me while it's being done but later on when i see the makrs and bruising healing i know i please a REAL MAN and it fuels me to want more. ive been talking to a local DOM that says he wants to own my hole and says i ll be subject to whippings..i told HIM today that HE needs to whip my hole during the session. Me i wouldnt hurt a fly! Reading comments like this make my dick hard which reinforces to me that it's right for me. Hard to find MEN like YOU that take what YOU want. Haven't cum in three weeks but every lash i take replaces having an orgasm to get my stress out and put me at peace with myself

back in the day...mid 80's, I DJed at a local gay club, and when I finished, I would stop by a buddy who worked at an ABS. If there were any sexy poles, he would tell me to,"go check booth 9". I did and wow, a nice hot 8-inch blond piece. The blond showed off to the hole, kinda cat, and mouth (tee-hee). After I opened my mouth and got a taste of this blond disco stick, he pulled back, crouched down, and whispered. "Show me your hole." I dropped my pants, turned around, and pressed right up to the wall. (Slut that I was/AM.) i felt his finger lubing me up. With my lube dripping lube, I felt blondie, pushing his raw meat slowly all the way in. GOD, it felt fantastic! Blonde, apparently being a gentleman, gave me a moment to accommodate his rod, then started to draw back and plow in! In and Out pumping hard and deep...after what seemed like 30 minutes but was really only about 10, his cock swells up. He gives a hard jab and explodes raw deep jizz inside my hole. We stayed linked for a couple more minutes, then he jetted. My will cum dripping out my ass. Feeling properly used. It gave me energy and ideas for the next night of mixing..Keeping it hard and deep for the dance floor.

Great start! Can’t wait to see this boy be pozzed! Post the next part soon.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/yes-it-s-superthick-and-it-s-in-your-ass/

That's interesting. I feel that being totally ignored is more offensive than a polite, "no thanks". Is that just me?

I've had 2 MP doses and 4 total covid shots. Also looking forward to the covid shot with the ba4 and ba5 (as @read1 noted). Before pandemic I was a traveling slut. I'd fly 15-20 times per year visiting places for hook up purposes. I miss that life lots. That came to a screeching halt and then I changed careers during pandemic and am starting over at entry level so not only don't i have time to travel, but I also don't have the $$$. At home here I have a few regular buds which has been nice with regard to MP and COVID concerns, but I am planning a couple nights in the Philly area during Labor Day as my "summer vacation", and I'm hopefully going to get a small group together at my motel and have some fun at Club Philly and some of the other quality establishments in the area. I've never been the type to draw dozens and dozens of tops, and there's a ton of bottoms, I'm not greedy. I'll be satisficed with a few loads each day, and I'm hopeful that guys will follow the "if you're sick, stay home" rule which includes any signs of the MP.

For me, I was 24yo. I didn't have sex until i was much older. Back in the 80s, finding gay porn was tough. I had just moved from Texas where it was really tough to find anything gay much less get your ass beaten. Luckily, I ended up in Detroit and found quite a few bookstores with gay porn. I remember the entire experience of driving up and down Michigan Avenue where there were quite a few porn stores. Usually drinking beer and working up the nerve to go into one. When i finally did go into the bookstore, I found the gay section and noticed the theater section Usually sectioned off. After my usual ritual of drinking while driving around for a bookstore to go into, I finally worked up the courage to go into the theater section. I remember the smell, darkness and the individual booths playing porn. So after going into a booth, I remember (i can't remember if it was my first time putting my cock thru a hole), the guy sucking me while i was watching the video. I remember the guy on the otherside telling me to keep putting quarters in the slot so that the movie keeps playing. I remember the guy kept sucking me and using his hand to stroke. He also kept rubbing my groin alot to alternate between my cock, my balls and groin. I distinctly remember how good it felt at one time. Like his mouth grew tighter and warmer around my cock. I was already buzzing from the beer, but the feeling was awesome. I just pressed against the hole. He kept up the sucking (so I thought), and I remember saying I'm going to cum. He put his hand threw the hole and pulled my ass in. He said, it's ok. (It didn't register that the couldn't have talked if he was sucking me). He continued to milk me and I blew in him. Little did I know i was barebacking him. I was ashamed yet elated. (Back in those days, I was dealing with shame for being gay). I was also paranoid, but I remember going back to my apartment and stroking a few more loads out. I also remember how greasy my cock was but thought he just used some oil to make it easier to suck. Reflecting on that moment, I realized it was my first bareback through a glory hole. In a time with AIDs was prevalant along with STDS. I was fortunate not to contract anything. For years, I thought it was the best bj. It wasn't until I turned 45 and living in SF, that I experienced the same thing. In 2010, almost 25 years later, the guy at the gh used his mouth then backed up on my cock and thats when I recalled what I experienced back in 1985. I really never gave it much thought, I just knew that glory holes were and are my fetish to this day.

You're writing beautifully. Don't be too concerned with others desires, just let the story drive you. You know where to go, just trust it and whenever you think you should play it safe reject that notion and push the narrative deeper and darker. Go for the jugular. Kill your darlings. If it scares you to write, write it even more detailed than you want to.

The next chapter I was going to post was continuing on as Will comes back to Dominic, but an idea hit me which I'm going to go with instead. I'm writing a side chapter for the next chapter in which we will go back to see the first time Dominic saw Will at the gym. It's from Dominic's perspective, giving a bit of insight into everything leading up to him pozzing Will's hole. I'm still writing it, so it'll be a few days before it's posted. Then, I'll post the chapter continuing the story. I've also considered writing a prequel story about Dominic and how he was pozzed. Not sure if I'll do it, but it's a possibility. I've still got plenty of new characters to bring to you first. Glad to know so many of you either want to fuck Will or be fucked by Dominic.

I’ve never done it myself because I don’t want to take a laptop to the bathhouse. Earlier in my bathhouse career I had a buddy who would stream me from his room as he whored me out blindfolded. I was always real into it knowing there were other guys watching online.

