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Part 3 - Penetration Saturday came around and I hit the gym in the morning to do a big sesh, weights and a short HIIT, had a coffee and protein shake and went back home to get fully prepped. I like to remember that I was nervous but I don’t recall experiencing any emotion other than ‘readiness’ and utter, ear-thumping horniness. Like a loud drumbeat. I took Kem’s instruction and didn’t do anything other than get ready. Normally I’d have given myself some attention with my toys, but I was proud to say that they stayed locked up (like me). I didn’t even slip a finger in myself. It felt important to them, so I made it important to me. I just made sure I’d be ready for whatever they needed. The next few hours are a blur, travelling somewhat uncomfortably - a mixture of eagerness and my cage feeling very full, but eventually got to Lewisham and John was outside the station to meet me. He sees me before I see him and bear hugs me and kisses me and says ‘Kem’s been having all the fun - so we’re going to hang out till he’s back, just you and I.” He whispers in my ear - ‘did you play with your little dick or hole?’ I say ‘no, Kem told me not too’ He chuckled, took my hand and walked down the street to their house. He’s chatting away about his week, my week, and swinging my hand in his and the 30ish minute walk evaporates. Their house is on a nice street - all the houses are sandwiched together but big. He releases my hand, purposefully grazing my cage, and unlocks the front door, he pushes me in by the back of my neck and says ‘welcome home sexy’ He keeps his hand wrapped around the back of my neck as he shuts the door behind us, pushes me against a wall and kisses me. He’s aggressive and dominant and I’m melting. Pressure continues on my neck as he pushes me down so I’m squatting in front of his crotch. He’s hard through his jeans and tells me to suck it through the fabric, so I get to work. I don’t remember the exact words he said, I was a bit dickmatised and my hormones were now in total control, but as he crushed my head into his crotch he said something like: “Kem wants your hole first today, but he didn’t say anything about your throat so we’re going to warm you up a bit” I was definitely hungry, maybe too hungry, and not thinking about anything but getting to feel his skin on mine. I think I’d have done anything he asked me too. John is bigger then Kem, about 6’2 and a bit of a bear. Like chunky in all the right places, very manly with trimmed beard and a tight crop - he reminds me of someone’s successful dad - a banker or successful city worker. I remember thinking at the moment he was forcing me to lick his crotch through his jeans that he was the dominant power in the relationship. He was getting off on me debasing myself in front of him. Head back and hands firmly pushing my skull into him. After god knows how long, he released his grip and chuckled. With a massive wet spot on his crotch he got me up, took my hand and gave me a tour of the house. Nothing really stood out to me as my mind was still very clearly occupied with thoughts of when I’d see him naked, but they did have a massive garden with a big shed containing a hot tub. He watched me very closely when he showed me that. We chatted in the kitchen for a bit, John asking me about the cage, telling me Kem had been keeping details from him - then he told me to show him. I was going to drop my trousers, but he said ‘through the zip’ so I just unzipped and pulled my caged dick out of the pouch of my jock. The white cage looked vibrant against my black jeans. He told me he’d been waiting to get his hands on it again since the gym and fondled me a bit before shoving it back in my pants and zipping me up saying: ‘You won’t be needing that today’ He then asked what my preference was for taking loads? They had alcohol, some G and MDMA. I wasn’t really sure, and told him I’d never done G, so was happy just drinking - he chuckled again and said they’d take care of me - ‘maybe a little of both’. Some nerves kicked in then and I think he noticed and told me not to worry and lightly smacked my ass and tussled my hair. He asked about whether I was on prep and if I’d do anything stupid like ask for condoms - I told him I thought condoms were kitsch and he laughed and said there wasn’t a rubber in the house anyway and that everyone was tested regularly. He told me to lick his crotch again to relax - which I thought was a good way to stop my mind from thinking about making bad decisions. I got to work on his crotch again as Kem arrived back a few minutes later. At that point I’d probably forgotten about what John had said about drugs, and he held me in place as he called down to say that we were up here being ‘sort of good’. I heard laughter from a few guys who’d obviously come in with Kem. I made to get up from my position on my knees and he almost got angry and told me to ‘stay put and stay busy’. My dick strained at the command - it was like I wasn’t even me anymore. I was on my knees slobbering on the jeans of a man I barely knew taking his commands and abuse like I needed it. I heard some talking and music downstairs, even as my own heartbeat was thumping in my ears. I could feel John’s entire length and girth even through the dense cotton. Not massively long, but very thick and I was nearing the point where I had to at least taste it. He made a little groan and told me that we were wasting his pre-cum, and to get up and follow him downstairs. Kem was in the kitchen with 3 other guys, honestly, I don’t think I can remember any of their names - James maybe, but it was a bit of a blur. Each one was attractive to my absolutely sex-fuelled brain, a burly guy about my height with a shaved head and long almost Spartan-like beard, and shorter bear with a man-bun and beard, and a very tall, very skinny guy with a shaved head and face. Each one kissed me on the lips, but the skinny guy practically throat-fucked me with his tongue, held my mouth open and spat in it. Everyone laughed, but Kem put his hand on his shoulder and laughingly told him to calm down. We turned the music up and then hung out, we played Sequence and after the first game, two more guys turned up - I remember one was called Guy ( I remember him because of later 😈) and the other one I don’t think I can remember either. Drinks were made and the mood was becoming more party-like by the minute and my ass was being groped a lot. I think about two drinks in, two more guys arrived. A very cute, ripped little twink and an older twunk (maybe my age or a bit younger). Kem and John greeted the little twink like a long lost lover, which was hot to watch. The twink introduced himself, pushed me into the kitchen bar and made out with me while the guys watched. My nerves kicked in because we had such a big audience and I remember starting to panic a bit but the twink did not release me and somehow, I just relaxed and got into it. I heard John say: ‘Good boys’ and I nearly melted. We broke the kiss and went back to just hanging out. The twink and Kem disappeared to the garden for a bit and the music got turned up as the sunlight disappeared. The house was super warm and I remember I was sweating a bit as I was just gently dancing to the music and chatting with the little bear who’s hand never left my ass. Kem and the twink reappear - and the twink walks over to me with an MDMA bomb. The bear pushes me towards the twink who puts the bomb on his own tongue and shoves it into my mouth. I think he was already a little high cuz he was softly moaning and feeling me up very slowly. I swallowed the MDMA as the music got a bit louder. Once he was happy I’d swallowed he produced a plate of bombs and went around to each guy, giving them a bomb on his tongue. I was so horny watching it I didn’t see Kem come up behind me, take off my shirt and parade me from behind. His hands just groping my naked body as I watched everyone make out. “We’re so nearly ready” he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to get a big load and then we’re going to get you properly fucked” He bites me ear hard and keeps groping me as the music changes, from background pop to some EDM. This is where it starts to get a bit sketchy, but as my skin starts to tingle with Kem’s touch and the people around me turn to watch me, I swear I hear someone say ‘he’s ready’. Kem stops feeling me up, grabs my pants, and drops them to the floor. Tells me to step out of them, grabs my jock and rips it off, then whips me around so my ass is facing the group, kisses me and tells me to bend over and suck his cock. I hear some whoops, as he drops his pants, and his rigid dick springs out. It takes me milliseconds to wrap my throat around it - deep. It’s like my gag reflex doesn’t exist and he throws his head back as I swallow him, maybe 2 inches from the base. Hands behind me reach around and feed me poppers (I told them I have a weakness for amyl) and made me inhale (honestly, too many times - I was flying). After the last hit, the hands pushed my entire skull down on Kem’s dick, straight into my throat all the way, head into his pubes. He tastes amazing - I’ve wanted this all week and it does not disappoint. With him lodged in my throat I’m able to gently pull up and down, not a lot, but I can feel him pre-cumming which is magical. I managed to massage his dick in my throat for what feels like ever. I hear the guys behind me over the music, appreciating me, but no words because the music is quite loud. The drugs are hitting me hard now and I am desperate to get fucked. Around me the guys are making out and the twink is sucking off the tall skinny guy. Kem takes me by the hand and out into the garden, saying my first load deserves to be special. He walks me naked into the garden and to the shed with the hot tub where John is waiting also completely naked stroking his dick. He smiles at me and Kem, tells me he has unfinished business in my throat. Kem angles me at John’s dick, and shoves me forward. John is much thicker than Kem and I don’t think I was able to deep throat him, but at the moment of trying, Kem spreads my ass cheeks, and licks my hole. I moan and swallow John’s whole dick, but gag immediately. John pulls me up and down on his cock - slow and steady before pulling almost nearly entirely out and leaving his head in my mouth as he pre-cums an absolute flood. Kem keeps eating my ass, moaning into me before John produces a bottle of poppers, winks and make me take a few hits. I hear Kem spitting as he comes up from eating me out, takes his own hit of poppers, and grabs my hips. His dick is rigid hard, like a brick and he pulls me back onto it. I don’t think he had lube and I remember the flash of pain as he breached me and didn’t stop. He pulls me back as John applies pressure on my shoulders helping Kem’s entry. I honestly was going to tap out and ask for lube, because it was like sitting on a burning iron rod, even with poppers. Kem is telling me to stay still and ‘fucking breathe’ and is literally pulling me backwards onto him. It’s relentless, as John walks forward, takes my shoulders and pushes me back hard. In a flash of pain, Kem fills me entirely, my pussy feels like it’s been invaded by sandpaper but Kem just groans as he bottoms out in me. I don’t know what they say to each other but they are saying something before kissing each other passionately. As Kem leans into the kiss his shaft moves in my ass and it feels like I take another inch of searing pain, even though it’s not possible. John breaks the kiss and moves to face me, but I am so tense I can’t hear a word he says. Kem is stroking my back which is dripping in sweat as I feel the strain of the penetration. I feel Kem start to withdraw and John uncap the poppers to feed me more.

Part 4 - The First Load Kem is pulling out of me slowly, and painfully. It doesn’t help that I’m tight from not playing with myself so it’s like there’s friction and resistance in my pussy all at once. It’s honestly like time is going slower and every part of my being is focussed in my hole and not screaming as my body grips Kem’s retreating dick. John holds my chin and switches poppers between both nostrils as Kem keeps pulling out - I hadn’t realised how long he was - so I have no idea how deep he is and how many more inches I have to endure. I hear John laugh as I flush from the poppers, and he leans over my back to give Kem another hit. I feel the distinct tug of Kem’s cockhead at my sphincter and think he’s going to push back in, but he pops his whole rigid head out of me with a groan. Most men I’ve taken are at least a little soft when they’re hard, but Kem’s rod is honestly like iron, even the head feels firm as it pulls out of me. Milliseconds pass and I can feel the cool, satisfying air on my hole before Kem, who hasn’t let his vice-grip on my hips go the entire time, tells me to breathe and punches into me again - full depth. I probably would have shouted to stop but John’s thick dick slid into my mouth at the same time, as he gently rocked my head up and down his shaft. Kem is talking about how tight I feel wrapped around him and how big a load I’m going to get as he once again pulls his entire dick out and rams it back in fully. If the shaft feels fucking terrible, the head pulling out of me feels like someone is ripping a plug from my hole. I’ve not been fucked like this in a long, long time and the minutes seem like hours! Around the 5th time he’s pulling out, he suddenly stops before removing his cock head. With it just inside my sphincter, Kem says something about ‘there it is’ and John replies ‘you lubing him up?’ and chuckles Kem grunts in reply, and pulses his shaft deep inside the rim of my opening. That feels amazing. Indescribable in fact. I remember moaning loudly as John depresses my lower back to get a better look. They must have done this to so many boys that John pulls me off his dick, looks into my eyes and tells me not to worry “Kem isn’t done with your hole, that’s just pre-cum baby” [he keeps my face looking at his, staring back at me and smiling] as Kem rams his entire length back in and, I’m not lying, it’s like silk. The long strokes back in feel like someone has put balm inside my tender pussy and Kem moans loudly as he rotates in me and starts pounding. The sandpaper feeling is gone and I can hear squelching as he long-dicks me. John holds my head so I can gently nurse his cock and drink his pre-cum (I kept thinking he was cumming there was so much). It’s a total change of mentality as Kem is now sawing in and out of me with no resistance, just the residual tightness of my hole (and even that is beginning to stretch). I can feel every inch in me but it’s a blissful, repetitive thrusting inside my pussy that makes me drool. John poppers me up in each nostril again as he gets out the tub to go and watch from behind me. He tells me to stay put (I think he called me ‘slut’) - that he wanted a better view of me taking his husband’s dick. From behind me John starts telling me how slutty I look, just as the fumes from the poppers hit, and I start backing into Kem’s thrusts - I thought most men liked that, but Kem slaps my ass hard and tells me to ‘stay fucking still’ again, he will work my hips and reinforces the point by slamming all the way inside me again. I feel John’s hand on my cage, a little firmer than I would have liked, they don’t know how that affects my hole, but Kem feels it and laughs. I think he says something like ‘genius’ and tells John to keep doing what he’s doing but harder. So, John pulls my cage and Kem literally squeals as my ass clenches down on him. “Fuck, a little fighter - nearly pushed me out there” Kem says as I hear myself giggle. It’s the first time I detect an accent in Kem’s voice but I can’t place it as my hole throbs to try and push him out. “Don’t close up on me boy - it’ll be harder for you later if you do” John is talking to Kem about telling the other guys what happens if they grab my cage and Kem says ‘he wont be able to close like that later, so they can do what they want with it’. Kem then slows down considerably, leans across my back and whispers a whole host of sweet encouragements - that he’s proud of me, grateful for not playing with my hole earlier, saving myself for his rod and his huge load, and happy I’m giving them so much pleasure, and that I’ll be rewarded with his thick cum soon. He stands back up, pelvis to my cheeks, and gets back into his rhythm as John fondles my entire body. Kem starts muttering about ‘worth waiting for, and wanting to rape me at the gym’. An example of how sex-fuelled I was, is that none of that chat bothered me - it turned me on. I literally even imagined him fucking me in the sauna in front of every one I went to the gym with…the thought manifested itself through my body with a sensational, physical electricity. He said something about ‘taking all loads tonight’ before violently announcing he was going to cum. John sounded surprised and said “do it” as Kem held his dick in me, rocking it back and forwards in my ass.I felt his pubes on my cheeks as he executed his steady rhythm. I know a lot of bottoms say they feel it when a top cums in them, but I didn’t - not physically anyway. I felt a river of warmth radiate out from my hole as Kem loudly groaned and John cooed. He held me tight against his pelvis for about a minute, lifting my ass so that I was basically bent over double and on my toes. Load count : I I recall Kem stroking my back as he rode his own orgasm and John pulling my cheeks apart to get an ever close look at how utterly penetrated I was. It’s hot how much I remember from that first seeding - it did feel special, and not just because the next loads came hard and fast, but because Kem and John had taken their time to utterly break me. Even through the haze of the fuck I knew I was slaved to taking as many cocks as they wanted me too that night. I sighed a huge, involuntarily ‘thankyou’ as I let the warmth of Kem’s cum flood me.

