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INTRO ~ One week to Halloween. Hey guys, my name is Matthew, I am 22 years old, I will be 23 years old in five and a half weeks on the 1st of December. I have been sexually active now for about 18 months. In all that time I have been an exclusive bottom, NEVER used condoms, and been on PrEP. My sex drive is just ridiculous and my love for cum is even crazier, so I found myself getting fucked and loaded several times a week, each and every week. These were mainly gym fucks from so called straight men (well, they wore the wedding band as they dumped their load in me), sometimes at the sauna, and the odd breeding from an app. Before I became sexually active I fantasized big time about getting knocked up with the gift for which I ended up having intensive sexual health counselling for, and voila, here I am on PrEP. I buried that ''fantasy'', much to my delusion. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was casually surfing through BBRT when a hot and horny profile caught my eye. It belonged to a 66 year old daddy, perfect for me as I like them older, but what really punched me in my inner conscious gut was the fact that he was poz, and not just that, he was very much detectable, declaring his viral load at 4 Million and 371k. FUCK!! All that sexual health counselling unravelled, leaving me back to where I had started - Fantasizing about getting knocked up. There is of course a very fine line between fantasy and reality. Would I cross it?

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

It's Halloween and I just turned 21 so I decided to celebrate by going to my first bar tonight. I have always been a good boy getting straight A's in school doing well physically going to the gym everyday so it helped to have a nice toned body that got me a lot of attention but I never acted on it. At 21 I was your typical blond hair blue eyed surfer type even though I never set foot on a board before. I spent all my time in the gym to get a tight body with a six pack and tight toned arms to go with it. All this went well with my dick and ass. I had a good 7 inches 9 when fully hard and with all the squats I do I have a well rounded bubble but that a lot I liked because I would see others checking it out when I walk by. Living in Ybor I had seen and heard of many places that cater to the gay crowed as well as the straight crowed and I never really defined myself as straight or gay because at 21 I am still a virgin and have only had experience with my hand. I have checked out both men and women that go to the gym I go to and thought both genders we attractive but can't decide which I like. I decided tonight was my night to find out. I picked out a costume and decided to go as zorro so I would have a mask on and no one would recognize me if I went to anyplace that my friends would go and be anonymous. I wasn't going to wear the shirt because I wanted to show off my body and underneath the pants I wore a kinky jockstrap that I found online with no front either. It was around 8pm and I decided it was time to head out for the night so I ordered an uber to take me to downtown Ybor where I could start my night. I picked the first bar at random and it was packed. There were all manner of people in costumes ranging from nice to very naughty and I was a bit scared. I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink. The bartender was an attractive man around my age with next to nothing on. I could see a pair of gold shorts on and a bowtie around his neck and nothing else. Seeing his body made me blush because it was much beefier than my own and it was shining from the lights and the body glitter he had all over himself. He smiled at me and chatted with me asking if it was my first time here and I nodded unable to use my words. He just chuckled and handed me a drink saying it was on the house. I thanked him and took a sip and he just winked at me and said he would hope to see me again tonight and went back to serving drinks to others. I turned around and leaned against the bar watching everyone dance, make out or bump and grind against each other. It dawned on me that my first choice of club was a gay club and I felt really comfortable and not at all shocked that some of the guys there had their cocks on the outside of their costumes and getting rubbed in public or the ocassianl fingers sliding in an exposed ass. I actually could feel myself getting hard in my jock. A few noticed as they walked by and more than a few slid their hands on it as they went by me and it felt great. I drank the rest of my drink and I flagged the hunky bartender down and asked for another. He smiled and said it looked like I was having a good time and nodded at the hard on I was sporting in my costume. I blushed again and nodded to him. He handed me another drink and said again it was on him and that any other drinks were on him for as long as I was there and if I wanted to keep the party going to be around when he got off shift and he would take me to where the real party would be. I told him sure and thanked him for the drink and took it with me as I went exploring through the club. I saw more and more acts of pleasure walking deeper and deeper in. I saw a wizard sucking an alien, a pirate rimming a doctor and a superman even fucking a batman and I was getting more and more turned on. All while walking through all of this I was being groped and I was completely at ease with it especially when I felt someone sliding their hands down my costume and playing with my hole. Their fingers were wet and it felt amazing making me groan a bit when they slid a finger in my hole. It hurt some since I never had anything in there before in my life but it soon became warm and pleasurable. I looked back and saw it was someone dressed as Captain America but instead of his costume he was completely naked and had his body painted as his suit. He looked amazingly toned like me standing about six feet tall and he had a huge hardon which looked about 10 inches long and as thick as a beer can. He smiled at me and added a second finger in stretching me open and I leaned back into him, lowering my pants and giving him more access to my ass. He licked my neck as he pushed more into me and whispered in my ear asking if I was having fun tonight. I yelped a yes as I felt his nails scrape me a bit and I said it hurt some. He apologized and slid his fingers out making me feel empty. I told him it was ok and asked him not to stop because it felt so good. He smiled at me and leaned down and kissed me which surprised me. His lips felt so soft and warm and his tongue made its way into my mouth. I mimicked what he was doing since this was the first time I kissed anyone let alone another guy. It felt so nice and right I was in total bliss. I didn't notice him slicking up his cock until he was sliding it up and down my crack pausing momentarily at my hole and applying slight pressure on it. I couldn't believe that my first time was about to be in this public club in front of all these people and the fact of it all was that this hunk was about to fuck me bare. I learned all about safe sex in school and what could happen not using a condom and what you could get. I was fearful for a moment and I think he could sense that from me. He paused for a moment and reached down for his shield that he set against the wall and I was relieved a bit thinking he was getting a condom that he set with it. He brought his arms around me and had an open little brown bottle that he brought up to my face. He opened it and held one side of my nose closed and held the bottle to the other side and told me to breath as deeply as I could and hold it. Needless to say I did so without second guessing and held my breath until he told me to let go and repeated the same with the other side. My head was swimming and my body heated up and all I could think of was getting this man's cock buried into my hole and with that thought I grabbed his cock and lined it with my hole and started to push back onto it not thinking again if it was wrapped or not. He knew what he did worked as he grabbed onto my shoulders and slowly start to ease into me letting my hole get used to him more and more until he was fully in. He reached up with the bottle again and I repeated what happened again feeling looser than when we first started and it took any discomfort that was there from this enormous cock away leaving me with nothing but pleasure. He slid out of me almost all the way and then went down to the Hilt again and again causing more moans out of me. We drew a crowd of other men watching us and the all were stroking their cocks enjoying the show before them. I was in pure lust mode and started to beg for the captions dick more and more. A cock presented itself to my face and I started to lick and suck it learning as I went on what seemed to feel great from the moans I heard and the more this man shoved in my throat. I shocked myself finding out that this man's dick went all the way down my throat with ease and my nose was buried into his pubes and this excited him and myself even more. I could feel his cock get harder after more and more he fucked my throat and I knew he was close to cumming and I debated whether I would pull off or not but the answer was given to me when he grabbed me by the back of the head and held me in place as he unloaded his cum right down my throat. I could feel the man that was fucking me start to get harder as well and for a moment I broke out of my trance and reached back to feel his cock and see if he had a condom on but when I felt it I didn't feel anything wrapping it which made me start to panic. I tried to pull away but the crowd was too dense. I couldn't and he sensed that and held my body and gave one final thrust and came so hard in my ass. His orgasm sent me over and I came at the same time as he did and it felt like it was the most powerful orgasam I ever had jerking off. I didn't even realize that my pants were pulled down and there was a guy with a cup collecting my cum in it. I was curious as to why they did that and the guy who collected it kissed me and told me I would find out soon enough. Captain america pulled out with a pop and he was soon replaced with another who was just as big as he was. He took no time in burying his cock into my ass to the hilt and just as the previous he pounded my hole with speed and again as before I reached back and felt no condom on him either. He also held up that brown bottle and as before my head was swimming causing me not to care about him with no condom. It didn't take this newcomer long before I felt him swell and add another load to the second. He held me hard and brought me in for a deep kiss and asked me if I was having a good time still. It took me a second but I recognized the voice and looked back. It was the bartender from earlier. I smiled up at him and said yes my first time has been amazing. He looked shocked and I said to him that this was my first time in a gay club as well as my first time having sex at all. Well shit he said your first time and you go to Ybors gay poz club? I looked at him shocked, not understanding what he was saying. He picked me up like I was nothing and carried me into a quiet place and explained that this club was a place meant for guys who were HIV positive and I already took two of the most viral guys here. I was so shocked, scared and for some reason extremely turned on. I never even thought of this before but now that it is happening my brain is telling me that this is what was meant to happen to me. I smiled and grabbed him and kissed him deeply and got to my knees and sucked a poz load out of this man and said to him let's go back out so all the tricks can have this treat. The End

Chapter One: Halloween ~ Gym Fun Before I knew it my dick became hard, my cunt twitched, and I wanked over his pics for a good few hours with all kinds of depraved fantasy filth going through my mind until I shot a big medicated neg load. Including today this would be my wank routine for the 7 days. Although on the second day of these 7 days I subCONSCIOUSLY stopped taking my PrEP and adjusted my profile regarding this accordingly. None of this p☢️z bull's pics showed his face or nude body pics; They were all faceless and body dressed in full Leather gear, with some images of his beautiful t☣️xic serpent-Dick 🐍. Some pics of his Dick showed it in soft mode, others he had a full on erection, showing off his 12* in length and 5" in girth monster. When fully erect it pointed directly upwards which showed off the tatted serpent that wrapped around his shaft from the base all the way to the tip where the serpent's tongue slithered out. On the eighth day I opened his profile again, and started wanking off, [banned word] at his pics, when suddenly a message from this stud-bull came through. He had also been looking at my profile (with face, body and ass pics) every day but had his tracking hidden so I didn't know he had been keeping a close eye on me. The subJECT to his message was; ''Oi, fAGGOT.'' I let go of my dick as my cunt twitched to reading his stern opening line. I opened his message, it read as follows; Listen up pig, either we fuck, or I block you. What is it to be? If we are to fuck, you will give me your number, NOW! Instead of logging out or closing the tab I flipped my laptop shut. I stood bolt upright, and paced around my home. Here I was having in the 2 years that I had been on PrEP 💊 not taken it now for 7 days, and being proP☣️Zitioned by a high viral old top. He had pushed my most inner button, and now I found myself wondering if I should switch that inner button back off as the counselling had taught me, or just let go. I had to forget about this for a while, so I jumped in the shower, washed, and douched (in case I got lucky), and headed off to the gym. I usually worked out two hours a day Monday to Saturday, working out my lower body 4 times a week and my upper body twice a week. Needless to say the best part to my young body was my high round tight ass. I was naturally only slightly hairy, but what hair I did have I like to shave off, all over, pubic hair too. The only hair on my body was my hair which was a few inches long which I groomed into a messy spikey style. Familiar faces at the gym were surprised to see me there on a Sunday, and they included a 47 year old fellow gay, and a 54 year old hairy rugby build married guy. This extra day at the gym I decided to work out my ass again, so for the fifth time this week. I worked out a little longer than usual so to time it that I went to the showers the same time as my married hairy rugby stud. He finished working out, and off he went, and I followed. He stripped naked, locked his belongings in the locker, threw his towel over his broad muscular shoulder, and headed off to the shower cubicles. He was one of these men that was not discreet when in the changing room and just let himself be naked as much as he could, and why not, what a fine specimen he was. He went into his shower cubicle, purposefully leaving the cubicle door open, hit the shower on and faced outwards as the hot water sprayed all over his solid rugby build, his wet chest hair now clinging to his well built pecs. He rubbed himself all over, and stroked his Dick until he was fully erect, because he just KNEW I would be sniffing about 😉 He looked out of his shower cubicle and sure enough there I stood, watching him. He smirked, motioned me in where the usual happened. The cubicle door would shut, I would be pushed under the shower with my hands pressed against the shower tiles, my body bent over and my rugby stud just sliding in, no lube, no foreplay, just a no holes barred RAW fuck. A few minutes of rutting and he nutted in my guts. 💦 💦💦 Once spent he withdrew, and motioned me towards the cubicle door where he made me kneel down facing him where I was made to lick his Dick clean. Once done I left his shower area with his seed in my ass. My 47 year old fellow gay was standing outside his shower cubicle, towel wrapped around his waist. As he went to go into his cubicle he motioned me to follow. Once both inside he removed his towel, got me to kneel in front of him, then he done something he had not done before. He put his flaccid Dick into my mouth and just held it there, and then, he started pissing into my mouth. We had only fucked until now. I was taken by surprise and I instinctively started gulping down his warm golden juice. With a stomach full of piss I got to sucking him from flaccid to his state of being fully erect, and that did not take long. And now he needed to unload. He pulled me to my feet, switched the shower on and just like with my hairy rugby bull my hands pressed against the warm wet tiles as Dick number two of the day entered me, no lube, just shoved in, not that any lube was needed as I already had a load nutted into my ass. A few quick minutes of fast hard fucking and a second load was being sprayed into my greedy guts. My second gym buddy withdrew, and again like my rugby hunk made me kneel in front of him to clean him up. I went home and now felt hornier than ever, so I flipped my laptop back open and logged back in. There was another message from the intoxicating t☣️xic bull, what did it say I thought, trembling now with anticipation. I opened it; - And now you go silent. You have until midnight to reply, or I am blocking you. He had no intention of blocking me really, he was just having fun luring me into his t☣️xic lair! 😈 I hurriedly typed out a message; - Sorry Sir, I went to the gym. My number is ... I wrote out my number, then hit ''send''. What the fuck have I done?

For me book stores edge out bath houses. In bath houses I seem to get fucked a lot but men hold off on breeding. In book stores there are a lot more Hetero men that need to breed. In my experience there is nothing hotter than looking into a daddies eyes as he is feeding you his cock knowing he has chosen you to breed today. I love it service men that need to use you as a pussy for the day.

I voted for a darkroom, because a bottom that may still be wrestling with devoting himself to cumdumpery may find it easier to jettison his fears in the dark, without the ephemera of onlookers, visual distractions allowing his mind to wander. In the darkness of a room dedicated to men Breeding men, with only the sounds of groans of pleasure, piston-like Cocks about to shoot, whispers of men about to Breed each other, the bottom's focus can be better aimed at becoming one part of the whole - a cog in the wheel of relentlessly Breeding men. I think that well-seasoned barebackers like to Breed where other men can watch, appreciate, get into the Lust being acted out in front of their eyes. There doesn't need to be bright light, dimly lit areas are fine, and the more men that watch other men fucking each other, the harder their Cocks will get to join in. The whispers of the darkroom become the more blunt statements of cumdumpery - from both the T and the b - when other like-minded men have gathered to share raw sex. There's nothing at all wrong with Breeding each other in bright daylight, of course - but I can understand how some guys might think that a bridge too far ..... at least for the time being. Each - the darkrooms, and the somewhat illuminated backrooms - have their usefulness.