Part 6 the point of no return Brad's mind was working at full speed, the chems still coursing through his body. He was immensely horny, yet he was still trying to take control of the situation. He had been kidnapped, drugged, tied up, had sucked a man and swallowed his seed, drank his own piss and his ass, his cunt had been fucked and he had begged for this himself. What happened to him, he found himself dirty from all that he had done but at the same time it wound him up. He was in a knot with himself. Did he still like women or did he from now on fall on men, he did not know anymore. He didn't know what to think or do anymore, he had to get out of here but because of that collar he couldn't get further than the door. The TV was still playing a horny porno movie. Brad couldn't control himself and watched it and he felt his cock fill with blood. He looked down at his cock and he noticed that he was getting aroused by seeing the men on the TV, the realization came in that he was definitely not straight anymore and he was not comfortable with this. He was a straight quarterback a real man, a guy who fucked pussies and not a fag who lay with his legs open to be fucked and suck dicks. Yet his hand went to his pole and he began to jerk himself off. He played with himself for a while and let go of his thoughts, still he couldn't cum and after more than an hour the chems had worn off. Due to the lack of chems in his body he began to get down and started and was exhausted, his body longed for another hit of chems. But the pipe and crystals were nowhere to be found. The door opened and Jack entered. Straighten up slut you've had enough rest. Brad stood up and went to stand next to the bed. He was still down and was shaking a little and starting to get cold. He knew what was happening to his body. It was already craving chems. He still wanted to fight it but he knew he would lose the battle. His mind was not strong anymore it was clouded by what had happened in the last few days. He was tired and hadn't had a real moment's rest. Jack saw that Brad was shaking and a grin appeared on his face. He knew Brad's body was craving chems and that he would do almost anything for it, this was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment when the straight quarterback would ask to get another shot and sober up on his knees to suck his cock. These are the moments to cherish he thought, the moment when a muscular dude becomes a real chem whore and you have him completely in your power. Is there something he asked Brad, Brad looked into his eyes and wanted to ask for chems in some form but he fought it. Jack looked at Brad grinning and thought to himself, let him fight it some more he will be craving some Tina soon anyway and then I will have him fully in my power. Bend over slut so I can pull out your plug. Brad bent over and Jack pulled the plug out and set it on the floor in front of Brad. On your knees and lick clean he said. Brad got down on his knees and took hold of the plug and he looked at it but he started to get disgusted at the idea of licking it. The plug was full of slime from his pussy, leftover seed and blood. Did I say you can hold it Jack said and he got a whipping on his back. Brad cried out and dropped the plug. Come on puppy clean lick. Tears sprang to Brad's eyes and he crawled on his hands and knees to the plug and carefully stuck out his tongue. Lick said I, I don't have all day. Brad carefully licked the plug and tasted the Jack's seed again. Faster, and he got another stroke on his back and one against his ass. A red welt became visible on his ass. Take it in your mouth like you would suck my pole slut. You can, you love nothing more than sucking my fat cock, you're a real slut and you shouldn't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Tears ran down Brad's cheeks and he opened his mouth and took the plug in as far as he could. Jack laughed, you see you can do it, it's not that hard slut. Embrace your new status and everything will be much easier. Brad was shocked that he didn't have to gag at the idea of him swallowing semen. He licked the plug clean and once it was clean Jack stroked his head. Good girl, next time you can do it faster. Again Jack asked Brad if he needed anything and again Brad tried to fight it but he wouldn't last long, his body was craving a new dose of chems. As you wish Jack said. He watched Brad twitch more and saw that he no longer had full control of his muscles. He came to stand in front of Brad with his limp cock. If you want a new high slut you have to ask, we are here to help each other slut. Brad couldn't fight it anymore and embarrassed and defeated came out of his mouth asking for a new dose of chems. What are you saying Jack said, I didn't understand you. Brad spoke a little louder, can I have another dose. That's not how you speak to your master slut, you know that and gave him a whack with the whip. Brad forgave the pain and then spoke loudly may I have another dose sir. That's better slut. You can get a shot if you work for it. You don't get anything for nothing. If you want Tina you will be allowed to pleasure me a little first. You can start by sucking my dick stiff. Brad opened his mouth and carefully took hold of the limp cock without any emotion and put it in his mouth. He needed a new hit Tina his body was begging for it. You can do better slut shouted Jack this way you won't get it stiff. If you, want to feel better you will have to show that you want to indulge my cock that you enjoy sucking my pole. Brad understood what Jack was saying and tried harder. But still he felt no change in his master's limp cock. He stopped for a moment and looked questioningly at Jack, hoping he would tell him what to do. I said that you have to show that you want to indulge my cock and that you love nothing more than to indulge a cock. Again he took the limp cock into his mouth and as he sucked on his master's cock he looked into his eyes. Something was happening to Brad. He saw Jack's approving look and it wound him up and he started sucking with more abandon and his own look changed, he was no longer without emotion but a little slut look came on his face. A look that betrayed that he was enjoying sucking a cock. Jack's pole grew hard. Jack enjoyed the transformation he saw unfolding in front of him for a moment longer and then pulled his stiff pole out of Brad's mouth. Brad wanted more and put his hands on Jack's ass and pulled the stiff pole toward his mouth. Are we getting greedy slut, haven't you had enough of your master's cock yet. Brad began to go into a trance and moaned and wanted that blissful rod in his mouth. He could just barely reach the large glans with his lips and eagerly licked at it with his tongue. He had now completely surrendered to his true self and really enjoyed sucking a cock. You're asking for it slut, I'll shove it down your throat and you won't get Tina until you swallow my seed. At the words seed and swallow, Brad felt a warm feeling rise and he opened his mouth as far as he could. Jack thrust his big black monster as deep as he could. Brad gasped as Jack's cock was completely in his throat. Jack began to thrust into Brad's mouth. From Brad's mouth, drool ran down his throat. Brad groaned and began to jerk his own pole with his hand. Jack was enjoying what he was seeing. The transformation was almost complete. He had transformed a tough straight guy into a cock craving bitch. Good girl, you're doing a good job but don't touch your cock. Keep sucking but good slut suck your master's stick you will get a nice dose of seed and Tina later. At those words Brad jumped up. His body would soon be fed a new load of Tina, he longed to be back in the clouds and flying. Jack pulled his cock back a little and let Brad suck and lick his cock again a little. After a few minutes of firm sucking from Brad, Jack felt he was going to squirt and pulled Brad's hair with both hands and said