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Got multiple loads at my local sauna yesterday, which included servicing a cock most bottoms would avoid. I was up north, family drama with ageing parents. Fortunately I was able to escape after breakfast and was on the road by 0900. Its a 200 mile drive home so I was hitting the City by lunchtime. I dumped my bags, got some fresh French poppers out of the fridge and caught the train into the City. Tuesday's are " Tranny Tuesday's " after 6pm at my local sauna. Not my thing at all, I avoid such encounters at all costs. Fortunately I was leaving when they arrived in any number. I arrived at half 3, prepped and showered before lubing my hole for action. I passed a bearded middle Eastern lad in the corridor, knowing I wanted his load. Fortunately we met upstairs in the dark room. He felt my silky hole, his cock rammed in and he bred me within 5 minutes. Was great to be filled with spunk again, I wanted more. A sexy daddy was stroking by the porn TV. I went into the room opposite, fingering my cummy hole to indicate I wanted his load. Fortunately he took the message. He got behind and fucked my sloppy cunt for the next 10 minutes. He added his load and left a happy daddy. I went downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. A slender talkative lad was keen. He's fucked me before. He takes too much tbh but he went along with it as I know he fucks like a rabbit and leaves a big load. He asked me about my previous encounters. He called me a dirty slut as he added his cum to my now cum filled cunt. After this, I kneeled on the bench and a cock popped through the glory hole. Nothing particularly special about this cock, but I sucked it semi hard . I went behind the screen to find an older gent, big tummy, nothing to look at and not that endowed. The kind of chap that leaves a sauna frustrated as nobody will play with him. I consider encounters like this as a service to the community. It promotes happiness and contentment to the older, more disadvantaged sectors of society. I seek out lads like this. They blow a big load as they know the opportunity to play is few and far between so they make the most of it. I pulled him over to the bench, got him to lie back and I mounted his cock facing forward. It's the best position for bellys, smaller cocks and not 100% hard. He found his spot so I started rocking back and forth. He seemed to like this, I heard his moans. He grew harder in my hole. My rhythmic movement got faster, his breathing quickened and he shot his cum into my cunt. I stayed in position as he softened, his cock plopping out, cum dribbling down my leg. He left another huge load, so satisfying. I left the complex by 7, at least 6 loads in me. Tranny Tuesday's are not my favourite, but yesterday was an exception.

Part 6- Man to Pig Cole’s appearance in the mirror snapped him out of his pig fed daze for a few moments. Two weeks ago he had been a 6’4, average looking guy. Not muscular, not fat, not thin. Blonde hair, brown eyes, light body hair. But something had changed. His eyes and hair were the same. Even his beard was the same, and he was still tall. However looking at his face now, there was a chubby look that wasn’t there before. His beard covered two chins. A large metal bull ring hung from his septum. His biceps had large stretch marks from where the inactivity and fat gainer had taken their toll. The nipple clamps that had tortured him for days the other week had stretched his tits out, and the feed had given him pig tits the size of quarters, each so large now they almost swallowed the piercings he had been forced to get. His once subtle belly had turned into a real gut with stretch marks almost three inches long on both sides. His thighs now had them as well. His gut was so big he would have had to lift it if he wanted to see his full cock, the head was just barely visible. ”Yea yea, get moving,” the Farm Hand said. “We ain’t even close to done with you”. “How much bigger can they expect me to get?”, Cole wondered. The Hand shoved him into a corner and clicked the collar into another ceiling chain. He dipped his hand into a large bucket and began greasing up Cole. “Aight, step in.” Cole had gone back to his blank state of mind. Before he knew it, the Farm Hand had gotten him stuffed into and zipped up in a flesh colored latex suit. It started at his ankles and went all the way up to his neck. “Aight, come on”. The Farm Hand dragged him back to his stall. A couple hours later, he heard the bell again. “Here pig pig pig.” This was new, but it barely registered to Cole. He went to the spigot, sweating in the latex casing. Suddenly the door next to it swung open, and he felt hands shove his head all the way onto the spigot. The hands looped leather straps through extra rings in his collar, and bolted them to the wall on either side. Cole was now bolted to the feeding tube with no escape. “Client says we gotta get you fatter, so we’re doubling your feedings”. This voice was new. It did not belong to the Farmer, Farm Hand, or stranger. “You get water now with the mass gainer, no more milk. And we’re tripling the… special feed in it”, the voice snickered. The fluid flowing down Cole’s throat now was more viscous, like cough syrup, and just as sweet. At the same time, he felt a zipper in the back of the suit being undone, and something was shoved up his ass unceremoniously. He felt a long rush of fluid being pushed into him. “This must be what they meant by deposit”, Cole thought as he chugged on his new feed. It was withdrawn and he heard the door slam shut. He stayed kneeling like that, feeding on the spigot for probably half an hour, however no one released his head after the flow stopped. Instead someone just came in, and gave him another deposit. “Congrats, fag. You ain’t no fag no more, You ain’t even a pig. You been bumped up to hog status”, the Farm Hand said. Cole just barely registered it as the next round of Hog Feed started flowing into his mouth. ——- Have a direction for this, but feedback is appreciated. Probably one or two more installments if there is interest, I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but figured I gauge interest in the the next couple of parts.

I had the day off and wasted no time having fun. I slept in, but once I got up, I went straight to the shower. I made sure my hole was clean and ready for some serious fucking, as I was on a mission of finding some big cock to fill me up. I used a pretty big dildo to fuck my hole to lube the inside up and make sure nothing was going to mess this day up. I got out and dried off and put on a pair of shorts, no underwear, and a lose t-shirt. I drove to one of our better adult theaters, and since it was Tuesday, they showed only gay movies in the theater area. That meant all the hungry top pigs would be out and playing and I should be able to get a few cocks and loads in my hole. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a few cars in the lot, but that doesn’t mean much, as I have learned in the past. I paid my 7 bucks to enter the theater and noticed the movie playing was from Treasure Island. Hot, that should get guys in the mood. As I walked down the long hallway, I took out my poppers and took a long hit, to get the blood flowing and my cock hard. I walked back to the very back of the theater and went behind the half wall they had, knowing that’s were all the action happened. As I let my eyes adjust the darkness, I could tell there were 5 other guys there. I noticed no one was doing much; no one had their cock out. So I decided to take things into my own hands and pulled my shorts off, and placed them on the ledge of the wall. This got the guys going, as they started to take their cocks out. I just stood there with my ass pointed to them, not even looking back to see how was coming up behind me. I felt hands on my ass, grabbing it, pulling it apart to make my hole visible to all. I looked back and saw two 40 something guys with their cocks out, with both their hands on my ass. I just moaned and pushed my ass back so they knew what I liked. All off a sudden I felt a tongue on my hole and I thought I was going to blow a load right there, as his tongue dug deeper into my cunt, making it wetter and wetter. The older of the two pulled me to his 8” and thick cock and shoved it right into my mouth and fucked me hard. I kept gagging as he forced it down my throat. I pulled off and took a huge hit of poppers and went back to sucking his cock. I could feel the guy behind me forces a few fingers in my ass, as he encouraged me to suck his friend’s dirty cock. I just moaned and enjoyed the mouth fucking I was getting, hoping to get the same fucking my ass. And I didn’t have to wait long, as I could feel the guy fingering my ass pull out and start to rub his cock on my hole. I reached back and felt no rubber, and just pushed back on his cock. “Fuck, this lil fucker wants it raw, well raw is how he gets it”. Yes, a pig top, just like I want. And before I could moan, he just slammed his cock right in my hole and I just let out a big yelp. Fuck he was thicker than his friend. He just kept pounding my hole, hitting my prostate, milking the cum out of me. I could feel it dripping from my cock onto my legs. As he fucked me hard, it made his friends cock go farther down my throat. I didn’t think he could last too long fucking me this hard and fast, but I was wrong. He kept fucking me for over 10 mins, his skin hitting me, making a loud slapping sound. I pulled off his friends cock and noticed two other guys jacking off to the scene and they stepped up and shot their loads all over my face. The guy I was sucking just started to moan louder and louder and then shot his load in my mouth. As I pulled off his cock, he told me thanks for taking his dirty seed. His friend just kept fucking me hard and finally started to tell me how he was going to feed me his seed and fill me up. I took a hit of poppers and told him to fill me full of his hot seed. He picked up his speed, something I didn’t think was possible and started to tell me how he was ready to cum and then he started to shoot his load in my ass. He let me know he was cumming, as he told me he was filling me up with his hot poz seed. I just stopped cold right there. Damn this guy was poz. And his friend was too. That’s what he meant by dirty seed and cock. And he let me and others around me that he was filling me up with poz cum, as he was almost yelling out that he was shooting his poz load into me. Fuck, what was I doing? He finally pulled out and slapped me on the ass. I was about ready to get my shorts and run out of there, but another guy walked up and put his cock in my ass. And I couldn’t leave now, with a hard cock in my ass. This guy pulled me up against him and told how hot it was to fuck me knowing I had a poz load in my ass, and he was working it into my ass. I just moaned and he held a bottle of poppers to my nose. He fucked me only for a few minutes, and just hollered with him cummed a load in me. He stepped back and told me thanks. I was worn out, and just knelt down to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what had happen. The poz guy walked up and told me get up. I just looked up and did what he said. He slipped his cock back into my hole and told me how wet and loose I was and that he loved a sloppy hole. He started to fuck me hard again and I couldn’t believe he was hard again. He just verbally abused me the whole time telling me how I was dirty pig and I was going to get another poz load in my ass. He didn’t last long this time and blew his second poz load in my ass. I couldn’t believe this at all. As he pulled out I could feel the cum run down my leg. He made me clean his cock off and taste all the cum from my ass. He walked off, and I noticed I was there alone. I pulled my shorts on over my cummy ass and went home. As I walked out of the theater into the store, I could see a few guy look and smile at me. I wonder if one of them had fucked me.

I met this young guy on sniffles. He wanted to come over after work He was into older men. I gave him address never expecting him to show. about 7pm he said on his way. In about 10 min he shows up. 20 yrs old slender with a huge dick. he started to kiss me passionately. After a while he got undressed and I sucked his cock. he then started to play with my ass. He whispered he wanted to fuck me. He then said he left his condom in the car and can we go bareback. he slowly entered me till he was balls deep. He kissed me again passionately. While he was kissing me I heard him moan. He blew a huge load in my my ass as his tongue was in my mouth. said when free we will do it again

Part 11- Livestock Now ”Here pig pig pig.” Cole heard the call, but was already at the spigot, He slept there now, just waiting for his feedings. They lasted longer now. Usually he sucked on the Hog Feed for at least an hour. His fuck flu was gone, and he had torn through the latex because he had gained so much weight. His fat had even swallowed his cock. As his feeding stopped, the Farm Hand came in to give him a deposit. Cole didn’t think about it anymore, he just arched his ass. His hole was so gaped now he didn’t feel it, he knew it was done when the man left. “Just a couple more weeks. Then you’re his problem”, the Farm Hand said. Cole had stopped caring about time, He had stopped tracking the days. He didn’t know it, but it had been nearly six weeks since he had been brought to the farm. Now all he wanted was to get bred and fed. Every time he heard the call, was the only part of him that registered anything. “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Getting ideas now for the next part.

Slowly my pulsing cock lost its rock hardness and it slipped from billys sweet boy hole, that was my queue to roll to the side onto my back and recover. To my surprise my new son instinctively knew what to do, carefully repositioning himself between my legs so he could suck my cock clean of any precious seed then relax and cuddle up resting his head on my thigh, staring at the cock he already loves so much. I praised him for his instincts and we settled in. Now was the time to start asking more questions, where was his school, did he want to go back there, is he happy with the events of tonight, did he enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking him, did he understand that having received my seed in his ass he should have no doubt about whether I'm proud of him? The puff had us both talkative and son I pulled my son up to tuck under my arm resting his head on my shoulder and cuddling as we talked. Billy told me he wanted to go to a new school, to finish the year and graduate, he shyly admitted that he was already wondering when he might get to be fucked again, and soon enough our conversation came all the way back around to sex. I rolled him over to spoon and cuddled his little boy body into mine, noticing he was the perfect height and size for his boy hole to nestle right against my crotch, we talked about a wide range of things, but I was son reassuring him that he'd get fucked as soon as we were both ready and as I said it I began to gently play with his popped boy cherry. Billy was clearly a born bottom boy, as his ass was already hungry for more and though tender, not too sore for more either. The conversation and sexiness of the cuddle soon had me hard again and this time I decided to try simply sliding into him from the spooning position... Something I often couldn't do because of positioning. I rolled forward a bit cuddling close and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks, then reached down positioned my tool a little and four the first time in my life I simply slid straight onto my bottom boy without any positioning issues. Billy gasped and instinctively pushed back to take more, I whispered in his ear, "is that what you wanted son?" and he moaned his approval. The rest of the night followed a similar theme, until I had blown 4 loads in my boy and we were both able to sleep. The coming days would need focus and organisation, this boy is mine, I need to make sure fully believes that too.