Holy fuck this event never ceases to amaze me (same for Pig Week in FTL). I leave Palm Springs today after 5 full days of heavy sexual use between one-on-one play, a CumUnion sex party at my resort, three daytime sex parties (between CCBC and Canyon Club) and random play in the resort's Maze at night when I wasn't being groped or filled by a guy or four at the Toolshed. All in all I scored 82 partners that fisted or fucked my ass (six of them I actually topped as they were loose enough to take my fat penis). My ass is blissfully wrecked and definitely warmed up for the 10 day sexual Olympics that Pig Week is every year, coming up in 25 days. The whole event capped off with an outdoor Halloween block party Sunday night in the gay club area of town (Arenas street) that was followed by a guy at my resort fisting me and shoving my pony sized horse toy full in me while he held it in and masturbated my horny penis and I writhed in animal ecstasy (a description that pretty much describes my entire visit), whether in my pup gear or out of it.

Part 5 - Taking more John was talking to Kem as he was still embedded in my ass and I was blissing out on the feeling of being full of him. Kem laughed at something John said and it broke me out of my reverie “Ok boy, back to earth - you’re needed inside” John said tweaking my left nipple. I don’t even remember how long I was rooted to Kem I was in such heaven. Kem pulled his entire cock out of me in one thorough motion, and turned my body around to pull me into a deep kiss. John crushed me from behind, nibbling on my neck and sawing his own thick cock between my cheeks. Kem pulls my head away from his and clasps it in two hands asking how I’m feeling, staring into my eyes - I tell him I feel great and ask if John is going to fuck me. John smiles as he gyrates his cock between my ass and says “soon, but you’ve got a few dates before me” and chuckles turning me away from Kem and locking his lips to mine. “He needs Zeke and then he’s good to go” Kem says, as his finger finds its way into my closing hole and starts a gentle fuck rhythm to keep me open. I moan loudly into John’s mouth who breaks his kiss, brushes my curls, looks at me again, and replies over my shoulder: “Yeah, I’ll get him” I felt John disengage as Kem gently shoved my body forward to the edge of the hot tub keeping a steady finger fuck going. He frequently changed the angle of his digit which occasionally felt rough on my hole until I realised that’s what he wanted. A few minutes passed and I felt John return with someone else. “Fucking nice” the new voice greeted, “he good to go?” “Almost, he’s seeded but needs Zeke” Kem replied. Kem roughly removes his finger from my ass and thrusts me around and into the waiting arms of the sexy little bear from earlier who grabs me in a hug and bends me to meet him in a kiss. Kem licks his own finger clean as the bear breaks our kiss and takes my hand pulling me back towards the house. My legs are a little shaky but I wobble behind him. As John and Kem watch me leave I hear Kem call after us “have fun” and John reply with “see you soon boy”. The bear takes me back through the garden and into the house - the cool Autumn air makes my skin feel amazing, but it’s short lived as I’m pulled back into the music-filled kitchen. Some of the guys I met earlier are there, most are shirtless and vibing, and I swear there are a few others I hadn’t met, but the little bear marches me through them and into the front of the house and up the stairs to the first-floor living room. The blinds are shut, there’s a singular lamp splaying a dim light over a plump couch, and the same music from the kitchen playing from wireless speakers. We were greeted by the 2 other guys who had arrived first - the spartan looking bear, the skinny guy - and the hot little twink who was on his knees servicing their dicks. Even though the music was thumping I could still hear each man moaning as he was being serviced. The little bear twirls me into the room before him, my ass-first and declares that the main event has arrived, kisses me and walks me backwards into the other men. We’re followed in by two more guys, one was Guy and the other I couldn’t remember if I’d met. Remaining clothes came off in seconds, shirts and pants flung into a corner as I was surrounded by naked, pawing men. The bear would not release me or my lips and eventually I felt hands grab us both to separate us. He growled at the intrusion, and gently bit my lip as we were forcibly separated, and prised apart. Almost instantly his place was taken by the twink whose movements were slow but purposeful. The light made him look like a flawless sculpture and I was incredibly turned on looking at him. The other guys formed a semi-circle around us, as the twink gently moved me over to the couch, and forced me to kneel on the soft fabric so my head was facing away from the men. I hear some appreciative grunts as they survey their prize. He then moves my legs slightly to depress my ass and help it stick out which elicits a trill of further groans from the men. Happy that I’m perfectly positioned he comes around to the back of the sofa, grabs something from a nearby shelf, and kneels to face me as I feel the hands of the men behind me grope my ass and cage. The twink pulls my chin up as I’m melting into the experiences of being man-handled, - felt up by what feels like 100s of hands - and forces my head to meet his in a deep kiss - I feel another bomb pass from his tongue into mine as he pinches my nose shut and tells me to swallow. Behind me, I feel a cock lined up at my hole, a hawk of spit, and the beginning of pressure against my sphincter. I gulp the bomb down as the twink smiles laconically at me. As my ass parts, again without lube, I feel that same momentary flash of pain as a new dick pushes at my defenceless hole. The twink releases me, strokes my cheek turns to the men behind me and says something like ‘call me if he’s any trouble’ and vanishes from view as my ass swallows about 5 inches of perfect cock. We all let out a combined groan as the top tells someone to get a cock in my throat while continuing his path up my ass. Another two inches sink into me as the super skinny guy appears in front of me, his dick is rock hard like Kem’s but longer and thinner, at the top is a chunky Prince Albert. I gaze up at him as my top bottoms out in my ass - impaled on 8 inches I feel a gentle, perfect - almost electric - warmth radiate from within me as skinny guy pushes into my mouth. As the two cocks burrowed into me I swear I felt every perfect ridge and vein as their dicks pulsed with life-giving force. I hear the top say he found some of Kem’s load as skinny guy pulls my mouth further onto his pierced dick growling to be careful as men appear on either side of me, stroking their dicks. A bottle of poppers appears next to my nose as the skinny guy is trying to force his snake of a dick down my throat. “Fucking do hits son” the man next to me says “breathe poppers” the bottle stays next to my nose and I can’t move away as hands are on my head and my mouth is stretched around skinny guy’s dick. I groan as wave after wave of fumes hit me hard - the top in my ass announces how much more open I am as the bottle vanishes and my top puts both hands on the back of my head and pushes me forward gulping down cock as glorious wave after glorious wave of popper-fuelled desire washes over me. It’s not just the poppers, the guy in my ass is pushing in every direction until he found my prostate. It’s never been massively sensitive for me (or at least maybe guys haven’t hit it right) but he pushes against it as 9 inches of pierced cock slides finally down my throat. The pleasure from the poppers, and the pleasure from my ass meet somewhere in my lower back - I know that sounds weird, but it’s like a massive pressure is released and every knot of muscle on my body unravels. I hear the guy behind me say something and the guys next to me whoop. One of them leans in and says “we got you now boy” and licked my face as the final inch of skinny guys cock vanished down my throat. I feel his piercing graze my oral canal as my top aims another salvo of thrusts directly at my prostate. I see stars and my body explodes in sweat. The music goes up again as every pore on my body drips. “Look at him” someone says “beautiful” Skinny guy pulls out of my throat, dragging his PA along my sore grazed canal. I coughed up phlegm and swallowed it back down. Another spike of electricity rolls through my sweating body, as every fibre in my being starts pulsating energy - my top starts swearing loudly. A series of ‘fuck yous’, and ‘fucks’ as it’s clear he’s no longer in control of his own thrusts, he announces his orgasm with a roar, pulling half way out to coat the length of my anus, and then sliding it back to the hilt to deposit what spurts he had left. I want to turn around as he breeds me, to say thank you, but skinny guy is holding my head on his shaft and feeding me his own pre-cum. “Fucking Christ” my top says. And slaps both of my ass cheeks. Load count : II I know I’m flying at this point and I haven’t stopped sweating. I can feel pools on my lower back, and rivulets trickle down my legs and crack. The top pulls out, and skinny guy quickly moves to my ass. I’m suddenly face to face with the little bear who brought me up from the cabin, his cock glistening in front of me. He gently hooks my head in one hand and guides me to his dick, slowly and inexorably his still warm cock fills my mouth and I taste the glorious salinity of cum, and the flavour of my ass-warmth - the indescribable taste of being in heat. I suck his cock like it’s the last one I’ll ever get. I can’t hear what people are are saying, just the noise of their voices and filthy encouragements over the glorious EDM bass. A song I like comes on, or a remix of it, and my body responds - gyrating in my prone position, a cock lodged in my mouth but not in my guts. Skinny guy is tall enough that from his position behind my ass he can lean in to my cock skewered face and gently encourage me. He whispers in my ear: “You ever had a pierced cock before?” I nod as much as I can, and he licks my face (maybe he was the guy licking my face earlier - the thought somehow connects me to a new height of sexual awareness, a past, present, and future full of guys that want to fuck and seed me). “Not his first” skinny guy laughs standing back up “Not his last” Another says as skinny guy rests his PA on my ass. “Push out” he manages to whisper over the din of my racing mind - I comply and I feel a rivulet of cum leave me. “Uh uh” skinny guy says “not that much” and very quickly parts my ass lips with his PA and thrusts home. “Take the cum he lost and feed it to him” the bear in my mouth says as I moan deeply at the penetration. The bears’ softening cock extricates itself from my jealous mouth and is instantly replaced with two rough fingers coated in silken semen. The taste is glorious! The sensation of having cum in my mouth overwhelms the sensations I’m feeling as skinny guy finds a curve in my ass and forces it out of his way. The guy pushing his fingers into me, pulls them out, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue into my face. I close my eyes as he swirls cum soaked saliva around our mouths. Someone grabs my cage and I break the kiss as a shock of pain travels the length of my body and I feel my ass clamp down. “OMG was that from the cum?!” skinny guy says as he holds himself suddenly still. I hear a chuckle next to me, and another grab of my cage and another desperate, painful pulse of my ass. “Oh god stop” skinny guy says as whoever grabs my cage does it almost on repeat - willing my ass to respond. Pulsing around the invader in my anus. “God fucking damn” skinny guy nearly shouts as he grips my hips hard and shakes. He swears loudly again as he orgasms past the curve in my guts he’d found and defiled. The guy who had been kissing me appears in front of my face smirking evily at the same time the grip on my cage loosened. “You’re not my first caged fuck toy” he whispers in a thick Australian accent. “Enough with preschool” he said so no one else could hear. “I want to see you get fucked” He kissed me passionately as skinny guy flooded me. Load count : III Skinny guy rests his fists on the small of my back and uses them as leverage to pull his whole cock from me in one swift, slick motion. “Goddam, god fucking damn. Milked me dry” he said almost aggressively, as he grabbed me round my waist and hoisted me up so I was kneeling on the couch. He spun me around to face the room, the moist fabric of the couch causing me to sink a little deeper into the cushion. I tried to reach down to feel my hole but my hands were quickly stopped and pinned behind my back as skinny guy caressed my neck and told me to suck him clean. Satisfied, Guy appeared next to him, hauled me up, and flung me down on the couch so my ass hung over the ledge. “Who’s next?” He laughed “Hold his fucking legs” he said to the men and I couldn’t see who, but my legs were grabbed and extended outwards to expose me fully to Guy. As a runner I’m not very flexible and they stretched my legs so far it was painful. I slipped further down the couch to find a more comfortable position only to hear Guy explain ‘perfect’. Spartan bear appeared in front of me. He was gloriously hairy, a pelt of deep black fur from his chest to his groin. His cock was thick, and sprouted at a wonderful curve from his thick set legs. He stroked his beard with one hand, his other firmly jerking his dick. “You like what you see?” He said, advancing on my exposed hole with the look of a predator in his eyes. “Popper him up - fuck that cage makes you look so perfect boy” he spoke as he bent a little to push his cock to my hole. Guy was at my head, two other guys holding my legs to stretching point, and the little bear from earlier sat opposite stroking his half-tumescent cock. The spartan pawed a bottle of poppers and unscrewed the cap. “Breathe deep baby, i want you flying when I fuck you” he held the bottle under each nostril a few times before Guy said ‘he’s cooked, pierce him already” Spartan chuckled, put one hand next to my head, and with his other manoeuvred his cock to kiss my hole. I felt a glob of pre-cum connect us and, I swear in that brief moment I felt his heartbeat pass into my body - a shiver of a motion that bonded us together even before he seeded me. At that moment in time, experiencing the sensation of having my physical limits being literally stretched I looked at Spartan as though he was a first-lover, someone who made me feel safe and wonderfully alive. The fumes from the poppers pushed my mind into a fantasy of him owning me forever and I think he noticed. “Goddam” he said gazing into my eyes as he cock pushed to part my ass. “Fuck me daddy” I hear myself say Involuntarily and sense a definite mood change in the room - as though something has happened that the men had been waiting for. The guys holding my legs let them relax a little as Spartan’s 4th or 5th shove parts the lips to my ass and his thick, dense head slides into my hole. I hear someone say Zeke’s name again and I see the back of the little bear leave the room over the frame of Spartan as he lets gravity do the work for him and sink into my body. I reach up to stroke his magnificent fur and I feel the electricity of the moment in the denseness of his hair. As I gaze into his brown eyes he smiles at me and I realise that this is the first load I’ve taken that night where I can see the guy fucking me. “Feels good, doesn’t it” he whispers, licking my mouth and connecting his lips to mine. “Please, cum in me” I whisper through the kisses. Spartan chuckles again and I hear Guy say something behind my head and the other guys laugh. My legs are released and they instinctively wrap around spartan pulling him ever deeper into my self. He finds the curve that skinny guy found, he’s not long enough to pass it but the curve of his cock keeps massaging it, and the sensation makes my body shiver. I know it’s not pleasure, it’s sensation - something between pain and satisfaction - in the moment the difference is exquisite and I allow my mind to explore it infinitely. I feel Spartan grab my cage and the usual response in my ass is delayed and much less powerful. “He’s loose” Spartan announces and I hear Guy say ‘oh yeah?’ and I feel his hand, or I assume his hand, grab my cage, twist and pull. I yell in exquisite sensation as another hand covers my mouth. My ass spasms wildly and Spartan yells “holy fucking God” “Loose eh?” I hear Guy laugh as he releases my cage and the hand covering my mouth vanishes. I feel a tear roll down my cheek from the pain as Spartan stops pumping to kiss me deeply, a gentle shudder passing through his body communicates his intense happiness at what he felt. His hot breath filling my lungs and his perfect fur rubbing against my hairless pecs and abs. “How you feeling boy” a familiar voice says over the intense kissing. Spartan breaks away but continues plunging into my hole. Peering over my head I see John looking back at me and smiling. “He behaving?” he asks and Guy responds, “He’s been a very good boy haven’t you son” Before I can respond Spartan angles his next shove against the curve in my ass and I yelp “fuck daddy” “See” Guy says and John chuckles. “Ok, do it” John says happily and he leans into me and kisses me. “So proud of you boy - how many loads have you got” “3” I say triumphantly “Wrong” Spartan says through tense, gritted teeth as he pulls me sharply into his crotch, stares intently into my eyes and cums. As he locks eyes with me I feel it - honestly, feel it - the passing of his essence into me, his gene code - rivers of thick, perfect cum. I feel his dense cock head flare deep inside my bowels as his piss-head pumps and pumps streams of his semen laced cum into my willing receptacle of an ass. He maintains eye contact as he rides his orgasm in my anus, and says: “5” and smiles wickedly Load count : V