Prologue - a bit bout me Before we race to the fucking, and trust me, I get there, I’ll give you a little bit of background. I’m a 33 year old guy with a semi-pro career in running, alongside a job that actually pays me money, and a well adjusted attitude to health, life, and love…well, maybe. I’m muscular, but in a lithe way, curly-haired and blue-eyed (very blue eyed - Irish/Irish genes). I also happen to have a fantastic ass. Chunky from running, firm and tight. I’m told that I was built for bottoming and, although I came to that acceptance a little late in life, I made up for it by exploring that side of me in East London. I’m also pretty much permanently caged. That might make a few of you turn off, but at least allow me to explain. I’ve always had anxieties about sex, first being gay, then being a bottom, and then, the fact that I absolutely loved getting fucked - like porn star levels of pleasure from it - those three things make for a heady combination and for years I’d get nervous about getting fucked and never getting hard - did the top think i was not into it, or worry I wasn’t enjoying myself - or getting hard and then immediately getting soft if I tried to fuck. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve come to terms with a lot of those anxieties - but when I self-caged holy shit! It was like the best version of me. I was focussed, determined, and eager. I don’t have a Dom (recon scared the shit out of me), but I am caged. I was caged before this story starts. Even if you’re not into it, trust me, if you’re in me, you’ll experience the benefits. If you want to see what I looked like about 3 weeks before this story begins, take a look at my profile pic. A lot has happened since then. In case you like my story, I made myself finish it before I posted - so even though I’ll post it in parts, you’ll get to hear everything. The whole unvarnished truth. So, now you kinda know me, hope you enjoy.

Jonathan and Craig were a cute mid twenties couple. Craig dark hair green eyes swimmers build. A nice round ass a 7 inch cock. That kept Jonathan happy. Jonathan was a red head. Tone flat ass and a nice nine inch cock. However, Jonathan being a total bottom frustrated Craig who was a verse top. Craig had a meth problem as a teen. But got his life together. He and Jonathan met at college. And hit it off. After they graduated. They found great jobs and a place to live. Two doors down lived their neighbor Stan. He was in his early sixties. Lanky with balding grey hair who was also addicted to meth and positive with a high viral load. He secretly lusted after Craig and wanted to share his seed with him. As luck would have it. Jonathan was going away on business for a few days. Craig would be working but have a couple of days off. Stan was friendly with both men. When Jonathan said to Stan. “Keep an eye on him.” Stan invited Craig over for dinner. Craig accepted. “Stan, thank you for dinner.” “It’s much appreciated.” “No problem Craig.” “You want to stay and watch a movie?” Craig said sure. During the course of the movie Stan pulled out his pipe. Which surprised Craig. “Maybe I should go.” “I don’t do meth anymore.” Stan was surprised about this revelation, and thought he could use it to his advantage. “You don’t have to smoke.” “I won’t either.” Stan deliberately left the pipe out. Knowing Craig would eventually want to take a hit. After an hour had gone by Craig without taking his eyes off the pipe. Said “one hit couldn’t hurt.” Stan handed him the pipe and the lighter. One hit became ten and both men were high as kites. Stan put on some gay porn and started to put his hand underneath Craig’s shirt, rubbing his back. Craig being high didn’t mind it and was hard and it didn’t go unnoticed by Stan. Who started stroking his own dick. Pulling down his pants and underwear. Craig was surprised to see how big Stan’s dick was. Without thinking Craig took off his own clothes and started sucking Stan’s cock

****4**** I slept on an off for the next few hours and when I awoke fully I realised I was completely naked under the fleece blanket. The young man who had brought me tea earlier had been replaced by an older man, possibly in his late forties or early fifties. He was very thin and although his head was shaved it was fairly obvious that his hair had receded anyway as the skin on his skull was very smooth. He was wearing a white cotton one piece gown tied at the waist with thin cord. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get up. He said I could shower if I liked and he would get me a gown. He lead me through into an adjacent bathroom and stood and watched as I showered with a slight grin on his face. I felt much more awake now as he handed me a towel. He told me that The Master would expect to see me when I was ready. I said I was ready and the man smirked at me and looked me up and down as I placed the gown over my head and tied the cord around my waist. He lead me past the room I had been in to a large gothic looking wooden door and pushed it open. This lead into short corridor and at the end was a matching door. The man told me to wait and knocked on the door. It was a few seconds before I heard The Masters voice shout "Come" The man entered and said "The new man is here sir. He has showered" The Master said "Good bring him in. Obviously I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the evening five" The man replied "Sir" The man, who I now believed to called 'Five' stepped aside and waved me inside the room. It was a huge room with large floor to ceiling windows a desk and chair and the biggest bed I have ever seen. The room was warm and tastefully decorated. The Master stood un-smiling looking at me. "Are you refreshed" I replied "Yes sir, thank you sir" His eyes were on me, looking up and down. I was nervous, afraid and not a little turned on. He told me that he was pleased I had decided to become his property and that he was going to initiate me now. I knew what this meant, I just didn't think it would be immediately on my arrival. He had told me the rules and what would be expected of me in great detail during the two times I had met him and in the various emails I had received. He said "You will be called 7" You will forget the name you were called before you came here and never say it again, do you understand " I said "Yes Sir" He crossed to the side of the bed and told me to take off the gown. I was hard now, my cock was making a tent in the front of the cloth. He said "I see your ready, we might have to something about that " I removed the gown over my head and stood with it and the cord belt in my hand. His eyes narrowed and he shouted at me to drop it. I was shocked by the volume and the aggressive tone of his voice and my hardon wavered slightly. When he spoke again his voice was back to its normal volume and tone. "Come here" I walked across to where he stood and he reached forward and cupped my testicles in his hands. My cock which had become fully hard again leaked a little precum on his hand as he did so. He remarked how nice an smooth my sack was and I thanked him for the compliment. He sqeezed by balls quite hard and pulled them downward and I gasped. He smirked and told me, that like the rest of my body they belonged to him now and he could do whatever he wanted with them. My eyes were watering as I answered in the affirmative. He smiled removed hand then slapped my balls hard. Then pain shot through my body and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. As I recovered the master was removing his own gown. I was physically shocked to see the size of his cock. It was at least ten may twelve inches long and as thick as my arm. His body was extremely hairy and his huge balls hung low. He was in reasonably good shape but had the start of a belly. "Suck my dick he commanded" I got down and took him in my mouth. I had to stretch my lips to get him inside. He rammed his cock down my throat cutting off the air supply and held it there, his hands on the back of my head. I told myself not to struggle, to just let it happen. I was his property to dispose of as he wish but, eventually the natural instinct to struggle took over and I tried to push myself away from him. It was useless, I couldn't escape, then suddenly he pulled out of me. I was still chocking and I was coughing up saliva and mucus. He turned away unconcerned at my state and walked to the desk. He pulled open a drawer and removed a bottle containing a clear fluid and walked back towards me. I could see that his cock had swelled and was completely erect. With his cock out of the way his balls looked even bigger. "On the edge of the bed, face down" He commanded. My own cock had shrivelled to nothing after nearly being chocked to death and the thought of his enormous member tearing me apart. "Remember you wanted this. I'm your master now. You belong to me. To use and dispose of at my will. Once my seed is in you'll be pregnant for the rest of your life" I was truly scared, shaking with fear but, he was right. I had and still wanted this. Wanted him to breed me with his huge cock and impregnate me. I felt the cold lube on my hole, a small mercy, as he could have just fucked me dry. His thick fingers were inside me now coating the inner surface of hole with lube. I felt something else enter me now, it was the nozzle of the lube container. I felt the cold fluid being sqeezed into my hole followed by a couple of his fingers. I did my best to relax my hole, letting my sphincter be stretched beyond normal limits. I felt another finger join the other two. I was actually starting to enjoy this and let out a small sigh. This was a mistake. I wasn't supposed to enjoy it. I was there to be enjoyed. He removed his fingers and picked up my smock to wipe his hands on then threw it back on the floor. "This is it boy, your mine forever" I felt the head of his cock on the rim of my hole then he pushed himself into me. My arse was being stretched beyond its limit of elasticity. As he pushed in further the soft yielding flesh of my guts felt like it was being torn to shreds. The pain was immense. He continued to push on regardless of the cries now coming from my mouth. I began clawing at the bed trying to move forward and away from the huge invader I was impaled on but there was no escape. He was up to the hilt now. I could feel the mass of his pubic hair between my freshly waxed arse cheeks. "There you have it all now" He said. He held it there for some time allowing my body to adjust to his size. Then he began moving slowly. Just short slow movements at first, not pulling all the way but still deeply penetrating me. He moved like this for a while, slowly moving further in and out with each stroke. My body had started to become accustomed his large member. It was still uncomfortable and I couldn't imagine it ever would be comfortable but, I had voluntarily given myself to him and I would endeavour to gladly give myself to him in this way whenever he wanted me. After ten minutes or so he began to fuck me properly. Sliding his cock all the way out then all the way back inside me as deeply as he could. A few minutes more and he began to pick up the pace. He got faster and faster and after fifteen to twenty minutes he was ramming himself into me. There was no doubt that he had done some damage to the deep flesh inside me, tearing the soft tissue. When he came he would certainly inseminate me with his toxic cum. The thought of this turned me on massively. He fucked hard me for at least three quarters of an hour then I could hear his breathing deepen and he fucked even harder. I could tell he was close. It felt like he was ramming his cock in me even harder and deeper when suddenly he shouted and filled me with his huge beautiful load. It must have been huge because I could feel it inside me as his cock pumped it in. I could feel his cock spasm as it pumped. I knew He had gifted me. I could feel his seed entering my blood stream. Soon his seed would be in every organ of my body, every cell, changing me forever, making me even more his. His cock kept pumping seed into me for a few minutes before he lay still on top of me. He stayed like this for a short time before sliding himself out of me. As he pulled out there was a slopping sound and I felt his juice pour from my arse and over my balls. He rolled off me and lay beside me. His cock was coated in his sperm and my blood. He looked at me and finally smiled. "You're definitely mine now, clean my cock" Greedily took his still semi hard cock in my mouth and cleaned every last drop of his seed from him. ***To be continued ***

***Writers Note*** This is a continuation of a story previously written in a non backroom area. I'll begin here with a brief "overview" of it. Although my first year of college was pretty mundane, simply jacking off to straight porn with my roomie, my summer break changed all of that. Thanks to my best friend, and his dad, I became the cum dump slut that I was meant to be. I hated having to go back to school after the summer as my friend and his dad had so much fun over the summer. From my friend slowly seducing me, and leading me into a gay lifestyle, to having sex with him and his dad, as well as other men and boys. As much as I hated going back, I took it as a challenge to myself to have fun. And fun i had! My second year of college was the most amazing time of my life! My old roomie and I had fun, but this time it was more than jacking to straight porn. Just as my friend introduced me to the gay lifestyle, I would do the same for him! My new roomie was a hung top, with an insatiable need to breed. He convinced me to join a fuckternity, and even convinced me to have sex with a FTM Jock pussy. He was teaching me to become versatile and would even introduce me to things I've never experienced before. There was no lack of sex between us and others. Not a day went by where one of our cocks wasn't in the others ass, or on those slower days in our mouths. Then a strange thing happened about midway through the semester. My roomie was becoming a bit more romantic. Instead of just fucking daily, we made love. Lots more kissing and cuddling. It was a far cry from the pig sex that I'd been having, but yet I'll have to admit that I kind of enjoyed it One night after making love to me, he started passionately kissing me. When he broke away, he looked me deeply in my eyes, and said he had a serious question for me. I said go ahead. Although we had already had a few drinks, he suggested we have another. After downing them he asked if I thought we could become partners? I really didn't know what to say at first. After thinking about it, I asked why he thought that was a good idea. We already had our share of mutual fuck buds. And he said true, and there was no tension between us there. He said as a couple, he figured it would be the same. He said that he didn't need an immediate answer, but wanted me to think about it, and be fully open to the idea. I agreed that this would be best. He continued by saying that although we knew alot about each other, there were some things he wanted me to know about him that I didn't know. He said they would be eye opening, and that perhaps we should have yet another drink. I just thought, oh shit! Next up. Chapter 2: True Confessions