All the more reason to vote in November. This particular ruling will be the first of many if we don't raise our concerns to elected officials and those running for office. I think for many of us these stories "fly under the radar", but they will have implications in our lives down the road. Keep you eyes open to media reports, and vote for candidates that will protect your rights for things as crucial as PREP. If lawmakers or judges begin to side with those who want to restrict our access to medical care, it's only a matter of time before they try to go further.

You’re nothing but a disgusting cunt-whore! Well, yes - but do you want to fuck? … Yes, please, very much.

Part 9- Gone ”Where am I”, Cole wondered. He had opened his eyes, and knew he was in his own world for now. His fever was gone, but he was still stuffed into the latex suit. “Here pig pig pig”, he heard. Like clockwork he moved to the spigot, and started sucking on it.. His animal instincts had taken over. Now he no longer cared where he was or what was happening. “Aight hog, time to swap out some stuff”. He didn’t know what was happening. He just kept sucking at the spigot. He vaguely registered his guiche piercing being swapped out for a heavier one. Same for his tits and those piercings. He was left alone, but suddenly something happened: he was done with the fever, but his weight got to be too much: he felt his belly and thighs rip through the latex. “Well it took a month, but we got there” the Farm Hand snickered. A month. Cole let his rational brain take over for a moment. In one month, he had gone from average guy to poz pig guy that could barely seen his own cock. And it was just beginning. “Here pig pig pig….” Cole went to the spigot, waiting his next fate. —— Still writing. Next file cumming soon.

Part 8- Hog “Here pig pig pig”. He heard those words, and through the fuck flu, the sweating in the latex suit, and his exhaustion, Cole still crawled toward the spigot. This time, he was bolted in again. He was too tired to even think about resisting. There was something new about this feed. It flowed like molasses but had no taste. Cole didn’t care, he just nursed the spigot until it ran dry. It took nearly an hour. After, he crawled into his corner when he was released and fell asleep, hoping he could stay that way until his fever was gone. Cole awoke to the meal bell, and his call. “Here pig pig pig”. He rotated over, and went to the spigot. As he began feeding, something strange happened. Until this point he had known his cock was hanging below his belly, even though he could not see it. Suddenly something shifted, and it felt like his cock had sunk into his stomach. “Oh fuck. They got me so fat it sunk into the folds”, Cole realized. But then he didn’t care again. Cole hadn’t seen himself in a mirror since his weigh in. But he knew what he must look like, and didn’t care. Little did he know the next time he would be weighed and see his reflection he wouldn’t recognize himself. That was the last part of the Hog Farmer’s process. In another six weeks, he’d be ready to give his livestock to the client. ——- Next part soon, feedback is appreciated.

Part 7- The Hog Farmer ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole woke up to his feeding call. He no longer knew what day it was or how long he had been there. In reality, ever since his weigh in, it had only been a week., The first day he had remained bolted to the spigot, just swallowing the Hog Feed as it came through, accepting the cum deposits as they came. They didn’t clean him out, after the sixth feeding in as many hours he saw the Farmer enter the stall. It was the first time in weeks Cole had seen him. He just stripped, exposing his glorious tattoo’s that covered even his cock. He shoved a syringe with another deposit into Cole’s ass, and when he was done, stuffed his massive 8in cock into Cole as more Hog Feed came down the spigot. Cole had stopped registering though. For him, it was all about what came down the spigot and fed him. When the Farmer was done, he unbolted Cole from the wall, knowing the work was done. “Here pig pig pig”. Cole now was receiving feedings twelve times a day; just as the stranger had said in his weigh in. Not that he really registered that anymore. Every time he heard the call, he moved to the spigot and sucked on it until it ran dry. Today was different though. He no longer got nauseous at his feedings, however halfway through he suddenly pulled off the tube, and vomited. “This isn’t right”, Cole thought, his brain his own again for a moment. The stall swam, and he fainted. The stall swung open, and someone felt his forehead. “Get the Hog Farmer. It’s time”. Cole felt the back of the latex suit being unzipped once again, and he was dragged out of the stall where he was unceremoniously cleaned out. “Well well, took ya long enough”. He heard the strangers voice above him. “This must be the Hog Farmer”, he thought. “You finally got the fuck flu. I have a tally board in my office for you, you got bred fifty times and you had twenty deposits. Can’t believe it took this long, but we got you there.” Cole laid there wondering how he could have lost count of the number of times he had been fucked in such a short time span, but the fever took over and he stopped caring. He was swimming in the latex suit in sweat. “Now, my man told you that you were a hog now. And that’s the truth. After we’re all done with you, you’ll go back to your stall for awhile longer. But remember, I told you we have two types of livestock here: steers and pigs. You ain’t a pig anymore, you’re a hog. And our client said to let us do whatever to get you into shape. So you’re gonna lay there, and we’re going to let the steers at you.” The Hog Farmer said all of this with a wicked grin. As he said this, a stall next to his was opened. A man was led out by a similar collar to Cole’s own, attached to the ceiling. This was not anyone like Cole had ever seen. Clearly he was on some sort of steroid. All of his muscles bulged unnaturally. His cock was swollen though like it had been in a vacuum, and his scrotum had testicles the size of tennis balls. Above his cock was a scorpion, with the tail leading down and ending on his swollen penis. Cole was so feverish by this point he barely retained any of this. He simply turned over, and lay down in a prone position. “That’s right hog, just accept it. Cum boss”, the Hog Farmer said. The steer approached Cole with a blank look in his eye, and without a word or any lube mounted Cole’s ass. He thought if he had been in better health he may have felt something, or even cared, but the tearing he experienced as the man entered him dry was nothing. After only a few short minutes, Cole felt the mans load being pumped into him. He barely registered that the man had broken through his second ring, and was planting his toxic seed deep where it would never escape. The man withdrew, and Cole heard a chain moving away. As we sweat profusely with fever in the latex, he heard the Hog Farmer say: “Bring out the next one.” ——— Continuing soon.

Part 5- Weigh In Cole shook his head groggily as he heard the loud clanging bell at the door to his stall. It only meant one thing: feeding time. Sure enough, the Farm Hand unlocked his stall and slid the door open. “Feeding time pig”. Though there were no windows or way to gauge time, Cole estimated he had been there about two weeks based on the strangers feeding schedule he had been provided. Every couple of hours, someone had come into the paddock and force fed him the odd mixture of fat gainer. This was followed by periodic cleaning out, and subsequent fucking. True to his word, sometimes the stranger made sure that Cole was getting bred as he was getting his feeding. The long stretches between feedings allowed him to guess that a day had passed, however that was beginning to slip. Whatever was in that feed that they had been forcing down his throat had begun to impact his mind as well as his body. After the second day, the mask and cannula were removed. Now when he got fed, he just opened his mouth at the sight of the tube, and no longer felt nauseous. He slowly realized by the end of the week the feedings had steadily been growing longer. Now instead of just a minute or two, the feedings sometimes lasted ten minutes. The breedings however were getting shorter, but increasing in frequency. He would have a load pumped into him in five minutes or less, but thirty minutes later would receive another one. A couple days ago, they had finally released him from the sling. “We’re moving you to a stall”. This man Cole had taken to thinking of as the Farm Hand. He was the only person Cole had seen since that first feeding. He administered all the feed, and cleaned Cole out. He led Cole to a grimy shower area. “First things first”, he said. He shackled Cole to manacles hanging from the ceiling, and proceeded to spray him down with a jet hose. Shivering and naked, Cole dangled there limply, exhausted not only from the rough bath but also from the stress of the last several days. Suddenly he felt his legs being spread apart, and a searing pain at the base of his scrotum. “Fuck he just gave me a guiche”, Cole realized. He tried not to struggle as the man then pierced his nipples, followed finally by a septum piercing. Unhooking Cole from the shackles, the then dragged him by his collar to a modified horse stall, even smaller than the paddock he had been in. His collar was re-attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the door slammed shut. Now, two weeks later, Cole wasn’t even sure who he was anymore. Every time he heard the clanging of the bell, the Farm Hand just said “Feeding time pig”. Cole went over a spigot in the wall, and sucked on it as the feed flowed through. Sometimes he would suck on it for fifteen minutes before it stopped. The breedings had stopped for some reason, but Cole’s brain had stopped processing things like asking “why”. However several times a day, the stall was opened, and the Farm Hand dragged him to the shower area to get cleaned out. On this particular day, Cole was fed for about twenty minutes (he had learned quickly after being moved here if he didn’t finish all of it, it meant time shackled and his ass flogged). As he left the spigot and started to work his way back to the far wall where he slept, the door suddenly slid open. “Come on piggy, it’s time for your weigh in. Our client wants to see our progress with you.” It was the man from the first feeding, that had explained what was happening to him. The Farm Hand grabbed the collar and yanked Cole down the hall to a door he had seen but never entered. As they went in, Cole was blinded by fluorescent lights. This room had a very sterile appearance. To one side was a large scale. Cole had spent enough time on his family ranch to know this was used for weighing livestock. “Get up there,” the man ordered. Cole stepped on the scale. The light blinded him still from seeing the numbers, but he heard the stranger say “Hm… 290. Little smaller than we expected at this point. Guess we’ll have to up the feed”. 290lbs… Cole registered suddenly that when he first came in, the stranger clocked him at 230. If his time table was correct, he had gained 60lbs in two weeks! “Ok, get him off, and we’ll get the photos”. Cole was dragged to what could only be described as a police line up wall. There were height marks in the wall. He was then made to stand in different positions; front facing, left side, right side, rear; while a series of photos were taken of him. “Aight, put him in a sausage casing, and bring him back. Oh, and start giving him deposits after you clean him out. We aren’t breeding him right now but he ain’t got fuck flu yet, so let’s see if we can speed it up.” As the farm hand dragged Cole away from the wall and into another corner, he caught a glimpse of himself in a full length mirror, the first he’d seen himself in weeks. His feed addled brain was actually shocked by what he saw for a moment. ——- Part 6 coming soon.

Part 4- Livestock ”What is this stuff?”, Cole wondered. The air was making him sort of loopy, like when he had nitrous at the dentist. The fluid was runny but thick, like melted ice cream. It didn’t really have a taste, but was sort of like milk. He could feel it flowing into his stomach, and his belly swelling. Just as he thought he was going to vomit, the tube was removed and he gulped air in through his mouth. The air flow stopped, and his mouth was covered with tap. ”There, I bet you feel better now that you have something in ya’”, the man said. “Now that we fed ya and bred ya, I figure it’s time we tell you a little bit about our farm. First, we’re way upstate. Our road ain’t on any map even, so you can shout as much as you want when we decide to take let you have your mouth back, cause no one will hear ya. We started this operation a few years back, we realized there are a lot kinky fuckers out there that will pay good money for boys like you, but that need a little… work first. So they pay us, we get livestock like you ready, then they come and collect ya. Don’t worry about your family, you sent them a lovely email telling them that you’re out west for a few months, right before you accidentally dropped your phone in the river.” By this point Cole was starting to panic. He had no idea where he was, where to go even if he did somehow get out, and his family had no way of locating or tracking him. ”Now here on the farm, we have two kinds of livestock: steers and pigs. This guy paid a lot of money for you, and we have a lot to get done. You’re a pig. Here’s how things are gonna go to start: you’re going to get fed six times a day. It’s my own special blend of milk, mass gainer, and some other stuff to fatten you up. Usually it’s used on actual pigs but you need the help. Oh and some poz cum mixed in, just to make sure you get used to the taste. This client wants to make sure you’re good and poz when he gets you, which is why… hey now, stop thrashing!” Cole had begun to wrench around in the sling. He hadn’t gone back on prep since the break up. A whoosh of air and he felt leather smack across his bare ass. It stung so much he was still again, tears streaming down his face. ”As I was saying, he wants you knocked up by the time he come to collect, which is why we’re gonna breed ya between feedings. Maybe even during. We’ll send him progress videos every few days and he’ll let us know if we need to make any… adjustments. But that’s it for now. We weighed you at 230 when we got you in. We’ll see where you’re at in a few days. But that’s it for now, so just lay back and relax.” Despite the depth of his voice, Cole could pick up on the cruel sarcasm in his inflection. “Oh before I go, one more thing”. Cole suddenly felt cold metal clamp down painfully on both his nipples. Suddenly they were yanked taught up in the air. Cole yelled into the mask. “Gotta get those tits nice and big, piggy. Now enjoy your meal, someone will be back in a few hours to clean you at and give you a few more loads.” No one replaced the ear flaps this time, and Cole could hear footsteps moving away. As he laid in the swing, nipples stretched upright, ass full of the plug and belly fuller from the feeding, exhaustion suddenly swept over him, and he passed out. —— Working on the next part, feedback is appreciated.