*****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 ***

*****6***** I had been there for four or five days, I was starting to lose track of time already, when one evening 3 told me The Master wanted us in his bed chamber. We were to make sure were shaved or smooth and clean. My hole felt significantly better today and was ready to be used again. I felt exited and hoped I would be able to please him. I was still very smooth from being waxed, but 3 said he would need to shave and need some help to prepare himself. He had a nice slime body and like most of us, was very fair. It seemed the master preferred our type. 3 was able to shave his head, arm pits, the little hair he had on his chest and his legs, but I helped him with his buttocks and his hole. As I applied the clear shave gel to the area around his anus and the flesh between it and his scrotum I noticed that his hole gapped slightly. I could see up inside him quite easily. I mentioned this and he said it was like that permanently. He said he thought The Master had destroyed his sphincter with his incessant fucking but, he didn't mind as long as The Master fucked him regularly and he has pleassd him. As I carefully shaved around his hole and between his legs 3 told me that for the first time in his life he had a purpose for living. To serve and make The Master happy was all he wanted and doing so as best he could made him happy. He asked if I would shave his scrotum as he always missed bits. I applied the shaving gel and shaved him as I shaved myself. First lifting his balls upwards and keeping the sack skin taught and shaving the underneath then pulling one side then the other to get the bulk of the job done. I was very careful not to cut his sack. He then finished himself off, shaving his cut cock. I always found it easier to shave my own cock when I was fully hard and the very act of shaving myself always had that effect. Once happy with his preparations we both took showers, dried ourselves properly and dressed in clean gowns and made our way up The Masters bed chamber. 3 knocked on the door and we heard the command "Come" 3 opened the door and we entered. I closed the door behind us. The Master was again at his desk, working on a laptop. He told us to strip and wait. We did as we were told. My cock had started to get hard at the anticipation of sex. 3 looked over in alarm and shook his head. I'd been told the any sign of arousal, pleasure or enjoyment was not approved of. I tried to calm myself but, the more I tried the harder I got until my six inch cock stood proud. Luckily The Master was still concentrating on the laptop and facing in the opposite direction. I looked at 3 and gave him look that said "what the fuck can I do? He just raised his eyebrows and shook his head. I actually had a dribble of precum forming and short hanging string now. The Master closed his laptop, stood and turned. He noticed my predicament and frowned but looked amused at the same time. He walked past and behind us. I could hear him picking something up then there was silence. Suddenly I heard a swooshing sound and felt a really painful sting on my arse. "Lose that boy, or you'll lose it permanently" unfortunately the whip on my arse had the reverse effect and I was now stiffer than ever. This time the whip made contact with the end of my hard on. The pain was unbearable and tears ran down my face and the sting spread up the length of my now diminishing erection. I looked down and a welt had begun to appear. The Master dropped his gown and stood in front of us. His cock was hard. He looked down at it then at mine, which was now flaccid, then directly into my eyes. "There's only one cock that's going to be satisfied tonight and it's not yours. I'm going to have to fix you before our next party" I shuddered as to what he might do me. He pushed 3 onto the bed on his back. Instinctively 3 opened his legs. The Master applied lube his hole and to his own cock before unceremoniously ramming it into 3's hole. I still stood watching. The Masters balls were banging against 3's hole. He fucked him for what must have been ten minutes before pulling out and turning him over onto his stomach. The Master turned and said "Clean it" I took his cock in my mouth and greedily sucked him. I could taste and smell his cock, precum and the scent of 3's arse. "Enough" He said and pulled out of my mouth and straight into 3's arse hole. 3 hadn't made a sound since he'd started to be fucked. The Master really fucked him hard. His enormous balls were smashing against 3's own and he must have been in pain but still made no sound. After what seemed like ages The Master made a loud grunting sound forcing himself hard into 3. I could actually see his cock muscles pumping his load into 3. He rested on him for a minute or so then extracted himself. As he did so, a huge wad of his cum was sucked out of 3's hole. It formed a jelly like pool on the bed between 3's legs. The Master looked at me and said "Clean my cock, then his arse and my bed" I hesitated for a second then, again, took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him thoroughly, even licking his sperm from his mass of pubic hair. When he was satisfied he said "Enough, now clean up that mess" He said pointing towards 3's arse. I started on 3's gapping arse hole, slotting my tongue as deeply as I could inside and sealing my mouth around the hole and sucking in The Masters cum. Then between his cheeks and then the bed. I know I wasn't supposed to be enjoying iit but it was wonderful. The taste and smells were heavenly. I even started to get semi hard but the pain from the whip was still present and thankfully it subsided. When I'd finished The Master told us to get dressed and go. I was disappointed that he hadn't wanted to fuck me. I actually felt upset. We closed the door to the bed chamber and made our way back to the cellar. 3 told me that I must have really annoyed The Master because that was a really hard painful fucking he'd been given. He told me he really enjoyed my soothing tongue fetching his arse and smiled at me. **To be continued **

I think I have posted elsewhere, but I grew up in a very small town and the old postmaster was a hawk to all the teen boys, and he managed to lure me to show him my cock one day. Probably 15 , at most 16 at the time. He couldn't get hard (this was the early 70's) so sex ended up being him flopping his limpness as he poked my hole with a cigar tube. I quickly evolved to a guy my age who fucked me often, always on the sly- I'd go to his place to play basketball, and we would hit the shed and I'd be bred, then play ball a bit, then another load. My few attempts at topping were enough to convince me to stick to bottoming. By the time I left for college, I was pretty adept at taking cock, and going to college in NYC made the opportunity all that much easier. By chance or luck, I left NY after college and before AIDS, and was raw even as the west and east coast cities were beginning to identify a gay illness. About that time I also settled in with a man and we never used condoms. I tested poz in 87, he never was, so I may have been carrying it since NY days, or maybe a trick or 100 on the side during the 80's got me. Sex with the partner ended up virtually nil even tho I had purchased a mega bag of assorted condoms from some company that advertised in Drummer or some other gay monthly magazine. Since I couldn't get what I needed from him, I sought it out in the parks, truck stops, bookstores or any other place I could, and did it all raw. IF someone insists on a condom, I do not get bent out of shape or political- I am, after all, looking for the fuck. It may not be the ideal, but then I have had raw fucks as well that have not been all "that" . Of the roughly 10,000 cock I have experienced since 1970, likely less than 100 were ever in a condom, and more likely less than 50.

****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 ***

Chapter 21 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. The Guy moved his muscular legs and stood up. The Kid’s feet were no longer on the ground. In effect, he was hanging from the guy’s cock. He looked like a puppet, dangling from the guy’s cock. He felt his ass being stretched ion a way not natural as he was suspended by that piece of steel lodged in his ass. The guy with the deep voice said “ You’re nothing but a fuck toy for me now, I plan on fucking you like you never got before “. The Kid was hanging in mid-air. He was holding onto the arm of the bench to keep from falling. In this position the guy was constantly hitting his inner door and it felt strangely good. The Kid looked to his side and noticed someone with a camera. The guy was streaming the action of the Kid. He couldn’t get away or cover his face. He had to hang there and let who knows anyone, watch him get a total violation and let everyone know what a slut he had become tonight. The Kid knew when he got this way he was a slut but he couldn’t remember being exposed to the world like this. A guy came up and put a glass pile in the Kid’s mouth, he tried to turn away but the guy held his head and put the pipe to his lips. The Kid resigned to his fate and sucked in the while cloud that the guy had already prepared. The Kid held in in and then blew out the Big cloud. The Guy gave him a second hit, this time there was no resistance. The guy moved the pipe and the Kid moved his head to try to get some. The Kid looked like a little kitten trying to get to his mother’s utter. He finally got a hit and kept it in longer. He noticed the guy with the camera was closed and concentrating on the Kid’s jerking face. The Kid finally blew out the thick white cloud and anyone could see the blank expression on the Kid’s face. They knew the Kid was now spinning out of control. His whole world seemed to be on the piece of steel he was hanging from. The guy with the deep voice made a comment “ Yeah. You liked that, your hole is trying to milk my cock now “. The Kid could feel his heart beats in his ass. It was centered with that hook he was perched on. He could not remember when he felt that this was where he was supposed to be. If it wasn’t for the chems there were raging through his body he would have felt relaxed and one with the universe. The Guy started moving the Kid more on his cock. The Kid’s legs were still hanging and not near to the ground. He was at this guys mercy and his guy wanted to hear his new puppet squeal Like a stuck pig. He stared angling his super hard cock so that he could hit the Kid’s second door. He thought maybe he could wedge his cock in there and make the Kid yell like a girl loosing her cherry. He knew that he was hitting it because every time he hit it, the Kid would jump and his ass would tighten to try in a futile attempt to keep the intrusion from getting in there. In reality there was nothing he could do to stop it since he was still hanging in mid air. He was still bent over at the waist holding onto the park bench. His Handler walked over and asked the Kid if he was enjoying himself. All the Kid could manage to say was “ I think so “. The drugs were still keeping him going and wanting more. If it hadn’t been for them, he would have wanted to stop long ago. Even though his ass still craved more he knew that he would not be able to sit right after this. With the angle of the guy’s cock, the Kid cold feel cool air in his hole under the cock that by now was stretching the top of his cunt. The guy was determined to get in that inner sanctum and kept hitting the opening but couldn’t quite get the head of his cock lined up to enter it. The Guy was holding off shooting his load until after he could get the spot to make sure the Kid was Impregnated.

As Craig was sucking . He’s phone started ringing. Craig stopped sucking Stan’s s dick. It was Jonathan. Craig answered. Naked and high. Jonathan called to say he misses him and can’t wait to see him in three days. Guilt took over Craig. Who after hanging up got dressed. ”Listen Stan. I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” “I don’t know what I’m going to tell Jonathan” ”Don’t say anything. Nothing big happened.” “We got high and naked.” “Close to having sex, but stopped before anything could happen.” Craig nodded in agreement. “It will be our secret.” Stan said with a devilish grin. While both men were still standing in front of each other naked. After ten minutes of just staring at each other. Craig got dressed and left. When Jonathan got home from his trip. He started to make a move on Craig, who was feeling guilty about what nearly had happened between him and Stan. “Something wrong?” Jonathan asked. “No, just been busy with household projects.” Craig said. “ “well stop what you’re doing.” “Let’s go and take a “nap.” Craig was taken aback. Jonathan took Craig’s hand and led him to the bedroom. Jonathan started kissing Craig with passion. Soon naked. Jonathan positioned Craig on his back. Which surprised him. Jonathan was going to top him. Slowly Jonathan slid his dick into Craig’s hole. “Ahhh” Craig said in pleasure. In and out of Craig’s ass. Craig closed his eyes for a few moments and when he opened them. He briefly saw Stan fucking him and not Jonathan. Craig wasn’t sexually attracted to Stan. But yet let his mind drift to what it would be like to bottom for a lanky older man. Jonathan once again left for a business trip. Craig decided to see Stan. He told Stan about picturing him in bed. Stan said it was still the meth. It does take two or three days to fully leave your system. Stan then took out his pipe and started to light up. Then offering Craig a hit. Who took it. After smoking for awhile, Stan kissed Craig. In turn Craig started playing with Stan’s dick slowly unbuttoning his pants. Soon both men were naked. Craig took in Stan’s dick and sucking. “Oh you suck cock very nice.” Stan said enjoying it. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” Stan and Craig continue to smoke and make out. Stan got on his back took out a condom. and put lube on it and in Craig’s ass. Craig climbed on Stan’s hard dick. And started riding him. “Wait” Craig said. “Stan would you mind taking off the condom?” “I want to feel you inside me.” Stan without saying a word removed the condom. Craig being high was enjoying the incredible sex he’s ever had. Stan turned Craig over on his back and shot his poz loads into Craig’s ass. Stan dick twitched inside the young man’s ass. Then clasped on top of him out of breath. “I have a friend coming over.” Stan said to Craig, who was still enjoying the high and the sex he just had. “You want me to leave?” He asked. “No.” “Just stay naked and smoke some more.” There was a knock on the door. Stan went to answer it. He heard voices. Stan was talking with Teddy. An overweight small business owner that always made crude remarks about what he would do to Craig if he ever had the opportunity to fuck him. And now unfortunately for Craig. He was about to find out. ”Well Craig.” Teddy said. “I guess hell finally froze over.” Teddy put his hands into his pants and started rubbing his dick. Craig being as high as he was and as horny as he was didn’t even see it being Teddy. He was that out of it. Teddy was now completely naked and his 6 inch hard on into Craig’s mouth who just started sucking it. Stan was rubbing Craig’s hard on while fucking him on his side. Teddy removed his cock from Craig’s mouth. Stan got up and left them alone. Teddy unlike Jonathan and Stan. Who took their time in placing their dicks into Craig’s hole. Teddy was more forceful. So much that Craig yelled out. “I’ve been waiting on this ass for so long.” Teddy who was 56 years old weighing over 255 pounds was someone who didn’t get a lot of sex. And his personality didn’t help either. Teddy ran his hands all over Craig’s body who was starting to realize that it was Teddy who was inside him. Before Craig could say or do anything. Teddy shot his load into the young man. “You made my day. Craig.” “We will be doing this again real soon.” That way this stays our secret.” Otherwise your boyfriend is going to know what kind of slut you are.” “You understand me?” Craig with no choice sheepishly said “Yes.” Without another word Teddy got up and got dressed and left. Stan told Craig he should get tested. “What?” Craig said. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You didn’t ask. And assisted I take the condom off.” Stan replied . “Shit. What will I do?” “Teddy’s blackmailing me into having sex with him.” “I maybe positive.” “What the hell do I tell Jonathan?” “He’s going to be angry and hurt.” “And it’s all my fault.” Craig confessed everything to Jonathan. Who was as hurt. Both men cried and fought. Months later. Craig and Jonathan went their separate ways. Craig got his hiv results and came back positive. He got help with his addiction.

And that's why i said it was a very tough question...though a very good topic. It all comes down to preferences. I have bottoms who are exhibitionists and love to get fucked in front of a crowd. For me, its the sleaze factor with the GHs. Most of the times i go out a do most of them in one night. And yes, being an alpha (when i top, which is most of the time with guys) i usually prefer that my load is the first. BTW, you left out one of the most "supreme" options - the sling. Fuckin hell, the sling always produces some good action

The window washer I fucked a couple weeks ago hit me up for a quickie. I was not sure how well I would perform having jerked off three times already but I had to eat his ass again. I don’t want to brag…actually I don’t have to, here’s his text. I have never had anyone say this to me, very flattering

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.