here it comes slut here you have been waiting for. Just swallow your master's dirty seed. Enjoy my babies let them fill your stomach and transform your mind into a cum craving whore. Brad felt his mouth fill with strands of seed and without thinking about it he eagerly swallowed the strings. He craved more and with each string that came out of his master's head of penis he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. The taste of his master's seed was delicious and he licked at the thick glans for as long as he could. Jack moaned heavily and after he finished he took hold of Brad's chin and looked deep into Brad's slut eyes and said he was proud of his slut. Brad's mouth was still open asking for more cock and seed and Jack flummoxed into Brad's mouth, Brad swallowed he eagerly. Do you think you deserve a hit of the pipe now slut. Brad looked at Jack longingly and nodded yes. Jack took his key and opened the cabinet took out the pipe and some crystals. He had put the chems in the cabinet and locked it so Brad would sober up and crave Tina. His plan had worked because Brad ate out of his hand and he did just as planned. He took the pipe and held it out to Brad. Brad who couldn't control himself anymore and had to get a hit Tina and took the pipe in his hand. So rushed, can't do without slut. Brad nodded embarrassed. Jack grinned, I'm glad to see you've become a real Tina whore, slut. We will have a lot of fun with you and you will get a lot of Tina if you do what is asked of you. Jack lit the pipe and the crystals began to melt, the smoke formed and Brad's eyes lit up at the sight of it forming. Once the pipe was filled with smoke he pulled in the smoke and held it for as long as he could. Release said Jack and Brad blew a big white cloud. Brad wanted another hit but Jack now took a firm pull from the pipe and held the smoke in and took hold of Brad and pushed his mouth onto Brad's and blew the smoke into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the warmth come back into his cold body, his spastic features began to lessen, he had more energy and he began to float slightly again. After a few more solid blows, he was ready to be used again. Jack put the pipe away and took out a bottle and told Brad to piss in it. Brad let his bladder run and the bottle filled with dark orange piss. Just show your master what kind of slut you are said Jack when Brad was done pissing. Just show your master how you thank him for the Tina he gave you. He handed the bottle of warm chem nectar to Brad who put it to his lips and in the horny intoxication of the Tina he had just received he poured the bottle down his throat and like an accomplished piss drink he drank the bottle empty. He felt the warm piss running down his throat and into his stomach and he was proud of himself, proud that he could please his master. For a moment, a moment of clarity returned and he wondered if this was the life he wanted but his horniness took over. Well done slut, your belly is now filled with your master's seed and your own chem piss. Soon you will be flying back like never before. Jack stuck his finger in the pouch of crystals and some grit stuck to it. He came up behind Brad and pushed his finger into the open pussy. Brad enjoyed the attention his pussy was getting and moaned in pleasure. He felt the burning sensation coming on and knew that soon he would be very hot get and would float back, that his pussy would scream to be filled and that he would let his true self come back out. Jack took him to the crotch and attached him to it. He took a piece of cloth, stuck it in Brad's mouth and tied him up. Brad was horny, horny because of the Tina that was going crazy in his body, horny because the chem piss was starting to do its job and horny because he was tied to a cross and because he knew he was going to be used, used by his master. The man who had taught him that he was a bottom slut, that he was not a real man but a boy who had a cunt to be filled a mouth to suck on a real man's cock. But Jack went out of the room and Brad stood there alone tied to the crotch. Brad was flying more and more into the clouds and his body and cunt were screaming for attention. The door was open and he heard Jack talking, who was with Jack and would he come and fuck him too. The idea that someone else was coming to use him excited him even more and he was breathing heavier and moaning loudly. Jack came back into the room along with 2 more naked men. Brad who was so high had the drool running out of his mouth and moaned. The first was heavily hairy and heavily built just like Jack and had a shorter but even thicker cock than Jack and had a fat PA ring . The was other was slightly muscular, pale, fully shaved and crawled on all fours and hung on to the chain that connected to his nipple rings via his harness and had a mask over his head. Jump on the bed puppy said the hairy man. Good dog said and he was wiggling his tail. In his ass was a butt plug with tail attached. Jack came and stood by Brad. This is Tom with his dog, and they will show how a real slut should behave. In his previous life Nick was a tough muscular wrestler, but he has discovered his true self and now goes through life as a dog. You have to pay attention slut, you will learn a lot from this. Brad felt the ground sink beneath him. Would he only get to watch another slut get the pleasure of being used. He needed attention himself, his hole needed filling and he wanted to scream for attention but Jack took hold of his nipples and twisted them hard. This time it's not about you slut. You have to know your place. Brad curled his toes in pain. He got another smack against his and was instructed by Jack to pay close attention. Jack stepped up to the dog and rubbed his head. What a good pup you are, he said. Yes said Tom, last week he had the fucking flu and now he has come to terms with his new status. It did take some time to get him clean and behaved, but now he knows his place. So this session is his last before he is castrated. He took hold of the balls and pulled. That's right, bitch, tomorrow your balls will come off and you'll get your slut stamp. From then on, you're just a den to be used and you can go to the kennel with the others to start making money. The dog wagged his tail. For you anything master, I don't need balls to serve you and I look forward to my biohazard tattoo Jack laughed and gave a few pats on the puppy's ass. That's the way we like to hear it puppy, I'm sure you will serve your master well. I'm in anticipation for mine to get his fuck flu, we made a first attempt yesterday but tomorrow he gets a blood slam to seal his fate. You will see there is still work to be done on his behavior and manners, but we have also only started his training. He is starting to break but there is still a long way to go before he can be released. Brad watched as the bitch got the attention and petting from his master. He felt shortchanged and he was shocked at himself for feeling jealousy. He wanted to sit there, he wanted to get petted on his head. The puppy had to get off the bed and was taken to the shower. A drinking bowl was put in front of him and he had to open his mouth. Tom and Jack took hold of their poles and began to piss and the pup had to try to catch everything. Everything he didn't get directly into his mouth dripped off his face into the drinking bowl and he would have to lick it out of the piss bowl afterwards if he wanted to drink. The puppy eagerly swallowed the piss given to him by his masters. When they were done the piss dripped off the puppy's snout and the drinking bowl was half full. You can do better than that said Tom and he kicked the balls of his puppy. The pup whimpered in pain. Enjoy the pain puppy because tomorrow they will come off. The sling was hung up and the dog had to lie in it and his arms and legs were secured. Jack went to the little table and took out a syringe and a bottle of