So far, I got 225. Don't know if I could get higher since I've done pretty much everything that's within my limits.

There aren't many things that make me afraid but this time it was different. I was in line at the MEPS building about to go in for my physical exam, my last step before going into the US Army and I was terrified. For years I have dreamed of nothing but joining the army and it seemed it was almost a possibility. I looked around at the other 50 or so other young men eager to get this over with and start training to serve our country and it was hard for me to stop checking all of them out. I heard my name being called up with ten others and walked into a fairly large room and then we were all told to stand real close to each other and we were all told to strip to our underwear. I could see a few of these other men shy to do so and so was I but we were told to get over it because there was not something we could get away from once we were sworn in and sent to basic where we would be naked showering with other guys so get used to it. Once we were all standing in our underwear we were told one at a time to jog in a circle around the room and once completed to do a few reps of pushups and situps. Once that was completed one of the doctors walked up to each of us and inspected our hands and feet looking for anything that he could see that would disqualify us from enlisting like flat feet or any other body issues. Once completed we all sat on the bench in the room and waited one by one for a doctor to call us into the private rooms and do a more through inspection and to talk about our medical histories My name was called first so I stood and collected my clothes and walked into one of the private rooms and sat waiting for the doctor to walk in. There was a knock at the door and the doctor walked in and shut us in the room. The man who walked in was a stunning man in his thirties I guess with black hair, a strong framed jaw with five o clock shadow and a body that can be seen that many men strive to have. He introduced himself as doctor Sean Exavier and I shook myself out of a daze to greet him back. Well James from what I see so far you look to be in the shape the army is looking for in its troops and I am here to make sure there isn't anything that would keep that from happening further. So let's step onto the scale for me. I stood up and stepped on and he noted in my file my weight of 195 pounds and had me stay standing as he took my height. He noted my height at 6ft 3 and I was pleased when he told me that I am the perfect height and weight for someone my age. I beamed with pride hearing that after spending months working out to get myself ready. Alright now I need you to remove your underwear for me so I may finish the rest of the exam. I was a little hesitant but he assured me that many guys who come through here have been the same and to remind myself that it will happen more and more once I enlist. with that I stripped my underwear off and the doctor didn't even react to the fact that I was rock hard. My cock stood at full attention. It's a full eight inches and I am circumcised with a thick mushroom tip. The doc went right to work feeling my balls checking for any lumps and had me cough for any hernia. It felt amazing when he was touching me and as a plus he wasn't wearing gloves so I could feel his soft skin. He lingered a bit more on my balls and I went red when he asked me to turn around and that he was going to give me a prostate exam now. I turned around and bent over and could feel him spreading my ass open and felt even more red when he commented that he liked my tattoo. I started to stammer and was so worried that he was going to say that because I am POZ that I could go no further and wouldn't be allowed to join the army. He sensed my fear and told me not to worry about it. There are plenty of guys who come through that are HIV+ and have led perfect army carriers. I was relieved when he said this and now turned on. He turned away from me for a moment and told me not to move. He was back at my ass now sliding his wet fingers at my hole probing to get in. I tried to relax as best as I could to allow him access to my hole and then I felt him enter me. For some reason it hurt when he did and I didn't realize until I reached back and found it was no longer his fingers but the head of his cock pushing in. I didn't hear him get naked at all but looked over and saw his clothes neatly folded on the chair next to the exam table. I was shocked that a doctor would take advantage of his patient like this but I am so glad that he did. He slammed his full cock into my ass and pulled me in whispering in my ear that I was getting his added strain to take with me to basic training and licked my neck and continued to slide in and out of my ass making me whimper. He started to make out with me to help keep me quite so any of the others outside wouldn't hear what was going on and he kept pulling all the way out and slamming it in to the root making the exam table squeak more and more with each thrust. I was in heaven feeling each of this doctor filling me and I was leaking so much pre cum and he was smearing it around on our bodies. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and felt him getting thicker as well. He whispered in my ear just as he slammed in one final time "welcome to the poz army slut". With that I lost it completely and squeezed my ass so tight I could feel him unload his poz strain into my ass and it made my cock blow and cover both of us in my cum. We both caught our breath and as he pulled out with a wet plop he grabbed a butt plug from one of his drawers and put it in me stretching my hole and then closing it on the base to keep his strain inside. He kissed me one more time and helped me off the exam table and quickly cleaned ourselves up before we got dressed. He winked at me and said good luck in basic you poz pig. He opened the door and called for the next recruit in line. I went to the next station at MEPS knowing that the army would be a life to look forward to. Part 2 cumming soon

The steps creak up the steep staircase. The smell of sweat and bleach saturate the carpet. He promised me a full charge load. Saved for me. Saved just for me. Palms already sweaty I pay the room fee. Fresh bottle of rush and scribble my name into the sheet like everyone else has done. He says he's already. "Dark room. Hurry, pig." He calls me pig. And he's right. That's what I am. Only happy when I feel the skin on skin contact. Only happy when I know that I'm doing something I know I shouldn't. That I know will get me into trouble. Drop off my stuff in the room and take that first sniff of poppers. Rush and warmth. It's dark down the halls and my head is already spinning. My hole twitches as I head down to the dark room. Several doors are open, revealing asses facing the door, and guys stroking, guys checking out their phones. If any of the guys want me, I'm game. I don't care who plays with me. I see the faint outline and subtle glow of the bleached white towels. He's sitting off in the corner, stroking his hefty cock. I sat down and look to my left. Yeah, it was definitely him. I take a long sniff. "Good pig." He says while stroking his cock some more. He's on the top seat. I'm in the bottom. I move over and position myself, knees on the overused cushion I lick up the base of that cockring engorged dick and I can feel the girth and weight of what I'm going to take. Its heavy, heavier than the pictures made it. Heavier than I thought. Full of poz cum that I wanted, that I needed to be inside me. My mouth envelops his cock and I get to work. Desperately trying to make him wet and harder. I need him to feel like he's more than me. I need him to see that I am a good pig. That I deserve his seed. He moans. He squeals. He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I obey. Propped up against the bench I take a long hit of my poppers as I feel heat at my back door. He enters. This isn't love. This isn't first time. There's pain. But Only for a second. I know he's tearing me. I know he doesn't care. All I know is that finally I feel whole. He grabs my shoulders and starts his assault. He's slow at first. Then fast. He calls me his bitch. He calls me a pig. "Fuck that's hot." I realize now there are two other guys there. A black guy and a young white guy. The black guy moves up in the bench. My hole still taking a pounding. "He in you raw?" He asks. "Yes." I squeak. I feel so used as these men watch this old man pound at my hole. "Can I go next?" The young white guys. He's stroking his long thin cock "Sure." My buddy says. He starts to pick up the pace. He's getting closer. "Suck this dick" the black guy says and brings his cock to my mouth. I take it. He's larger than my friend. He smells like sweat and b.o. The only sounds are me sucking and my friend slamming against my hole. "Fuck!!!!" He yells. Thats the first one. He pulls out. Slaps my ass and casually says.....next.... ***hope you guys got off. More to come. First time posting like this hope you enjoy***

There was a store called Circus of Books on Sunset Blvd in Silver Lake, it was my go-to for porn, poppers, and the things we boys need to play. This was back in the days when Silver Lake was scattered with leather bars, gay bars, sex clubs, and just scandalous. I go to the store the manager who became a friend of mine, was training a new guy, he fucking hot, tats everywhere (side note: tats weren't in back then) tall as fuck, medium-long brown hair, tight jeans showing a hell of a basket. The manager introduces us, his name was Bud, and he and his roommate just moved here. We get to talking he asked me if I could show him around later that night. I couldn't say no, that would be rude. I show up at 10 to meet with him and the manager asks us to come up to the office, never been there before, wtf it's not an office but a playroom. The manager shuts the door, grabs a pipe, and we start smoking, he says, Bud here said he wanted to fuck you, I told him I want to watch. Next thing I know Bud is stripping me down and sucking my dick before I know it I'm on my back getting my hole beat with Bud's big cock. After Bud breeds me the manager flips me on my belly and dives in with his huge cock. 30 minutes later were smoking some more getting ready for another round.

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I have had a couple of experiences with workers as well. The first was in Vegas at a gay resort I was staying at. There was a room where you could sit and watch porn on couches. I was up early and went in to see what it was all about. I don’t watch porn so I was really there to see who came in. A worker that had checked me in and I thought was flirting came in and stood next to me with his cock at eye level. We made small talk and then he rubbed his cock. I leaned over took it out of his linen pants and started to suck. A few minutes later I was bent over the couch and he was balls deep. He bred me and still no one came in. I sat there waiting for the next guy with his cum oozing out of me. The second time was at steamworks in Chicago. I was there during the day when Howard brown was doing hiv testing. I recognized the guy as a boyfriend of a friend of a friend kind of thing. He was really cute and was giving me eye contact. I was cruising around and ran into him. He said he only had a few minutes and turned me around and bred me. I had thought he was a bottom because from what I remember of his husband he was very dom. After he came he went back to doing testing. It was really hot.

First time was with another guy in my grade, both 15. We were friends and started sucking each other off all the time that year, basically whenever we had a free 10 minutes. During lunch at school we would go to this one single occupancy bathroom and if it was full we’d go out to the wood’s behind the parking lot to swallow each others loads. After school I’d go to his house and we would go in his RV to make out & suck and eventually we got into fingering each other too. We got kind of careless sometimes. His two brothers would be on the couch and we’d get up and go in the walk in closet in his bed room which was just the next room over. We’d both cum and come back whenever we were done, I wonder what they thought we were doing lol. Anyways one day it was just us at his house and nobody would be back for awhile so we had spent the whole day naked together. At this point we had got in his parents shower and knelt on the floor taking turns fingering each other. I can’t remember who suggested we finally fuck but we went into his parents bed after and decided I would fuck him. Used some Vaseline on his hole and fingered him a bit more to open him up but once I actually had my cock in him he said it hurt. So I got on my back and he fucked me instead. I remember thinking about how warm his dick felt inside me, it was only a few minutes until I felt it pulsing and he grunted and held himself inside me. Proud to say my first time I was bred. It’s still kind of hot to think back on this time cus it was honestly a really great experience that showed me for the first time how much I really loved cock. Been 8 years now and I’ve taken probably over 100 guys’ cocks but those few minutes I was inside him is still the only time I’ve ever topped. Born to bottom I guess lol.

Note: I'm using @hntnhole's post, but my comments are more intended for and directed to the OP, @BoyStrangler. Ok, maybe I haven't been here that long, so your mileage may vary compared to my own. I've held the unenviable role of moderating other sites over time (I currently have moderation authority on another very large public forum to review reported content or TOS violations), and I can fairly state that it's actually a pretty thankless job. It's like going into work knowing that you're going to piss someone off no matter what you do. Invariably, you do the right thing for the right reasons and the site users will always want to countermand you for every decision. You don't want AI to take over this job when the job of artificial intelligence is black or white and humans can interpret the various grey shades between. Not your circus, not your monkeys, try your hand at creating your own very similar site and see how well you do. And like @hntnhole, I've had disagreements in opinion of certain people on the site, a few of whom might feel as if "they're always right, and you're always wrong". There's this wonderful function on the site that lets you force ignore all of their postings when you've had enough of it. Maybe not a bad idea to do that every so often to let things cool off, as they always will. But if that doesn't work out for you and you find yourself victimized in some way, try a hobby. Youtube has plenty of how-to videos, for instance "How to remove your own appendix", along with any number of cat videos and pimple popping. Try it out. And if you ever want to see true censorship, walk on over to Facebook sometime and meet their Ministry of Truth. That'll make this site seem like paradise. Agreed wholeheartedly. Of course there will be some [banned topics] for either legal or ethical reasons. The same way that Youtube doesn't show videos on animal vivisection -- not everything is suitable for consumption. One to keep in mind.