*****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 **

Guess who's spun & excited to share a new story. I know I'm terrible at finishing my other works, but I can't help it. I might update and give a succinct ending just to tie some strings up but nothing is certain! Hope you like this one. This time, I'm focusing more on the plot rather than the sex so it is a bit different! I've never really gave much thought on my homosexual tendencies. It has always been there. It's not just the cock, but the male physique in general. Chubs, muscular, small, any kind of bodies with any kind of faces and hairstyle, any fashion style one had, as long as it was a man, I could get hard. After almost 7 years living in Edmonton, I found myself jaded with the routine I had. Sure, I have a good job with a great salary,,my sex life was decent and I had people to hang with from time to time. Yet, I feel hollow, as if I am leading a meaningless life. Even the alcohol, weed and chems that I partake in at times have failed to hide this supposed mid life crisis I was going through. Physically, I was fit. At 5'11 with a brunette buzz cut, I looked like a regular 'coastal liberal' as the rednecks would say since I was always in fitted jeans and oxford shirts. Thanks to the sports I did in college, I wasn't much of a gym person since my body had been sculpted from a young age. Being close to 33, I did feel a little left out that most of the guys I hang with at the bar have already settled down or are in relationships that have lasted for more than 3 years. (Quite a feat knowing how the community can be). As always, they would say but John, you're gorgeous, what's stopping you from having anyone here? Nothing, I would say. They were right, I could bring anyone back home though I had little interest in forming any sort of relationship after. It wasn't for me. Even those who are in open relationships are still committed to their main partner. It wasn't a relationship that I could commit to, but a mission or a calling if I could describe it. I knew there is more out there for me. I needed to get out. One Friday evening, I found myself at the bar, as usual, doing shots with the guys I've known since I moved here. Patrick, Juan, Chris and Eddie. Patrick and Chris are engaged, though in an open relationship while Juan could never keep a relationship longer than 6 months. Eddie on the other hand had an older partner named Hugo who share his passion of pottery. Out of all 4, Eddie was the most normal, or straight passing as we would frequently tease him. The usual conversation includes how the week went, or how work sucks, and what was there to do during the weekend. Eddie mentioned that he had a lucrative order that he had to send out and needed a pickup truck to deliver it. Since I was the only one with a GMC, all eyes were on me. I didn't mind helping Eddie out. I even suggested to him that he and I could do the drive together. I wish I hadn't though, as Eddie didn't mention that the customer was based 2 hours from the city. The next day, I drove into Eddie's driveway right before 11 AM and saw the garage door opened with a pallet of amphoras wrapped in plastic and strapped. They looked exquisite. Each had elaborative patterns, some with biohazard, most were just silhouettes of men fucking and figures dancing. One would think that they came from Greece if not examined closely. "I'm glad you're down to help me man. I really thought I would've done the drive myself since Hugo has an order that's due on Monday. I mean, I don't even know where this place is and the buyer's price was hard to resist that I had to offer free delivery. 15K for a crate of these strange yet erotic design that he requested. It wasn't even my design. They emailed some PNGs and told me to have fun with it." It has been a while since I last hung out with Eddie alone. He had always been like a brother to me since he was the first person I met in this city. He made it feel normal to be gay in the province I ended up in. Before he met Hugo about a year ago, Eddie and I would do T every Friday after leaving the bar. Nothing ever happened between us since we would always find our own guy to screw with. The closest thing that we've ever done that could be considered as sex was when we were both fucking 2 guys on the same bed and switched asses from time to time. Those were our party days and I have to say, I do miss it. We were never addicts, we were only enjoying the weekly session we had. When Eddie and Hugo moved in together, I stopped doing T as frequent as I would. For the better, I tell myself. Nowdays, the only time I do smoke was if a tweaking bottom on Grindr was looking for loads. The drive to the buyer's place was rural. It actually took more than 2 hours for us to get there. From what Eddie said, the buyer lives in a sort of commune on a farmland. To get there, we had to make a number of turns after exiting the freeway. The thick forrest surrounding us, both left and right made it feel as if we were driving in circles. Finally, a signboard that says "Commune Plus" appeared and as we turn in, we still had to drive for another 2 miles to finally see the compound. We passed a large wooden arc that served as an entrance into the compound. In cursive, the words "Commune Plus" was written above the frame, with a headline underneath that says, "+ where men are their True selves +" It was also kinda interesting how the O in the word commune was a biohazzard symbol. The farmhouse was huge. There were bout 3 barns scattered on the compound with a large pond in the middle. Eddie was pretty stunned at the place, as was I. Who knew a place like this existed, being so remote to everything? It was almost 3 PM and as we got close to the main farmhouse, a man in a full on white linen robe came out, ready to welcome us. "You must be Eddie, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you are..?" "This is John, he's helping me out today" "Pleasure to meet you as well, John." The man introduced himself as Ahura. He was about 6'0, thin yet muscular, and was donning a bun on his head with grey highlights. If I had to put an age, he was probably in his late 50s. I found him to be quite attractive. His chest was exposed, revealing some curly hair and pierced nipples. Around his neck was a necklace that had a golden whistle. He made his way to the truck with us and before I was about to pull down the trunk door, Ahura told us to stop since we had come such a long way and that we needed to eat and rest. With one high pitched blow and a moment that didn't event last 30 seconds, two men appeared by his side. They were both in their 20s, probably new grads. Both skinny and twink like. Both also had a clean shaved head and each wore an identical white jockstrap with white sneakers. They also had a tight silver bracelet on both hands. Ahura commanded them to bring the amphoras inside before complimenting Eddie on how it turned out. "What you've made is more than what I had foreseen. Thank you. Come in now, we have already delayed our luncheon waiting for this masterpiece." Ahura had a unique voice. His inflections were crisp and the way he spoke was ritualistic, as if every word spoken is a part of an incantation. The way he walked was also something. It was intricate and seems as if he was gliding, with the robe brushing the ground. His height is only a plus, for vanity purposes. While we made our way inside, I felt a little relief when I found out that Eddie too shared my sentiment on Ahura. For a second, one could say that we became curious of this man who possessed a sort of magnetism in us. After all, the swift response he received when he blew his whistle was unarguably a power move that stayed with us. The dining hall had a table that was probably the longest I've ever seen in my life. When we entered, half the table was already occupied by men who were all in similar loincloth, neatly tied to spare very little, torso exposed and topless as they should be. They were gorgeous. Most were probably around my age and some were already eyeing Eddie and I. Each of them had sculpted bodies, though some had very apparent veins. Some were also muscular but remained thinner than average. Similar to how Ahura looks like. It was a sort of textured look that was likely due to the physical activity they they do daily. Or so I thought.. Of course, Ahura sat in the middle main seat, with everyone being able to see him. Directly to his left was Eddie and beside was me. The table could probably fit 30 people the least. If I had to eyeball, we were probably around 15. The moment Ahura took his seat, the room turned silent. Before he spoke, he made sure to observe each person and nod, acknowledging their presence. Eddie and I included. He first introduced us as visitors who have delivered and blessed the commune with vases that will enhance the place. He then announced that there would be more members joining the commune next month. He thanked the current members, who were all listening attentively, for being dedicated in supporting his vision of the commune. "Before you came here, each of you lead a different life, a life that was empty that limited your desire and constricted your agency to how the outside world deemed it as. Being a part of the commune has liberated you. I can see it and so can you, Yohann. And you too, Kronos. You have all joined the commune for a fresh start, and I have managed to grant you that gift." Both Eddie and I knew that we were visiting a cult, but we never really knew how it actually was like . Even with all the documentaries that we've watched and the podcast we put on during the drive, to participate in a cult lunch wasn't a way we saw how our Saturday would go. We weren't the disrespectful kind since we've all been exposed to all kinds of kinks but this men only cult that we found ourselves in started to turn into an itch in our psyche that we couldn't explain. The rest of Ahura's speech was how the commune is still young and though it is expanding, it is not permanent. The goal was that the commune would live off grid, growing their own produce and eliminating the traditional bonds that the outside world had. Essentially, everyone in the commune treated each other equally, being able to fuck one another without hesitation and embracing primal lust. With the wine glass in his right hand, Ahura put his arm up and declared "May we live harmoniously without restraints" When Eddie and I gulped the wine, we were blind sighted at how strong it was. I knew that it wasn't just wine that we drank. It was definitely G. I calmed Eddie down by holding his thigh under the table cloth, telling him it's not drastic. Ahura, toying his entree with his utensils looked at us and formed a smile. "Don't worry, the amount of G is very minimal and think of it as a way to just wind down after making that long drive. After you both are no longer famished, I will give you a tour of this place, just as a little extra since we rarely receive visitors.." Surprisingly, Eddie thanked Ahura and was looking forward to seeing the compound. I shot a look at him, but Eddie reassured me. How quick his mind changed. It's not that I wanted to leave. Deep down, I know that the longer I stayed here the harder it would be for me to leave. These irresistible guys who I'm at the table with behaved so seductively, caressing each other at times and feeding one another without breaking their touch. Anytime I make eye contact with one of them, I knew that I would be hard. Ahura and Eddie continued talking, exchanging opinions on what an amphora or a vase is, with Eddie clearly being more engrossed in Ahura. He didn't even realize that Ahura was holding his hands on the table the entire time. If I'm being honest, I was quite envious. I tried to look at my phone but there was barely any signal. I looked up and I noticed Yohann was looking at me. He had auburn curls that hid his forehead and his face was shaved clean. I wouldn't put him past 30 with how much youth he's still holding. His chest was broad and his neck had a silver necklace with a biohazard logo pendant. It's strange how frequent I've seen the logo since I got here. Unlike the rest of the men at the table, he and I weren't conversing. We were both looking at each other for a while, trying to observe and analyze each other. Him being topless didn't help much. He wasn't too muscular, yet it would be easy for me to trace his body from how defined it was. Lean, one could say. Throughout the eye fuck we were having, he was also playing with his necklace, brushing it on his lips, turning it sideways with the chains gliding under his chin, never breaking our gaze. I stopped zoning out when Ahura stood up, Eddie following him and me trailing behind to start the tour. I also began to realize how subtle Ahura was when he instructed Yohann to accompany us as well. What does he know? To show the ins and outs as Ahura puts it. Yohann smirked at me after replying, "It would be an honour, Ahura". The four us started in the main foyer where we first entered. The snow marble floor, when viewed from the staircase above resembles a golden pentagram, layered with a platinum biohazard symbol. Again I thought, the same logo. On the second floor, we passed through hallways after hallways, with different roman numerals on each doors. Though Ahura didn't show us all the rooms, most were average dorm like rooms. There was probably 2-3 single beds in each room. To no one's surprise, the bathroom had a common shower. It really reminded me of the kinds of showers you'd find at the gym. Ahura also skipped the rooms which had doubled doors and lacked any number. Strange I thought. I broke the silence with Yohann and asked, what's in there? "Members only" Out of the 3 barns, he only showed us one where they had some livestock. There were guys working who I didn't see at lunch. Some were in jockstraps, some only in overalls with nothing underneath. There were also some guys who were only in ripped jeans and boots, flannel shirt tied around the waist,. They all seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, bodies glistening with sweat, faces shining laboriously. Everyone stopped to bow for Ahura the minute we entered. With a wave and both arms open, Ahura thanked them for their hard work and wished them well on advancing. We ended up by the benches at the pond to end the tour. Until now, I didn't get to talk to Ahura much since Eddie and him were constantly in awe of one another. I only got to talk with Yohann, asking him what is going on in this place and how he ended up there. I was very frank since I couldn't help it any longer. "Before I came here, I wasn't Yohann. I was Bernard. I found out about the commune a year ago when I lost my job. Can you believe I was at work tweaking?" Yes I could because I knew fags who couldn't separate the T from party, ruining their career and self imploding. Instead of thinking out loud, my only response was one that went along the lines of "Wow, that's awful. How did you find out bout this then? Did you get clean here?" "Fuck no, I still tweak whenever I want without any judgements since I came here. These guys are more than brothers, they become a part of you. The day I got fired, I met my dealer to score more and he told me that there was a job his friend, Ahura was offering. Back then, we were probably 9 people. Now, when you include the novices, 25. I thought it was just a regular farm job, but the first day I got here, my life changed for the better." "What do you mean?" "Well, that's something that you have to find out on your own, if you're willing." I looked up to find Ahura and Eddie gone, now heading to one of the barns, hands together. What the fuck? I started to worry and asked Yohann where they were going. "Let's see for ourselves." I didn't rush to run since I still wanted to keep my cool with Yohann. We approached the barn, entering through the main door that was already partially opened. It wasn't what an inside of a barn would look like. It was lavishly decorated with velvet furnitures. The floor was concrete but polished. At the end of the room between two pillars lied Eddie and Ahura on a satin king sized bed. Eddie had a glass pipe in his mouth, Ahura preparing the next hit while holding a metal tray. Strangely enough, I stopped worrying and shot Eddie a look, with him blowing his clouds in my direction. "I should've known that you both partake in the appreciation of crystal, allowing its smoke to electrify and elevate the body. How serendipitous it is that Yohann accompanied us, given that he is the master of chasing the dragon in our commune" Yohann smiled and joined Ahura. He took the tray away, allowing Eddie and Ahura to now fondling one another, before shotgunning and embracing in a trance. I was still, standing right across them, immobile. On one hand, I was relishing at how the old Eddie is back, but on the other, I feared for his future with Hugo. "Come, John. Chase the dragon with us, up in the clouds where we'll find a potent pleasure." Eddie now started talking differently. I was alone, in this arena sized barn, faced with a decision to join or go. I couldn't leave Eddie though, never. Plus, Yohann was there. I took the plunge and the next thing I know, my tongue was in a wrestle with Yohann's and Eddie had his mouth full with Ahura's 9 incher. "This is just a preview, boys. We're not going to fuck you until you're one of us. And even then, there are steps to joining the commune...." Eddie and I were clearly more tweaked than the others. They probably have a higher tolerance seeing that they were nonchalant. Both Ahura and Yohann then got up, pulling us each by the arm to give the real tour. The barn we were in was where they would initiate members into the commune. An invitation is first required. Yohann had never met Ahura until he showed up at the commune. Ahura coached and motivated him to embrace his true self through the commune. Within 3 months, Yohann was leading the lab they had in the other barn, synthesizing T to grow their capital. Being far and remote was an advantage they had. There weren't stages when the commune started, once someone is a member, they are equal to one another. Only recently it was decided that through strict vetting and procedural methods could they keep their commune a secret while ensuring loyalty and dedication from the members. To be a part of the commune, a bond was needed, a positive bond, as Ahura puts it. It was his viral load that runs through the commune, sealing themselves to him forever. It was by being poz from Ahura do the members benefit from the resources Ahura provides. The T was a significant part of the commune's cashflow, though for the most part the commune itself is self-sustaining. Ahura's vision was to keep the population at a fixed number, ensuring balance and avoiding any recognition from the outside world. "By end of this year, we're aiming to be around 40, not more than 50. This is a chance for you both to escape and leave the life you had before you came here. Look at how we cherish our new lives, providing for each other, being there for each other, not a single ounce of shame in any of us." We passed by the barn we visited earlier. This time, there were only 2 guys left, chopping some wood. Ahura quietly approached one of them who had an overall, and with no warning, he pushed the boy down onto the table, unbuttoning from behind before diving into his ass for a rim. The only thing the boy could say was Thank you, Ahura. His legs spread wider, allowing Ahura to push his tongue deeper. Moments after, Ahura placed his cock on the boy's hole and thrust forward with little resistance, telling the boy how lucky he was to get fucked by him while still being a novice. "Though today is your lucky day, I have guests that I need to attend to, so forgive me for ejaculating earlier than I normally would." "Don't apologize Ahura, I am forever grateful for you" Not even 5 minutes since the boy was shoved down, Ahura came, moaning quietly as he turned to look at Eddie and I with an ambitious expression aimed to convince us. Still spun, we both exchanged a look that was a combination of fear, lust but worst of all, submission. Ahura candidly continued, "See how easy it is? How everyone here is always willing to help one another. Contemplate well on my invitation you two. I seldom give golden tickets easily. Sleep on it if you wish. Dusk is approaching. We wouldn't want you to venture back to the city in the dark." Shit, I always forget how fast time passes when you're on T. Yohann showed us the guest room in the main farmhouse. It was in the same hallway where the double door room was. Eddie and I both showered in the commons, reflecting on what had transpired. "We're not thinking straight, Eddie. Who know what else we took. This is a huge commitment, man." "Yeah of course, but look, don't you think that we won't get a chance like this again? I feel like once we leave, we're never going to find a place like this ever. I'm pretty sure Ahura's gonna make me delete the address and any form of trails we have to the commune if we don't accept." "If you want to get pozzed, then you can do it in the city. If you want T, you can do it with me. What does this place have that's compelling you so much? "It has a purpose for us to be who we are and share it with the few who understand. It's not bout the drugs or being poz, it's bout the community that I never had, man. Sure, life back in the city is great and all, but you always got to be wary. Outside the bar, are we really ourselves? Tell me, John. Don't you want to feel like you're a part of something?" I couldn't say more. The only sound there was was the water coming out of the shower. When the tap was off, I broke the silence. "I don't think I could ever leave you. I'm not just talking bout this place. If I leave and I won't see you ever again, then I'm not sure what I'll do." We were now facing each other, full nude, with Eddie spotting a boner for a short moment. He came closer to me and tilted his head up to give a peck, hands behind my back, pulling us closer. It was the first time we kissed. It was real. I knew I've made my decision. Lying on the single bed, we cuddled and didn't say much. It was difficult to fuck since we couldn't get ourselves hard, and frankly, we were exhausted. Sleeping was also difficult. At around 2 AM, we heard footsteps in the hallway, followed by the sound of doors closing. The slam was louder than our room door. Could it be the other room? Feeling restless, I convinced Eddie to check it out together. There was barely any light in the house. Though there was electricity, candles and gas lamps were preferred. The double door at the end of the hallway now had a candle hung on both sides, illuminating most of the hallway. The knobs were brass and heavy. We attempted to open it slowly, going inside to finally satisfy our curiosity. The room was bigger than we thought. Curtains separated the room as if it was a maze. We heard a chant that was hypnotizing. We followed it, cutting through the room, hoping for the best. Finally, we came upon Ahura who was naked, hair down, leading the chant with some of the men we met at lunch echoing. They were encircling the boy in the overalls, who was now tied and spread like an eagle in a circle that had a pentagram. There candles that were lit at each points and Ahura was now walking in the circle, taunting the boy and savouring every orifice. The chant was incomprehensible. The boy could only moan and groan, as if possessed as Ahura was savouring every inch of him. Suddenly, the chant changed and the men circling started to kneel. Ahura's eyes turned white and he loosened the boys attachment to lift him up. Now on the floor, Ahura placed the boy's hip on top of his, slowly piercing the boys hole with his shaft. Not even halfway yet and the boy was already in ecstasy. Ahura could only hush the boy, apologizing him for the fuck earlier. It was insulting, to have me in you without any ceremonious element. This is to make up for today, boy. Christmas came early cause you're getting the gift before the rest of your peers will. Cherish this moment now, boy. Tears now started fall from the boy's face, though it wasn't of pain, but joy. There was a certain religious epiphany that the boy had as he was being impaled by Ahura. The other men, now in a prostate position, continued chanting, hitting their fist on the floor in harmony. The closer Ahura was to coming, the faster and louder the fists were banged. Finally, as he came, the room was quiet with the exception of the boy who was still moaning. "It's so...warm.." Ahura stayed in the boy and cradled him for a good 8 minutes, welcoming him to the commune, whispering how much his life was about to change. Eddie and I could only watch without a single blink. It was more than a cult, there was also elements of occult. I was never a superstitious person, but there was a palpable energy that I felt being in that room. Some sort of fascination that I wanted to experience. From the way Eddie was watching, he too would agree with me. We were so engrossed in what was happening that Yohann appeared behind us, slightly jumping us. "So..shall I inform Ahura that you both have made up your mind?" Eddie with no hesitation said Yes, admit us. It took me a while to say it. "Yeah if Eddie's in I'm in too." Yohann then told us that once we are certain of our decision, we will not be able to leave until Ahura allows it. We had to also follow everything Ahura commands and instructs. It was, for our betterment. The process of joining the commune was tedious, but the spirituality of it, though contrary was one that was unique and vital to the commune. Though we made sure to keep a distance from where the ritual was, Ahura, as Yohann had, appeared from behind one of the curtains. "Did I hear that right?" Yes, Eddie and I said in unison. "Well let's not waste time then. We're already done with one. What's another two? Commune members, in position as before! We've got 2 prospects who before, were visitors. We sure did a good job in showing them how hospitable we are, didn't we?" "Always, Ahura. Your guidance has never contained any doubts. I am also grateful to you for allowing me to get to know John. I believe he has potential to be in the higher ranks by the end of the year." "What makes you say so, Yohann?" "There's this look I see in him, one that's unsatisfied with his current life. All of us were like that but unlike the rest, he is more disciplined and loyal. Look at how dedicated he is to the other man he came with. The two of them were destined to be a part of the commune" "Very good observations. Now boys, there's been a change in your initiation. It's going to be challenging, painful but most importantly, liberating. At this moment now, we need your word and good faith that you will accept this offer. There is no turning back from here on. I could let you head back in the city maybe next week or next year. It is I who built this haven and it is I who you will bow down to when required. From here on, you will no longer be treated like the visitors you were but as novices who will have to earn the respect that the men you see over there have gone through." Yohann took out 2 separate documents for us to sign, waiving any liabilities toward Ahura, fully understanding what was going to happen. We had already made our decision in the shower. This was just a way to legitimize it. Once the documents were signed and handed back, I felt a blindfold being put on me and all of a sudden, my limbs were being pulled and I could hear Eddie was being dragged too. There's no going back, I tell myself. We had to surrender and submit to whatever Ahura had in store for us. As I struggled from the wave of men holding me, I started to lose consciousness when I felt my mouth and nose being covered by a sort of cloth. My last thought before blanking out was what was going to happen to Eddie?