*****5***** My arse was sore but, I felt good knowing I'd been given The Masters seed and his sperm was at work in my body. He was very gentle and even tender afterwards, kissing and caressing me. I thought how kind he was now. Maybe, now I had given myself to him, he would treat me well and prove to be a considerate and kind master. I couldn't have been more wrong. However, on my first night he appeared to be the perfect gentleman. I spent the whole night with him. Not long after he had bred me he was hard again and I took the initiative and took his cock in my mouth and began sucking and sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, paying particular attention to the glans underneath the large domed head and cupping his enormous balls in my hand. It didn't take long before he was grunting and filling my mouth with a huge load, that was so large it actually filled my mouth completely before I swallowed it down. He had a huge sexual appetite and fucked me twice more that night, filling my guts full of his cum. The following morning, it must have been fairly early as the sun was just rising in the June sky, there was a knock on the door. The Master told whoever it was to come in. An unfamiliar slave entered. He was carrying a tray with The Masters breakfast on it. The Master looked at me dispassionately and said "Go" I was taken aback that someone who had been so attentive, kind and considerate during the night could now appear so cold. However, I realised I was a slave and now he had used me to pleasure him, he was finished with me for now. I picked up the gown, stained with his seed and my blood and placed it on me and tied the cord around my waist. The new slave led me to the door of The Masters bed chamber (I learned later that this was the term the other slaves used) he then turned and bowed before leaving the room. I did the same or though hadn't been aware that this was the usual way to honor him. The slave told me he was number five. He looked at the staining on my gown and said he would get a clean replacement when he had shown me my accommodation and showered. He was a friendly young man, a little younger than me with fair skin and deep blue eyes. He was, I thought, quite beautiful. He lead me back the way I had come the night before through the two large doors and into a landing, down two flights of stairs and into a lobby. There were a number of doors leading grand looking, well decorated rooms. He opened a door that was closed with a card key, that he'd removed from a pocket in his gown. The door opened into another large room with several large sofa's, padded platforms, plinths and a set wooden stocks. I guessed this was for when The Master was entertaining his guests while they used his slaves. On the other side of this room was another large door and beyond that, once opened, again with the card key, a metal staircase leading to a cellar. Five explained that this was where I was to live with the other slaves. There were cages set in a row with numbers on painted plaques on the side of each one. I guessed mine was number seven. I saw other slaves cleaning the floors and making and changing bedding. As I descended the stairs they all looked up and me, eyes drawn to the stains on my clothing. As I reached the floor they all approached and greeted me. Each telling me their name, their number. They told they told me how long they had been here and most seemed happy enough. Number five told me that as long as we did whatever The Master wanted we were fairly well treated though obviously we were considered by him and his friends to be objects rather than human beings. I had never thought this would be the case but, on reflection, it seemed obvious. He said we had to sleep in cages so that there was chance of us messing with each other. Sex between slaves was forbidden and considered a very serious breach of trust. Punishment for any breach of regulations was severe but this, together with failing to perform a duty, comply with an order, assaulting another slave, saying anything inappropriate to The Master or his guests or trying to leave were the most serious offences and carried the harshest penalties. I asked what the penalties were and five gave me a fearful look. He told me being beaten or whipped by The Master infront of the other slaves to encourage discipline was not unknown but rare. Another punishment was called riding the steak. There is a large wooded steak in the floor, about four feet tall. It is perhaps six inches across and the steak itself is surrounded by a wooded frame. The offender is tied to the wooden frame by the hands and feet and the steak inserted into his arse. The weight of the offender and gravity force the steak slowly and deeply into his body. The pain, as you can imagine, excruciating. Apparently the master has only ever used this once as it ruins the arse forever and slave is useless for fucking afterwards. Lesser punishments are long periods or permanent fitting of a cock cage as some of his guests don't think a slave should show any pleasure whatever they have to endure. One of the older slaves has been castrated. But, it was done to him before he came here. He has also had his tongue removed. Apparently he tried to escape from the service of another master and then shouted abuse at that master when he was detained. I must have looked shocked, I certainly felt it. Five put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. He told me that I must understand that we have willingly surrendered ourselves. Our bodies, our minds, our lives for men to use us. We wanted this and now we have to accept it. We know the rules and what happens if we break them. As long as we do as we are told and serve The Master he will take care of us well. If we are sick, he knows a good doctor to call and spares no expense for treatment. Enough for now, he told me. Let's get you showered and a clean gown. I followed five to the shower area. A wet room at the far end of the dimly lit cellar where I removed my gown and five took it. Fitted to the wall were shower gel dispensers, which I noted had been recently filled. As I washed my arse hole it still felt open, slightly gaping and when I looked at my hands there was fresh blood on my fingers. I guessed it would take some time for me to heal after the beating my hole had taken last night. Five returned and handed me a towel and a fresh gown. He asked if I was hungry and I said I was starving, having not eaten since the following day. Half way down the stairs was a small door I hadn't noticed before. Behind it was a small kitchenette and at a table sat two more slaves who introduced themselves as one and three. One was the driver of the van who had collected me the previous day. Five told me to sit. I sat carefully, mindful of how sore my arse was. The two at the table noticed how gingerly I sat down and two said "Are you okay. The Master is big but, you'll get used to it. Were you poz before you came here" I said that I wasn't but, thought I would be now after the fucking he had given me last night. One said "The Master likes to make sure you are. That's why he gave it to you hard last night. Did you bleed? "Yes and I'm still bleeding. There was fresh blood when I had a shower just now" Five said "I was negative when I came here and he did the same to me. He breeds like that to ensure your converted. After it was done and I was confirmed as infected I was glad I was neg when I came here. I feel there is a special bond between us and I'm very happy to serve him. It makes me feel even more devoted to him" Five had made me a bowl of muesli and fruit. They explained that the diet is very healthy and designed to keep our insides easy to clean out. Three told me that I should just take easy over the next few days, find my way around, not that there was much find, and that The Master won't demand anything from me a few days as he knows I'd be recovering. Five said he didn't serve The Master again until he'd had the conversion flu. So, over the next few days I got used to my new life. I did lite work in the kitchen, cleaning and a little cooking. I got to know the other slaves a little better and loved my cage. I felt secure and safe in it. Occasionally at night I could hear shuffling under the covers of my neighbours as they masterbated, presumably wishing they were the choice of The Master tonight. He always had one slave visit him. Usually a different one but, I noticed he favoured Five twice in one week. I could see why, he was stunning. ***To be continued ***

My dick was hard and I needed a hole to fuck. Douglas and I had been friends since college days. Doug was about my age of thirty-four and weighed about two hundred on his just under six foot frame. His swarthy good looks accented by his black straight shoulder length hair gave him charm and many dates. He came out half a decade after I did. I scored my first male piece of ass in the form of fifty year old David when I was eighteen and he had scored with someone our ages five years later. I was cut out to be a Top but he was versatile, equally satisfied whether taking the meat of bears and other masculine men or putting his meat to the effeminate fellas. I had weighed over two hundred but after having been pozzed my weight had dropped fifty pounds in a few years but was stablized by a high calorie special diet and my meds kind of halted my decline. I had wavy brown hair almost collar length and wore glasses. I had been biting my nails since I was eighteen although I had neglected them and other things for a short while after finding out that I was pozz, until my depression had passed and I was able to get back in the swing of things. Keeping my fingernails short to the nubs not only made for improved masturbation but also saved the hips of the assholes I fucked and the ears of the cocksuckers I face-fucked. We had kind of reunited at our new jobs working at a junkyard. He was glad to see me and then asked me about my weight loss and looks. I came out with it and told him about how I may have caught the bug. He said he was still neg. I told him I was happy for him. It was a slow day one summer day when he asked to suck me off. "Arent you afraid I'll infect you?" I asked him. "I heard it's alot harder to catch it from oral than anal and I want your meat in me." he begged. I capitulated, partly because I hadnt scored someone in a while and because I missed the gay ol' times we had with me pumping my loads into him, although my nailbitten hand had been keeping my love-gun satisfied. We went into a small wooden shack that was the back mensroom, a facility with two toilet stalls, a trough urinal and a sink. In that shithouse Doug gave me a great blowjob and swallowed my deadly load. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my balls. He blew me and drank my warm beer on tap every other day for almost a month as well as orally serviced my feet after we punched-out after work a few times. "Fuck me." he said one afternoon. "You dont want to get fucked by me." I replied, reminding him of my status. "But I do. I miss your meat in me, those wonderful times back then." he pleaded. "It's your funeral Doug. I warned him. "I still want to feel your masculine power drive it in me." he begged. I thought what the hell, I'd have a really nice orgasm like I just about always did when I knocked someone up. I had fucked poz guys many times but every time I pumped my deadly dirty load up a neg ass my dick went into extacy overdrive with how great I felt when I ejaculated in a "virgin" hole. We had no lube because I never carried any with me and he didnt either. The only soap in the place was the powdered hand soap in the dispenser over the sink so that was of no use for lube. We went into the shithouse and he dropped his pants. We both spat on my hand and I stood behind him, reached-around and jerked him off, catching his cum in my hand. He was as turned on by my hand as ever and came in a short five minutes. He had cummed when I fucked his ass in our younger days. Once he finished cumming in my hand I dropped my pants and he sucked on my semi-flaccid dick bringing it to full hardness and left it wet with his spit when he took his mouth off it. We then spat in my hand adding our spit to his cum. I then smeared the mixture of spit and cum on my dick and he bent-over and grabbed his ankles. I spat on his hole and then put my slimy dick to it. I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up him, instantly hilting it, my balls swinging against his. He barely flinched, having been fucked hundreds of times. I could feel the warmth of his asshole embracing my dick as well as his excitement at getting fucked by one of his favorite studs. I felt my own excitement at the prospect of pozzing my friend. I began to fuck him, taking full strokes, enjoying how his hole enveloped my dick like a glove. I held his hips to steady us as I fucked him, my dick feeling its power, feeling its oats, as I piston-thrust in his still-neg ass. I knew my larger than average dick was adding new fissures to his asshole walls inside him, providing more pathways for my sperms to carry their filthy deadly loads into his bloodstream. I fucked him faster, harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I enjoyed myself knowing my climax would be double-intense. He was all for it, enjoying feeling the power of my loins driving my shaft in him, enjoying giving me a great feeling piece of his ass. I could feel myself getting close as I gripped his waist tighter to compensate for the sweaty slipperiness. I grinned as I got closer, driving my meat in him stroke after stroke thrusting hard and strong. A few more thrusts and I hilted myself deep in him as I yanked him to me, held his ass to my crotch, pulled out and slammed it home with a powerful snap of my hips, whereupon I exploded in a powerful extremely great-feeling orgasm as my legs shook while my dick pumped bullets of AIDS-carrying cum in half a dozen rapid-fire spurts deep inside his bowels. A half-minute later I pulled almost out and slammed it back in again with another snap of my hips, the smack of my pelvis reverberating off the walls as I pumped more diseased cum up my friend's love-hole. Another minute passed before I slammed what I figured to be almost another dozen thrusts up his ass and then held his hips tight to me again and corkscrewed my hips a couple of times, then held him to me for a few more minutes, occasionally thrusting a little to force more of my sperms into his rectal walls as we enjoyed the afterfuck. My dick was still throbbing with joy inside Doug who showered me with praise for the great fuck I threw into him. "You wont feel that way in two or three weeks whn you get the aids flu." I replied after he wound down his complements on my studmanship. "I know but it's still worth it!" he gushed. He said if I hadnt jerked him off he would have cummed from getting fucked by me like the fucks I had put to him in the past. I thrust a few more times and slowly withdrew so as to keep my cum from leaking out. He stood up, smiled wide, turned around, knelt before me and sucked my dick clean, sucked off of it and showered it and my sweaty scrotum with kisses and sucks. He then wrapped his lips around my dick. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him as he gulped it down. He then sucked off of my meat and kissed it again. "Well, Doug. You're fucked in more ways than one." I said. "It was a great fuck too stud. I'm yours any time you want me." he replied and hugged me before standing up. He started feeling lousy a couple of weeks later and then called in sick. He was off for a month and I had to work with some bigoted homophobe who wasnt fit to lick Doug's feet much less mine. I was glad when Doug was finally well enough to return to work and the boss took him back, although that was largely due to the bigot's incompetence. A week later when we had some privacy we had a celebration fuck. Although my orgasm wasnt quite as intense as when I first injected my bug in his ass it was still an enjoyable piece of him and how lovingly he sucked my dick clean and again showered it and my hairy balls with kisses after I cummed and pulled out of his ass. It was awesome to me that he loved getting fucked and fucked-up by me and he considered me as a special stud even though he was simply another pozzing conquest I enjoyed sowing my wild, and deadly, oats in. Doug ended up following me into emeciation and was put on a diet similar to mine. He lost more strength but was still able to work at the junkyard and to get it up hard enough to fuck looser asses as well as get sucked off.

I like all them My preference is to fucked in the open You never know I’d someone else want in. I love taking multiple loads

Thanks, EW. I have a better solution that obviates all the shipping nonsense: You want the Sperm, you come get it.

Chapter 2: True Confessions After downing our drinks, he told me there were 2 things that I should know about him. He started out by saying that he had recently tried Tina for the first time, and was amazed as how it enhanced his sexual experiences, particularly as a bottom. I explained that I've heard that it was great for bottoms, but that tops would often get Tina dick. He looked at me laughing and saying that Tina was the reason he wanted me to become a top. He continued by saying don't be offended, but although he felt I had become a good top, I was lacking in equipment. He continued by saying that with Tina, that didn't really matter, and that he often smoked before we had our topping lessons! I truly had no idea. Usually when I fucked him, he didn't get hard, but then again, neither did I when getting fuckt. I told him that I had never done Tina, but was curious, but never knew anyone that I trusted to do it with. He said that I did now. He said he didn't have any now, but once he did, he would let me try it if I wanted. I said I'd like that. Onto Confession 2. He again suggested we have another drink before it. All I could think is WTF could it be? After downing our drinks, he asked me what I thought about becoming positive. He was surprised when I told him, I had thought about it, and that I too had a Confession to make. I told him as he knew, I was relatively new to the BB scene, but I've done some research on it, including becoming poz. I explained that before returning to college, I thought that I may have had the fuck flu and was tested for the first time. I was scared as fuck, yet still excited about it for some reason. I didn't think that my new dad or brother were poz but I'd been fucked at their orgies, and who knows. I was naive, and never asked, but then again even if asking, guys lie. He then asked me what I would say if he told me he was positive, but on meds and considered undetectable. I explained that unlike many guys, I understood the U=Undetectable. I then asked him if he had the intention of ever becoming full blown, and he said absolutely not. He said that we were of similar ages, and likely both saw what a horrible death it was. He continued by saying that someone close to him lost their life from it. With that, he crawled in bed spooning me. Although his cock was hard, he didn't enter me. The night was rough on me. So much going through my mind. I sensed that he was actually crying after telling me about loosing someone close to him. I was tossing and turning, and it wasn't long before he retreated to his own bed. I was actually quite happy about that. The next morning, well actually early afternoon, he had got back in bed with me. I felt blessed his hard cock pressing against my ass and said fuck me. He said he wanted to, but suggested we go to brunch first and then back to the room to make love for desert. I agreed.