Part 10- The Second Weigh In ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole heard his feeding call and dragged himself over to the spigot. His fuck flu had finally passed. Now he just felt hungry and tired. As he finished nursing the spigot, the stall door slid open. The Farm Hand grabbed his chain, saying nothing. He dragged Cole to the sterile room again, and shoved him onto the scale. This time, Cole realized what was happening. The Hog Farmer was not in the room this time. The Farm Hand just weighed him, and measured his height. Something had happened though. Cole thought he had gotten over the fuck flu just a couple of days ago. In reality, it had been another two weeks. Since his time had begun in the original paddock, Cole now just gave in. “320”, he hear the Farm Hand say. Cole could feel his tits hanging loose. All he thought about though was his next feeding. —— Working on the next part.

On Grindr, since you can change your display name at will, when I host, one I take my first load my display name becomes ‘OneLoadIn’. Then, ‘TwoLoadsIn’, and so on. Last time, I ended up on Grindr under the name ‘SevenLoadsIn’. It’s funny to watch how the number of guys viewing the profile picks up speed the higher the number goes. That being said, last time I tallied 132 views on Grindr - and I think only one of them actually fucked me. That may just be Louisville for you - I’ve had similar results before - but it does beg the question of whether I’m hurting my chances by essentially documenting my increasing sluttiness in real time. By far, most men who walk through my hotel or bathhouse door are likely to call me a slut or a whore, and it’s obvious that that doesn’t bother them one bit - in fact, they enjoy it. It seems to give them license to use me harder, or with less restraint; since I’m a whore, the sex, they figure, is what I’m for. Given the situation, I can’t argue with that. So if someone looks at me in judgment over my promiscuity, it just indicates to me that they don’t understand what the whole thing’s about. They have a very limited view of what sexual contact ought to be, and if it doesn’t fit into their framework they don’t want it. There’s not much you can do with that. I understand a considered decision not to engage with promiscuous sexual partners on the basis of STD risk, but at the same time I actually feel sorry for a man who denies himself the use of me because he has a preconceived notion of what I am (note I do not say who I am, as sluts are objectified). He is a man who fucks ass; my ass is available to him; the ass is of good quality; but he goes without. It’s a shame. I’m always fascinated by the sounds men make when they orgasm inside me - they make sounds men don’t make in any other context, sounds that rise up from the very root of them and reveal a vulnerable side, even the most hardened, aggressive Dominant. I sometimes wonder if those who shun sluts are in fact simply afraid of their own vulnerability.

Maybe cheap. Maybe a whore. But in my opinion, both of them can be complements. And I rather enjoyed stuffing my cock up his ass and dumping a couple of loads up there.

I had something similar going on with my ex-boyfriend's dad. I was 18 and it was my very first real relationship. I was deeply in love with my ex, but when I watched him interact with his dad it gave me heat flashes. His dad was overly affectionate, as is constant kisses on the cheek, shoulder rubbing, cuddling, etc. One time I showed up at his house and he was in the kitchen "helping" his dad make dinner; i.e. he was sitting on the counter with a glass of chocolate milk, swinging his legs back and forth while his dad did all the work. It made me crave his father more than anything. My ass would constantly shiver because I was insanely horny for him. But I never acted on it - Because I knew it would ruin my relationship with my then bf and leave him devastated. Because even if his dad was gay or bi and went for it, it would ruin their relationship, too, and leave them both devastated. Having said that, maybe you can be a brother figure to him and help him sort his wiring out. If your boyfriend isn't willing or in a position to do that, I'm sure he'd be open to a dynamic like that with you.

I just finished watching my own femboy faggot son kneel in front of me in a bra and panties, high heels and a pretty wig and full makeup, wrap her lipstick coated cocksucker lips around my cock and suck me off with the muscles in the back of her throat. She literally sucked the cum out of my balls and drank my load like a thirsty girl who was lost in the desert. There is something to be said for the difference between someone who sucks cock and someone who IS a cocksucker. A faggot like my son actually milks the cum out of mens bodies, through the cock and balls. lf you live with a cocksucker or know a cocksucker, you really should be using it. Great blowjobs whenever you want one and they love doing it. Someone recently asked me if I feel guilty using my biological sons throat regularly and even pounding her t-girl pussy now and then and I said fuck no. She’s legal, and more than eager to suck her old mans cock (Or any guy really, cause she’s a slut) plus she is the one who made it happen for the first couple dozen blowjobs before I even knew she was blowing me. (porntheatre gloryhole hookups). As long as she loves sucking my cock and is so talented at doing it, she might as well be servicing my cock.

Part 7- Poz Hog Cole laid in that stall for days. He was still collared to his chain, but they didn’t bother closing the door. “Steers” of all shapes and sizes would be led in at random points, mount him, dump their loads, and then be led out. They all had the same trait though: a scorpion above their cock, with the tail ending at the head of their penis. Cole was so sick and feverish with fuck flu he barely registered it. They gave him nothing but water for two days, however on the third they resumed the forced feedings. He had no appetite but didn’t get sick from the Hog Feed. On the fourth day, he woke up to another steer withdrawing his cock from him and being led back to a stall. By this point his hole was ruined. It barely closed anymore, and was in a constant gape, making Cole long for something to fill it. This time, the Farm Hand appeared and gave him a deposit from a syringe. “Today’s a special day. You’re gonna get your mark,” the man sneered. Cole had no idea what that meant and didn’t care at this point. A couple hours later, he appeared again. “Get up,” the man snarled. He dragged Cole by his collar back to the sterile room with fluorescent lighting. This time, there was a bench in the middle of the floor. “Fuck”, thought Cole. Again, his time on the ranch had taught him that rack was built for one thing only: breeding. The Hog Farmer was in a corner, naked. He didn’t have tattoos like the regular Farmer, just a skull and cross bones above his cock, which was pierced with a massive spiked PA. The Farm Hand led Cole to the bench, and strapped him in. Ankles, knees, wrists, neck. If it could be tied down, it was. He was merciful at least, and spread a large quantity of grease on Cole’s ass, he even shoved a large glob inside of him. The Hog Farmer approached without a word or expression, he moved behind Cole and thrust his giant pierced death stick deep in Cole. The Hog screamed and lost consciousness. The fuck flu combined with the sudden violation was too much. ”Wake up hog”. Someone through water on Cole’s face. As he came to, he realized he was back in his stall. Something was different though. He looked down, and realized he was in a different latex suit. This was red and black. HIs hole was on fire. “Don’t worry,” the Farm Hand said. “The client likes your progress. You only have to put up with us for a few more weeks. Then the real fun starts. But in the meantime, enjoy your new status, and your new ink”. Cole heard the stall slam shut. He realized it wasn’t just his hole that burned, it was both his ass cheeks and above his hole. He had no mirror, and the latex covered it, but he now had a biohazard tattoo above his ass, with “Poz” and “Hog” tattooed on either ass cheek. The pain was nothing compared to his fever and fuck flu though. Just as he began to drift off to sleep, his brain shut down as it heard those magic words: “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Working away. Let me know any feedback.

Watching cocks pumping sperm into wanting holes is only second to looking into a man's face as he does the same.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

When I'm fucking a regular fuck buddy I can control when I deliver my load. When I'm fucking a dude for the first time I can take longer than usual but if he pushes all my buttons then I cum real fast. Last night's fuck was just that - he was a short hairy muscle cub with the hairiest ass crack I've had in ages. My cock was straining against my jeans and my balls felt like they were gunna burst. He got down on all 4s and presented his ass - I mounted him balls deep - he was easy to penetrate but gripped my shaft like a velvet vase. I only put about 6 deep thrusts into him and I was already shooting my load. His response was "man, you fucking needed that" and he was grateful for the breeding. My question to bottom guys - would you feel short changed if I bred you real fast or would you take it as a compliment that I loaded your hole in under 30 seconds?