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.

Anon Grindr26 My Grindr pinged asking if my cunt was free. A 26 year old guy was visiting and needed to unload. I told him I was free and he asked if I had rubbers. I told him no, and he was hesitant then went quiet. 5 minutes later he replied again, I so need to unload, I’ll breed you. He arrived shortly after to find me hooded in my jock and harness. It didn’t take him long to strip to just his socks. By this time his cock was hard and he was slapping it against my ass. He teased it over my hole and I could feel his precum wetting my hole. I love how a guys morals go out the window when fuelled by the insatiable horn and the need to unload. In a single hard thrust he was raw inside my slutty hole, and clearly enjoying it from the feel of his throbbing dick inside my cunt. He pounded me hard and quick, I love how a 20 something needs to have his balls banging away as they fuck a willing hole. This guy clearly likes to watch, pulling out completely then sliding in balls deep and every now and then that wriggle, deep inside, that only a BB fukka does. He was clearly getting close as he continued to use my cunt to get off. He loved pulling right out and making me take it. Then he spoke for the first time, ‘I need to cum’. I then got vocal to help finish him off, ‘Go on, breed my cunt’, ‘ I want your load in me’. As his cock exploded its load inside me I confirmed, ‘breed that cunt, breed me! He pumped the hot spunk from his balls deep in my hole, continuing with the occasional thrust to ensure I took his seed deep. The horny fukka pulled out and told me I should enjoy carrying his load for the rest of the day. He tagged my ass as proof of use with PIG SLUT and left. So much for needing a rubber and glad I told him I didn’t have any! Such a slutty liar!

Just fill your porn with a bunch of slurs and anti-semitic rants and you should be fine ~*sarcasm*~ But I haven't heard either way, I assume it'll eventually get cracked down on as he tries to transform it into his universal X app bs

Once I got past the mental block in my head about taking a fist it became a rollercoaster ride of pushing my limits. During the lockdown I ordered bigger and bigger plugs and toys and trained my hole to stretch wider and go deeper. My cunt opens up with lube and even more with chems. To feel a cock then a hand inside me massaging to climax is fucking amazing. After a couple of hours, my hole goes back to before. I think if you’re taking fists, toys & chems very often your cunt will become looser and looser which is hot. You just have to shove a fat plug up there !

Hey 🐷's If you would like to see this story progress then give it a 'like'. I never did get around to completing a story when I used to write them on here a long while ago, but I have written a lot to this one working within the confines of the new rules that came into action early last year, yet staying with the premise of chem sex, bug chasing and conversion. Maybe there is not an interest for those kind of stories now. If I do proceed and there is something in a story that is not allowed, then a moderator can do their thing whilst alerting me so I do not make the same mistake again. 🔥🌹☣️

I’m my mind it’s hard to top a bathhouse. As a total slut bottom, I can swing by after work, clean out, and take anon loads in the dark rooms, my private room and in glory hole booths. I tend to just rotate through all three. Love taking load after load.

I realize you say that you don't want to bring politics into "the answer" but I would point out that you're asking about what would happen "if the rules change". Those rules are set by the political system, so it's kind of hard to pretend that things would substantively change in terms of access to health care other than by a shift in the political winds - and that applies in the U.S., in the U.K., in Canada (and probably much or all of the Commonwealth nations), and 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.

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.

The wanked load I had a message from a guy asking if I was taking loads as he needed to unload. It turns out he’s a young straight guy that loves to see his cum in a hole. We arranged an anon meet, me hooded in a jock, ass up and ready to take his load. He gave my cunt a good fingering while he wanked himself hard. He was keen to make sure I took his load, and when ready he shot a hot generous load over my stretched hole. Using his fingers he made sure I took every last drop, he spent time fingering it into my cunt. His cum makes very horny lube! He tagged me CUM DUMP, CUM SLUT and left me dripping and told me to enjoy having him inside me for the rest of the day!

I’m going to try posting shorter one-off stories. If this is your thing, let me know. Sunset Walks with my Slutty Boy On vacation last summer, we were staying in a furnished apartment and liked to explore by foot to really get to know our small city. We would go on long lazy afternoon walks and explore different neighborhoods. We were far from saints and fooled around together in the darkroom and a sex club more than once. My boy had started PrEP, but stopped after it disagreed with his kidneys. I decided to stay off it too, and used condoms with other guys. Shortly after arriving, he got a text from a buddy, and it turned out he’d tested positive for an STI. My boy confessed that he’d let this guy breed him a few times. We had to sort out how to get to a clinic in a foreign country that didn’t take our insurance. Anyway, long story short, he tested positive too and was given pills to take for ten days. Until then, if we wanted to fuck, we were advised to wear condoms. We both have healthy sex drives, but I noticed a change in my boy. Even playing safe with me, and avoiding bareback sex with other guys for the time being, he was horny. He rolled his shorts up higher and was clearly checking out other guys as we went around the town. About a week into our stay, we went out for our walk a little later than usual. We must have lost track of time, but decided to have a lovely evening anyway and I bought a bottle of champagne to enjoy sunset. We headed briskly to a park to watch the sunset and toasted. I was surprised by how dark European parks and streets can be after dark, and even with the late summer light, it got dark quickly. In the dusk, we walked back to our place, slightly tipsy. Going through a dimly lit path, I noticed a few men standing around. I saw a used condom on the walkway and realized it was a cruising ground. We were giggling, and my boy thought it would be fun to pull me into the bushes. I asked him if he came here often, and he replied, ‘no, but maybe I should!’ Under the branches, there were two guys fucking, and a bottom leaning against the tree trunk spreading his ass cheeks. I whispered that we could put on a show, but it’d have to be safe and the other guys should just watch. My boy nodded and then tore my pants off. He handed me a condom from his back pocket and a tube of lube. I asked if he always came prepared and he responded, ‘Only while playing safe,’ and winked at me. I knew he was just getting over that STI, so I wrapped up my dick as he pulled his pants to one ankle and laid on the dirty ground and pulled his legs up, exposing his hole. His ass was surrounded by used cum-filled rubbers strewn amongst the tree roots. I sank balls deep until the latex ring on my cock was kissing his asshole. A few guys ambled over and jerked off as I safely railed my cheating slutty boyfriend. He gazed up at me with a hypnotized look and muttered, ‘I love this. I want to take all of their cum. I love taking cum and I need it.’ I asked if he wanted me to pull the condom off and he just bit his lip. ‘Fill me up,’ he shouted. I started to pull out to remove the condom, but he wrapped his legs around me. I came immediately and filled up the reservoir and began to pull out. He pulled at the rubber until it popped off of my cock and flew onto the ground. My boy grabbed a warm steaming rubber, leaking fresh cum and poured it into his open cunt just as I realized that the condom he’d grabbed was not mine. My jaw dropped as he relished the feeling of cum seeping into his guts. When I held my condom up, he grinned and nodded to me. That night, I emptied six strangers’ used condoms into his unprotected hole. As we struggled to get dressed, his jeans were immediately soaked through as several loads dripped from his pussy. We fell asleep that night with my bare cock pressed against his sticky crack. The next day, I started to pack our stuff for an afternoon walk and he stopped me, suggesting ‘maybe we should have another moonlight toast?’ We went back every night for the rest of our trip, and made sure to go to a clinic as few days after getting home.

It is the down time, do you use a butt plug? I find if I have multiple hookups in a day and don't have a butt plug, I get tight again and my ass feels sore as the day goes on. I find the butt plug helps with keeping my hold ready. I also know that poppers can help in situations like that as it relaxes the muscles that cause you to tighten up again.