saline. Brad watched what the men were doing and he hoped he would get some attention too if he made some noise. He groaned and wanted to get attention by yelling. Tom stepped up to Brad and pulled hard on his balls. Brad screamed in pain. Your master has a lot of work to do with you, you need to know your place bitch. You need to learn that real men choose who they play with and who has to watch. You don't deserve to play with you your behavior leaves a lot to be desired. This is not about what you want but what we want. Behave or else you will get nothing. Brad who was baring the pain nodded and understood that he had nothing to want here. Tom stepped up to his puppy and took the syringe in his hands. This is the last night you will have your balls, we will take advantage of that. Tom filled the syringe with saline and he inserted the needle into his dog's scrotum and emptied the syringe. The sac filled with saline and Tom repeated this several more times. With each syringe he emptied, the sac began to fill more and more and it began to stretch and come up hard. After the last syringe he was untied and had to go back on all fours. His balls were filled with the saline and hung down heavily. His scrotum colored a dark red because it was straining his skin so much. Tom and Jack looked proudly at the bullocks they had made. Jack took hold of the padded scrotum and pulled lightly on it. The puppy moaned lightly. What are you going to do with it tomorrow Jack asked, are you just going to take out the balls or are you going to remove the sack as well. We haven't decided yet, Tom said, we are asking for both. But I think his sack will be removed as well we have a few left who don't have a scrotum. One thing is for sure after tonight he won't have a hard-on anymore and his testosterone will be low making him a willing object. Tom laughed loudly and Jack grinned and the puppy sat proudly wagging his tail. Brad who was watching jealously but intently saw that the puppy was doing what was asked of him and that he did not speak without being told to do so. The puppy had to crawl around the room and every time he took a step his stuffed balls hit his legs. The heavy stuffed sack gave him a painful but at the same time blissful feeling. This would be the last time he could proudly have his stuffed sack used before his transformation was complete and he was ready for his new life. He was placed on a table so they could get a good look at him. Jack took a wooden board and slapped the puppy's butt. He growled, Tom took some clamps and placed them on the stuffed bag. Now the puppy whimpered in pain. Stop whining called Tom. The puppy barked for the first time and let its tongue hang out of its mouth. Jack quietly continued to beat the dog's butt until it looked nice and red. Tom took a whip and struck the balls of the puppy who now began to whimper again. One by one he took off the clamps and every time a clamp flew off the pup howled. Brad who was still flying and longing for some attention watched with wide eyes how the pup was used by the two masters. From his flaccid cock dripped his pre-cum. He remained silent and he hoped that his good behavior would make the masters notice and that he would soon get a reward for it. He got a few more punches in his balls and when they had let him suffer enough Tom said to his puppy and the puppy barked loudly a few times. It's time for your slam said Tom and the puppy had to lie back in the sling. The plug was removed from his butt. He has been trained that when the plug is out of his pussy he is not a dog for a while said Tom. Jack looked at him approvingly. You have trained him well. From now on you have to call him cunt said Tom he doesn't respond to anything else, isn't cunt. Yes sir said cunt. Brad watched as cunt would get a slam. He himself was in need of a fresh load of Tina too. He felt the previous load starting to wear off, what he did not regret was that his cock was starting to get stiff. As much as he wanted to be used, it turned him on to see the boy lying there. Now he knew for sure, he had changed. He couldn't go back to his former life, he would forever be a slut. The fact that all he could think about was a cock and be used was proof that his true self had come out and that he had actually always been a cock sucking whore. Jack took hold of a point and a strap he tied off the upper arm and looked for a good vein. After he found it cunt felt a small prick. Ready to fly cunt said Tom. Yes sir I am ready to fly and to give my cunt completely to you. Rape me sir, break my cunt in two. I hope you will be satisfied with my cunt and I will do my best to please you. Good cunt we will see if you have earned our seed later. Jack saw a register and then pushed the plunger of the point which was filled with 0.7. Pussy coughed firmly several times and then he started loudly Yeah fuck fuck fuck rape me wide my ass. Fill me with your DNA give me your virus, I need it so bad. Brad's pole was mega hard, his chems were almost finished and he was jealous of pussy who had just gotten a solid slam and was lying there enjoying it. But what was he crying out from DNA and virus. Even though he was starting to get sober his thoughts were still fairly cloudy. He became jealous as he watched Jack move his cock towards the mouth of pussy and it began to suck him like a man possessed. He saw how Jack was enjoying himself. Jack looked at Brad and saw that he was jealous and couldn't stand to see another slut enjoying his master. Jack enjoyed seeing Brad jealous. Jack called out to Brad, this is how you should suck slut look closely then you can try to do it just as well. Tom came and stood next to Brad and pulled on his stiff cock for a moment. I see you are well horny. Brad enjoyed the moment's attention and gave a loud moan. Soon Jack and I are going to fuck pussy good because he has been such a good dog. You see slut, if you are good and do what you are asked then you will be rewarded. You don't deserve to be pampered with our cocks yet. Brad wanted to speak but because there was a piece of cloth in his mouth he couldn't. He wanted to beg to be used and wanted to ask what he had to do to be a good slut. Tom only heard some mumbling and pulled Brad's hair. You haven't figured it out yet, slut. You can only speak when you are asked to speak. Brad understood and nodded. From now on, he would only speak when he was asked to. He wanted to enjoy himself and not have to watch from a distance how someone else got pleasure. But now he had to watch and that made him very sad and he began to feel ashamed that he had not done his best. He was sure that from now on he would do his utmost best. to please his master, and that he would become proud of him. Brad realized that his last bit of resistance had been broken and there was no going back, he had become a slut and he would do anything to become the best slut for his master. Pussy who was still sucking Jack on his cock was moaning loudly. Tom came up behind him and stuck 4 fingers covered with shards of Tina into his hole. Cunt felt his hole getting hot and stopped sucking moaned with pleasure and thanked his master and asked to be fisted. Tom nodded in the affirmative but pulled at the saline filled balls of pussy, knowing your place pussy. You know you can only speak when you are asked to. But you will get that fist and Tom pushed his thumb in and formed a fist and in one motion he pushed his fist in. Brad watched his eyes widen as Tom's arm disappeared into the hole of pussy and he began to fantasize that it was happening to him and he began to rub his ass against the crotch and let out moaning sounds. Jack looked at Tom, your slut thinks it is exactly horny Jack said Tom. Exactly said Jack, I think he will be very willing already tomorrow. Both laughed loudly and Tom proceeded to fist Kut's hole. Tom removed his fist the hole of pussy and saw a nice rosebud come out. Jack looked at it