Here is my first try and writing a story. I am an only child. I always wanted an older brother. My dad traveled a lot on business, and so I thought a older brother could have filled in that void, someone to hang out with, play catch with, and generally a big brother who would 'show me the ropes' (hmmm looking back on things now, Freud would have fun with that last sentence). My father was also an only child, so I had no cousins on that side of the family, and my mom only had one sister, who had two girls, a few years younger than me, which wasn't what I was looking for either. So I didn't really have any cousins with whom to hang out, either. As I grew older and started finding porn, I discovered 'family' stories always made me horny. Not the father-son stories, but the stories that feature brothers who fuck with each other would (and still do) get me rock hard. These tended to fall into two camps: the loving older brother who takes his little brother under his wing and teaches about sex, - how to jerk off, and eventually how to suck cock and even get fucked, and the other type is the more sadistic older brother who basically rapes his little brother, makes him his slave and cum dump and then whores him out to his friends on the foot ball team. I found both of these scenarios really hot. I would have been happy with either kind of brother. I can't count the number of times I jerked off thinking about my older brother's cock in my ass. I'm not being immodest when I say I am kind of hot, - just repeating what guys have told me. I'm 28, 5'9"with a tight lean build, with black hair, blues eyes, a little fur on my chest with a treasure trail down to a nice big black bush, a smooth ass, hairy crack and then nice hairy legs. I have a nice size cock, and I am lucky enough to be one of those guys whose cock is a nice size even when soft, so I get noticed in the locker room. When hard, my cock is a bit over 7" with a nice mushroom head, so lots of guys like sucking my cock, and I get lots of offers to fuck, and I've have taken up guys on some of those offers, but I have always been a bottom (the little brothers in those stories were always the bottom for their big brother) so I am happiest on my knees sucking cock or on my back getting fucked. I have never had problems finding guys for sex, but never found the 'right' guy. I've dates some but it never worked out. My fault - they were never the big brother for whom I was looking. After a few mediocre hook ups, and a few where the guy didn't get the hint to leave afterwards. (I'm a mid-westerner I'm perhaps a too polite, or is it that being a natural bottom I'm just not forceful enough to come out and say, "that was a really boring fuck, maybe you should leave now"). Then I discovered the baths. At the baths no one is expecting to spend the night and have you make breakfast the next morning. And if a fuck is only okay, well a better one might be right around the corner. Which, sorry for that long preamble, gets me to the point of my story. I have always played safe.... I mean would suck and swallow (I do love the taste of cum) but I would never let a guy fuck me without a condom. Now, we all have a 'search image' of the kind of guy we find hot. For me, as I explained, I have been on the search for my 'older brother', so it's no surprise I've long been attracted to guys who were a a few years older than my age, but who look kind of like me (e.g., black hair, blue eyes, some fur), but they seem to be a bit few and far between in Minnesota, the land of the blonde haired Scandinavian, where I lived back then. Don't get me wrong, they are hot - most of the local guys simply don't look like they could be my big brother. Everything changed when I had to go down to Chicago on business. My meetings started on Monday, so I flew down Friday after work so I could explore the city, which has some great museums and wonderful architecture - and yes, I had heard the baths down there were hot, and so it was no surprise that I sought-out and checked into one of the bath houses. I had been there about two hours , I had had some fun... sucked off two guys, when I saw HIM. I guess he was around 32, about 6'2" about 20 lbs of muscle heavier than I, black hair, blue eyes, a nice thatch of black hair across his hard pecs, a trail down the middle of his abs, and nice strong hairy legs. His towel was slung low around his hips, so that the top of his bush was coming over the top, and I could see the outline of his big fat cut cock against his towel. I literally became weak in the knees..... it looked like we came out of the same gene pool.... he was just a bigger slightly hairier 4 year older version of me. I wanted him. I NEEDED him. I didn't care if he was gentle and romantic or tied me up and raped me. Either 'type' pf big brother would do. I needed to taste his cock and feel him inside my ass. The only problem was that he was with this skinny blonde twink. Now, the kid was cute, but - well maybe it was just a one off. Maybe he wasn't 'into' smooth blondes, so I am kind of ashamed to admit this, but I started stalking him around the baths. Much to my dismay I noticed most of the guys he fooled around with were twinks, but I held out hope that while he had fooled around with a bunch of the twinks over the next hour, he didn't take anyone back to his room. So I got to see his cock as various twinks sucked on it for him. It was beautiful enough when outlined through his towel. When I saw it uncovered ....damn.... a massive black bush, low hanging hairy balls, and hard, it was about 8-1/2 a perfectly straight, a fat veiny cock with a big mushroom head. Finally, when he was in the steam room I got up the courage to try and get closer. He was on the top tiled bench, naked, legs spread slightly, his cock, in that wonderful 'not soft not fully hard' stage, just nice and plump hanging over his balls. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Sweat from the steam room, trickled down his fury chest, down into his pubes. I screwed up my courage and slid a bit closer to him and then reached out and brushed his chest with my finger tips. He gave a 'mmmm', that invited me to go a bit further and so I leaned in to gently take his nipple into my mouth. As I gently flicking it with my tongue he let out a longer moan, and then I felt one of his strong hand on the back of my head pushing me down to his cock. I slid my tongue down his chest, tasting his sweat as I went, down to his bush and inhaled, my cock twitched, my senses were on overload. Finally after all these years I was tasting, smelling, and feeling my 'big brother' (just like in those stories where the sweaty big brother comes home from football practice and makes his little brother service him). As I took the head of his cock in my mouth I could feel it stir and grow stiffer. He let out a slightly longer contented moan and he thrust his hips up slightly. He kept his one hand on the back of my head while I felt the other slide down my back to my ass, which by now had a nice slippery sheen of sweat. His had massaged my smooth ass cheeks for a bit and then started to explore my hairy crack. The hair was slicked down due to the sweat, but he found the longer hair right around my hole and started playing with it, pulling on it a bit and I moaned around his cock which was now fully hard and lodged down my throat. When his finger started entering into my hole I lifted my ass up, almost fucking myself on his finger and started to whimper when he found my prostrate, I sucked his cock and he worked my slippery butt for a while. I was in heaven, my 'big brother' was as hot and sexy as I had fantasized. His fat cock was in my mouth and I could taste his sweat and the precum that was leaking out of his piss slit. My nose was buried in his bush, his fingers fucking my ass. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his cock, but instead of saying 'thanks I think need to take a break' and ending it - as I had seen him do with the twinks earlier in the evening, he brought me up to his face and kissed me. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth, like he wanted to fuck my mouth with it. It was a forceful kiss, but with a hunger behind it, as if he needed me as much as I needed him. When he finally broke off, he was smiling. "You kiss as nicely as you suck. I don't like to fuck guys who don't know how to kiss, so are you really a bottom? Do you want to get fucked? Or do you just suck?" I quietly replied "Trust me, I am a total bottom. I love to suck but I really love to get fucked and you don't know how much I want your cock in me right now. I will do anything you want if you will fuck me." He smiled wider. "Nice. I like a nice hungry bottom. Its not very comfortable fucking on this tile, so let's shower off and go someplace more comfortable." I followed him into the shower room, and we both took a quick rinse next to each other and then toweled off. As I was about to wrap my towel around my waist he took it from me, and throwing it and his towel over his shoulder, he lead me naked into the orgy room. I was disappointed that we were not going back to his room, as I would have loved an intense one-on-one, but if he wanted an audience, I would do what ever it took to get his cock in my ass. There was a bowl of condoms by the entrance to the orgy room but he didn't take one. The room had a wide continuous carpeted platform around three sides of the room. Much of the platform was already full with other couples and groups going at it, so he lead me over to the corner that was more-or-less empty. Then he turned me around and as he pushed me down onto the platform I noticed one of the twinks with whom 'my brother' had played earlier in the night was also on his back getting fucked by a big black guy. As 'my brother" pushed me down, I naturally spread my legs as he lay down on top of me. I could feel his hard cock against my ass as he kissed me again. Again it was a forceful, hungry kiss. I could feel his rough 5 o'clock shadow rub against my face. (I had shaved when cleaning up at the hotel before I had come so my face was nice and smooth). While we kissed our hands explored each other's body. When we finally came up for air, he took one hand and started to align his cock with my hole and started to push in. "Wait, get a condom," I murmured. He paused, clearly startled, and replied "What happened to 'I'll do anything'? I thought you were a good bottom and wanted to get fucked." "I'm a bottom and I love getting fucked, and I have NEVER wanted to get fucked by anyone more than you. Please, fuck me, but please let me get a condom." He sighed and got up and walked away, I was devastated. But he stopped by the door where the bowl of condoms were, picked one up and walked back. He leaned down and kissed me, a little more gently this time "Listen, you are really hot, and I really want to fuck you, and you are an amazing cock sucker. Clearly you have been trained well, but you need more training on getting fucked. A bottom's job is to make the top's cock feel as amazing as possible. That's what you are here for." He turned and motioned to look at his friend who was next to us who had been getting fucked by the black guy when we came in. The black guy was now in the act of withdrawing his bare cock out of the kid's ass. I knew about 'barebacking' but had never seen it, never even seen a BB porn movie. All I knew about 'unprotected sex' was the horror stories we had been taught in sex ed class in school. So the sight of seeing a guy pull his raw cock out of the kid's ass was a shock - and, of course, very exciting. I could see a few drips of cum on the cock. The kid sat up, took the cock into his mouth and cleaned it off, smiled and said "Thanks Darryl.... that was hot." I was shocked. "Now see, Zach is a well trained bottom, HE knows how to give total pleasure, don't you Zach?" Zach smiled and moved over closer to us. "Well, I had a very good teacher" he said with a wicked grin on his face. "Well class is back in session." He motioned to my cock which gone soft during this discussion and said "Get it ready for the experiment." Zach smiled and leaned down and started sucking, while my 'brother leaned in and once more fucked my mouth with his tongue. I was rock hard in seconds. Once I was hard again Zach opened the condom and rolled it on my cock and before I knew what was happening sat on my cock. My 'brother' leaned in and said "that feels nice doesn't it? A nice ass on your cock?" "Yeah, it does." He nodded and Zach got up and ripped the condom off my cock and before I knew what was happening he sat back down on it and started riding my cock. "Now," my 'brother' said and he leaned in so just Zach and I could hear what he was saying, "Doesn't that feel a LOT better on your cock? I know you see the advertising about how thin brand x condom is, how 'natural' it feels? Bullshit, no matter how thin the condom is, no mater what special lube you use, it totally kills the sensation, and it creates a barrier. Sex should be about sharing, connecting. Blow jobs are great, but real sex is fucking. That's how real men have sex. Fucking. Fucking raw. Breeding is what it is all about. With the condom on, yeah, Zach's ass is a sweet fuck, but you couldn't feel just how sweet and velvety smooth his ass walls are. You couldn't feel the the other loads of cum already in his ass, could you?" The whole time he was giving me this lecture, Zach was riding my raw cock, and nibbling on my other ear lobe. Then Zach whispered "Do it, give in. You know you want to. If you are really going to be a bottom you need to join the brotherhood. Please? You will Love Chris' cock. He's a great guy and he gives the best fuck. Let him breed you." With that, Chris, my 'brother', who's name I now knew, leaned in and kissed me, deep, with that hunger that had captured me earlier. "Do it" Zack whispered. My head was spinning. Zach's ass felt amazing on my cock, and it was a million time better without the condom than it was when I was wearing a condom. Who knew that fucking could feel this good? Maybe I would fuck guys more often, but it was 'unsafe' 'risky' 'dangerous' - but it felt SOOOO good! "So how about it bro?" Chris asked. "You got me all hot and bothered. Will you let me fuck you, or do I have to find some 'real' bottom to fuck?" That 'bro' broke down the final barrier. I turned to look at him, looking into his blue eyes was like looking into a mirror. I had been looking for him for so long I couldn't let him walk away. I had jerked off too many times to this scene. Here was my big brother who wanted to teach his 'little bro' about sex, how to be a better bottom, how totally please him. I mean damn. I always prided myself on giving guys a great fuck. I knew my ass is talented. That I could really milk a cock, but here was Zach showing me that I had only been giving half the pleasure that I could have been giving the tops who fucked me - that up to now, I had not been a 'real' bottom. I knew I had to do it - at least once. Just this once would be okay, I thought. It can't be that risky. Chris seemed like a total top. Sure, he wasn't a bottom. It would be safe. Just this once. "Please little bro. Please, I really want to fuck you." "Do it. Let Chris fuck you. It will be amazing." "Yes" I answered. "Yes, what?" "Please Chris, fuck me." "And....?" "Don't use a condom" I said. Zach immediately rose off my cock and I 'assumed the position' on my back, legs up, and took my hands and spread my smooth ass cheeks to expose my hairy crack and hungry fuck hole. "Are you sure?" Chris asked as he positioned his fat mushroom against my hole and started to nudge his way in, just a little. "Yes, fuck me." As I felt his raw cock enter me, the final wall of resistance was broken. "Fuck me, fuck me raw and breed me. Bareback me" I pleaded looking straight into his eyes, adding a simple command: "Use me." He started slowly, almost tenderly, just like the 'nice' older brother in all of those stories. But as the fuck went along my moans and pleadings to be breed and fucked raw became increasingly urgent, and he responded by fucking faster, harder, and rougher, pinning my wrists down over my head. He frequently kissed me hard and deep, and then would move over and lick out my furry pit, then bite down hard on the muscle that runs along the top of the pit, connects the pec to the bicep, trailing his tongue up my neck, whispering in my ear how "Good your ass feels on my raw cock" and how much "I love the feeling of my bare dick in your ass" and "How fucking great it feels to bareback you." Then sliding his tongue down along my neck licking, he would sucking on that curve where the neck meets the shoulder and then bite down hard. I was going crazy, moaning, begging him to fuck me harder. Begging for his cum. I wrapped my hairy legs around his waist, holding him in, afraid he would escape. The whole time Chris was fucking me Zach was right there, serving as our cheer-leader, whispering encouragement into my ear: "Take it, take his raw cock, milk all his cum out of hairy balls, drain them, Didn't I tell you he was the best fuck? Don"t you love his raw cock filling your ass?" Even with the hard rough fuck Chris was giving me, I could feel when he was getting close. His thrusts into my ass became more urgent, more jerky, he looked me in the eyes, "Are you ready for your first load?" "YES. Breed me! Give me your load. I want your cum inside me,,,, BREED MEEE!!!" "FUUUUUCCCK, take IT!!!!!. TAKE IIIT! " It was amazing. I had been fucked a lot before this, but even when I had been fucked by boyfriends, where there had been at least some, even if not long lived, 'emotional connection', I had never felt anything like this experience. I could feel Chris's cock erupting inside if me. I looked Chris in the face as he came - just as I had looked into the face of so many guys who had come in my ass, but his face was different from all the others. Not because he was my 'long lost brother' of my dreams, but because his pleasure seemed more intense, and I realized that was what I craved: to give that level of intense pleasure to a man. Yeah, fucking Zach raw had been hot, but I was a bottom, and I realized THIS is was my purpose in life. My ass spasmed as he came inside me. "Welcome to the club" Zach whispered into my ear as Chris kissed me and pulled slowly out of me. While we had started off trying to be quiet, it had ended up a rather loud verbal fuck. As my focus shifted from Chis I realized several guys were standing around us watching us. None were wearing any towels off, and each guy was stroking his hard cock. Chris, moved to a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath after the fuck. As he leaned his back against the wall he looked at me and then at the men. "So, my little bro here just took his first raw load, who wants to be his second?" - To be continued -