I would say to start with you need to decide what you and your bf want when having a threesome. Rubber, BB, limits, off-limits etc. Then just ask your friend if he's gay and if he says no then make a joke about it, like damn thought me and bf could have had some fun with you laugh blah blah. If he says yes then ask if he'd be interested in a 3some. Worst he can say is no.

I also think you could say it out front in a respectful way “we both find you attractive and we’re interested in playing”. If he says “no” and you never hear from him again is that a problem? But the condom thing is trickier. Sort that out with your fella. The worst thing when you’re the third in a threesome is to feel like you’ve wandered into some marital squabble.

****2**** The week preceding my meeting with The Master seemed like forever. I was in a constant state of excitement. My dick didn't stop dripping for the whole week. I'd been longing for an arrangement like this for as long as I could remember. I'd always felt like I needed to completely owned, dominated and used by men. It was my destiny. To have someone to have me do their bidding without question and and make decisions for me. So I wouldn't have to think, just do. I realised that some of the things I would have to do might be unpleasant and maybe painful. I was HIV negative. I had had bareback sex as a bottom since my early teens and now at 24 I was still negative but, I now knew I would, if accepted by The Master, be HIV positive. I'd never been careful and wondered if it was some sort of destiny that I had remained negative until now. In my younger years I had been concerned about being infected but still carried on letting men fuck me bareback. Now, I actually wanted to be infected. To carry a man's seed his infection. The day finally came. I remember it was a Thursday in early May. He told me to meet him at a hotel on the outskirts of Birmingham. I lived in North London at the time and travelled up in my own car. He hadn't said where he lived or was travelling from and I thought it impertinent to ask. I left early which just as well as there were road works on the M1 and the M6. I still arrived in good time and made my way to the bar and ordered a coffee. We had arranged to meet at midday but, by 12.15 he hadn't shown up, or so I thought. I'd started to wonder if he was just a fantasist. There are so many time wasters on the dating apps and sites I maybe he was just another one. I was feeling so nervous, apprehensive, desperate and horny I would have sat there all day. Finally at 1pm I saw a large bearded man walk up to the bar and order coffee. He looked over and un-smiling gave me a nod. He had very short cropped hair, his beard was neat and well trimmed and he had dark brown eyes, so dark the pupils could be distinguished from the iris. He was over six feet tall and had a large build. Dressed in a casual jacket and jeans. He bought the coffee over. He had bought me a cup as well which surprised me. I thanked him as he sat down and for the first time he smiled. He told me had been sitting in his car outside to see if I would have second thoughts and leave. He explained he had done this many times. Some guys would turn up and leave after a short time. His reasoning was if they went after such a short time they probably didn't have the commitment he was looking for. I noticed he was quite well spoken, not posh, but with no obvious accent. We spoke at length about what he was looking for in a slave and asked if I thought I was the right temperament and willing to surrender my life to him. ***To be Continued***

I have been submitting lots of ads seeking doms to come by and turn me from a bi kinky shy dad into a slutwhore by being held down and forced to take some thing like weed, coke, or others but without much success. Recently 'tho, I met up with someone who replied to my ad than really blew my mind away. We arranged to meet at my house while my wife and kids were away. Further I was to be dressed only in white g-string and white socks. George came by and we sat down and chatted. We had already agreed that he could force me to take some Tina and than seduce me. As we chatted, he took out his glass pipe and prepared some crystals in the bowl. When he leaned over to kiss me, I resisted and tried to move away. This got him angry and he forcibly kissed me pushing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. He then lit his glass pipe, took a deep hit, bent over me and kissed me hard as he forced the contents of the glass pipe in me. He took another hit and did the same. He then held me down, pinched my nose as he held the glass pipe directly in my mouth and waited for me to gasp for breath and inhale deeply through the glass pipe. Once he sensed I was feeling the effects of the Tina, he started caressing my nipples, teasing them, before licking and sucking them. My nipples have always been really sensitive but they have never felt so sensitive before. I was writhing with desire as he started caressing me as he continued to lick and suck on my tits. I almost fainted with desire when he started to tease my ass with his finger. I was trying to wriggle my ass so his fingers could work its way in me. All this time he kept asking me if I was ready to be his crystal whore. By this time I was so turned on I was pushing my ass against his fingers as he started inserting first one, then two until finally he had all four fingers in me. I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me to go on all fours and then started to fuck me, doggy style. As he rode me, he kept playing with my nipples. I was feeling so good that I was begging for him to fuck me harder and deeper and make me his whore. He then laid down on his back with his cock standing up. I was so horny by now that straddled him and sat on his cock as I fucked myself on him. As I worked my ass on his cock, I leaned forward so he could suck on my nipples as I fucked him. Oooh, the feeling was just fantastic. I was feeling so horny and turned on. I was now such a slut I was begging for him to make me his whore. He then pulled out and made me suck his cock that had been in my ass which love doing so much I have never been such a nasty whore before for a gay guy, but I just sucked his gorgeous cock without a second thought even though it has just been in my ass. He rammed his cock in until I gagged, but he kept at it, telling me he was gonna make sure I learned how to deep-throat his cock. I was starting to have regrets as the Tina wore out. He than had me lay on my back and as he fucked me with my legs high over his shoulders, he took another hit and lean over and kissed me and exhaled into me. This time I gladly sucked in all I could. He repeated this about five times before sitting me up and making me take a couple more hits directly from the glass pipe. I was feeling so horny from the Tina I was begging for him to fuck me and cum in my pussy ass. I've never been fucked so hard and so long and felt so horny when he licked and sucked my tits. We kept at it for at least four hours. I only wished there were more guys using me 'cause I was so turned on I would have been willing to be gang banged. He finally came in my ass and forced his cock in my mouth. I have never enjoyed the taste of cum, but was so turned on I gladly sucked it all in and had him rub it all over my face. I was no longer put off by the taste of cum, but reveled in it. When he finally stopped fucking me, he told me that the next time, he would blindfold me, and turn me into his whore, adding that he would have a few guys use me at the same time. I can't wait!

The only bathhouse that I’ve been to where I’ve seen gloryholes had them arranged in a tiered fashion, which I assume is what you mean by a suck ramp. Breeding is not physically feasible.

Governments change, but the lies stay the same. Anyone who’s lived for any length of time on this planet knows that to be true. But one cannot live worrying about what might happen. I could get on an aircraft tomorrow and it plummet to the ground. I might cross the road after typing this and get knocked down by speeding car. But I’m not going to stop doing either of those things just because of the risk involved. You say, you don’t want to bring politics into this discussion, and yet your post practically invites it in. All I will say on that score is that it is a mistake to believe that those we agree with politically will always be our allies, and those who hold different political views are necessarily always our enemies. I’ve encountered very little homophobia in my life. The only homophobic bullying that I have been subjected to came from a line manager in an industry which is supposedly very liberal. In public, she espouses all the typical left-wing views that she deems fashionable. She is a member of – and campaigns for – the Labour Party here in the UK, and yet she treated me appallingly. It was quite clearly rooted in some deep-seated homophobia. She seems to epitomise that old adage that if you scratch a liberal, you will often find a fascist bleeding. Maybe I’m cynical. I know that I am, somewhat, but my motto is stop worrying and live until you die. It’s the only way to live.

I think the dinner is a great idea as long as you are willing to consider it an exploratory evening and not expect to be spit roasting him after dessert. You could try good cop/bad cop where one of you asks probing questions while the other poo-poos and chastises you for being too nosey. You might get some honest answers about his sexual inclinations or just a feeling about how he might react to an invitation to a three-way. I love playing with couples and he might feel the same. I say go for it. Any well adjusted person should be flattered and if he’s not interested that’s okay too, you can make it easier for him to let you down.

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.

Good topic, very difficult question though. As a top, all the options are really good. I've done them all, and i guess it just depends on my mood and the type of bottom i encounter. However, i do have to say, gloryhole breeding (in my humble opinion) is the absolute pinnacle of bareback sex. Whenever i go to a venue, i have to do some gloryhole breeding. Bareback is all about letting overcoming an inhibitions and worries, and once a bottom offers their ass via a gloryhole then they have reached the peak. They honestly don't care who it is, what they look like, or even what the dick looks like. Just offering your hole for ANY man to breed. One of my regulars does a lot of gloryhole breeding, and for him, he feels so proud after. Not knowing who has bred you, and not caring underlines the true essence of a cumdump. I'm not saying the other options are not true cumdumps. but the gloryhole bottom is in my opinion at the top of the pile.