and patted Tom on the back. Tom looked at Jack and nodded at each other, time to fuck him properly. Pussy was untied and had to take a seat on the bed. Jack got on the bed and pussy who was flying high came and sat on Jack's stiff cock and started to ride him. Jack slapped Cunt's ass firmly and she moaned with pleasure. Brad watched this happen and he felt the tears well up. He felt humiliated, cheated and shortchanged. He had never experienced these feelings for a woman let alone a man. He began to realize that he had feelings, but this time it was not for a woman but for a man. Brad realized that he would do anything to like being seen by his master and forgave his grief and tried to hold back the tears. Even though it hurt Brad to see his master enjoying himself he still thought, let him enjoy himself my master deserves to enjoy himself and I should be happy when my master is happy. Tom also got on the bed and pushed pussy against Jack's chest, that way hollow came up more and he could push his cock into pussy's hole too. Pussy felt Tom's cock join it and moaned with pleasure. Fuck yeah he exclaimed. Tom pulled at pussy's hair and began to thrust violently. Cunt moaned loudly and after a few minutes both Tom and Jack felt they were going to squirt. Tom pulled his cock out of Kut's hole and pushed it into his mouth as fast as he could. Cunt sucked for a moment more and felt his masters juice flow into his mouth. Jack groaned for a moment and cried out here comes my DNA cunt , from now on my babies are in your blood and with a few last firm thrusts he too squirted his seed. Cunt fell down exhausted on Jack's chest and removed his limp cock from Cunt's gaping hole. Tom took back the plug with the tail and pushed it into the gaping hole. It wasn't far off that the plug fell out. That's how wide the hole of Pussy was made. Tom took the mask of pussy put it back on and he had to sit back down on the floor on all fours. Tom looked at his dog and said what do you say dog. The dog barked wagging his tail and started licking Jack's feet. Good dog said Tom. Come on let's go, tomorrow is your big day. Tom took the chains back attached to his puppy's nipples and left. Jack came and stood next to Brad and untied him. He had to get down on his knees and lick his master's cock clean. Finally Brad thought, finally I get to suck a cock again. But the pleasure was of short duration. As soon as Brad had licked his master's cock clean he made Brad stop and he had to lie down on the bed. I hope you learned something from this slut. I forbid you to play with yourself and take Tina later. It's ready for tomorrow, but if I see you've been playing with yourself or taking anything at all. Then you won't get off easy. The door closed and the lights dimmed. Brad was alone again, in need of attention. He was horny wanted him to be played with and his thoughts, feelings were completely in knots. The chems had worn off and he was crashing. What was he to do so his master would like him.

Part 5 Unknown territory is entered Jack took hold of the pipe and stuck some shards of Tina in it. He brought the pipe to Brad's mouth let the shards melt and he told Brad he knew what to do. Brad knew he had no choice. He knew if he resisted or refused he would get knocked around or a power surge and by now he was also beginning to crave another boost of chems, his body was beginning to need the effects it was producing. Seeing that the pipe was filling up nicely with white smoke, he pulled in deeply and held the smoke as long as he could. Nice slut said Jack you are already doing it like a real pro. When he couldn't hold it in any longer he blew out a big fat cloud. He felt himself getting warmer and hornier. Brad blew 2 more clouds before Jack said now it's my turn and he moved in and held the smoke. He took hold of Brad's head and placed his lips on Brad's and blew the smoke into his mouth. Brad's heart began to beat faster with excitement. He held the smoke and in turn blew out big cloud. This was your first shotgun slut, I'm sure many more will follow. Jack repeated this again but this time as he blew out he started sticking his tongue into Brad's mouth with it. Brad who by now was flying back in eagerly tongued along with Jack. Jack broke the horny kiss and put the pipe away and took the bottle of chem piss from Brad. Open your mouth slut he said to Brad, Brad was high and opened his mouth. Jack poured the rest of the bottle into his mouth and Brad who swallowed the piss, this time he drank it without a problem. Jack loosened the chains and he began to play on Brad's nipples with his mouth. Brad came in seventh heaven. Oh yeah oh yeah he was moaning. With his hands Jack pulled the plug out of Brad's already loosening pussy and pushed it back in. Brad squirmed in the bed in pleasure. Jack teased Brad all over his body for a while longer and then he stopped abruptly. He looked at Brad and said. How are you going to thank me now for the pleasure you were allowed to experience. Brad's eyes were full of horniness and he opened his mouth and said I will suck you sir, I will suck you nice. Nice one slut said Jack, that's a nice start but it won't be enough. You may start by sucking my cock stiff, then when it is stiff you may push it as deep as you can into your throat and thus hone your deep troath technique. While you're at it, think about how you can thank me further. Because with just a blow job will not be enough for the pleasure I have given you. Jack once again pulled the plug out of Brad's ass and took a Tina shard from the cabinet and pushed it deep into Brad's pussy. He groaned and once again felt the burning sensation come on. Jack lay down on the bed and Brad positioned himself opposite Jack's limp cock. This time he needed no encouragement and he opened his mouth and he sucked the cock into his mouth. Jack's cock got stiffer in Brad's warm mouth and in no time he was filling the his full mouth. Brad's mouth went up and down the thick shaft. He felt his master's cock get stiff and pushed it deeper into his throat. This time he hit further before he started gagging. The burning sensation in Brad's ass had by now given way to a warm and horny glow over his entire body and his cunt which was opening by itself was crying out to be filled. He began to suck like he had never done anything else. For Jack, this was the moment to stop him for a moment and make him turn so that he was in a 69 position. This way he could prepare Brad's pussy. Have you thought about how you will thank me further said Jack. Brad who could not answer because his mouth was filled with his master's cock moaned. Jack teased Brad's sphincter by circling his fingers and moving his finger a tiny bit pushing in. The Booty bump, the chem piss and the teasing were doing their job because out of nowhere Brad said, fill my ass, fill my ass with your fat cock. My ass needs to get your fat dick sir. Please fill my ass. This is what Jack had hoped for. That the former stud himself would ask to be fucked. Brad was startled by his own words. His body was screaming to be fucked, but his mind wasn't there yet. In his mind, he was still straight. As much as Jack wanted to shove his cock into Brad's virgin pussy without mercy, he knew he couldn't do it without damaging his toy. Jack's cock was twice as thick and long as the biggest plug Brad had already had and if he fucked Brad now he wouldn't be able to work on his transformation for the next few days. My cock in your cunt you will have to earn first he said. He pushed Brad off him and he went to the wall with the dildos. He took one from the wall that was still a bit narrower than his pole and stepped back to the bed and pulled Brad by his hair to the wall. He pushed Brad forward and turned him with his ass to the wall. He placed the dildo with the suction cup on his ass height and lubed it up with lube. Start by getting this one in your pussy he said. Brad who by now had had