Part 3 - Accepting his Birthday Gift Once we got to my place, I pointed Dae to the shower and threw my sweater and shorts in the washing machine. Then I joined him. It was a cramped shower, so we had no choice but to huddle up against one another. We made the most of it, making out, me biting his ear and pushing my hard cock along his crack and positioning it for entry. Before I could enter him, he stopped me. “Pretty sure I have HIV-positive cum inside me from that guy in the park. IDK if that matters to you.” I was bewildered that he knew. “How do you know that?” “Didn’t you see his scorpion tattoo? Or that he kept talking about giving me a birthday gift? Kinda obvious.” He chuckled. I was amazed. Dae knew his shit. “And you’re fine with that? Are you on PrEP?” “Not on PrEP, but my mom is a pharmacist so I can get PEP pretty easily if I want to.” “If your mom is a pharmacist, why didn’t you just get on PrEP?” I inquired, while turning off the shower and grabbing our towels. “I mean I have the pills. I just don’t take them,” he looked down at his feet. “This is gonna sound weird, but I guess I kinda like the risk.” I looked at him while I dried my shoulders. “I should have told you this earlier. That guy with the scorpion tattoo fucked me about a month ago, and I found out that I’m HIV positive yesterday before I went to the park.” Dae smiled as he bent over to dry his legs with his towel. “So you gave me your gift?” “Yea, I probably should have spoken up. I just didn’t want you to freak out and leave. I really wanted you.” “You want me now?” Dae turned around and leaned over the sink. “Poz me daddy.” Without a second thought, I pushed my whole cock up his ass in one go. He squealed like the pig he was. “Fuck. I want that toxic load daddy. Fucking dump it in my neg hole.” Dae was fulfilling his wildest fantasy, taking poz load after poz load after poz load. “Please daddy, knock me up. Make me your little AIDS whore. I want it.” The desire to please him and give him his wish propelled the quickest load that I’ve ever shot. “Take my poz cum Dae. You’re mine now.” Dae twisted around to kiss me. “Yes I am.” As our tongues met, more of my toxic cum splattered the walls of his rectum. I felt closer with this guy I met two hours ago than I’d felt with anyone my whole life up to that point. As he melted into me, I could tell he felt the same way. I slowly pulled out and fingered in any cum that spilled out, more aggressively than I normally would. My nails cut at his linings. Part of me really did want him to be mine. We wrapped our towels around our waists. I opened the door to find my roommate Deshawn waiting, totally naked. Deshawn was a 5’10” muscular black trans man, same age as me. He was a very hot guy with a chiseled jaw and braids with yellow and green beads at the tips. He’d had his top surgery and a series of tattoos to adorn his pecks and bulky upper arms. He also had a pussy and was an avid cumdump. I’d known him since the first year of college, and, while we fooled around regularly, we were best friends. “Hey poz daddy.” Deshawn laughed. I guess he’d heard us and the cat was out of the bag. “Yea, got some news yesterday.” “Sounds like you’re making the most of it,” he said looking at Dae. “Knocking up young sluts already?” I introduced them and explained a little of how we met. “Magical,” Deshawn said gliding past us. “Well, this bitch gotta pee, so y’all have fun. And Julius, I better get some of that newly charged juice in my pussy soon.” He mmmm’ed with conviction. He closed the door, and we made our way to my bedroom. Dae flung his towel off and collapsed on my bed making himself at home. “How the hell does class start in just three hours? Can I sleep here?” I laid down beside him and squeezed his nipples softly. “Yea, you can stay here. At least it’s a Friday. Where do you go?” “SFSU,” he sighed and then beamed. “I can feel your warm cum inside me, infecting me,” he licked his lips. “Yea, you should ask your mom for PEP ASAP.” He looked pensive for a moment and then lifted himself over me. “I don’t think I will. I want this part of you in me forever.” He kissed me softly. Between kisses, I tried to convince him that he didn’t have to get infected, but he had made his decision. Honestly, it turned me on that he wanted to risk it because I was the one giving it to him. Dae settled his head on my chest and our naked bodies entangled under the blankets. “This wasn’t just a one night stand, right?” “No. This was more.” I kissed his head and pulled him tightly into me. We drifted asleep. When the alarm went off, Dae was gone. He had left his number and Instagram handle on a sticky note pressed to my phone. As I dressed, I stuffed my morning wood down my pant leg. It would have been nice to have a fleshy young cunt to fill that morning, but it was a Friday. I knew, after work, I’d find something or someone fun to do.

In at 282. But then I am a filthy slut 😂

Chaps. If you went to Horse Fair at Central Station King's Cross on last Saturday 3rd Sept go and get yourself checked out. Dean St just told me I've got syphilis. Sorry to be bearer of bad news

Hello, Here is a small report of my 54 loads cumdump travel to the US. The first step was in Fort Lauderdale. Completely blindfolded. I haven't seen any of those guys. I began on a thursday around 4pm and stopped at 9pm and got 16 loads. I just advertised this party on a well-known bb website. And it seems the first guy was really motivated. He entered the room at 4.10pm and lost no time getting naked and breeding me 3 times before leaving. The second guy arrived while the first guy was still busy. And what a cock. Damned this man was really hung (probably 8.5"). What a wonderful begin. The next guys arrived regularly, approx every 20 min. One man stayed longer, licking my hole, but seemed not to breed me, hanging around watching. I have to say he bothered some of the guys, some left. So I asked him to leave. Sadly the 8th guy arrived around 8pm and had a really big PA, fucking with no real care... maybe is it my first PA or his way to do it, or maybe am I too sensitive to PA's but I had a lot of pain. He shot his load in me, but the damage was done. I still received 8 guys between 8pm and 9pm, but pain constantly increasing, I had to stop at 9pm with 16 loads. I will give you the second report asap.

I totally understand. I know that it's a dangerous situation that could ruin both relationships. Sometimes I'm a bit of angry with my bf. It's like he does not care about his brother. He's 25yo and he has never met any of his bf/gf. They live in the same house and he has never bothered to ask. I've told him that maybe he's gay but still he doesn't care. A sincere conversation would help, maybe there's something he wants to share.

Sometimes the only thing hotter to me than watching a bunch of hot FraternityX boys cum in each other is watching hot FraternityX boys get bred by some wrecked-looking, way older dude like Czech Hunter or the guy from Creeper Casting. Here are some of my favorites: The last 5 minutes of this Raunchy Bastards clip, truly living up to the old Creeper Casting name MaverickMan caves in, breeds boy, makes one of hottest sex scenes of all time This fucking aftershot Beautiful twink from FamilyDick takes load from intense, toxic-looking silver daddy (@47:00) A retro classic What's your favorite xgen breeding scene?

Not sure you'll be able to definitively nail this one down (so to speak). First off, as an aside: as a bottom i measure a Mans cock by more than physical size. For instance, my penis measure ~7" and is fairly girthy, but i perceive it as smaller than Top who has a 'large' drive to penetrate and breed. 😉 One possible explanation for Your morning wood variance could come down to circulation. Our endothelial function is effected by what we eat. A meal high in salt can severely restrict endothelial function in the first hour after eating. A high fat meal can do the same for about six hours, the effects peak at about 4.5 hours after. The endothelium lines our vasculature and is responsible, among other things, for secreting vasodilators that help regulate blood pressure and circulation. ED is a circulation issue. So, one could propose that since You are not eating things that may effect Your circulation because You are asleep, Your circulation improves while You sleep and the positive effects are in evidence in the morning. There are all sorts of other factors, just playing with fun physiological facts here. For instance, another factor could be decreased circulatory demand while You sleep. I.e., You're not moving around and placing more demand from other body parts. Apparently, a cock never sleeps.

This is completely true. Happened last night. I'm staying in the UK for a month looking after a friends house and their cats while he and his family are away on holiday. No sex for three weeks and I was as horny as fuck so, I started chatting with a guy on "Fabguys' Last night was the first time he was free, so we arranged to meet at his place which is local to where I'm staying. I already knew what he looked like as he had numerous photos on his profile but, he was better looking in the flesh. Early 30's, 5'8" tall, with fair hair and a fit trim body. I'm bot/vers and he was vers but, as soon as I saw him I just wanted to fuck him. We got stripped off as soon as I arrived. A bit of kissing then I was on his cock. About 6" and perfectly formed it tasted so good. We got into a 69 so he could reciprocate. While I sucked him was fingering his firm, hairy arse. I was so turned on I couldn't hold on much longer I told him I was going to cum and he kept me in his mouth as I blew my load. I had literally been there five minutes. I really wanted his load in my mouth but, he said he didn't want to cum yet. I felt so good having cum. We stared kissing again. He really was a good looking guy. I usually calm down after I've shot but, this guy was so horny I was ready for more. I turned him over and god his arse was beautiful. Really firm buns covered in downy light brown hair. I parted his cheeks a began rimming and fingering his hole. He obviously new where this was leading and reached into a bedside cabinet and retrieved a bottle of lube and poppers. I was still reasonably hard but when he handed me the lube and knew I was going to fuck him imminently I stiffened to full hardness. I lubed his hole and my cock. His hole was so tight and not just his sphincter but right up inside. Usually it takes me half an hour or more to recover after I cum to be ready to go again, but I was ready now I was so turned on. He took a couple of snorts of the poppers and offered me the bottle but as much as would have loved a hit, I know they can have adverse effects on my cock, so declined. I rubbed my cock around his hole then couldn't wait any longer. I slipped my cock into him. I honestly can't believe anything has ever felt so good. He groaned and encouraged me to fuck him. I held his hips as I ploughed his arse. Having just cum, I knew it would take a while but there was no way I was leaving this bed without breeding this guy. I fucked him like this for fifteen minutes. Sweat was pouring off me and was encouraging me to give him my load. Finally I felt the pressure building. I had no other thoughts in my head and no other reason for being than to fill his arse with my sperm. I came in him hard. My god it felt good as I pumped him and emptied my sperm into him. I was completely drained of seed and energy. I collapsed on the bed hardly able to move, covered in sweat and breathing hard. He turned toward me and cleaned my cock with his mouth then we kissed deeply. The taste of his his arse and my cum and the softness of his lips and tongue was wonderful. We lay like this for a while then I reached for his cock. All I want now was his cum in my mouth. I sucked his beautiful cock until he moaned and shot a thick creamy load into my mouth. I swallowed it all and we kissed again. We both fell asleep for a couple of hours until I left. As someone who is usually only satisfied when I've been fucked, I can say that was some of the best sex ever and I didn't miss being fucked at all.

It's not you. That's not the only moment when he's busy checking something in the mirror (or monitor feed). It looks disengaged because it is disengaged. Dude's a professional and should know better. Of course, I'm old (and possibly grumpy) too.

To me this is a great example of the connection between who and how we are psychologically and our sexual physiology. As i see it, You were fucking this guy before Your physical cock entered his hole. To me the Guy who understands that our brains/imagination/emotions, etc., are also our sex organ, can develop a whole range of 'foreplay.' i don't take it so much as a compliment, well maybe a little, as i get excited by His excitement. my bottom wiring is such that i am very responsive to my Tops energy. If He is excited, primal, ready to bust, all of that is contagious to me. i pick up His rhythm and when He cums, i am ready to receive it. For me, it's not only His cum i am needing/wnating/receiving, it's His need/want to breed, to have an orgasm inside of me. The fuck builds anticipation, the orgasm is the "climax." How quickly or slowly His orgasm occurs, His orgasm still leaves His body and enters mine.

I'm a sub in the bedroom. So getting my greedy ass fucked and breed ALWAYS sounds appealing. There's something that's just primal and possessive about blasting a load in a hole. So getting mine filled really ticks off some boxes for a good fuck. As for the poz element? For me, I think it's the thought of being injected and changed. Something that's deeply personal and also ultimately submissive. Once a dick's inside my ass, I can't resist anything that the other guy does in there. Can't make him go fast or slow. Hard or soft. Be aggressive or passive. There aren't really any muscles strong enough to resist or deny what's happening. I don't have control. It's sub heaven. So having a poz top use me means that once he's entered, I'm helpless to him forcing a load deep up my ass and altering me, marking me permanently, with his DNA. He'll leave behind a part of himself that will forever stake his claim on me. I haven't gone through that yet. But that's a large part of my kink behind wanting a poz top to own my ass some day.