My answer is the same for topping and bottoming, out in the open. Love to put on a show but more than that I always want others to join in. Glad to share the hole I am fucking or watch a blow job as we spit roast the bottom. And if I am the bottom with a cock in my ass I crave another in my mouth. Plus out in the open there is a good chance other tops will see what you have to offer and get in line for their turn at bat.

Had an awesome threesome with a Dad and his Boy. I have known the Dad for a while. He has bred me a few times. Vers guy in his 50s. He said he now had a Boy and if I was interested in playing together. Well, I know now why he has Boy. The guy is a fuck machine! Not a looker but his big dick made up for that. Fucked me really long several times and pumped three loads in me. That cock made me cum twice. He even managed to fuck his Daddy too. Got one huge load from Dad too. Now I have evil thoughts of prying away Boy from his Dad LOL 😉

It began, as so many encounters do, online. I had been asked to travel for work to another city in my state. It isn't very far from my own city - about an hour - but traffic sucks and the drive can be a nightmare. My boss was open to footing the bill, so I figured I would take advantage of having a free hotel room for a few nights. About a week ahead of time I went on BBRT and set up a local party in the new city (I did the same on Sniffies and specified that condoms would not be allowed). Now, as a big chubby guy I accept that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I also know that not everyone on BBRT looks at the local parties list. So, a few days before my trip I began browsing all the guys at my destination. I had three criteria: they had to be a top (or versatile top), they had to include chubs in their "into" list, and they had to have been online in the past week. I craft a message to let them know I'm coming to town and hosting, then I send that note as a canned message to everyone who meets my criteria. Over the years I've reached out to dozens - hundreds - of guys. Percentage-wise my hit rate is barely into the double digits, if that. But it doesn't take a whole lot of time, and every additional guy I can get to come out is an additional load for my hungry holes. Naturally, I took the same approach while getting ready for this trip. Scrolling through page after page I would Oink and then send the canned message to every top who was into chubs and had been online in the past week. I sent messages to negative guys, and negative guys on PrEP, and undetectable guys. I don't discriminate against anyone who wants to pump a load into my hole. Then I came across his profile: A big, gorgeous cock front and center in his profile pic. So I looked inside. Was he a top? Yes. Was he into chubs? Yes! Had he been online in the past week? Why, he was online right now! Without another thought I hit the Oink button. And that's when I saw it: He had set 'Your status' to 'Don't Care' and his own status simply said 'Positive'. I felt my hole twitch involuntarily and my cock got slightly hard as I read the words. My brain froze momentarily as I wrestled with whether to send him a message. My profile says that I'm negative and on PrEP, but I lied. Negative yes, but PrEP? Never! Before I had a chance to decide, my messages lit up. It was him! He thanked me for the oink and told me that I had just the kind of ass he loved to breed. My hole twitched again and my cock got a little harder. As it turned out, he lived further from my destination than he did from my own city. He had chosen the other city as home because he frequented it for work. I'm in a situation where I am caring for my elderly father in my home, so no way can I host. But this guy could. He was checking all my boxes but that one word in his profile made me hesitate for some reason - even though I was obviously turned on by it! I explained to him that I was going to be traveling on business, figuring that might give me an out and let me delay long enough to get comfortable with the idea of meeting him - and being bred by him. And, as it turned out, he did not have plans to be in my destination city while I was staying there. Just as I thought I might be off the hook, he hit me with, "Come over tonight." My breath caught in my throat. My cock was at full attention now. But my father - I couldn't leave him alone. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had texted my home healthcare worker to see if he was free for the evening. He was. I had to have that gorgeous cock inside me regardless of his status! But there was no denying it. My hole thirsted for his poz load as much as it hungered for his cock. So, finally I messaged back. "Tonight works. What time?" We agreed that I would get to his house around 7 o'clock. It was about a 45-minute drive and I had an hour and a half. Perfect. I started by slamming a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. Without it I might not even have gotten into the shower! I went into my room and closed the door. Taking my brown bottle from my nightstand drawer, I took two mighty huffs. My head spun and I had to steady myself for a moment, but at least now I had the nerve to get ready. In the blink of an eye I was showered, cleaned out, and dressed. The home healthcare worker arrived right on time, and at 6:15 I left the house - to get knocked up. The realization crashed over me like a tsunami and I had to steady myself for a moment against the car. I pulled a small flask from my jacket pocket and took a hit. Not enough to impair my driving, to be sure. It was such a small sip that the effect may have been more a placebo than anything. But it worked, and in a few short minutes I had left my driveway and pointed my car toward his place. I arrived in his driveway at the stroke of 7:00. I took another swig from my flask and hit the brown bottle a few more times before I stepped out and walked up to his door. The guy who answered was good-looking, tall and blond with a clean-shaven face. I guessed him to be in his mid-40s. He wore grey gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Come on in," he said with a grin. Nervously I stepped through the door and he closed it behind me. No sooner had it latched than he leaned in and kissed me. "Nervous, I see," he said. He had either smelled or tasted the alcohol on my breath. "Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "I don't blame you," he responded. "But you're on PrEP, so the chances of you getting it are pretty low." If only he knew, I thought. Then, out loud, I asked him, "Where to?" "Follow me," he replied, and led me to a bedroom at the back of the house. There was a TV mounted on the wall and on it a video of guys fucking bareback. The top had a biohazard symbol tattooed on his hip. Below the TV was a low dresser. On it were various toys, bottles of lube, and little brown bottles too. I spied my all-time favorite, which I could never find in the stores I went to. I immediately picked it up and took a long huff. "Better?" he asked with a chuckle. A wave of relaxation washed over me. "Oh yeah." I replied. To show him just how much better, I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. "A man of action," he said, grinning. "My kinda guy." With that he peeled off his t-shirt before dropping his shorts to the floor. He was commando underneath and his beautiful cock sprang upward, standing at attention as he straightened. I was transfixed. As best I could judge he was almost 9 inches long and very thick - maybe 6 inches around. It was a rare occasion that I took something that large, though I was confident I could handle it. With some more hits from the little brown bottle, of course. I dropped my own pants - I was also commando underneath - and dropped to my knees. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and flicked at the underside with my tongue. He moaned quietly as a drop of precum dribbled onto my tongue. Encouraged, I took another hit from the brown bottle with his tip still in my mouth. As the effects kicked in I slid my head down his shaft toward his stomach, until I had engulfed his entire length with my throat. Alas, his thickness prevented me from being able to tickle his balls with my tongue the way I like. "Fuck!" he muttered. He obviously approved of my oral talents. I slid my throat back and forth for a few moments until I could no longer breathe. I moved backward and his saliva-covered cock sprung free. Without a word he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me from the floor. "This is gonna happen quick," he growled. He pushed me onto the bed, placing my now cock-starved hole at just the right height. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser behind him, he squeezed a drop into his hand and massaged it onto my pucker, slipping two fingers inside for good measure. He worked them in and out a few times, opening me up for the assault I was about to undergo. The tip of his cock pressed on my finger. Well-lubed with liquor and poppers and - well, lube - it opened greedily to admit him. With one fluid motion he slid easily inside me until he was buried to the hilt. I could not recall in that moment the last time my ass was so full of cock. I loved it! Hearing no objections from me, he placed my calves on his pecs, grabbed my legs and began pounding. He held nothing back. "I've wanted this ass since the moment I laid eyes on it," he snarled as he impaled me over and over. In between grunts of pleasure I managed to reply, "I can say the same about that cock." He lasted considerably longer than I expected. Not that I was complaining - I'd have gladly lay like that all night while he stretched my hole over and over. But alas, at last his thrusts eased and he looked me in the eyes. "Where do you want my load?" he asked. My head was swimming. I had been overcome with lust. There was only one answer - the natural answer. "Cum in my ass!" I moaned. His massive cock began twerking inside my hole as it spilled a huge load of cum deep in my guts. Instinctively I squeezed tight around him so I could feel the pulses better, but also ensure that hot, toxic load stayed inside me when he finally slipped out. And slip out he did. But he wasn't done with me. He walked around to the side of the bed and motioned to his still-erect cock. "Clean it off," he ordered. I was in no state of mind to refuse - not that I ever refuse when a top wants to go from my ass to my mouth - so I leaned over and took that glorious shaft balls-deep in my mouth again. My tongue slithered around it, making sure to completely clean it of all the ass juices, lube and cum that had accumulated. At last he stepped back and withdrew from my mouth. "That - was - amazing," he panted. "Fuck yeah it was," I replied with a grin. Any nerves I had felt about his status before had melted away. His toxic load was now brewing deep inside me. "Stay the night?" he asked. "I can go a few more rounds with a little break in between." I looked at the clock. Not quite a half hour had elapsed since I walked through his door, and already I was incubating his DNA. "I have some time," I said. He climbed on the bed and we cuddled as we watched the porn on the TV. Poz top after poz top bred bottom after bottom. Most of the bottoms begged for it, and the tops were equally verbal. The dialog was a huge turn-on for me, and I was about to reach for his stiffening cock when he said, "Roll over." I did as I was told, rolling over onto my stomach to expose my freshly fucked - and pozzed - hole. In a flash he was balls-deep inside me again, piledriving me into the mattress. At this angle his cock hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum running from my own cock as his relentlessly pounded my hole. Taking a cue from the movie I moaned, "Fuck yeah! Give me that poz load!" "You want my toxic cum in your slutty hole?" he responded. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!" My little experiment worked. Soon his cock stiffened inside my ass and once again I felt the telltale pulses that told me I was taking another poz load from him. He let out a gasp as he collapsed on my back. We lay like that for a while before he rolled off of me and onto his back on the bed beside me. Needing no instruction this time I slid down and took his softening cock in my mouth, once again giving it a thorough cleaning. By now another hour had elapsed. I needed to get home to relieve the healthcare worker. I slid off the bed, careful not to let any of his precious seed drip from my hole. As he watched me, he said, "Take one of the plugs from the dresser. Keep my DNA in you all night. You can return it when you come back for Round 2 tomorrow." I think I surprised him when I selected one of the larger ones and slid it easily into my cum-filled hole. I got dressed and he saw me to the door. "Same time tomorrow," he said. "We've started you down the path, gotta make sure it sticks." I tentatively agreed - after all, my availability depended on the home healthcare worker - said good-bye and made the long drive home. The plug shifted inside my ass each time I made a turn or drove over a bump. By the time I got home it was all I could do not to rush my father's sitter out the door so I could go into my bathroom and jerk off. Wouldn't you know, the home healthcare worker was available the next night! I hurriedly packed for my trip after work and once again headed over to take more toxic cum. Another seventeen guys took their turns in my holes over the next few nights - my best showing of any business trip - and not one had any inkling that I had been taking poz loads for two days before I arrived. I visited my new friend several more times over the following weeks, and each time he bred me two or three times before sending me home. I just got back from the doctor and he will be happy to hear that it did 'stick', to use his words. I am now part of the brotherhood.

This 'boy scout' took home an 'astronaut' last night after a costume ball in town. Short hot daddy, Italian with deep dark eyes and a kiss that made me lose track of time. We left for my place where we stripped as soon as we got through the door. He went straight for my cock and after a few minutes we hit the bedroom where he pushed me into the bed and ate my ass like a champ. Such an amazing muncher...he took his time and opened me up. Flipped me onto all fours and mounted me, shoving a thick lubed, 7 inches into my pucker. No talk of condoms, status or waiting for me to handle it. He just shoved my face into the pillow and soon my ass was taking it. Midway though I started getting verbal...he felt so good. I get super piggy after a few minutes after I've adjusted to a good sized cock. Kept insisting he breed my raw hole, and in response he pushed me flat and started going to town like his life depended on it. It so satisfying getting that nut. As we woke, I had the biggest hardon from not cumming earlier. With me big spooning him, he reached back for my cock with an already lubed hand. Then he did that ass-gyrating movement and bounced his hairless hole over and over onto my cock until I broke through his tight ring. I love spoon fucking a guy and especially a smaller guy than me. Went a bit feral when he kept repeating..."cum inside me, please". Got that awesome feeling when you know the load is cumming. All I could get out as my cum was spraying inside his hole was "fuuuuck". He rode his wet hole on my cock, making sure all my cum was inside, until I slipped out. Lying alongside him, I lifted his closest leg and started working my fingers inside his slick hole while making out. He jerked his dark cock and released another delicious load onto his torso. So tasty. Can't wait for a date next weekend. And us both getting some more cum to share.

You’ll do great. Remember, you do it in your own time and with someone you trust. You won’t regret it and have a good memory of the first time completely taking a fist.