some more time to think was no longer so sure of what he had just said and blocked. He knew if he went any further with this it would be the end of him as a straight man. Once there would have been a cock in his ass then there was no going back. Jack pulled Brad's hair and said are you going to get into it slut or should I help you. Brad knew if Jack had to help that there would be pain involved and he wanted to avoid that. His cunt was screaming to let the cock pushing against his sphincter in but his mind was still working against it. But against his wits he pushed his ass towards the wall and let the tip of the dildo in. His sphincter was pulled open and felt like it would tear. Ahhhhhh he exclaimed and pulled his ass back. Rome wasn't built in a day Jack said, push your ass back slut and he pushed Brad back towards the wall and the tip pushed open the sphincter again. The dildo shot inside Brad and he moaned in pain. It's way too big he moaned. If you can't handle this yet, how would you like my pole in your pussy slut. Jack held Brad's ass against the wall with his firm hands, allowing the tiny shards of Tina that were on the dildo to melt into Brad's pussy. It's burning inside cried Brad who thought he was tearing open. Jack laughed and said wait a minute, you'll be sliding on this dildo like you've never done anything else. He placed himself in front of Brad's mouth and said instead of moaning about your cunt slut you should spoil your master's cock open your mouth and start sucking. Brad opened his mouth and took the fat black glans into his mouth and then the entire pole. Brad felt that his pussy had gotten used to the dildo and the burning sensation was gone and had given way to horniness and a call for more stimulation. He began to make a small fucking motion with his ass. He opened his mouth and began to breathe deeply. Oh yeah, oh yeah thats it yeah. Brad was in seventh heaven and the last bit of straight left in him was gone for a moment. Jack patted him on the head. Don't think only of your own pleasure slut. You're lucky I'm letting you do this. If you want to ride the dildo you will have to keep sucking my cock or something will follow for you. Brad began to ride harder against the dildo and sucked on his master's cock. The deeper he pushed the dildo the looser his pussy became and the more his prostate was stimulated. The pre-cum was running out of his cock and Jack saw this. To arm your new self he said to Brad, push that dildo as deep as you can into that slut pussy of yours. Accept your new status as a slut and then tomorrow I will make you feel what it is like to be fucked by a real man. Brad who was getting hornier by Jack's words sucked as best he could and he felt Jack's cock fill with seed and flow into his mouth. It was only the second time he had seed in his mouth, but like an accomplished slut he swallowed the seed. Jack jerked after and then pulled his cock back out of Brad's mouth and pulled his ass off the dildo. Enough for today he said and pushed Brad hard onto the bed. This time Jack didn't attach the wristbands to the bed. He gave a pill to Brad and he put it in his mouth and swallowed it eagerly. Go to sleep he said to Brad when I come in tomorrow I want your pussy clean like I showed you this morning. Understood slut. If it's not clean something will follow. Brad replied with yes sir it will be clean. Brad's eyes grew heavier and he began to doze off. He still wondered why he wasn't secured and if he would be able to escape but he fell asleep. His dream was intense, reliving what he had been through so far and he had conflicting feelings. He had horror for his actions and a kind of release for what he was becoming. Brad woke up with his half hard cock in his hand. The last thing he remembered from his dream was the moment Jack would stick his cock in his pussy. He opened his eyes and the dimmed light was back on in the room. His arms were not tied to the bed and if he wanted to he could walk away. But he felt around his neck here. He looked in the mirror and saw that he had a collar on, but this did not look like a normal collar. This one was fastened with a lock and he certainly wouldn't get it off. It was also fairly heavy and Brad immediately realized what was special about this collar. It would give a shock if he did anything that was not allowed. Like for example trying to escape from the room. On the bed he also saw 2 dildos, one was the one he had had in his ass yesterday, the other was thicker and longer. He looked at it and now fully realized what he had done yesterday. His feelings were in knots and he needed Tina, his body was yearning for another trip. He looked at the cabinet where Jack's chems were and he saw the pipe filled with Tina. His heart began to pound and he looked at it and hesitated what to do. Would he give in to his body's call for another trip or would he try to stay sober and find a solution to his situation. His thoughts went back and forth and without realizing it he took the pipe and put it in his mouth and made fire so that the Tina began to melt and the smoke began to form. This is it he thought, he hesitated for a moment but the call of his body was greater than the resistance of his mind and he inhaled the smoke holding it as long as he could and blew out a fat cloud. His body began to grow warmer his heart beat more quietly. But his body asked for more and he did it again. Still his body asked for more and he repeated it 3 more times until his eyes were back spinning in his eye sockets like flying saucers. He had a blissful feeling and he wanted to feel his pussy. As he pressed his finger against his pussy it occurred to him that he needed to rinse first. He got off the bed and went to the toilet and did what his master had shown him the day before. After rinsing a few times he crawled back on the bed and took hold of the pipe again he let the last of the Tina melt and took 1 last hit. He saw the dildo lying there from the day before and took it in his hands and tried to push it into his pussy. To his own surprise, the dildo slid in smoothly. He began to fuck his ass with the dildo and moaned softly. He looked at the other dildo and wondered if he would fit that one in his pussy as well, he removed the first dildo from his pussy which had now become an open hole and took the bottle of lube that was on the cabinet and smeared a layer on the dildo and smeared the rest with his finger in his open gaping pussy. He felt the lube burn in his hole and took hold of the thickest dildo and pushed it against his sphincter. The muscle worked against him and he had to bite his teeth but still he got the tip of the dildo to inside. He pulled and back and took a breath and then pushed it back in. He felt his muscle being pulled open again and his cunt gave way to let the dildo in. His head dropped to the bed and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Shit, yeah that feels so fucking good came out of his mouth. He pushed the dildo even deeper and at that moment Jack came in who had been following everything on the screens in the room next door. Brad's entire room was fitted with cameras and everything was recorded in case it was needed. Look at that, said Jack look what you have become. I'm proud of you slut, I'm really proud. Brad's eyes turned with horniness in his head. You have become a true slut, slut who craves Tina and is ready to be fucked. It's about time you got a real pole in your pussy don't you think. Brad turned his eyes to Jack and let out a clear hell yeah. With a horny slut look he looked at Jack and called out. Fuck me sir, I want to feel your pole in my pussy. You sure will said Jack. He took hold of the dildo and increased the rhythm with which the dildo fucked Brad's pussy. Brad moaned loudly and Jack asked if his pussy was clean. Brad exclaimed YES YES YES. Good girl and he pulled the dildo out of Brad's pussy. Brad's pussy was wide open and opening and