Part 6 The next week was rough for me for a couple of reasons. The guys in my dorm definitely heard the guard fucking me. Or more precisely, they’d heard me taking it. Messages started appearing on my door “Fuck me! AH! Fuck me!” And “Give me that big cock!” One day, some of the guys were in the room next to mine and I could hear them fake moaning and yelling “I love that long cock! Let me ride it! Oh! Yeah! That’s so fucking good!” I’d never kept being gay a secret — I was out from the start on campus. But I’d always kept my sex life more private. Now everyone knew I took cock up my ass. That was something I didn’t necessarily want people knowing. On top of their bullshit, I wasn’t feeling well on Monday. I tried to push through it, but ended up leaving class early, despite my best efforts. Fever. Chills. Nausea. I told myself I must have gotten too much sun combined with the hot, muggy weather we’d been having. Certainly didn’t help that the dorms didn’t have A/C, so I couldn’t even get a decent rest. And after a couple days I pushed through it and made it back into class Thursday. Thursday evening it was raining. Campus was not well lit in places making it difficult to go for a good run after dark. I decided to go to the old gym on campus that night to run. There was a decent track on the upper level that overlooked the basketball court. The old gym was a good place to pick up games of basketball, floor hockey, volleyball, and to use the track. It was close to the older dorms where we were being housed this summer. There were a few people shooting hoops, but otherwise the gym was quiet. I had worn my running clothes, so I warmed up watching them play, then started my run on the track. There were a few really cute players, only one who I recognized. That surprised me since the campus isn’t that big, and by the end of the year you’ve seen all the faces. They were around my age. Could be a summer program on campus I hadn’t seen, or maybe some townies coming to play. I put on my headphones and ran for about 45 minutes. Then I needed to pee. I ran down the steps the basement, noting that the basketball court was empty now. The bathrooms are in the far corner of the building, and the hallway was dark except for the red light coming from the EXIT sign. It had the creepy feeling to it. I decided to take one of the headphones out of my ear. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I could see light coming from the men’s locker room. I stepped inside and up to the urinal. That’s when I heard an odd sound on the other side of the wall. I listened while I was peeing, trying to make out the sound. Finally, when I was done, I went through the half door into the locker area. It was darker here, with just one light in the corner. But the shower room was lit, and that’s where I was hearing the sound. I walked back to the showers, now hearing the water running. The cadence sounded like someone washing themselves, with occasional splashes of water striking the tile floor. I don’t think I’d ever been back in the shower room before – why bother when my own dorm showers are close? I didn’t think anyone used these – maybe faculty or commuter students? I did a casual walk over to the shower side of the locker room, peeking around the corner. The showers were classic for a building this old – a single room set in the back. I didn’t see any partitions or curtains. I’m not sure why, but I decided to go back there. I just felt this tingly sensation across my body that was motivating me. I knew it would look weird if I walked back there fully clothed, so I started stripping down. That was when I noticed a little pile of clothes on the end of a bench. I finished undressing quickly and walked back into the shower area. It was smaller than I expected; eight shower heads in a ten-by-ten space. Very cozy. A guy around my age was standing there. He was a little taller than me, but not by much. An athletic build, but not too muscled – just really nicely defined. He had dark hair and caramel skin tone from head to toe. His long legs looked sculpted, and I couldn’t miss his bubble ass. The poor guy visibly jumped – obviously startled by my walking into the shower. “AHH!” “Sorry,” I apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t know anyone else was down here. There’s a security guard who comes in, but you can always hear his radio and keys.” That should have been a clue to me, but it didn’t register in the moment. I was too focused on his face. A week’s worth of beard growth, trimmed short and neat. He had dark brown eyes and curly hair that was razored short on the sides. He was adorable! “Sorry,” was all I could think to say. I turned on a shower and started wetting myself. The water was cool which felt really good. The air down here felt even muggier than upstairs, and I unexpectedly starting feeling more refreshed. We both showered in awkward silence for a minute, nothing but the sound of splashing water in the room. I looked over tentatively. What was I doing? I’m in the basement of the gym, naked in the shower with someone. Now what am I going to do? This isn’t some porn video where he’s going to drop to his knees and blow me. But I was also totally turned on. His legs made me think of a dancer’s, and was was totally captivated by him. “I’m Justin,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Benicio. Most people call me Ben.” An interesting name. “I don’t recognize you. You live on campus?” “No. My mother’s a professor here. I’m visiting her for part of the summer.” We started chatting about ourselves. He was going into his senior year at a university in the Northeast. His parents were divorced and his father returned overseas a few years ago with his company, so he doesn’t see him often. Benicio, it turns out, was his grandfather’s name; he was half Jewish and half Brazilian. We’d been talking for a short time when it occurred to me that Ben was still here and showering. He’d been showering for at least 5 minutes before I came in. My heart started beating a little faster. “What brought you to campus? I saw some guys shooting hoops upstairs.” He laughed and shook his head. “Not me. Ball isn’t really my thing. I was just walking campus tonight.” That struck me as odd. Why did he need to shower if he was just walking on campus? “Do you come down here much?” He asked. I shook my head. “I’ve never been down here before.” The truth was out of my mouth before I thought about it. How do I explain why I came down here? “Didn’t you say you’re living on campus?” Oh oh. “I am.” I didn’t know what else to say. “And this is better than the dorm showers?” “Not really. Just convenient at the moment.” I also realized in that moment that I didn’t have shampoo or a towel with me. Or even a brush to comb my hair after. Nothing to dry off with when I was done. This was stupidly obvious. What was I doing? We continued to shower, silence just hanging there. I think I was on my third time washing myself head to toe using the dispenser on the wall. Benecio had to have done it at least five times. “I’m surprised you’ve never been down here before,” he said. “Why’s that?” “I dunno. Just convenient, I guess.” Another minute of showering in silence. “What brings you down here?” I asked. “I moved here when I was a senior in high school and my mom started teaching here. They let me take a couple college classes that year, so I would come use the library and stuff. I heard about this place from one of the security guards.” Click! “Blonde? Really tall?” I suggested. “Yeah.You know him?” “I met him in the dorm last weekend.” My heart started racing. There was a game going on here, and we were both fishing for something, but afraid to show our cards. Were we talking about the same guy from security. We must be. There weren’t that many security guards on campus, and most were a lot older; the guy from Sunday was definitely younger than most. “You just got hard,” Benicio said. “What?” He nodded toward my body. “You got hard when I asked about the guard.” I looked down. My cock was standing straight out. There was no way to hide it. I stammered, grasping for something to say, and coming up totally empty. Then I noticed Ben was smiling at me, and one hand slid across his own hardon. “You too,” I said. “Yeah.” Silence took over again. We were both standing in the showers, our cocks rock hard, and clearly not knowing what to do next. All sort of scenarios went through my head. But what if I was reading all the signs wrong? “He bring you down here?” Was all I could come up with to ask. “The first time, I mean.” “The first time. And he’s shown up a few times when I’ve come down here. I thought he might show up tonight; I saw him earlier in one of the jeeps.” He turned and his dick swung side to side a little. Benicio was no longer hiding anything. “Did he fuck you?” I asked a bit sheepishly. The room fell quiet again, except for the sound of water. “Yeah,” Ben answered, looking away as he said it. “What about you?” I nodded. “Yeah he did.” That was the final straw for both of us. Benecio took a step toward me, and I closed the space between us. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the short hairs prickle against my fingers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my cock; the other hand ran up and down my abs. We started exploring each other’s body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He docked the heads of our cocks together; I moaned a little and smiled at him. We’d been avoiding eye contact, but had finally looked up. Benicio had that mix of gentleness in his eyes and a masculine face. Caramel skin with dark hair and a the trim facial hair. I ran a hand under his chin to feel the short hairs. We both leaned in and shared a first kiss. It started slowly with our lips brushing, and then I felt his tongue gently lick my lips. It was hesitant until I responded, tickling his tongue with my own. We pulled each other closer and started making out. [If you’re enjoying this new installment, let me know. Can just click the blue heart or leave a message. I really appreciate all the support for this story!]

I was very young when I lost anal virginity from a much older man. I have to admit that I seduced him and didn’t blame him at all for what he did, because I deserved it. It hurt a lot when he came in, and he did it very carefully and just to head his dick. When the ass released the juice it became quite comfortable. When he started filling my ass with copious jets of cum, it became very comfortable and I know I wanted more then. Unfortunately, he separated from me, his dick just slipped out of my asshole, he wiped himself with a handkerchief, pulled on his shorts and left. I stayed lying naked on a towel on the part of the beach where I used to come to swim naked because I never liked swimming trunks. Soon another man appeared, older than the first, perhaps about 60 years old. He was naked, his dick was very stiff. I think he saw the first one fuck me. He knelt down simply, lifted my legs up and lifted his butt off the ground and pushed his dick into me without any introduction. He slid easily into his cum-lubricated buttocks, but went much deeper and more carelessly, which again caused not too much pain. Unfortunately, his fucking didn’t last long and he ejaculated into my ass before I became quite comfortable with his deep penetration. Luckily, he didn't just leave, he stayed with me kissing and caressing me, until his dick got hard again. Then he fucked me one more time, this time longer and in the end he made me very happy. We met often for the next few years and had constant sexual relations.

10, my sister's bf [both 15]. she talked him into it by a combination of he can't fuck her anymore and she will yell rape. He was happy to comply and so was i. This was right after school was out for the summer. Sis and i went home for lunch, after lunch, i went back to what was now our bf's house. i was introduced to many other Tops that summer, many times introducing myself to anyone i heard liked long-haired, fem boys like me. From that time on, i looked at every stranger i encountered, any age, for any tell they might flash as to their interests.

I keep a supply of condoms that I poked needles through a number of times and then flattened out the packaging so you can't notice. I always tell the bottom I want it bare and usually it's a deal breaker if they insist, on occasion when I'm really horny and there's no option, or they are particularly hot, or the bottom suddenly insists on condoms, then I'll roll on my tampered one which will last long enough to get inside before breaking and peeling back giving me a raw fuck, and a condom ring just in case the bottom checks. And always cum inside, it's just what a real man should do

Would love to have you poz my boy hole

Back in my late 20s, I’d been barebacking for over a decade, started young like many Including with my now ex through most of my 20s. We’d go clubbing, I’d split my time between the dance floor and the darkroom, giving n taking loads. Working night shift as security was great, no-one wonders why you are bleary eyes or even groggy at 9pm Monday evening. Around when I was 24 we moved and ended up living near a hot Spanish guy I worked with. We worked for different companies but in the same building and sometimes had to work on stuff together. Then I spotted him online. Hot and gay! He was around 6ft2, hairy as hell, Spanish lisp, great beard and salt and pepper hair despite barely pushing 30. He always wore baggy clothes which was a shame as he had an amazing ass, tiny love handles. Just my type. One day he came over for a threesome, after my bf wore him down and enticed him with my dick pics. We soon relaxed and got into it and after eating his hairy ass I rode his fat dick like my life depended on it as my ex licked and teased his nipples. Though eventually he said he wouldn’t cum in me... back then I was neg and much shier about being a bug chasing cum slut. He was neg though we somehow managed to ‘forget’ the condoms. My bf paid lip service to safe sex but he loved breeding almost as much as me, just wasn’t open with others or himself. A thoroughly unsatisfying fuck. Though with 4/5 fucks a weekend, and eventually getting some hot poz fisting buddies that would soon be fixed for me. It started out as “I’ll be poz probably?” To “I should get it over with” to the complete adoration, fetishisation of the virus, poz cum and poz men, nothing got me hotter than a biohazard tatt. I was on a mission About 9-10 months later, after my diagnosis as a proudly poz pig, we were both on a night shift and bumped into each other in the basement where his offices were. We moaned about how dead night shifts were, nothing to do. When he started getting flirty. Maybe it was my snug security guard uniform that really cupped my balls, maybe the big black boots. Maybe the fact he had not long broken up with his boyfriend who had put a stop to us playing apart from that one annoyingly load free time. We went into his office, a small dark windowless room. We started to kiss, I could smell his aftershave mixed with the funk you get after being at work from 9pm to 6am. He locked the door, then dropped to his knees. Rubbing his face in my crotch. I sat back on an office chair and let him unbuckle my belt, before he breathed in deep the smell from my underwear, rubbing my ever harder dick with his nose. I grabbed his thick hair and pulled back his head till his big brown eyes locked with mine. Now I don’t wanna brag (lie) but my dick is nice n thick, even longer then when I was clubbing every weekend and was skinnier than my beefy dad bod I now have. I hooked down the waistband of my Aussibum underwear till my cock sprang out. I slapped it over his face, I noticed it made him arch his back. He was clearly in greedy sub mode. I let him worship my dick for a bit, occasionally forcing him down, my hands on the back of his head. I love feeling that extra thick throat juice you get when a man chokes on your dick. Love to feel it flow down the shaft of my dick onto my balls. Eventually I push him back, stand up and get him in front on me, kissing him deeply, my hands massaging his ass through his tight suit trousers, relationship fat, I like ‘em chunky and love a snog suit on a big ass. He moans n asks if I have condoms / lube. I lie, I have lube in my wallet, as I have other plans. “No” I say “but I need to fuck you baby”. This makes him moan as I kiss his neck, and drop his trousers. I yank back his hair and flick my tongue over his nipples, His weak spot I remember, and begin to gently rub my finger around his hole, nestled among his super round pert hairy ass. I flip him round, use my work boots to spread his legs and bend him over his desk. I move my hands down his back before dropping to my knees and burying my tongue in his warm tight ass. He is moaning so loud I think someone may hear even though there are only a handful of people in the place. Eventually I stand up and tap my dick against his hole, my thumbs keeping his dark hairy cheeks out of my way. I ask him if he wants it. Now he may think I just mean my dick, but I’m thinking about the thick poz unmedicated load brewing in my balls. “Yes” he gasps... “but don’t cum in me”... “Sure” I say, though it’s totally unconvincing, he is too horny to notice the smirk on my face. I tell him to choke on my dick to lube me up as I slip a finger in to his ass. He’s a pro and his hole relaxes till I’m knuckle deep. “Slut” I say and his knees almost buckle. Though the spit soon dries. All I have to do is keep pounding and it’ll dry up nicely, just what I want. I grab his kneck, hold his head down on my dick, his chin against my balls till I feel his stomach heave. Then I spin him round ready to plow him. I place my hands on his shoulders as I line my dick up with that hot hairy hole. I tell him to spread his cheeks. I slip my head in. He moans and it vibrates through his body. I start slow but soon end up halfway and he’s moaning up a storm. I then thrust balls deep to his surprise. I have to hold those shoulders tight to stop him moving off. “Shhh” I say “take it all like a good boy”. I get a rhythm going, he starts jerking off. I feel his hole relax but as I get deeper I feel the resistance as my dick forces it’s way along his guts, the friction making his insides hot as the spit dries. I work the angles till I start hitting that spot. He actually screams out. “FUUUUCK” I don’t let up.. “You want it” I pant “Fuck yes” “Want me deep inside you” I grin “Mmmmhhhhmmm” “Gonna take it” I can almost see biohazard signs in front of my eyes “Yessssssuuhhhhhh” He starts to twitch, I hear his load splattering over the paperwork on his desk, his ass tightens and my balls rise up and empty out. I make sure my knees are behind his, his hips against the desk my hands on his shoulders. He has nowhere to go. I grunt n growl and I feel my dick twitch. He says “oh fuck I feel it”. I hold us both still till my knees give out. My face falls to the back of his neck. I slowly move back n forward. Never pulling out. I give a deep thrust pounding past his second spinchter. “Bad boy” he says clearly blissed out but not wriggling off my toxic dick. “I had to! You begged for it” He then realised his shirt is between the cum soaking into the paperwork on his desk. His hole cinches shut in panic, keeping my toxic cum inside him as my cock slips out. “Fuuuuck” he says realising the state of himself. Sadly I doubt he would want to clean my dick in his panic. As he realises his shirt is soaked through with cum and the paperwork ruined. I tell him to blame it on spilt coffee and get dressed. “We should do this again” he looks sheepish. As I unlock the door. I feel electric, is this my first neg hole I have bred? So reader, you wanna know if it took? Well we fucked on and off for a few months. We did the charade of, “condom” - oh no I forgot! A few times, and the odd don’t cum in me. Then he got some clean cut, and certainly neg bf - online he was a safe sex crusader. They split up after a few months, and I move jobs. A few weeks later I bump into him at the sexual health clinic. Not the floor for general check ups, the one where the poz pigs go to get their bloods and meds. He blames his dull boyfriend, I say “He didn’t seem the type, I guess you never know”. I knew it had to be me. Then I just smiled, and say, “We should fuck some more” and left.... he obviously didn’t click I was on the same floor as him. He must have at some point as he then blocked me everywhere. How rude after giving him that gift! Nowadays he is being a cumdump on BBRTS and says hi to me! Hopefully I can recharge him sometime. this is my first proper story, would love your feedback, as well as your holes on my dick.