Chapter 20 The homeless guy up his ass said “ I haven’t shot in a young cunt like this one for a while “. The one that just came in his mouth said “ you need to come to the encampment, let all the Guys enjoy this. I know a couple women that would enjoy you also “. The Kid was still bent over, and another guy stuck his cock up the Kids sore ass. The guy’s hair felt like steel wool when he rubbed against the Kids ass cheeks. This guy fucked the kid for only a few minutes when he stopped and the Kid felt him pull out and push something up the Kid’s ass. It felt cool at first but then stared to burn deep in his ass. The guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s ass and stared pumping. He stopped and the Kid could feel the guy’s cock twitching and he thought he was getting another load of cum, the Guy bent over and whispered into the Kid’s ear “ You’re going to love this, That egg I pushed up you was a mix of some nasty drugs and now I am putting warm tina piss in your guts. It will melt those drugs and you will be on a trip that will never end “. The Kid recognized the voice from the guy that stared him earlier. The guy stared fucking deeper and deeper. The Kid could feel the mix sloshing in his bowels. It seemed like he was trying to not only get it to go deeper but wanted it plugged so it was forced to be absorbed. The Kid grabbed on the park bench to support himself. He was getting dizzy and he felt like never before. Everything was centered around his ass and insides. Nothing else mattered. The guy said “ I wish could give you another POZ load but I am empty, you got everything I have “. The Kid knew that he had gotten a couple toxic loads but wasn’t sure how many loads he had taken up his ass or down his throat. He only knew that he enjoyed the Toxic loads more than ever before. The guy sopped and pulled out of the Kid’s spun ass and said “ We have another customer. Hold still “. The Kid was having problems holding still. He was gyrating his hips and couldn’t stop. From behind he looked like a bitch in heat. He heard a deep voice behind him say “ This Kid must be really tweaking, Look at him wave that ass wanting to get bred “. The Guy dropped his pants and started stroking his cock to get it ready. He spread the Kid’s cheeks with one hand to geta look at his the jewel between them. What he saw was a slightly gaping hole that was dripping ping cum. He suspected that the Kid was spinning pretty hard with his movements. Then he grazed the Hole the Kid Moaned and said “ Oh yessss. Please more. I really need it “. He pushed one finger in the Kid and he about screamed, both with excitement and in pain. His hole was getting very tender with all the abuse he had tonight. The Fack that Cum and piss was the only lube he had, didn’t help either. By this time the Guy had his cock ready for action. It wasn’t overly big, about 7 ½ inches and thick. What the kid didn’t know was that this guy had one of those cocks that were like a piece of steel when hard. The other thing was that the guy was a lot taller than him. The Kid was bent over waiting for the impending penetration, holding onto a park bench to steady himself. The main reason he was holding onto the bench was because he wasn’t steady on his feet, all the drugs were having an effect on him. He wasn’t sure what all was pushed up his now tender and stretched ass but he knew that Tina was some, he recognized the effects and burning. The guy pushed the head of his steel cock into the Kids ass. Most cocks would yield some to the tightness and resistance, but this cock was so hard it didn’t. In fact, it was splitting his ass. His girlfriend put a dildo up his ass a while back and even though it was one of those harder plastic ones it yielded some, this cock didn’t. It went in and made the kid’s ass yield to it, There was no stopping this pole from busting the kid open. The guy with the deep voice was slowly pumping the Kid’s ass. Being a quite a bit taller than the Kid he had to squat down to fuck him. He pulled the Kid tightly to him with his cock planted deeply in the Kids throbbing ass. The Kid thought it was just to get as deep as possible, But the Kid was in for a surprise.

My thoughts exactly - love it when tops take turns so out in the open is best for that

Lansing—October, 2021 A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy. With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house. It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite. I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north. We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving. When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom. I looked around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh… “Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us. “He likes to arrive when the action has started. He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.” We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us. The Top Host is kissing Keshawn. Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim. I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks. My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host. I get him good and wet. I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth. I stand up and slide into him for the first time today. I fuck him gently. Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too. I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off. Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim. I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz. The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur. Everyone here is a pig. They eat ass. They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass. I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me. Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out. I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking. When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived. He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us. Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host. Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock. I offer to suck the Voyeur. He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum. He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again. * I am under the rimseat. Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass. He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out. I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick. I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them. Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him. HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue. He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten. I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube. He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment. I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats. Tim begins to bounce. I lose track of time. There is no place I’d rather be. Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host. He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place. I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube. Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face. His ass is the least wet. I try to remedy that situation… * We are at the sling. I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn. When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in. We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock. Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other. He swings across so he is straddling the sling. I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still. Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool. I begin to fuck harder. Tim begins to ride Keshawn. It’s a first for me. I love it. It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. I tell him so. “I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs. * Everyone in the room is ready to get off. We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed. The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back. I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim. The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats. He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting. Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole. This makes him hot enough to shoot. He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim. I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole. But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. I fuck this load into Tim, too. I pound him. I am now frothing his hole. There is stray cum emerging on every stroke. I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December, 27, 2021

That particular video was about having a 'safe' bdsm meet - I don't think there was even any oral during the session, and having my cock in a sheaf, with a condom on, made it more like I was fucking him with a toy rather than me actually fucking him. The good thing about using the sheaf the most recent time - aye, it stretched his hole, but going from having my cock encased in a sheaf, to then sliding into his gaping arse raw, was a great sensation.

During the Folsom weekend in berlin this year there was a naked f--ck party at a venue called Sc--une. I went downstairs and my cock went into 3 holes before unloading. Later I was talking to a guy from Melbourne (Aust) who drained my balls at the IML years before. He said that he was loaded and sore (12 cocks - 7 loads). We watched a black American muscle boy bent over a bench upstairs.. kept count.. he took at least 25 cocks while we were watching and chatting... don't know how he finished the night.. but I would bet he was well loaded and sore. Great weekend Folsom in Barelin.

I think we all recognize that this is the "reality" for some guys here. I would suggest that most of the people who downvoted your reply did not do so because they were "shocked", but because we believe (a) it's bullshit, for starters - as ErosWired said, it's only "exciting" in the same sense that playing Russian Roulette is exciting. Both are stupid risks to take. And frankly, ANY discussion of pursuing unprotected sex without PrEP belongs in the Backroom. (b) the fact that "no prep no meds is the reality for some guys here" does not make that good advice to give to anyone else, especially someone young and relatively inexperienced. It's shitty advice. (c) sure, people have the "choice" to do all sorts of stupid things. That doesn't mean we should applaud those who advise people to do stupid things. As the saying goes, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes". For an HIV-negative man, to have unprotected sex with another man without PrEP or a condom SHOULD be a very carefully considered decision that requires a lot of mature thought. Treating it as "oh well, that's the reality for some people" and nothing else when someone is asking for advice is a shitty thing to suggest.

Love the caged element in this story, wish it appeared in more writing, please keep going.

54 yo enthusiastic cocksucker, cumpig and sometimes bottom. I love sucking cock, especially through the gloryhole and I absolutely LOVE tasting and swallowing cum as well as receiving messy facials. When I bottom, I always take it bareback and I love an audience when I'm being used. I really like how my ass feels after it has been stretched and bred. I love being naked and staying in a bookstore or bathhouse for hours and getting as many loads as possible. This pig also loves verbal abuse and humiliation.

*****3**** I convinced him that I was serious and sincere regarding my intentions to become a completely subservient slave, owned, used and willing to be trained and adapted to meet his needs and desires. I confirmed my HIV status and he confirmed that I would be converted, as he and all his slaves were poz. The men who visited were also positive and some had slaves of there own who were likewise. We had been talking for almost an hour when he told me he had booked a room at the hotel. When he said this I became exited but then slightly deflated when he said just wish to visually examine me to see if I was suitable and that nothing was going to happen between us until I had completed the cooling off period at which time, if I was still committed to joining I would initiated. Once in the room he told me to remove my clothes and stand naked infront of him. I did as commanded. I looked at me from the front then told me to slowly turn around slowly. I felt self conscious, vulnerable and embarrassed as I let him explore my body with his eyes. When my back was towards him he told me to bend forward and pull my buttocks apart. I'd done this many times in front of guys who had their cock ready to plough my hole but, in front of this fully clothed man I felt even more embarrassed than I had before. I thought he might want to explore me physically but he made no move to do so and made no comment about me other than to say I would need to remove all body hair and shave my head if I decided to continue with the process. I could leave now and he would be in contact in a few weeks. He then left the room. I presumed I was suitable as he hadn't said anything detrimental or negative and told me to shave. It was only after the door closed that I realised my cock had been dripping. There was a string of precum from the tip of my cock down to knee height and several spots on the carpeted floor. He must have seen this but I had no idea I had been dripping. I quickly dressed and left the room and drove home. The following weeks seemed to drag and again I wondered if he would contact me. I was more convinced than ever that this was what I was meant for, my destiny. I masterbated furiously, fantasising about what he would do to me and my new life, daily. As each day passed I became a little fretful that he wouldn't contact me again. Maybe I wasn't suitable for his needs at all. I knew I wasn't unattractive. 24 years old, blond, slim and fit but, maybe he had wanted someone more muscular. Someone he could put to work in some way. On the last day of June I found a message in my in box from The Master. He asked if I was still interested in committing myself to him. I replied immediately saying that I was ready and had no doubts. He replied saying that I should sell everything I owned and give the money away to someone who needed it or a charity. I wouldn't need to bring clothes other than what I was wearing and be prepared to join him in two weeks time. He would be in touch with more details nearer the time. He reminded me to be hairless and suggested being waxed as it lasted longer and gave much better results than shaving. I sold my car and the few meagre possessions I owned and gave them to an old neighbour. I know she struggled to keep her flat warm and had no income other than her pension. I just put the money through her door the night before I was leaving with no note of indication of who the money was from. The Master had contacted me a few days before with the details and final arrangements and I had gone to a local place that advertised waxing. I have to say I was a little surprised how much waxing hurt but, the results were fantastic. The back and front of my torso, my cock, balls, arse crack and legs were as smooth as a babies bum. I went to the barber and got him to go as short as he could with the clippers then went home and wet shaved my head. I was ready for my new life. He had told me to be outside my address at 9.30am and that I would be collected by someone else. That the journey would take a number hours and that I would be sedated for the journey. I was about to ask why, then thought better of it. My place was not to ask questions or question anything I was told, just to agree and obey. I didn't want to jeopardise my position before it began. So, at 9.25 I closed the door to the flat I had lived in for five years and the life I was leaving behind. At exactly 9.30 a brand new blue van pulled up outside and the passenger window lowered. The guy the front was about my age with a shaven head. I guessed he must be a fellow slave. He told me get in the back which I did. The van was windowless and had a mattress on the floor. In a small crate was a bottle off water and a pill jar. My instructions were to take both capsules from the jar with the water. I did so then lay on the mattress. At first I didn't feel anything but eventually fell asleep. The next thing I remember was waking up in a small single bed covered in a fleece blanket. Next to me sat a young man, probably eighteen or nineteen sitting in a comfortable looking armchair. He smiled and asked what I would like to drink. I had arrived. **To be continued **

Part 1 - The Setup So, a few weeks ago I ended up meeting a couple in the gym who’d I’d chatted too literally years’ ago. I hadn’t seen them when I working out, I was in my own little gym zone doing splits on the treadmill and after about 10 rounds was absolutely dripping in sweat. I hit the showers and then the sauna which I had for myself for about 3 seconds before one of the guys comes in. He sits opposite me and introduces himself, but in a really odd way, like he was sounding me out rather than actually introducing himself - just an odd vibe. He asked about my programme and then about how often I came to the gym and got a bit closer to me before his partner comes in - kisses him on the lips and sits right next to me. The original guy asks if I remember them and I honestly don’t - which makes them laugh. The guy next to me jokingly put his hand on my knee and didn’t move it. Only a few seconds pass but the tension made it feel like minutes. The guy with his hand on my knee leans in and whispers, ‘we’d still like to fuck you…you never gave it up so you owe us’ I was straining hard and the original guy (Kem) notices and nods to his husband (John) who moves his hand up and under my towel. He grabs my cage and looks momentarily stunned (like just for a second) before asking if I’d like to sit on their dicks. Obviously I say yes and he smiles and gently kisses me. The door opens with a few other guys about to come in so we all reset and they both leave. I follow but the showers were super busy all of a sudden so just jumped in a cubicle and cooled off. I looked for them both in the changing rooms but they were at the other end from my locker so I ended up just getting ready and leaving. As soon as I got outside I get a text from Kem who said they had recognised me as soon as I’d got on the treadmill as someone they thought had ‘got away’ - that we had been chatting before the pandemic and was supposed to have got fucked by them. They’d basically waited for me to finish my workout before setting up the sauna meet. They wanted to get another look at me. As soon as I got the text I re-read the whole message history and it was hot! He said I owed them my ass and sent a video of him fucking a cum-filled twink. I have the video and it was clear that the boy had been filled! Like, with a lot. In my caged up headspace I just reply with ‘yes’ and a few new videos of me showing off in my runners singlet and a thong. We end up ramping up the sex chat for the next hour or so and I’m basically a mental wreck…in my ass-focussed headspace I probably would have travelled to Scotland to get fucked by them, so I ask if they wanted my ass that day. Kem says ‘no, but I like the energy’ - he wants it to be special after waiting so long and asks if I’m free the following weekend to come to a party. It would be them and about 5 of their friends. Something they like to do once a month - he says it’s very chill, no pressure, but I would be naked, and I would get fucked...a lot. His exact text ended with: “Your caged-up body will get all the cum we can give it. Promise. Yeah. John told me. Wear it on Saturday 😈” I was so fucking horny it was such an easy sell to my brain that I said ‘yes’ without a single thought other than ‘fuck yes’. For the first time in ever my ass twitched before my cock did…that was a seriously weird sensation. Like being horny in an entirely different part of your body for the first time is a little startling. My cock strained a few seconds later, but I think I felt what it must be like to be nothing more than a hole, first time experiencing it that way before. Kem texts back a picture of his dick - rigid and the following words: ‘good fucking boy - don’t disappoint us ❤️’