closing like it was looking for a cock to suck inside. Jack pushed 4 fingers against Brad's sphincter and pushed his fingers inside and violently fingered his pussy. With his long nails he scraped the inside of Brad's hole and when he took his fingers out of Brad's pussy they were coated in blood. Jack grinned and Brad who was moaning. If you want your master to stick his cock in your pussy you will have to suck it stiff first. Brad was on his knees as fast as he could and opened his mouth to suck his master's cock. Look how eager my slut has become. Jack pulled out his cock and he didn't even get time to offer it to his slut. Brad took hold of his cock and put it in his mouth. He sucked like his life depended on it and Jack had to rein him in a bit. Calm down slut if you keep going like this there won't be anything left to fuck you with. Brad calmed down and sucked at a more leisurely pace and allowed Jack to enjoy himself more. Jack took hold of Brad's head and enjoyed. Oh slut you are already sucking very well, a few more practice and you will be a pro. Jack removed his stiff cock from Brad's mouth. He stepped over to the cabinet and pulled out a point he took a strap and then turned around. Give your arm he said to Brad. Brad gave his arm, he hadn't seen the syringe yet but the strap was already around upper arm and tightened. Jack looked for a vein and with a cloth rubbed the place where he would spray. Then he took the syringe and Brad saw the syringe and knew what would happen he had heard of this. No he said I don't want to become a heroin whore he said, anything but this. Jack laughed a whore you will become a slut whether you want to or not but you will not become a heroin whore you will become a Tina whore. Now lie still he said or this will end badly. Brad wanted to protest but kept his arm still and saw the needle disappear in his arm. He saw some blood get into the syringe and heard Jack say ready for your first real trip slut because here it comes. Brad saw Jack push the plunger in and he saw the contents of the syringe disappear into his arm. Oh shit and now Brad thought. He felt a tingling sensation in his throat a pressure on his chest and he had to cough, he coughed heavily a few times and then a surge of heat and tremendous horniness came over him. His pussy needed to be filled he didn't care with what. FUCK, FUCK he exclaimed. Oh my fucking god rape me, fuck me, but do something. He lay writhing on the bed and his hands searched his pussy and he inserted 4 fingers at a time into his gaping hole. Jack enjoyed what he saw and pulled Brad's hands out of his pussy and pushed them to his head. Jack left Brad begging to be fucked for a while longer and then said are you ready slut are you ready to discover your true self, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. He pushed Brad's legs up and put them against his shoulders, took his stiff pole and pushed his glans against Brad's sphincter he looked deep into Brad's eyes and Brad into his. Brad who was flying on the Tina wave screamed to fuck him and Jack said, you're asking for it slut here it comes, once my cock has been inside you you are mine forever. I am yours shouted Brad I am totally yours. I like that Jack said and he pushed his rigid cock in 1 push inside Brad. Brad's cunt opened like a flower and felt his sphincter being stretched even more but because of the slam he felt no pain all he felt was supreme happiness. Oh yes master fuck me, fuck me as hard and deep as you can he cried. Jack sat balls deep and began to thrust quietly into Brad's pussy. Harder Brad cried out and he tried to set the rhythm himself with his ass. Jack stopped him and said he would set the pace. So Jack fucked on for a while and then quickened the pace. He pulled his cock back out of Brad's hole which had now become a gaping hole and pushed it back in hard. Brad moaned in delight, he was in slut heaven. Then Jack told him to sit on all fours. Brad did as asked of him and Jack sat down behind Brad and pushed his pole back in. Jack was fucking heavily and Brad was moaning heavily, this feeling was blissful. This was what he wanted to feel for the rest of his life, from his limp pole his own pre-cum was dripping and Jack wiped it off with his fingers and put his fingers in Brad's mouth. Lick your own cum he said Brad licked the fingers clean and he cried out wanting Jack's seed in his pussy and wanting nothing more than to be fucked by him every day. Jack increased the pace and thrust hard into Brad's pussy. He slapped Brad's ass only times. Brad moaned and could only utter yes yes harder deeper. Brad's words turned Jack on immensely. Jack couldn't hold on any longer he pulled on his slut's hair and Brad's head came back. Jack spurted in Brad's face and yelled here comes my gift for you slut here comes my dirty seed. From now on you are mine forever. He pushed his pole deep into Brad's hole one last time and Brad felt his hole being filled with Jack's seed. Jack let his cock sit for a few more breaths and pulled his limp cock out of Brad's open hole. He saw that his cock was coated in his cum and blood. Jack grinned and knew that very soon Brad would be completely transformed there was no turning back now. But just to be sure he took out a butt plug took one more look at what he had just created and pushed the plug into Brad's gaping hole which until a few days ago was a tight asshole. With his fingers he took the cum running out of Brad's hole and offered his finger to Brad. Here is part of your reward slut. You must not let anything go to waste of what you get from your master. Brad licked the fingers clean and bit his lower lip and let out a that tastes so good understanding. Jack let his limp pole hang in front of Brad's mouth and told him to lick it clean. Brad eagerly opened his mouth and took the cock into his mouth. He tasted his master's delicious cum and also tasted blood. But the chems were still coursing through his body and he was far too horny to pay too much attention to this. As he was licking his master's cock clean he heard. Oh baby, how proud I am of you, you have already become a real slut. I'm so proud of you, I knew it that you would become a natural. Hearing that you want to get a fat cock in your ass every day makes me happy. We will train you even more and then you can indulge in a fat cock every day. That voice clocked him in familiarity. Angel stood next to him and looked at him smiling. Brad looked deep into Angel's eyes and he tried to get a grip on the situation. The woman he had called his girlfriend until a few days ago and whom he himself fucked almost every day. Had stood by watching him enjoy being fucked and how he had begged to have seed in his pussy and how he was now licking a cock clean. He was embarrassed because Angel had seen that he had enjoyed being fucked. Angel rubbed through Brad's hair and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. I came to see how far along your training was and I am amazed at how fast you are going. You are well on your way to becoming our new addition to the club. I think you were always a dirty bottom slut. Brad was embarrassed to death. I have to get back out there Angel said. I'll stop by again soon to check on the progress. Angel left the room and Brad was back to full sobriety. What had just happened, am I gay now? Did I really enjoy this now and did I really beg for seed. All sorts of things were going through him. Until he thought back to Jack's last words before he finished. Dirty seed. What did he mean by this. Brad lay on the bed panting and Jack stood up and walked to the door. Enjoy this for a while he said I will be back later. You're not tied up anymore he said but I guess you realize that the collar around your neck will make sure you can't run away. Brad looked dejectedly at Jack and nodded. The door closed and the light dimmed back. Brad tried to organize his thoughts and get everything in order.