It’s nine thirty in the morning on the Friday leading into Memorial Day weekend and I’m in about the last place I expected to be this morning; lying in a sling, my legs pointed to Jesus with a hot Russian-born man I met all of 17 minutes ago long-dicking me raw with his 9-inch uncut fuckmeat. I look up at the wooden slats in the garage roof and wonder how many other fuckboys have looked up at them before from this same position. “You like that, fucker?” the man rawdogging me asks. “Fuckin’ love it, don’t stop,” I say, even though I have a conference call for work in 15 minutes. “Then fucking open up for me!” “Tryin,” I insist. “I didn’t get fucked much during the pandemic.” “We’ll have to work on that,” he says with a grin then pounds away even harder. ++++ I met this guy through an app, which is how a lot seed-swappers connect these days. But it wasn’t a hook up app, like Grindr or Scruff. No, I owe interior whitewash I’m minutes away from getting to get to the app Offer Up. It started innocently enough. +++++ My neighborhood cross fit box didn’t survive the pandemic and instead of running out a finding another one or joining an overpriced gym, I thought I’d try to improve the home gym set-up in my garage. I log onto Offer Up, which is like a garage sale in your phone—to see if anyone near me is selling any gym equipment. I find a set of three used kettle bells being sold by someone named Vitaly45 who lives about 20 minutes away. I make an offer. He accepts. I have just enough time to pick them up and get back home before my conference call for work. It’s chilly out so I throw on a shiny black down Moncler puffer vest over a black long-sleeved Underarmour compression shirt, and a pair of royal blue three-stripe Adidas tights and head out. Vitaly45’s house is your basic suburban tract house. He advised me by text to "park across the street in front of the church" because his side has street cleaning today and he wouldn’t want me to get a ticket for a five minute stop. Thoughtful. I pull up in front of the church and text, “Here.” “Come around back to garage,” he texts back. I walk around to the side of the house, round the corner and the first thing I see inside the garage is the sweaty, rippling back of a olive-skinned man doing chin ups from a bar hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he knocks out rep after rep. He’s got the V shape of a Men’s Fitness model but he’s a bit thick, too, like a man with a healthy appetite. His legs are like tree trunks, hanging down below a sweat-soaked pair army green silkies. He grunts out the rest of his reps and then drops to the floor. “Hey,” I say. “Oh hey,” he says. “I’m here for the—“ he turns around and the front of him is so fucking hot, the word ‘kettlebells’ flies right out of head, “the, um, things…that you swing…” He smiles like someone who’s used to driving people to distraction. “I think the word you’re looking for is kettlebells.” “Right, yes,” I say. “They’re right over here.” He leads me to the corner where a three gunmetal gray kettle bells—a 35 pounder, a 25 pounder and a 15 pounder—sit in a row on the ground. They’ve clearly gotten a lot of use. “These are perfect,” I say. “Why are you getting rid of them?” “I have another set and uh, those belonged to someone who isn’t in my life anymore.” Interesting. “Got it. Can I Venmo you?” “Sure,” he says. I find his Venmo account, enter the amount, type ‘Kettlebells’ then add an emoji of two cartoon men lifting together. Then, just before I hit send, something compels me to type #BBBH, the Bareback Brotherhood hashtag. He probably won’t see it until later, anyway. “Can I help you load ‘em into your car?” he asks. “Sure,” I say. Just hearing him say the word load makes my rod twitch in my tights. He picks up the 35 and 25 and I pick up the 15. He follows me out the gate, across the street to my SUV. I open in the back of the cluttered hatchback. “Excuse the mess,” I remark. I go to move my gym bag to make room for the weights. A small bottle flies out of the side pocket and skitters across the pavement. My new poppers. Vitaly lifts the toe of his shoe and stops it. Then he picks the bottle up and smiles at me. “Don’t want to let those get away. You never know when you’re gonna need them.” “Well, that was embarrassing,” I say reaching out to take the bottle. But he doesn’t let it go. He just smiles at me...devilishly. “Like who knows? You might be needing them in just a few minutes,” he says, holding my stare. My heart starts to race. And then I start to laugh. Hard. Out of nervous embarrassment. I can’t help it. “What’s so funny, popper boy?” he asks, confused. “It’s just um…I got out of a monogamous relationship a few months ago and the main reason I’m looking to step up my fitness is because, well, I want to have a slutty summer.” “So what does that mean, specifically, that you want to have sex with lots of guys?” "How are you so sure it's guys?" "Bitch, please," he says. And then I'm laughing again. “So yeah, I want to have sex with more guys. I came of age in the 90's...and I was pretty freaked out about sex and a missed out a lot. Now I want to make up for lost time." “Does that mean like multiple hookups a day?” “Sure,” I say. “Or maybe multiple guys at once? “Sure.” “I think that’s a worthy pursuit. Do you take loads?” The way he says that, as casually as if were asking if I’d like a cup of coffee, makes my hole twitch. “Because that’s where everyone is right now. Everyone hot, anyway. A slutty summer where you don’t take loads isn’t really a slutty summer at all, is it? The only person I’ve ever cum inside and whose ever cum inside me is my ex. But breeding is all I think about, all I want to see in porn, all I want to do now. I look Vitaly in the eye and say— “Yes, I take loads. Give them, too. What’s the point if you’re not gonna swap cum?” “Morning, Father Vincenzo,” says Vitaly, looking over my shoulder. Oh shit, who is he talking to? I turn around to see a Catholic priest, with the white collar and whole bit. He looks like Stanley Tucci circa The Devil Wears Prada. He waves to my kettlebell buddy. “Morning, Vitaly,” the priest says. I wait for the priest to disappear into the church then lean in and whisper. “Do you think Father McHot-ass heard what we were saying," I ask, "about taking and giving loads?” “Don’t know,” says Vitaly. “Maybe you bring that up to him at your next confession.” I smile and get momentarily lost in Vitaly’s brown bedroom eyes, then I hear a notification ding on my phone. “Look, I have to be on a conference call in 15 minutes. I better get going.” "Going?" he says. "No. Is it audio or video?” “What does it matter?” I ask. “Because if it’s just audio,” he says, stepping closer and pulling the drawstring on my tights toward him, “you can be on your unimportant call, while I focus on what’s really important; eating, fucking and breeding your hole. Video would make that trickier though not impossible.” I stare at him dumbfounded, not sure what to do. My cock and hole are not conflicted, however. The former is rock-hard and the latter is hungry and twitching. “Look,” he says, with a wicked grin. “Do you really want to make up for lost time or was that just talk?" I think back to the goal I made for myself just last night: quit fantasizing and start fucking. And the most central component of the new leaf I want to turn over is cum. Jizz. Sperm. Semen. Giving it and taking it. The exchange of seed. And here is a smoking hot barebacker offering to start me off with a fresh batch of stranger spunk. I look down at my phone. The conference call is in 13 minutes. “Let’s go,” I say to Vitaly. ++++ And now it’s 10 minutes later and I’m getting rawdogged by Vitaly in a sling that hangs from the same bar in his garage he was doing pull-ups on when I arrived. It took him two minutes to hang it during which time, I got naked…two more minutes to eat my hole open. Then he pulled his cuntflooder out of the leg of his silkies and now he’s been inside me about five minutes, try to get my hungry but a-bit- out-of-practice fuckhole to let him all the way in. “Dude, if you want my load, you’re going to have to open up for me,” he grunts. “I’m trying, fucker,” I admit. “But your dick is fucking huge.” “Then maybe deep down you don’t want my cum inside you,” he taunts. “It’s fucking all I want!” I bark. “I gotta have your cum.” “Where are those poppers?” he asks. I crane my head to the pile of clothes I left on a bench; all the shiny, tight sports gear that’s always turned me on. “They should be in the pocket of the puffer vest,” I grunt. Vitaly pushes the sling away so I slide off his dick, then steps over to get the poppers. He brings me the poppers and the vest. “Here, put this back on. I have a fetish for hot guys in shiny gear.” This morning just keeps getting better and better. “Fuck yeah, man. Me, too.” I lean up and slip the vest over my naked torso. The nylon feels so silky and smooth on my skin. I lean back into the sling and open up the poppers. “You ready, stud?’ I ask. “Fuck yeah,” says Vitaly. “Take a big hit and I’ll go balls deep in one stroke.” I inhale. The poppers work their magic and the next thing I know, Vitaly is inside me to the hilt. “Fuck, I feel so fucking full,” I say. Vitaly starts to thrust….never coming quite all the way out. The sling rocks back and forth. I roll my head back and see Vitaly’s back yard with its tall hedge. We left the garage door open for the breeze. Vitaly assures me it’s pretty private back here but who knows? The entire neighborhood could be watching and listening to this man I just met bareback me. “Damn, I can already feel my nuts starting to churn, fucker,” Vitaly says. "How many days?" I ask. "Dude, you are so in luck," he says. "My mother was in town visiting. She ran me ragged so I didn't have time to jack off let alone, fuck any hole. I literally dropped her off at the airport two hours ago." "So?" "Six days worth," he says. "I shoot pretty huge anyway...so your hole's getting fucking deluged." "Will we need to call FEMA?" "Possibly," he says. Then he reaches into the pocket of my Moncler vest and hands me my cell phone. “Don’t you have a conference call in about a minute?” he asks. “Hold on. You’re suggesting I go on it while I’m getting barebacked in your sling?” “No, stupid,” he says. “The sling's too noisy. We can fuck on the mat during your call.” He pulls out of me with a plop. “Damn, I feel so empty now,” I say. “Not for long,” he says, pulling me up. I plop down on the mat and lay on my back. “No, all fours,” he says. “Doggie.” I get on all fours and arch my back. I feel his cockhead breach my pucker. “Poppers,” he says. I take a hit of poppers and then bam…he’s back inside to the hilt. I close my eyes in ecstasy and when I open them, I notice he’s positioned us in front of a full-length mirror. I can watch my body shudder while Vitaly fucks me. I can see his glorious torso heave and sweat and his handsome face contort in pleasure. He hands me my phone. “Conference call, pigboy,” he says. “We don’t want your Slutty Summer starting off with you getting fired.” “Well, slow your strokes then,” I plead. “I can barely speak with you thrusting like that.” He changes his pace to a very slow and measured long strokes, innnnnn and outtttttt, innnnnn and ouuuuuuuuttt. Fuck, his cockhead is hitting all my spots. I’m leaking precum like a faucet all over the mat. I hold my phone up for face recognition. It doesn’t recognize me with my face contorted in ecstasy. I enter my six-digit code. Then I scroll to the email with the conference code link and click into the meeting. Vitaly smiles like a devil in the mirror as I awkwardly announce myself to the meeting room. I’m not the last to arrive. Good. My immediate superior is. Also good. For the next twenty minutes, I listen and occasionally speak as my company conducts its usual business, all the while Vitaly is sliding in and out inside me, then periodically pulling out to feast on my hole. What’s happening on the call couldn’t be more boring…while what's happening in my hole is pure bliss. When a question is raised on the call related to my specific area, my supervisor asks me to expound a bit. I close my eyes and try to focus on forming words and sentences…and not on the gorgeous hunk of man raw-fucking me at 9:45 on a Friday morning. “So in my experience…” I start into my spiel, pulling facts and figures out of my ass. Not literally, of course. My ass is otherwise engaged. After about two minutes of non-stop monologue-ing, Vitaly smacks my ass playfully and I totally lose my train of thought. “You still there?” a co-worker asks. “Yes, sorry. Just lost the connection for a second.” Then Vitaly goes from eating me back to fucking me and suddenly all is right with the world. “…so that’s what I think the company’s position should be but if you all have other opinions, I’m wide open…” I wink in the mirror as I say that…wanting Vitaly will pick up on the double meaning . Yep, I’m wide open all right…more open than I’ve ever been. And with a guy I just met a few minutes ago. As my supervisor starts into one of his supposedly motivational speeches, I close my eyes and savor the fuck. When I open them a few fuck-eat-fuck rounds later, I gasp out loud. The man gently fucking me in the mirror is not Vitaly. Vitaly is behind the man, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. No, the man fucking me is Father Vincenzo from across the street. He still has is collar on. In fact, he’s totally dressed, with his glistening cock--a bit fatter that Vitaly’s but not as long--sticking out of the fly of his slacks. I look to Vitaly and give him a look like You’re seriously whoring me out now? Vitaly walks to the corner of the garage and picks up the small white dry erase board he uses to track his sets and reps with. He grabs a black marker, scrawls something and holds it up to me. The letters are backwards in the mirror. I can't make it out so he walks around in front of me while Father Vincenzo keeps up his slow strokes in my hole. His dick is right in my face. He replaces it with the board. “Slutty summer? Y or N?” it says. While I listen to my boss drone on, I grab the board from Vitaly and write my own message while his hard cock hovers inches from my face. “Fucking breed me,” I write. Vitaly takes the pen and writes below my message. “Already did once…" My eyes go wide. You fucking bred me? I mouth to him. He nods yes, then writes, "One load..." on the board, then adds in all caps: "SO FAR." Boy, he didn’t let on at all. It must have been one of those stealth breedings fuckers do when the bottom says he doesn’t want to take the load. The difference in this case is I definitely wanted the load. It's just that my work obligations kept me from audibly begging for it. I move the phone away and whisper to Vitaly, “Didn’t even feel it. Must not have been that big” Vitaly shakes his head then walks around behind me, gently moves Father Vincenzo out of the way and starts eating my freshly bred hole. I relax so that if there is a load in there, it’ll ooze out. I definitely feel wetness…but I figured it was just lube and pre-cum. After a minute or so of eating me out, Vitaly and Vincenzo come together in front of me and drop to their knees. Though I'm still supposed to be engaged in a work call, I watch riveted as these two red-hot fuck-studs start to open mouth kiss. Soon, there it is…a huge white chunk of jizz escaping from Vitaly’s mouth onto Vincenzo’s tongue. More continues to ooze out, dripping out of the corner of Vitaly's mouth like beads on a chandelier. Vincenzo catches as much of it as he can and then the two studs snowball it back and forth. Vitaly’s about to swallow the biggest chunk but he doesn’t. Instead, he coats his index finger with it and coats my lips with it, like it’s some kind of healing balm, which in a way it is. He drags a finger up to my mustache so that the smell of his manseed will be with me the rest of the day. Finally, my supervisor brings the call to a close with a friendly “Have a great holiday weekend everyone,” and we all sign off. I toss the phone onto the mat. “Oh fuck, man. That was torture,” I say. “I don’t know,” Vitaly says with a laugh. “I thought it was pretty fun. What did you think, Marco?" Father Vincenzo's first name must be Marco. Hot. "It was fun...and I definitely could have bred you a few times...but I tend to cum pretty loud when I'm breeding so I held off." "My co-workers thank you," I say. "But now that's done and it's time to dick you down proper," says Vitaly He slides his fuckstick back inside me with one stroke while Father Vincenzo walks around and shoves his fat cock down my throat. I can taste Vitaly's first load on the dick in my mouth. I groan around Marco's leaking log as Vitaly starts to pick up speed. His bull balls are slapping my ass and the sound echoes through the garage. “You ready to get bred?” he barks. “Again?” I pull my mouth of Marco's dick. “No man, I want you to fuck me longer,” I plead. “I'll try," he says and then a few fuck strokes later, he reneges. "Aw fuck, I can’t hold off! Your ass is too hot and wet. I gotta go for my breed.” “Then do it, stud! Fucking flood my hungry hole!" “Here it comes, bro. Milk me! I want you to feel every drop go inside you!” “Do it! Breed me! Breed my fucking hole!” “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGHHH! UNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNGH!” This time, I feel it; rope after rope after rope of Vitaly’s studcum jet into my spasming asshole. He made sure his first load was undetectable—so to speak—but this one feels like a fire extinguisher going off inside me. I welcome every single sperm cell into my writhing, sweaty, nylon-clad body. After Vitaly and I catch our breath, Marco, who is now naked, stands behind Vitaly and caresses his heaving pecs. “Pull out slowly so no cum comes out,” Marco says. “I want to get him back in the sling to eat out your load before I breed him with mine.” “How many days worth?” Vitaly wonders. “Five,” he says. “Hear that, stud? Our man of the cloth here has a five-day load for your hole. I guess he's pretty busy saving sinners and stuff so it builds up.” I smile up at Father Vincenzo and say, “Seed me father for I have sinned.” That gets a laugh out of all of us. I try to rise from the mat and get weak-kneed from the pile-driving I’ve been taking. Vitaly catches me in his arms, then literally hoists me up so I'm straddling him. "Keep that pucker tight," Marco barks. In this position, it would be so easy to just open up and cause a flash flood on the mat. Instead I contract my hole. Vitaly plops me in the sling. While Father Vincenzo eyes my fuckhole and strokes his throbbing cock, Vitaly places my right foot in a stirrup, then the left. Then he grabs Vincenzo by the cock and guides him to my hole. “Not yet,” Vincenzo says. “I want to felch out your load.” And that he does…for about five minutes, which Vitaly decides to catch on video. Oh fuck, is he getting my face? At this point, I don’t fucking care. After his felch-fest, Father Vincenzo stands up and rams his cock into my hot wet hole. “Ah fuck,” I groan. “Your dick is so thick. It feels so fucking good.” Vitaly goes to stand behind Vincenzo. He whispers in his ear as he fucks, getting up to speed with my story. “Randy isn’t a very seasoned seedswapper,” he explains, "but he wants to be…desperately. He doesn't want a single day to go by without give or receiving a butt-breeding. It's that right, Randy?" "Every day?" I say. "That seems like a lot. I get busy." "It sounds like you need to readjust your priorities," Vitaly says. "Ak, fuck," gasps Marco. "I'm getting close." "Pull out!" Vitaly demands, pulling Vincenzo back by his shoulders. His cock is red, raging and drooling cocksnot all over the mat. "Randy, if you want my buddy Marco's load, you need to spell out right here and right now exactly what kind of slutty summer you want to have." "Okay," I gasp. “Do you want to go to bathhouses, right?” “Fuck yes!” I proclaim. “And sex parties?” “Yes.” "You're gonna be on Breeding Zone and Bareback RT every day, cruising for cock, cum and hole?" "Yes!" "And you're gonna let me text you with assignments that you have to complete? Slut School is in session, fucker, and you'll do anything to please your teacher, right?" "Fuck yes," I gasp. "Just someone fill my guts with more cum!" Father Vincenzo slides back in but Vitaly pushes right up behind him so he can't thrust. "Make him beg," Vitaly whispers in Marco's ear. "Beg for it!” Vincenzo pants, like a man in a trance. "Beg for my fucking spunk." “Give me your seed, father. Add to the monster loads that are already in there. Breed me!” The growling starts deep in Vincenzo’s throat. “GRRRRRRRRRR.” Then erupts in a series of loud groans. “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! Ah, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m flooding your cunt! Take it, pig! Aw, shit, it’s still coming!” “I want it all!” I plead. “Keep seeding me! Paint my guts! “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAghhhhhhhhhhh!” Just then, without me even touching it, my own cock starts to erupt its cocksnot all over my puffer vest and abs. Vitaly dives gets my cockhead in his mouth in time to taste the last two spurts. “Awwwww fuuuuucccckkkk!” I groan, shuddering. As I come down, Vitaly nurses my cockhead slurping up every drop of cum. Vincenzo churns his load for a bit, then snakes out and dives down to my hole to check his work with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my pucker and pokes his tongue into my hole over and over. “Give me back that seed,” he says. Not having a very seasoned cumtunnel, I'm not sure what muscles to try and relax. Instead. I just visualize the loads sliding out of me and sure enough, it works. I hear Vincenzo groan with pleasure as he felches me out. When he pulls back and stands up, I can see my cummed-up fuckhole in the mirror, all wet and juicy and raw. “Grab my phone, Vitaly,” I say. “I need a shot of my wrecked hole.” Vitaly snaps a few shots of my happy cumhole. Click. Click. Click. “Hashtag hole goals,” he quips. “I’m getting some shots of your stomach too because that shiny vest looks so hot with your jizz all over it.” Click. Click. Click. ++++ A few minutes later, all three of us are dressed again. I'm wearing the cummed-up Moncler vest on top with no shirt underneath. We let Vincenzo walk back out on his own first, so as not to raise any eyebrows. “Later brothers,” he says before walking back to plan that Sunday's mass. Then Vitaly and I walk back at my car. I have a swagger now that I didn't have before. This could truly be the beginning of a major transformation, especially if Vitaly is as into monitoring my slut progression as he seems. “I feel like I got a really good deal on these kettle bells,” I say. “You think so, huh?” Vitaly says. “Oh yeah. I’ll definitely give you a high rating on the Offer Up app.” Vitaly pulls something from behind his back that I didn’t realize he was carrying. “Here’s a little bonus item.” He hands me the white board. He pulls out his phone, stands next to me and before I have time to think about anything, snaps a selfie of the two of us holding the board which still has “FUCKING BREED ME!” written on it in my handwriting and “ALREADY DID ONCE” in Vitaly’s below it. Then he hands me his phone. “Type in your number and I’ll text you that pic,” he instructs. “And the other clips I shot, too. Don't worry, I won't share or post anywhere, unless you decide that should be part of your slutty summer project.” “I would appreciate that,” I say. "Look," he says. "I think you're really hot and fun and I'm really turned on by the idea of being like your...I don't know what the term would be... "Fuck Coach," I offer. "I like that," he says, then puts his hand under my nylon vest and caresses by chest and stomach. "I'm serious about it if you are." I feel my breath catch in my throat. I just nod. Yes. Vitaly grabs a towel from my hatchback and wipes the whiteboard clean. Then he uncaps the marker he brought and draws a line straight down the middle of the board. He writes LT on side and LG on the other, then he makes three small hashmarks under the LT. “LT is for Loads Taken. LG is for Loads Given. Right now it’s at zero. We’re not counting the one you shot because it didn’t go inside another pig…but it does look awfully sexy splattered all over that vest.” He pinches a glob of seed off the nylon and sucks it off his fingers. “I want this board filled up by Labor Day," he says. "What do you say to that?" I say, "Yes, Fuck Coach."