I woke up. Apparently I passed out at some point to where Ethan and I were in a bed of black satin sheets with him nuzzling at my neck and him still rocking his dick in and out of my hole. He sensed I was waking up and flexed his cock in my making me groan in pleasure. I turned my head and kissed him thanking me for making me pass out from a rough fuck which always has been a fantasy of mine. "You're welcome babe I was so horned up I couldn't stop myself from plowing you so hard." He told me he didn't stop fucking me even after I passed out and he moved me to al the spots in his room and fucked me. He said I would have to watch the video footage later, surprising me that he had cameras all over his playroom. We laid there making out while he kept fucking me and I could feel him start to get harder and I knew he was about to load me up. "Here comes love, get ready for load number eight." I was shocked and turned on even more that he loaned me that much. I felt the cum shooting into my hole and it took me over the top and I felt myself cum at the same time. We stayed together for what felt like hours until Ethan slid out of me with a wet pop.I rolled over and lifted my legs up so I didn't waste a single drop of Ethan's charged load and for good measure started to finger my hole to push his load in me deeper and scratched my insides to make sure his load would do its job. When he slid his fingers out he showed me the nice coating of cum as well as a nice pink tint and I grabbed his fingers and slid them into my mouth to clean them off. I was ready for a shower but didn't want to lose a drop of cum so I asked Ethan to get a buttplug for me. He went over to the play room and came back with the biggest plug he had and worked it deep into my hole keeping me nice and full and not spilling a drop. We got up from the bed and went to his bathroom and I was shocked to see a huge rainfall shower in his bathroom. He heated up the water nicely and we stepped inside and we were once again all over eachother kissing and groping all parts of each other's body. It made me feel like I was living in a dream but I knew it wasn't one when Ethan reached for the plug and gave it a nice twist inside. We finished our shower and went back to his bed where he pulled his laptop and pulled up the video feeds of his playroom cameras. I sat there hard as a rock while watching the love of my life plowing my ass in many different areas and positions while I was completely passed out. Ethan was twisting the plug in me making me moan as I watched and it was good we didn't have any blankets over us because I was leaking pre cum all over his bed. He handed me the laptop and I held it while he slid down and took my aching cock in his mouth down to the root. I moaned more telling him I was already so close to cumming some of my last neg load. He sped up his sucking and added more motions to the plug in my hole driving me crazy to where I had to set his laptop down because I was shaking too much and feared dropping it on his head. As I was just about to shoot in his mouth I grabbed his head and shoved his head all the way down and yelled for him to CHOKE ON MY NEG LOAD!!! He came off my cock after what felt like forever and only after making sure every drop of my neg cock was milked out and I was super sensitive. Ethan smiled at me with a cheeky grin telling me that he needed to unload one more load of his poz babies before we went to sleep for the night. With that he warned me that he was going to pull the butt plug out hard to make sure there was extra damage to my hole and I bent down with my ass up ready for him. Ethan gave the plug one final twist before pulling it out with all his might causing me to scream into his sheets. Ethan quickly shoved his dick in my abused hole causing me to scream more which quickly turned into a whimper then into moans of pure bliss. He pounded my hole without restraint like before and I could feel his cock getting harder and knew he was about to dump another load of poz cum in me. He slammed into me one last time causing me to see stars and he growled in my ear to take his poz babies and I felt the warmth of his load in me. When he was finished he was breathing harder than I was but I didn't want him to pull out so we both schooched up to the top of his bed and he wrapped his arms around me and said he loved me and his heart was whole once more until we both fell asleep. part 5 cumming soon

You asked for it. Part 2 Brad and Greg were startled to see Kevin standing there. He looked confused and hurt. "Again I ask, what the hell is going on here?" "Son, this is not how I wanted you to find out." "Kevin, I am gay like your dad is. We really hit it off." Kevin was calming down but still not happy. "This is weird, this is wrong. My dad and my best friend." "Kevin, what are you doing home so soon?" Kevin was about to say don't change the subject but decided that he needed to explain that. "Mom is still bitter about you. She was horrible the whole visit and said this morning that she hated everything about the marriage and that included me." "I am sorry son." Brad started to get up but Kevin brushed it off. "No, I am not in the right frame of mind about this. Dad you pozzed Greg?" Brad was about to speak but Greg spoke first. "Yes he did. I wanted him to. I love him and he loves me. We are both adults and can make our own choices. I am sorry this is how you found out. It was wrong. I know you tried to call us to say you were coming back. I heard both our phones ring but did not look to see what happened. I know what your mom sad hurt and seeing us is a shock but I think I know what is really making you act this way. You are not angry you are jealous. You wanted it to be you and not me who took Daddy's seed." Brad looked confused and Kevin looked scared. "I can see it in your eyes. We are both naked and you never told us to cover up even though you can see it. I can see a bulge in your pants and your eyes were always on the fact that I have been rubbing your dad's dick the whole time." Kevin sat on the end of the bed and started crying. "Yeah, it is true. Dad, I have had a crush on you for years now. Ever since puberty. Yeah I like girls but it was always you I wanted." Brad slid over and hugged his son. Kevin returned the hug and then decided to take the biggest chance in his life. He leaned in and kissed his father on the lips. Closed mouth at first. Brad did nor move away. Rather, he returned it. Soon the father and son were open mouth kissing. They were getting more passion filled. Greg came over and started stripping Kevin. "Daddy, please fuck my brother." "Brother?" "He is your brother now. And you can call me Daddy now as well." Of course Daddy." "I want you to fuck your brother Kevin." Greg laid on his back as Kevin crawled up behind him. Daddy put some lube on his bio son's tip and watched as one son fucked the other. Daddy then crept up in back of his bio son and forced his own dick into bio son's. Daddy could not believe it. He was fucking his son. This was not a game or roleplay this was really it. His son was now his lover. This was the best fuck he ever had. Family sex was best. "Daddy fuck me harder please, fuck me harder Daddy. Please I need you to fuck me." Daddy did as his son asked him. Soon Kevin was filling up Brad. Brad then slid out and put his ass up to Kevin's face so he could eat the cum out of his ass. Then Daddy shot a load right into his bio son's willing and open hole. Like before the lack of lube caused skin to open up and then absorb the blessed seed into his blood. "I guess this is how we spend the rest of summer." Kevin quipped. They all laughed. Kevin also got tested quickly and was positive. They all got special matching tattoos. Kevin and Greg even got married with Brad (Daddy) adopting Greg so they were all a real family. A family that spreads poz seed with each other and with anyone else they choose to let in om their secret.

Chapter 1 I was coming up on the big 5-0. I’d had a pretty good year and was feeling great about myself. I was taking better care of my diet, joined a gym and actually went. I had lost some extra pounds and was looking and feeling better than ever. In case you’re wondering, I’m 5’7” green eyes, short dark brown hair with a bit of grey starting to show, hairy chest, clean shaven and a nice toned body starting to come through. My right arm has a full sleeve of tats and my left a half sleeve. I always scheduled my yearly medical exam around my birthday and this year was no different. The day before my appointment I received the usual reminder phone call. “Hello is this Scott?” “Speaking.” “Hi this is Matty from Dr. Manning’s office calling to remind you about your appointment tomorrow at 5:45.” “Umm I’m sorry did you say Dr. Manning? My appointment’s with Dr. Jackson.” “Dr. Jackson is no longer at this practice. Dr. Manning is now seeing his patients. You should have received a notice several weeks ago. I apologize for any confusion.” I wasn’t very happy. I don’t know about you but once I find a good doc I’ll do anything to hold onto them. “Yea no I didn’t receive any notice. Where did he move to? I’d really prefer to keep seeing him.” “Oh I’m sorry he moved out of state.” “Fuck! Oops sorry” Matty was chuckling on the other end of the line. “Don’t worry about it. I’d be pissed too, but you have nothing to worry about sir. I think you’ll really like Dr. Manning.” “Well I’ll have to take your word for it. I really don’t want to find another doctor at this short notice so I guess I’ll give him a shot.” The next day I showed up for my appointment. Right off the bat I could see the changes at the office. It had definitely been given a face lift not to mention the receptionist was hot as hell. Mid 20s, cute as fuck, goatee, piercing blue eyes. “Hi sir, I’m Matty; how can I help you?” “Hi Matty, I’m Scott. I have a 5:30 appointment.” “Mmm yes you do cutie. Here you go. Fill these forms out and we’ll get you going.” I felt myself starting to blush. I quickly filled out the forms and took a seat in the waiting room. About ten minutes later I heard my name being called. I looked up from my phone and saw the hottest nurse I’d ever seen. Over 6’ tall, hairy arms, deep blue eyes, 5 o’clock shadow, very muscular, his scrubs top was so tight you could tell his right nipple was pierced. Holy shit maybe I should have changed doctors years ago. I stood up and grabbed my stuff and started towards him. “Scott, hi I’m Chris, I’ll be taking care of you today.” He said as he shook my hand. “If you’ll come with me we’ll get you started.” Oh I know just where I’d like you to start!! He lead me into an exam room and had me sit on the exam table. “Okay, just a few questions to start. I see you’re here for your yearly checkup and you were a patient of Dr. Jackson.” “Yep, that’s correct.” “It says in chart you’re on medication for high blood pressure.” “Yes, a couple years now.” “Anything else you’re taking?” “No, nothing else.” “Are you in any pain today?” “Nope.” “Are you sexually active?” “Oh yeah!” “Mm that’s good to hear. Do you play with men, women or both?” “I’m gay, so that would be men only,” I said winking at him. Damn I could feel my pants starting to get a little tighter. He grinned and licked his lips then turned back to his computer to make some more notes. “So I don’t see anything about prep in your chart.” “No I just use condoms.” “Hmmm good to know. Okay let’s check your vitals.” He took my temperature and my blood pressure and damn if he didn’t run his hand up and down my arm as he took the cuff off. Fuck I was starting to get harder. “Love your tats. They look great on you. Okay that should just about do it. The doctor will be in to see you shortly.” “Thanks Chris! I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon.” What the fuck. I was turning into a teenager. “Oh I’m sure I’ll be back to take some fluids from you.” He grabbed my shoulder as he was heading out of the room and squeezed tight. Damn I could swear his crotch was bigger than before. I waited another ten minutes or so until the doc came in. Holy shit, seriously was everyone at this practice a fucking ten. “Hi Scott. I’m Dr. Manning thanks for coming in today. Why don’t you take your shirt off and we’ll take a look.” He did all his doctor stuff and it took every ounce of self control to keep from getting a massive hard on. Once he was done he started asking me about my sex life. “So I see you use condoms. What percentage of the time would you say?” “100%.” “That’s really good. Some men think safety is very important.” Okay that was odd, I thought. “Are you interested in going on prep? A lot of guys go on prep so they can play without condoms. Some of my patients even have sex without condoms and aren’t on prep. They say it’s rather freeing. So you’ve really never had sex without a condom? It’s okay this is a safe place you can talk to me freely. No judgment here.” I couldn’t believe what was happening. Did he really he just tell me fucking raw was fine and actually encouraged it? Okay he was definitely nothing like Dr. Jackson. “Umm no always played safe. But I must admit I’ve been wondering lately how it would feel to have a raw cock fuck me. I mean to have sex without condoms.” I blushed. “It’s okay Scott no reason to be embarrassed. We’re both gay men and you can be totally open with me. I’m here to help you. Well I have to say it’s rather impressive you’ve made it to 50 and never barebacked.” Seriously I think I’ve entered an alternate universe, what the fuck was happening. But damn my cock was rock hard. “My last boyfriend was really safety conscious so we always played safe.” “Were you the top or bottom in the relationship?” “Mostly top but I much prefer to be on the bottom.” “Hmm yes I can totally picture you as the bottom.” WTF seriously was I dreaming. “Well let’s see everything looks really good except I’m a little concerned about your blood pressure meds. I think I want to try you on a smaller dosage since you’ve lost some weight over the past year.” “That’s a good thing right?” “Oh yeah that’s excellent. I’ll want to see you in a month to make sure everything’s on track. I’m going to send Chris back in to draw some blood then you’ll be good to go. Just make your follow up appointment with Matty before you leave. It was great meeting you Scott and I look forward to seeing you soon. Oh and if you wanted to talk to someone about barebacking with or without prep Chris is a great resource. He has first hand experience both ways.” He winked at me then walked out of the room and closed the door. Holy fucking shit! Seriously what the hell kind of medical practice was this and why the hell hadn’t Dr. Jackson moved sooner!