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

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New Year's Day 2020. I'm horny as fuck. Have 3 loads in me from my overnighter with a poz FWB. I'm on line and get hit up by a 32 year old bi black guy who is pissed off at his GF, cuz' she got hammered NYE - and passed out on his blue-balls ass. LOL.... New Year's day she is hung as hell and won't let him near her. ..... He says he REALLY wants to get off. He mentioned that he sees I get tested regularly and I'm on PrEP. He also mentions that he has an older/younger interest... then sends a pic. He looks big and hot. I invite him over and say 'we can talk'. He is horny and so am I so, so he arrives shortly. Handsome young black guy. Quiet. Smiles a lot. He clearly wants to get off. He is still pissed at his GF and I figure I can start his new year off with a hot bang!! We go upstairs. I suck him and edge him a few times and he is using my spit on my hole to open me up. I'm ass up on the bed waiting to feel this big 9" uncut cock slide into my hole when I hear the tear of the wrapper. Fuck. I remind him I've got paperwork for recent tests and I'm on PrEP and actually prefer it raw. He mutter something about GF and we fuck nice and slow for a few minutes. I pretend that his big cock is raw and I get off on feeling his balls slowly slap against my balls with each slow, deep thrust. He says he can feel my previous loads from earlier still sloshing around his rubber wrapped dick, but complains that it is just slippery with the rubber. Almost a sigh. I start talking dirty to him and egging him on each time he thrusts in and out to the edge and we hear a squelch or a juicy pop. We both know he isn't getting the real 'feeling'. He pulls out, mutters something else about GF under his breath, slaps his uncut cock head on my hole a few times then sinks into me balls deep and just holds it. And flexes it. So much for wrapped. I could tell he had pulled off the rubber. He started pumping into me slow again. He was ooing and aahing with each slow stroke. He said he didn't want to blow too soon, as he was hugely turned on. He said fucking a muscular asshole full of cum was 200% better than anything he got from a chick. I certainly agreed. And I also told him to blow as soon as he would like. I planned to keep him hard enough for a second load before I let him leave. I just kept talking dirty to him about his cock stretching my raw hole and was he going to shoot his big load deep in my hole? or pull out and shoot all over the outside? And I kept talking to him on and on and telling him to slow fuck me and breed me. I worked into the dirty talk that we were just new FB's and I was already willing to suck his big cock and take his load bare in my tight hole and she wouldn't let him touch her. And that I liked his big cock deep in my hole. And he got a little more noisy and frantic. I told him to seed my hole and breed me. Do it! Do it!!!!! He went over the edge and unloaded a massive amount of cum inside me. I could feel it filling me up. Massive amount. I could feel him flexing his head inside me while he pumped in and out gently. I could feel it getting more slippery with each slow thrust. He didn't make a sound. It was wild. And he stopped. He just collapsed across my back and was working on getting his breathing under control. He hadn't moved in a few minutes and I was worried he was going to get 'goofy' about taking his rubber off and get weird. I need not have worried though, as it appears "Mike" had changed his mind about topping a hole raw. I suddenly felt his flexing again inside of me. I squeezed back and he groaned. He flexed. I squeezed. He said he couldn't believe we were able to 'feel one another'. I commented that with a rubber, he likely wouldn't get the same effect. He agreed. He pulled out of my ass and I felt cool air around my open hole. It had to be gaping with that big thick tool pumping in and out of it. The breeze said a lot about how stretched out I must have been. He was fascinated by my leaking hole. He started using his thumb to push the leaking loads back inside. I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the feeling when I felt a shift and his rock hard head slapped my hole again. He was now using his hard cock to push any leaking cum back into my pucker. Then he slapped my hole a few times with his dick again and just slowly pushed right into his shaved pubes in one long push. He held for a second to get his balance and proceeded to give me what I like to call a "VHF"... a vicious hate fuck. LOL. A term my buddies and I used over the years to describe hard, raw fucking. You try and kill one another by fucking VERY hard. Grin. He pounded my ass. He had me huffing poppers and slamming his cock into my hole. He pulled out twice and fed me cum covered uncut foreskin fresh from my ass. So yes, my younger friend got totally into fucking raw without being asked twice. He bred me a second time and said he had to blow and go. But he asked if we could do this again. He wanted to try some more hard fucking and experimentation with someone else to guide him. Fuck ya!! I'm definitely in for that tutorial. LOL. Turns out he lives about 20 minutes down the road from me. We exchanged info and he is planning to drop over next Tuesday night for round 2. I asked him if we were going to fuck raw next visit. He smiled and said... "Not a chance. I don't know if I could ever fuck with a condom again". I explained that my hole(s) were available if we both happen to be online at the same time. That made him even more excited. It turned my crank to know he enjoyed fucking a guy's ass raw more.... chalk one up for the gay guys! LOL. Cheers