Part 29 Rob sulked in his cage for the rest of the afternoon. The party tonight couldn’t come fast enough as far as he was concerned. “It is my time to shine.” he thought. “I’ll be getting all the cock tonight just like I deserve.” He didn’t know that there were plenty of people that agreed that he was going to get what he deserved; their reasons were different than Rob’s however. When someone finally came to get him for the party, he crawled out of his cage as fast as he could just like an excited puppy. When they got to the prep room, Rob jumped up into the chair. He loved this part. He hoped they gave him a really large slam; Rob wanted to be totally flying when the Tops started to fuck him. What confused Rob was that when he hopped into the chair, they tightly restrained his arms and legs. It had been sometime since they had to restrain him for a slam or a booty bump so it didn’t make sense to him that they were doing it now. It also seemed weird that there were a couple of guys with video cameras in the room as well as some extra lighting equipment. They had never videoed his prep before. “Maybe there are just here to follow me when I enter the party room,” Rob thought, “Although that doesn’t explain the lights.” Nick arrived and pushed a small cart into the room. He was dressed in full leather which was also unusual for pre-party preparations; especially since Nick generally spent little time on the actual party floor. Rob couldn’t tell everything that was on the cart as some items were covered with a towel. He did see the syringe that he knew contained his meth. Nick pointed at Rob’s hard cock and said, “I see you’re ready for your conversion.” Rob shook his head slightly and replied, ”What do you mean, don’t you think you’ve already converted me to a cum dump?” Nick said nothing but a wicked grin appeared on his face that really scared Rob. Nick grabbed something off the cart and walked up to Rob’s face. Nick stuffed a dirty jock strap into Rob’s mouth. He then said, “I need you to shut up and listen to me for a minute.” “Your followers on the website have been asking for this since the first time you were fucked on camera.” A voice in Rob’s head screamed “What the FUCK is going on!” Nick stepped back a little and continued his explanation to Rob. “You may be wondering about all the cameras and extra lighting.” Rob nodded his head to acknowledge that fact. “Well we are streaming this little party LIVE tonight.” “This party is actually turning out to be one of the highest selling pay-for-view events that we’ve had all year.” “Your “favorite” bar Renegade in Ohio is actually holding a special event to view this in the backroom of club.” “I’d ask you wave and say hello to the folks back there but it looks like you’re a little tied up right now,” Nick laughed. Nick held up a piece paper to the camera and said “Here’s part of the contract this cum dump signed showing that this is CONSENSUAL.” Nick then grabbed another document from the cart and showed it to the camera, “As you can see from these test results, this slut is also negative as of earlier this week.” Nick turned to Rob and started shaking his head. “To tell you the truth whore, I’m a little surprised by this result after all the raw loads you have taken; but then again it would take a while for that PReP you were taking to flush out of your system and of course we really didn’t start feeding you the corticosteroids to impair your immune system until a few days ago.” Rob felt a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat as he came to the realization of what Nick and others had been implying about this party and his next conversion all along.” He struggled against his restraints but to no avail. The pre-loaded point was the next thing removed from the cart. Rob started feeling the effects almost immediately and reflexively started flexing his ass hole. Nick then held up a white bristle bottle brush. He coated the stiff bristles with Tina powder and slowly pushed the brush into Rob’s ass. Rob gasped through his jock gag as the brush was inserted and twisted inside his ass hole. The camera man squatted close to Rob’s ass hole to capture a close-up of Rob’s preparation. All of the men invited to the party had high viral loads but it didn’t hurt to make Rob’s ass a little more receptive for their tainted seed. They actually competed with each other to see who could convert the most neg bottoms. The brush did its work on Rob’s fuck chute. The bristles appeared pink as the brush was thrust in and out of Rob’s hole. Finally the brush was pulled from Rob’s battered ass and held in front of the camera. Every bristle was coated in pink ass slime. Rob was ready to receive his celebratory gift. At this time Rod was flying so high that all he cared about was having something back in his ass. The emptiness he felt with the removal of the brush was driving him insane. Rod was led to the party area. The room looked pretty empty compared to usual; the only things present were the stage, the sling and all the video screens and extra lighting. Rob was securely bond in the sling. He stared up and could see his winking bloody ass lips on the screen overhead. He heard the sound of a gong as the attendees entered the room. Due to his blurred vision he couldn’t tell if he recognized any of the guys walking toward him. That is until the first guy reached the top of the stage and started slapping his massive 11” cock across Rob’s face. Rob looked up and saw Dolf staring back at him. Glancing at the video screen overhead confirmed it was Dolf; Rob recognized that black scorpion tattoo on Dolf’s monster cock. Rob opened his mouth to wet Dolf’s cock, but he knew the reason Rolf was there was to breed his ass. He just hoped he could lube the cock enough with his saliva so that when Dolf thrust it into Rob’s ass the damage would be minimized. “Hello pig, it’s about time you were ready to receive my toxic load,” Dolf said with a sneer. “You were always destined to be a cum dump so just accept your fate.” Dolf lined his cock up to the entrance of Rob’s ass. Ron clenched his ass to try to save himself but Dolf pushed too hard. All Rob could do was grunt as he watched the scorpion disappear into his hole on the video screen. Rob had thought he had the ability to accommodate any cock, but the length and girth of Dolf’s cock was so much that Rob felt like he was being fucked for the first time. He felt pleasure from the drugs yet there was also a feeling of searing pain as Dolf drove his cock balls deep into Rob’s ass. “Take my Poz cock,” Dolf bellowed as he started pounding Rob harder and harder. “I need to keep up my record of 100% conversion rate whore, so open up and take my cock.” “Let the scorpion crawl home.” Dolf continued to stretch Rob’s hole. All Rob could do was moan in pleasure and grunt every time Dolf’s balls slapped his ass. .Dolf liked the way Rob’s ass tightened around his fuck tool. It was tight but accommodating. Rob’s ass gripped and milked his cock to perfection. Rob closed his eyes and panted as Dolf power fucked his ass. He was brought out of his trance by the feel of metal banging against his teeth. He opened his eyes to see a cock with a large PA waving in his face. Rob moved his gaze up from the pierced cock to see its owner. The cock belonged to Jesse the bartender. Jesse slapped Rob’s face with his cock and said, “I got a special invite to tonight’s festivities since I was the one that discovered you.” It had never dawned on Rob that it was Jesse that had initially set him up. There was nothing Rob could say so he just opened his mouth to accept Jesse’s cock. As he was running his tongue over Jesse’s piercing and cock head he felt a prick and tasted a little blood. He jerked his head back. Jesse pulled his cock out of Rob’s mouth and started laughing. “Do you like my jewelry,” Jesse asked. “I wore this ring especially for you tonight.” Rob then noticed the PA had several sharp spikes over its surface. “When is Dolf is done loading you up, I’m going to help plant some of his seed deeper with my cock.” “And of course I’ll be adding mine as well.” Sure enough as soon as Dolf spilled his toxic seed in Rob’s hole, Jesse stepped up and began poking his spiked cock in and out of Rob’s already damaged hole. Jesse was not gentle at all; he made sure to drive his spiked cock all along fuck chute. When Jesse finished adding his load, the next Top stepped up to breed Rob’s hole. Rob’s mind tried to focus his thoughts on the cocks that pummeled his fuck tunnel. The thought of being infected was pushed to the back. He’d worry about that later, for now he just wanted to be fucked. He tuned out the Top’s cries of “Take my toxic cock.” “I going to breed you hard pig.” “Open up that hole and receive your gift.” One of the last Tops to breed Rob was a frail looking guy. In fact, a couple of the other guys had to steady his thin wasting body as he stuck his disease ravaged cock in Rob’s hole and began to thrust. Even though Rob’s ass was loose and sloppy by this point, the Top still enjoyed the ride and added his deposit to the cum bank. After a few of the Tops added their second loads to Rob’s ass there was a break in the action. Dolf appeared on stage carrying a large glass full of a creamy white liquid. “Several of our members couldn’t be here tonight but they wanted to contribute to your gift,” he said. He dribbled a little of the liquid across Rob’s lips. Rob lapped it up and swallowed. He had suspected the fluid was cum, the taste now confirmed that thought. Rob opened his mouth wide so that the remaining cum could be poured into his mouth, but Dolf started to shake his head no. “This is also special seed and it belongs where it can work its magic.” Rob’s legs were hoisted a bit higher. On the video screen over his head, Rob saw a funnel being pushed into his ass. With the funnel in place, Dolf poured nearly a quart of toxic cum into Rob’s receptive ass. When the last drop slid through the opening, the funnel was removed. A huge butt plug was then forcibly inserted into Rob’s ass. Cum squirted around the edges of the plug while it was being pushed in, but once in place, the rest of the cum was sealed inside. “Now we just need to leave everything to incubate a while,” laughed Dolf. Rob was carried back to his room and placed in his cage. His hands were cuffed to the bars so that he wouldn’t be tempted to remove the plug. Dolf leaned over the cage and leered at Rob. “Go to sleep pig, your dreams are about to fully come true,” sneered Dolf. He spat in Rob’s face and then walked away.

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