I was out and about a while back when I started feeling horny. I was toying with an idea for a while. Something that would get the other persons heart pounding too. On this night i contacted a Brazilian shemale escort who was on bbrt at that time. She was a thick 9 incher with a skinny body and bid tits. I knew for some time she was a party girl and a bareback fucker. I also know she had lived in Thailand for a while. I told her I was out with a friend and we were both drunk. I said he was straight and had never taken any chems before but was interested in trying G and T with a "professional" lady. . She agreed to meet him 1 2 1 and see how things panned out. amd agreed not to mention she was a ladyboy until he was high. Little did she know I was that "straight guy" and she was in my trap. I sent her my number and told her I would get him to call her. I told her I was going to a sauna and wished her a good night I called her a few minutes later and explained I had been given her number by a good friend. She said she was expecting my call and asked If I wanted to party. I said yes and she text me her address. I arrived and she buzzed me up. I was rock hard and my chest was pounding because of the charade. When she opened the door I was blown away. She was slim, beautiful and I spied a little bulge. We made our way into the bedroom. She gave me a little kiss and told me to relax. I gave her a donation and she left for a few minuets. I looked around the room. I could see poppers, various sized dildos from small to holy fuck. She returned with a little tray with a drink to relax me. I downed the aloe vera drink and noticed the tell tale after taste. It was strong, she hadnt gone easy, she clearly wanted me relaxed high and loose. Once again she kissed me left again and told me to relax. I stripped to my boxers and noticed a discussion going on in the other room. I assumed whoever was in there didnt approve of her taking advantage of me. She returned again with the same tray. This time was different. There was a small clear bag, a glass pipe and a lighter. She asked me if I knew what it was, I played dumb and asked if it was G...she smiled, pulled me close and kissed me for about 30 seconds. She prepared everything for me. She explained how to breath and when to exhale. She sparked it up. When it began to evaporate she siad "slowly inhale" I sucked back for about 10 or 15 seconds. "Wait" she said after about 15 seconds she told me to exhale....instant nirvana. The G I had taken earlier started kicking in. I slightly exaggerated the reaction to maker her feel I was a helpless virgin in her control. She kissed me again, deeper this time. My cock was rock hard. She felt it and smiled. She repeated this multiple times. She said I needed more to relax. When she was satisfied she told me to take a shower I showered wile trying not to fall over. Her G was strong or the dose was high. When I was finished I walked naked back to the bedroom. I saw her in the living room with a bi Brazilian guy who I found out later owns the place and is letting her stay with him for sexual servicing. They were preparing to slam each other. They noticed me looking and I kept walking into the bedroom. The pipe and lighter were still there so I hit it hard as I could waiting for her to return. A little while the guy came out and asked me how I was doing with a big smile. I gave him a thumbs up. He said he loved hairy guys blew me a kiss and stumbled back into the living room. I expected to hear them fucking any minute but she returned to me with another drink and a big kiss. She was high as a kyte and rock hard but i pretended not to notice. I downed the drink and she took me to the bed and started kissing me deeply. We chatted and kissed. I talked to her about a recent holiday to Thailand and mentioned I wanted to go back alone, having gone with a friend before. She took off her bra. We continued to kiss and she asked me why i wanted to go back to thailand. I said i dont know, maybe to meed a thai ladyboy or get a massage. She smiled and told me she is a ladyboy. Still acting I asked her what she meant. She stopped sissing me, moived back and pulled out her huge cock. I joked that she tricked me and my friend tricked me. I sat up and kissed her. She went into horny overdrive and kept kissing me and rubbing my cock. She then sterted rubbing my asshole lightly as she moved down to start sucking me off. She sucked my cock and licked my asshole for a few minutes then stopped. She gave me the pipe and left the room. I sucked deep and blew clouds. She ruturned with a blindfold and retrived stockings from her drawer. She asked if it was ok as she started to tie me spread eagle. I was so high at this time i could barely spoke. She kissed me and left the room. She quickly returned but i could hear whistering in the background of the music. She kissed me repeatedly switching from kissing me to sucking my cock. She told me to focus and she would hold the pipe for me. I followed her instruction. I also felt my arm being tied at the elbow. "OK now" she said. I slowly inhaled my deepedt one yet. "Hold it" she said. I helf my breath as long as i could. As i was exhaling i could feel the band around my elbow being released and a warm feeling throughout my whole body. My feet and hands were untied as i curled up in the foetal position...it was my forst slam and it was a huge one. I felt nausea for a minute and was unable to speak. I tried to lift myself but my arms crumpled beneath me. I lay on the bed blindfolded. I could feel her kisses on my lips , his mouth around my cock and his fingers in my ass. This was the begining of a 2 day session. Let me know if you want to know more...

I have always wanted to go to a pride event but never had the chance to but this year i was going to make it. I looked at videos online at many hot encounters there and i knew i needed to experience it for myself. I tried to see if what i truly wanted would be there and i didn't see a whole lot of chatter on your basic site about it but then i was able to see a site that held all the answers i needed to hear. I clicked the link i saw and was brought to a chat room for poz and chaser guys talking about going to pride this year and where to meet up for any fun there. I learned that the host of the chat room was going to be setting up a booth at the parade as a seemingly ordinary tent selling lube toys gear ect. and will be having a privacy tent set up behind his booth that will be for any poz fun to be had. He said that there are no rules that say he has to tell anyone that there will be mostly poz guys there that will be on them to plan ahead and follow the guidelines that any event like this sets out. I kept reading the setup he will be having and all i needed to know to find him was to look for the scorpion stickers that will be on the legs of his booth and i will know i came to the right place. He said the fee to use his privacy area would just be $5 and anyone with a biohazard or scorpion tattoo got in for free. well having neither yet i made sure to have the money for it and then i started to chat with some of the other guys in the chatroom letting them know what i wanted to happen on my first pride event. I let everyone know i was neg but i truly wanted that to be a thing of the past and i wanted as many poz unmedicated and high strained loads as i could up my ass by the end of the day. I told them i was 23 6ft3 and weighing 200 pounds of muscle with a 7 inch cock and a virgin hole since i mostly top and i posted a few torso dick and ass pics to grab everyones attention. i got allot of attention after that and the guys were telling me how happy that on my first pride event that i wanted to convert so badly. Apperently it even grabbed the attention of the chat leader because he messaged me privatly. Him "hey boy how's it going?" Me "very good sir just looking forward to going to pride for the first time and making sure to go to your booth to get what i want." Him "that's why i wanted to talk to you about son i always have a star boy in my tent and i always look to see who wants to be that boy and i figured since it is your first time here i would ask you." It took me les than a second to say yes to him. That's great to hear boy now do you have a ride and a place to stay overnight? i told him i was only thinking of going during the day and hadn't thought of staying overnight since you have to reserve ahead of time for hotels and it was now the week of pride. Hell if you want to you could stay in my hotel overnight if you want to but be warned the sex isn't going to stop at just my tent so if you want to be ready for an all night orgy. that got me excited and i told him i would love too stay with him there. great so here's the deal since you're going to be my special tent boy i am going to come get you and take you home the next day and of course there is no fee for you in my tent and i am going to sweeten this even further by giving you one of everything i am selling there at no charge and i am personally going to give you your first scorpion or biohazard tattoo of your choosing. i told him i was flattered and excited at this and i was very looking forward to pride. i gave him my address and he said he would be there the day before pride to get to the hotel before the event kicked off. after we signed off i laid in my bed thinking of how lucky i was and how excited i was for my first poz pride

Next time I visit Amsterdam I definitely want to go to Dirty Dicks - just the name of it conjures up breeding

Thanks guys, Thats what I kind of thought & also explains why I haven’t advanced to the next stage. It’s the mental issue I have to work on now.

I was a huge fan of cottaging. I also became much more brave, often stripping off in certain loos.

In the days when I was total top, I was never a fan of fucking a loaded hole either. Then I started going to more and more anon hotel meets and the guys were really horny, so my views changed. Then I met a hot little cumdump here who I used to see pretty much every week and he always had a few loads in him before I got to his place. Further to the conversation earlier, I went to the sauna today as planned. Eight raw fucks and one definite load (which ran down my leg), but possibly three. You know how sometimes a guy cums but doesn't make any noise? I wasn't sure if it was cum or lube leaking out of me (I did have a lot of lube in me). A number were in darkrooms, two were in the steam room, one in the cinema but bizarrely none through a glory hole. There almost was one, but he was messing around I just went elsewhere.

Wish I could smoke with you, I never smoked what you're smoking though, you could teach me how couldn't you? Pm me sometime. 🚬👄

As usual, I think BootmanLA is giving good advice. The following thoughts assume you and the bf are well-protected with all the shots, pills, precautions: 1. The venue is a public one, and thus there is no implication of commitment for either party. Within the confines of the LeatherLife, it's called a "negotiation", but in your case it would be simply a 'hey - wanna go have a drink or bite of supper with us sometime?" kind of presentation to the intended. 2. If he's got any anti-gay issues, he'll politely demur, and you'll have your answer. No harm done, no one gets hurt, and you two move on. If he says sure, I'll meet you at X place, X time, that's a hint of potential good will on his part. 3. If he agrees, you and your bf can come up with some conversation which would be steered (by you two) towards alluding to gay sex, without getting down into the weeds about it. Gauge his reaction. Sniff the wind. Unless he's a total dunce, he'll get the drift, and you'll have your answer. 4. When he hollers "hell yeah, rawfuck me senseless", tell us allllll about it.

Five guys fucked me, and four came in my ass (the fifth gave me a facial while one of the other four busted in my hole). This was at a bathhouse in Phoenix. I was there for about 4 hours. I’ve had similar experiences at the same and other bathhouses in Phoenix and Chicago. Most of the time I’ll have a load or two inside me when I go to the bathhouse, but I’m not counting those as part of my stats for the purpose of this poll. During my other visits, I’ll usually get fucked by three or four guys and take two or three loads in my hole.

Good girl. Someone clearly taught you to understand what you are and what your role is and the duties of your role. Boys like you aren’t taught to be a cocksucker or even trained to be a cocksucker, you were born and raised a cocksucker and a fucktoy.

That should be sphincter. Damn autocorrect! 😂

Today is a pissing kind of day. We are drinking a ton of water. We take a drink every 30 mins. She/boi is hanging in there with me drink for drink. We share our piss between cups of water. Raw bb piss fucking in the shower. Lots of clean warm piss today. Just another day.

I paused so he lifted his right arm and instinctively I licked his pit. “I want your DNA inside me, your masculine cum”. He didn’t say anything but lifted his left arm and I licked every bit of sweat. “I want you to make me pregnant”. He told me to sniff the poppers and his chest. I inhaled the musk and poppers deeply. “I NEED to get pregnant”. He replied “good boy” and started to lick my hole. His tongue went deep inside me causing such a rush. The feeling was intense. He stood up with me at his feet looking up at his mighty weapon. “You want this inside you” he asked unscrewing the poppers. “Please sir, raw sir”. I sniffed deep his chest and poppers intoxicating. “You ready to be my dumb twink cumbucket, too stupid to ask my status?”. With that I flipped round with my smooth twink ass in the air. “Fill me daddy, make me yours, make me pregnant”. He didn’t need a second invitation. With that he slid into my hole, slowly at first to let me get used to his size then he picked up the pace pumping hard for a bit. I moaned so much at the pleasure such a muscular hairy alpha breeding me. He slowed down and asked “you like this meaty cock inside you?”. I replied “I love it, finally a real man inside me, you’re the biggest I’ve had”. He let me sniff the poppers and said “so you like this poz cock inside you, filling you?”. I moaned “yes daddy, breed me daddy, fill me daddy”. He replied mockingly “aww, should I pull out, save you from conversion?” I begged “no daddy, fill me, breed me, POZ ME SIR”. He picked up the pace, pumping harder and harder. “What do you want?” he growled. “Your poz cum, your DNA, your seed inside me”. I could feel his cock swell inside me and I knew it was the point of no return “infect me sir”. He exploded, growling and releasing rope after rope of poz cum inside me. The impact made me cum hands free for the first time ever. “Thank you sir!” He replied “welcome lad, you’ll always remember the today, my alpha seed inside you”. I thanked him for making me a man.

Great Story.

Fisting is partly mental. Mental bc you need to trust your top and I feel incredibly connected with the top even in a darkroom in a sauna. I found the following helpful when I first started: - Practise with large toys and watch fisting videos. - Good deep douche - poppers ++ - good lubes ready or cum filled hole - let your slutty hole open up - it will be the most incredible new sensation and connection with your top i had only taken it passed the elbow once, the top was sexy and coached me to open up. I knew I had to obey him. That was without poppers.

Day 2. A normal day for me would start being woken to the smell of fresh coffee, which would start brewing at 6.25, followed 5 minutes later by Alexa waking me up with whatever playlist I'd programmed the night before, and on a rare occasion, there'd be a guy next to me, who'd I'd fucked and bred the night before and I hadn't kicked him out because I knew I'd be needing to get head in the morning, and I'd treat myself to shoving his head down on my rock hard cock, eliminating the need for conversation or the pretence that I had any interest in trying to remember his name. Not today. The smell that woke me this morning wasn't freshly roasted and ground Nørlo coffee, but rank and stale and my face was getting wet. I opened my eyes, and there he was, Cobra cock, waking me up by pissing in my face. The second my eyes opened, he stopped his flow. I got up on my elbows, my mouth was about to protest, but we both noticed the same thing. My rock hard throbbing cock, bouncing around like a faggot in heat. In one fell swoop, he opened my mouth, deposited his cock head in, pinched my nostrils and let the piss flow. A man was taking a piss in my mouth. With that he winked, and just said "swallow or choke, your choice". I gulped and gulped, it seemed like gallons, it was like he'd been saving his piss up for a week to try and drown me in it. Eventually, he finished, and shook his cock spraying the drops all over my face. "Only thing better than morning piss, is morning poz piss, OK faggot ,now you've drained the snake, time to taste the venom,so suck me off". I did not need telling twice, I slobbered that tattooed poz dick like a man possessed, desperate to empty his balls of that precious toxic cum so I could taste it on my tongue. He was still in his shorts with his cock sticking out of the fly and all I knew was I was desperate to see him naked. To lick his ass, to savour his pits, to cover every inch of his tattooed toxic body with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, he lit a cigarette, left it dangling out of his mouth, clamped my head to the base of his cock, and shot. Deep in my mouth, I savoured every drop of that delicious poison, holding the taste on my tongue until I couldn't resist swallowing it any longer. He took his cock out of my mouth wiped it on my face, looked at me, spat on my fave and said "you'll never want neg cum again ". He banged on the door and shouted ready and off he went, to be replaced by a weasly looking guard, maybe 5'5, 140lbs, absolute rat. But I was the one whose face was coated either piss and cum residue. Immediately, he pulled his below average cock out, and pissed on me. Instinctively, I knew this was a test from Cobra cock, so I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth and let him piss all over me. In my mouth, in my hair, on my chest and cock, where he pissed I rubbed and swallowed, begging him for more piss. When he finished, he pulled some clippers from his bag. No more pretty boy hair for you fag, and started to shave all my luscious Tom Holland locks off until I'd reached a grade zero skinhead. When he finished, all I could say was "are you poz?", thumbs up, got me turning round and begging him to plant some more poz cum in me. When he'd done, he got a sharpie and wrote the letters WC on my chest and poz whore on my ass, attached a leash to my neck and led me to the recreation ground. Now, he said, let's see how you get on when you have to do a full day's work. TBC