You miss my point. First, let's presume that no sane teacher anywhere is exposing children under 10 to "any depiction, description, or simulation of sexual activity, any lewd or lascivious depiction or description of human genitals". I think that's fair. In that case, why are they really making this law? To make it illegal for teachers to discuss "any topic involving gender identity, gender dysphoria, transgenderism, sexual orientation, or related subjects". Which, in the context of materials intended for children under 10, means material such as "Daddy's Roommate" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daddy's_Roommate) But basically ALL materials for children under 10 that portray ANY kind of "STRAIGHT" relationship portray a (cis-hetero) gender identity in completely comparable terms and contexts. Cis-hetero gender identity is completely pervasive in nearly every context to which they are exposed. These materials would be just as illegal under the proposed law. But they are "programming" or "grooming" children to be straight rather than gay, bi, non-binary, trans, or rainbow unicorn. So no one would ever prosecute it.

I've always been curious about piss play but never felt brave enough to ask anyone, or did anyone approach me about it. It wasn't till I was in a group fuck the last one pissed in my ass. It was kinda a violation lol since I never agreed to it or asked for it but wasn't mad and had been wanting to try it. When they saw I was cool with getting it in my hole another unloaded in my mouth. I do think I swallowed much and most of it ended up on me. To this day I love getting in my hole, don't mind it on me, still hate swallowing it and avoid it when I can. Of course Dom Tops that pick up on my dislike of it of course want me to swallow lol. I still don't ask anyone to do it, I prefer people to ask me or just do it, least that why I know they like it. I find more men are into these days though.

I used to spend a lot of time in Mexico City. There are hotels for staying and hotels for fucking and there are bathhouses for fucking as well. Find a good hotel where you can stay and trust their security to protect you and your things. Then either find another hotel for fucking. These are quite cheap and good for an afternoon or evening of fucking. There is also Banos al Senorial, a bathhouse unlike in the US. They have lots of private rooms where you can take another man for fucking and more. They come with an outer room, a toilet, and a shower room. They even have guys who work there for giving massages and a lot more. Specific hotels I do not know as after 2020 some things changes.

Chapter 3 The Kid started coughing and was trying to get fresh air into his lungs. At the same time he felt the guy in his ass pull back a little and ram his cock up the Kid’s fuck chute as far as he could get, he wiggled to make sure the root had plugged the spasming hole wrapped around his cock. He let loose with a torrent of cum into the Kid’s ass The guy pulled his cock out of the Kid and the other guy got behind the Kid. He thought he was going to get fucked again but was surprised when the guy squeezed his cheeks and spread them open, then the guy stared sucking on the Kids gaping hole. The feelings were great to the Kid and he cooed and stated to relax. The heat in his groin was in total control of him now. He remembered this feeling and love letting this part of him go. The Guy stopped and the Kid was disappointed as it felt really great. The Guy took a hit on the Pipe and then went back to the Kid’s ass and Blew that smoke in the Kid’s rectum. He felt it go n and it really felt strange. The guy held the Kid’s cheeks together so it would stay in. The Guy took a second hit and then blew that in the Kids ass. He felt it this time even more, probably because of the Volume. The Guy squeezed the Kid’s cheeks together again and said “ That is really strong stuff ”. The guy opened the Kid’s cheeks and put his mouth on his hole. He stared sucking the white cloud out of the Kid. Between the two hits and the guy had and the heat of the moment he was extremely aggressive with his ass eating. After he got the smoke out he wanted more and began using his teeth to try to open the hole more. The Kid was saying that it hurt and was begging to go easier. The guy didn’t go easy, in fact he bit down on the Kid’s sensitive rectum and the Kid yelled. The pain was intense but in a perverted was it was mixed with extreme pleasure. The totally confused the Kid. He had never felt like pain was the path to pleasure before. He remembered feeling pain when playing in the past but never the intense feeling of satisfaction and pleasure at the same time. The first guy to fuck him was sitting next to him and patted his cock which was now a full staff and ready for another go. The guy looked over and over and said “ Why don’t you come over here and sit on this “ . The Kid got up and turned around and squatted over the cock that was pointing straight up. One of the guys moved it and aimed it at the Kid’s now tender asshole. The Kid started to lower him self down on it when the Guy grabbed his hips and forcefully pulled the Kid down in one swift move. This took the Kid’s breath away at the sudden intrusion. Even though it wasn’t a huge cock he felt as if he was a puppet impaled on a pole. They put the Pipe back to the Kid’s mouth and told him to suck. He did as he was told and before long his head was spinning and he was really enjoying the cock imbedded in his ass. One of the guys there were now watching the Kid get his ass probed deeper than before said “ How old is this Kid. He can’t be legal “. There he was , sitting on this pole grinding his now over heated ass to get more in him, with a nice hard on and no hair from his face down , He looked like a teenager. One of the guys said “ I think we have a really young one to mess up tonight. Little did they know that the Kid was in his early 20s and was out of college already. A guy got om each side and lifted the Kid up and then dropped him back down on the cock. Each time the Kid made a different sound. He also said “ This feels so good. I want more”. It didn’t take long for the guy to say he was about to cum again. He said that this was not normal but this Kid was so hot inside he couldn’t resist giving him more in his sloppy cunt. As he started to cum in this Kid’s ass one of the guys knelt down and started sucking the Kid’s cock. It was long until the Kid erupted into the guy’s mouth. The guy with his cock up the Kids as felt the ring of fire in the kid to start contracting on his cock, it was as if the Kid had a magical cock the could suck like any mouth could. The guy said “ Christ, this kid’s ass is trying to suck my nuts not him “. The two were connected more than most would ever get. About the time the guy was done shooting in the Kid’s ow very sloppy ass the Kid was done shooting his cum down the guy’s throat. There was a very relaxed and feeling between the two of them. He hadn’t felt this connection to anyone for a while. The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling

Chapter 2 The guy sat down next to the Kid. Even though he was off to the side he could see the cock that just split his ass. Even soft it looked Big and thick, it had an impressively big PA in the end of it, bigger that be thought. The Guy pulled out a glass pipe and started to heat it up. He could clearly see the white smoke in the bowel. the Guy looked over at the Kid and Smiled. The Kid had forgotten about the other guys until he felt a finger exploring his hole. Another guy stared fondling the Kid’s cock. He thought it had been a long time snice his cock was this sensitive. It was hard and leaking and the guy hadn’t stared pumping it yet. He looked over at the guy with the glass pipe and the guy said “ Yeah, I have been smoking this all day, and it is some strong shit “. The guy went on to say “ That load of cum and piss I gave you should have you feeling really good by now “. It was true, his ass was in heat and really needed it again, he hadn’t felt this for a while and this was exactly what he needed. The guy said he wished he could get to the Kids mouth, he needed to piss again “. The guy fingering him had gotten three really big fingers in his ass and was pounding on his prostate. The guy playing with his cock said “ I wish we had a really big and sharp shard to work in his hole, get this youngster spun and get this hole ready for any gifts he might get “. The one guy playing with the Kid’s cock said that the Kid had a nice hard cock and it was leaking precum. The one guy that first fucked him said some guys can keep their hard-ons even with Tina, not many but a few do. The Kid was really feeling the Chem piss working on him and said “ I need fucked, please wreck my ass “. The guy pulled his fingers out of the hole and put his cock Up to his hole and pushed in. he wasn’t as long as the other guy but was thicker. He stretched the Kid’s hole open and when he was ready shoved his cock to the hilt. The Kid squeaked when he was fully impaled with that cock and said “ Oh yes. I really need my ass abused “. The guy that was playing with the Kid’s cock reached around and slid a finder in the Kids hole along with the fat cock that was stuffing his hole. The Kid said “ that is really stretching me. Feels good “. Between the chem piss and the assault his ass was getting, the Kid was having problems forming cohesive sentences. The Kid was sweating and really loving the action. The guy slid two more fingers up the Kids poor stretched ass. The Kid yelped and said “ Ouch ! That Hurts “. The guy sitting next to him with the glass pipe said “ You asked for it you little fag, now take it, and shut the fuck up“. He took the pipe and put it in the Kids mouth. The Kid knew what to do with it at this point and stared inhaling the white clouds of smoke into his lungs. The First one wasn’t very big, and the guy got annoyed at him and told him to take another hit and make it a big one and hold it. The Kid knew by his tone that he better not get him any more annoyed at him so he took a big hit and held it as long as he thought he could. When he let it out his head was spinning and his has was again the center of his universe. The fingers that were in his ass were dancing in his with that cock and everything felt natural. The guy with the Pipe said that he wish he still had the bag he started with, It had a really big and nasty shard that I would have loved to seen what the Kid would be like when he got spun out of his mind. He put that pipe back at the Kid’s mouth and said “ I think you’re going to need another hit of this, make it even bigger”. The Kid wanted another hit but he didn’t think he cold do more than the last time. The Kid inhaled slower this time and forced his lungs to expand to take more. The Guy pulled the Pipe away from the Kid and set it down. The Kid started to exhale and the Guy put his hand over the Kid’s mouth and nose. The stopped the Kid form getting the white metal tasting smoke out of his lungs. He felt the finger being pulled from his ass and an arm holding his body down. The Kid stared to struggle but in that position, he couldn’t do much plus the cock that was in his ass felt great. He didn’t want to lose the intrusion up his butt but at the same time he needed to let the Tina out of his lungs. The guy in his ass said “ Hold him down boys, this Kid’s ass it trying to bite my cock off at the root. It feels great “. The guy holding his mouth closed finally pulled his hand off the Kid’s mouth. The Kid started coughing and was trying to get fresh air into his lungs. At the same time he felt the guy in his ass pull back a little and ram his cock up the Kid’s fuck chute as far as he could get, he wiggled to make sure the root had plugged the spasming hole wrapped around his cock. He let loose with a torrent of cum into the Kid’s ass

I think a spin off of Justin would be really hot. Please. Use the premise from Chapter 12 Maybe invite guys from his swim team. Justin could be the very horny EVIL step brother. ( Justin came closer to us. He was holding my phone as I had thought. "Why do you have my phone? Are you like taking pics of this?" )

Depends on your standards I guess. I have a few zoo themed toys some people would look at in total shock, and have put a whole plethora of household objects up my ass over the years. Maybe one of the weirdest/most fetishy is I have a very old wooden police nightstick that is wonderfully thick I'll slide a condom on and fuck my ass with, which has to be one of the few times out of porn anyone's enjoyed a nightstick up the ass lol. And in my youth I used to be into lubing up and inserting eggs into my ass and then watching myself push them out. Been a very long time since I've tried that though. Pretty take stuff by most comparisons around here I imagine

We discuss likes and dislikes. I remind him ive never done anything like this before. I think he sees this as a chance to mold be to something of a plaything. He asks if I like black cock. I tell him I dont mind. We start to smoke. This time I am smoking as I please having my own supply and a share of G. He asks me if i want to try a booty bump. I know what he means but ask him anyway. After explaining he starts to make some up. I can see the ladyboy is tired and she has detached herself from our trio. We bump and I feel weird with my ankles behing my back and a pretty heavily dosed syringe of ice being shot into my spunk lined asshole. He asks me to come with me to a friends apartment to retrieve something. I dress in a girls sweatpants and ill fitting girls teeshirt. It was in the same apartment complex and we cut through the underground carpark. It was daytime much to my surprise. People are starting . Am I paranoid? I realiise I dont care. We arrive at the other apartment. It took about 5 to 10 minutes I cant tell. We are still carrying our bumps and its kicking in nicely. He explains its a friends place. Some older guy he hooks up with. No one is home when we arrive. I start looking around a little. The older guy has a full on sling room with all kinds of rubber, latex, porn and sex toys scattered around. My brazilian friend switches on the light. The bulb is red and he has some kind of disco ball spinning. Added to the chems it looks like disneyland for grown ups. I tell him im going to the bathroom. He is fully naked at this point. I remember how scarily big his cock is and stare at it as he smiles. I drop my bump in the shower. I feel my ass. Its open and moist inside. I shower off and start playing with my ass in the shower finfering it. My cock is roch hard and my ass feels like its got a separate high going all by itself. After a few minutes I dry myself off and we chat for a few minutes. He has a small bag of powder and asks if i want to try. Fuck yes, it could be anything from crack to rat poison but i need it. He crushed it up and makes up 2 lines. He hands me a metal tube and says "one in each side" I gobble them up sniffing as hard as i can. Im hit with a horrible taste at the back of my throat. I cant figure out if its bitter or something else. He makes up another 2 lines which i assume are for him. Go again he says. I dont hesitate. This tastes just as bad. I feel no different but suddenly i start sucking his cock.I cang get half way down without nearly gagging. We sit for a few minutes. Hes on and off his phone messaging. I start to feel a little weird after a while and without hesitating he moves me to the other room and puts me in the sling. He binds my hands and feet to the sling so i cant get up and pulls me forward for a bit so my ass is hanging over the sling. I feel him starting to switch between eating my asshole and fingering. Im gyrating. It feels incredible. He starts to push his cock into me and slowly starts fucking me as i start seeing myself drift down into the earth and part lizzard people doing scientific experiments. I keep going down the dimensions. One of the lizard men sees me. He looks surprised that ive floated into his dimension. I keep drifting down into the earths core. I see lava but i dont feel the heat. After what appeared to be 5 minutes i begin to drift out. I look up to see the red light on and disco lights spinning. Ive no idea where i am. I see someone fucking me but i barely feel it. Hes hammering me as hard as he can like hes trying to shred the inside of my asshole. I notice 2 other figures in the room but cant make out who they are. On of them is putting a needle into my shoulder its my brazilian friend, i look back at the figure fucking me but cant make it out. I start to gyrate again the guy fucking me begins to slow and starts playing with my cock. Then shapes moving. Triangles like a kaleidoscope. After the shapes disappear i begin to open my eyes. Nobody is with me.My hands and feet are undone and the lights are on. I sit there for a while until i can pull myself up. My brazilian friend is in his clothes. He helps me up and into the sitting room. I can feel cum dribbling down my the inside of my legs as he hels me to the kitchen table. He gets me a glass of water and asks how i am. I say horny and he smiles