Part 17: Fucking Peter (part 1) Dominic couldn’t believe what happened with Peter. “What is happening to the men at your church?” he asked. “There’s more sex going on there than at a bathhouse.” “I’ve never seen anyone cum that much,” I told him. “It was like one of your cum-filled water bottles.” “And he came three times in a row?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of hyperspermia, but I’ve never seen a guy with it. Videos online show guys cumming a ton, but I’ve always figured they filled their bladders with milk or something.” "Do guys do that?" "Imagine the infections." “This was all real,” I said. “He says he can cum five times in a row.” “Imagine how many guys he can convert in one night,” Dominic said. “I know that’s what you’re thinking,” I told him, “but remember, he wants a guy to fuck him, but not necessarily a poz guy.” “You said he seemed upset by the fact that he’s sterile. What better way to pass on your DNA than to do it by pozzing other guys?” “I know how that sounds to you, but I don’t think it’ll sound like that for him.” “Maybe not,” he said. “Still, I want to see him cum. Imagine how much cum I could collect.” “You’d need one of those giant water bottles. That, or you’d need to hover him over a bucket and milk him like a cow.” “We could get a milking pump,” Dominic said. “I’m not being serious.” “I’ve never met a poz man as vanilla as you,” he said. “I can’t believe he fucked a student.” “Not only that, but he’s a student from the church.” I saw Dominic’s eyes grow wide. “I could cum just hearing that.” “If you’re not pozzing Peter, then you’re definitely not pozzing Lewis.” “It’s been forever since I’ve fucked an eighteen-year-old.” “No,” I said. I knew that wouldn’t stop Dominic from trying. I had told him not to fuck Pastor Kline, and while Pastor Kline had made the first move, he still ended up in Dominic’s bed. I had a feeling that I’d be seeing Lewis Berg naked, feet above his head, asshole exposed and ready to be bred. On Sunday, Pastor Kline preached with a load of cum from Dominic and myself in his ass, a butt plug holding it inside him. During the service, I saw Peter standing with his wife, his eyes finding me and Dominic. He smiled and, when no one would see him, grabbed his own crotch and hugged his dick beneath. I smiled back. I lost track of Dominic and went searching for him, finding him down a hall talking to someone I couldn’t see. As I got closer, I stopped, seeing who it was that he was talking to. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, coming to Dominic’s side. Lewis Berg smiled. “Hey, Pastor Ryder. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. I looked at Dominic and gave him a look that said, “What the fuck are you doing.” “I was just meeting your friend,” Lewis said. “We were talking about basketball,” Dominic said. “I played when I was younger. Loved it.” “Basketball is great,” I said. “We should get a game thrown together,” Lewis said. “A few guys from the church. That could be fun.” “It would be fun,” Dominic said. “I’d love to get to know more of the men here.” “That would be fun,” I said. “Maybe sometime.” “It would have to be before I leave for college,” Lewis said. “Time is of the essence,” Dominic said, looking at me with a wide grin. “We’ll see,” I said. “Have a great Sunday, Lewis.” After Lewis left, I hit Dominic across the arm. “What the fuck?” he said. “I was just being friendly.” “No, you wanted to bend him over and fuck him.” “I can do both,” he said. My phone vibrated, showing a text from Peter. “I’m ready to meet up whenever you are. -Peter” I showed Dominic the message. “Sounds like we’ve got a hungry ass looking for cum.” “We can invite him over, but we can’t stealth him.” “Understood,” Dominic said. We messaged Peter to come over to Dominic’s apartment Monday evening, the excuse being him meeting up with some men from the church to watch a game. The game part was a lie, but he was technically meeting up with men from the church. There was just no way for Peter’s wife to know that he was expecting to be fucked in the ass and loaded up with cum. Pastor Kline showed up early so that he could talk over with us what we were thinking to say to Peter. “We aren’t going to lie to him,” I told Pastor Kline. “We’ll tell him that we’re poz, but that we don’t fuck with condoms.” “You fucked your brother with a condom,” Pastor Kline said. “But that’s because he’s my brother,” I said. “And look what happened there.” “I’m not poz yet, so I can have him fuck me,” Pastor Kline said. “But he wants to get fucked,” Dominic reminded him. “You don’t fuck with that tiny dick of yours.” “I still want his huge load in my ass.” By the time Peter arrived, we knew how we were going to speak to him, approaching the subject as delicately as we could. Being in a room with this many men, all wanting to fuck, was a new experience. We now had enough men to fuck in pairs, meaning everyone would be happy. If Peter agreed to get fucked, Dominic and I would be spent after fucking him and Pastor Kline. “I hear you’ve noticed me,” Dominic said to Peter, guiding him into the living room. His hand reached down and grabbed Peter’s ass. “I’m surprised you didn’t jump out at me instantly.” “You were too distracted by Pastor Ryder,” Peter said, looking back at me. “Too bad you didn’t get to me first.” “Too bad,” Dominic said. We sat down, Peter glancing around at us. “Why does this feel like a prayer meeting instead of a fuck session?” “There’s something we need to tell you first,” I started. “Before anything else happens.” “But something will happen, right?” Peter said. “That’s up to you,” Dominic said. “What do you mean?” “Remember when we talked about not wanting to wear condoms,” I began. “We said how there’s freedom in not wearing a condom, to feeling skin on skin.” “Yeah.” “Remember the freedom of not worrying about diseases. Once you have it, you don’t worry. You’re free.” “I remember,” he said. “I haven’t been able to forget. I went home and started looking up bareback gay porn all weekend. I’ve been reading a ton of stories. I almost got a boner when I saw you at church yesterday.” “There’s something you need to know about us,” I said. “Specifically Dominic and me.” “Me soon, I hope,” Pastor Kline said. “What is it?” Peter asked. “Do you know what being poz is?” Dominic asked. “Poz?” Peter said. “Like, being HIV+?” “Exactly.” “What about it?” We exchanged glances. “Dominic and I are poz,” I said. We waited to see a change in Peter’s expression, to watch him run out the door, but he stayed in his chair. “Did you hear what I just said?” I asked. “Yeah,” Peter said. “You’re poz.” “And Pastor Kline is a chaser,” Dominic said. “We’ve been fucking him full with our toxic cum for almost two weeks. He wants to be poz.” Peter looked at Pastor Kline. “You want to be poz?” “I do,” Pastor Kline said. “I think it’s hot as fuck.” Peter nodded. “So do I,” he said. We sat silently, staring at Peter as his words set in. “You what?” I asked. “I want you to poz me,” Peter said. “You do?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” he said. “That’s all I’ve been watching this weekend. Pozzing videos. Stealthing videos. I’ve been reading stories about men getting pozzed in porn stores and bathhouses. It’s hot. After you told me about finding freedom in getting a disease, I started to think that maybe you were poz. All I could think about was you pozzing me. I almost wanted you to do it without telling me.” “You wanted us to stealth you?” “Kind of.” “I stealthed Will,” Dominic said. “Really?” Peter said. “That’s hot.” “Alright,” I said. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.” “You thought I’d run out?” We nodded. “Fuck no,” he said. “I want you to fill me up and poz me. Imagine, with how much I can cum, how much toxic juice I’ll be able to spread.” “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” Dominic said, clapping his hands together, a huge smile on his face. “Fuck, you’re hot.” “Let’s get to it,” Peter said, standing up. “Where do we go? It’s time for my virgin ass to get torn open.” We went back to Dominic’s room and stripped down, seeing Peter fully naked for the first time. He was a fairly hairy man, much like myself, with a defined body. I could understand why Lewis Berg had easily accepted Peter’s advances. If I was a student, I’d want to have him fuck me too. Hell, I wanted him to fuck me regardless. “Those are hot tattoos,” Peter said, looking at Dominic and my biohazard tattoos. He placed his hand on my chest, feeling the tattoo over my heart. Then he ran his hand along Dominic’s tattoo, continuing down to his dick which he grabbed. “You’ve got a monster on you.” “Ten inches, baby.” Dominic said. “Fuck. I’ve only ever stuck a finger in my hole before. Will it hurt?” “Count on it,” Dominic said, winking. “I’ll be taking your ass first. I hear you like men like me.” “Fuck, yeah, I do. Take my hole.” “I will,” Dominic said. “I’ll be adding you to my tally count.” He ran his hand along the tally marks on his arm. “Fifty so far. I’m expecting you and Pastor Kline to make up fifty-one and fifty-two.” “What if Will pozzes me?” Peter asked. “It was my toxic seed that made Will who he is. Whatever men he converts I convert through him.” Peter climbed onto the bed along with Pastor Kline who was already on his back, his legs held back, revealing his hole. Having been fucked so much over the last few weeks, Pastor Kline’s hole was slightly red and puffy. He’d be converting soon. I lined my dick up with Pastor Kline’s hole and shoved myself inside, my eyes meeting Peter’s who was watching me with interest. He watched as I started pounding into Pastor Kline’s hole, my dick lined with streaks of blood already. “Are you ready for Dominic’s cock?” I asked Peter. “I am,” Peter said, grabbing his legs. “You ready to accept his toxic seed?” “I want it,” Peter moaned. I watched as his dick started to leak a copious amount of cum over his stomach. I imagined how much poz cum he would be able to make once he was converted. He’d be able to infect dozens of men if he wanted within such a short period of time. “Get ready for the night that’ll change your life,” Dominic said, pressing his dick’s head against Peter’s hole. “Do it,” Peter said, his grip on his legs tightening. “You want to bleed?” Peter nodded. “That a boy,” Dominic said. He spit a wad on his dick and shoved the tip of his cock inside Peter’s hole. “FUCK!” Peter screamed, his hands nearly losing their grip as his legs shook. I watched as Peter’s hole resisted Dominic’s forceful entry. “Let me in, baby,” Dominic called over Peter’s cries. “Push your hole out. Give me your ass.” Peter’s face was red, tears in his eyes. He nodded and, through his shaking, pushed his ass out toward Dominic’s dick. “That’s it,” Dominic said, his hands reaching out and holding Peter’s feet. “Keep going.” “I feel like I’m going to shit,” Peter groaned. “You do, and I’ll make you clean it up,” Dominic said, smiling. I kept fucking Pastor Kline as I watched Dominic’s dick enter further into Peter’s hole. Already I could see the damage being done to Peter. There was no doubt he would bleed. “You want this poz cock?” Dominic asked. Peter nodded, his lips held tight shut to stop himself from screaming as Dominic continued to force himself inside. He was halfway in, the hair around Peter’s hole clinging to the intruder. “That looks fucking hot,” I told Dominic. “I love feeling a virgin hole open,” Dominic said. “How many virgin holes have you had Peter? How many holes have you taken?” “Lewis’s hole,” Peter groaned, his chest heaving as Dominic forced more of himself into Peter’s waiting body. “My wife’s. Two girls in high school.” “So much for no sex before marriage,” Dominic said, smiling. “And sex outside of marriage.” “I’m fucking horny all the time,” Peter said. “I’m always wanting to fuck something.” “That’s good,” Dominic said. “We’ll be using that to our advantage. Once you’re poz, you’ll be fucking as many men as possible, knocking them up. With all the cum you make, you’ll be able to get through an entire group in no time. I can’t wait to take you to a bathhouse.” I could feel my orgasm approaching, Pastor Kline’s hole gripping my dick, begging for my cum. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, a long groan escaping his mouth. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hands gripping his legs. His dick, which was hardly hard, leaked out cum which ran down his stomach and onto the bed. I leaned forward and scooped up Pastor Kline’s cum. “Peter, eat this,” I said, holding my hand out over his face. Peter opened his mouth and I tilted my hand, dripping Pastor Kline’s cum into his mouth. Pastor Kline watched as his seed dripped over Peter’s tongue. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. He released one of his legs and reached over to Peter’s face, pulling it in his direction. Dominic and I continued to fuck them both as they started kissing, swapping Pastor Kline’s cum. By the time they separated, both had cum running down their cheeks, smiles lighting up their faces. This pushed me over the edge. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, grabbing Pastor Kline’s legs and slamming myself into his ass. I did my best to burry myself deep as I started shooting. My body shook with each burst, the sight of Peter and Pastor Kline making out as Dominic plowed Peter’s ass sending me into another world. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter in the next part too.

I've been chatting to a guy for a while and he told me he like breeding young twink he is 53. After we chatted he told me that he has 2 stad but he doesn't know if he is poz or not. I went to his place a few days ago and he was very rough and fucked me raw and came a huge load in me. This morning my hole has been very very itchy. I texted him about it and he said good boy that is gono. I felt turned on but scared. Should I meet him again? Who had gono before?

Wishing I was Nico when I was 18. Going to my high school graduation with my Hot BF and my butt full of his hot cum

Flexbtm, nothing very special. After my nephew's wedding, his brother has rented a suite in the hotel to continue the party after the reception. So friends of the groom and bride were invited (among them the bestman) and some cool family members (me). Very late in the night we were all wasted and stoned for many, and sexual tension was growing. Some were sleeping too wasted...among them the bestman. Those of us awake started to dare the others to fuck those sleeping...the bestman was fucked by at least 4 guys. Nobody knew my status so i kept it for myself and added my toxic cum in the bestman' sloppy hole. None of the 4 asked questions about status nor used condoms...all went bareback. I was told he got sick few weeks after the weeding ....hope he was converting.

The answer to #3 is easy. Lots and lots of cum.