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Sunday night I was eager and ready to go after the activity that I had seen on Saturday at Hampstead Heath. While prepping, I have been playing on BBRT and was messaging in English Top that was interested in using me prior to Hampstead Heath. He told me he was on the way and would be happy to be the first. Turned out to be a super nice guy. We chatted and had a beer for a bit. after making out, he pulled out a decent 7 inch cock and told me to suck it. Enjoyed pulling my head closer in, causing me to choke on his dick as he got it deeper down my throat. He told me that I was bringing out his aggressive side as he spanked my ass pretty hard. We moved into the bedroom where I get started his dick some more Until he told me to ride his dick. He grabbed my throat while I was riding him sliding his pole up and down me. Then he flipped me over and took me from behind while slapping my ass and pulling my hair. He started to tell me how much he loved sluts and how he was going to load me up before I went to a Hampstead Heath. Soon he got me on my back and rammed it in holding onto my throat. I knew he was getting close as he pushed my legs further back and leaned deeper into me. He roared and rabbit thrust into me rapidly squeezing out every drop of cum from his balls. I cleaned him off savoring the taste of his cum and my ass. I thanked him for his load and continued on my journey. Within minutes of arrival at the fuck tree, I had a heavyset black guy grunting away while he used my hole. Then came a stretch that was the best part of the evening. After the black guy was done, A young, white, attractive, and athletic guy started to finger my ass. Another guy on the other side was jerking on my dick and also trying to finger me. I wanted to be sure that the attractive guy knew that I was interested in him so I pushed the other guys hand away. He had a nice solid 7+ inches of dick. It wasn’t the biggest or thickest dick that I’ve taken but it was rock hard. I sucked on it and deep throated him while he fingered me more. The bloke took out a condom and started to wrap his dick. I was disappointed but I thought “oh well let’s just go for it. My job IS to service men”. Slid into my cummy hole and fucked like young guys do; Rough with little finesse and wanting to drain their balls. After a while he stopped and pulled out and tapped me on the ass. I wasn’t sure if he had cum. So I squatted down and started to suck his dick. I still didn’t think that he had come yet. He remained hard. I got up, took his dick and slid it right back in my hole raw. He didn’t object. That young buck fucked harder and deeper with abandon while raw until he shot in me. He seemed to go crazy feeling the smooth slickness of my loaded ass. He shot gallons and cum started running down my leg when he pulled out. The guy that had been watching jumped on me and his semi-flaccid cock came rather quickly. I decided to take a break and walk around. Shortly afterwards, I ran into another young attractive athletic guy that had clearly just arrived. I checked him out and he checked me out and I walked over to another clearing in the park with a fallen down tree and pulled down my sweats. He didn’t waste any time. He pulled out his boner. I went to suck it but he pushed me over the tree. As I leaned over I heard the crackle of a wrapper being ripped and I thought “Damn, what is with the British and their condoms???“. Crazily enough, the same pattern happened. He fucked me for a while and then said he was going to take a break. However he didn’t leave and stood there looking at me. I got down and swallowed his nice hard 7 inches. I then turned around and did the same maneuver that worked on the other guy. Just shoved his cock into my wet and juicy ass. No resistance. Balls slapping my ass hard till he blew his load deep into my ass. Oh to be young and full of cum! After I cleaned him off, another guy that had been watching came over and started to eat the cum out of my ass. He alternated between munching on my hole and fucking me as he came and added to the DNA in my hole. We had also had an audience. An Indian or Pakistani guy had been watching us and entered me as soon as the other top was done. He didn’t last for a long time and came rather quickly with his small slender dick. After that, I got a little more action. One with a older gentleman that seriously looked like a leprechaun. When I squatted to suck his dick cum poured out of my hole. He had me on my knees in the dirt because he was so short. Nothing was as fun as the earlier fucks so I left. I had to get back to the hotel to shower and get my luggage for my early morning flight. Needless to say I got no sleep that night but it was absolutely worth it!

Chapter 17: Pozza Boy part 2. The Dr came to the room where we were watching, and told us that he felt the boy was ready and willing to be pozzed. He said the boy was on the table ass up, blindfolded and that he scatched his ass to prepare it for me. The doctor said as the boy was blindfolded, he wanted to have some fun with him. He said that I would be the one to breed him, but that he would be the only one talking. Strange but kinda hot and I agreed to it. When we got into the room, the doctor told the boy that he wanted to do another prostrate exam on him to be sure. He said this time he would be using a specialized instrument which was more accurate. He explained that it would be a bit more unomfortable but it was worth it. The doctor then handed me a toothbrush to better prepare his hole. I slipped the brush up his ass, and the boy moaned in pleasure saying it actually felt good. The doctor explained that the device would increase in intensity, at which point I began to get more aggressive with the brush. After a few minutes of brushing, I pulled it out and saw it was quite bloody. The boy said it did hurt but not that bad. The doctor explained that he was now going to inject something in his ass to make it feel better. The pizza boy was confused, and reminded the doctotr that he mentioned that he said he didnt want to be the one to gift him. The doctor said he couldnt resist his tight hole, and willing to take that risk. The doctor continued by saying that he needed to start by taking a smaller cock first, as his hole was quite tight. With that I buried my cock in him, and pumped my newly poz load in him in about 20 minutes. The excitement of me possibly charging my first negative boy was overwhelming. Just a few weeks ago I was charged and now there was a good chance that I charged someone. The doctor told the boy he'd be right back, and motioned me towards the door. Before I exited, he reached down for my cock, cleaning any remaining cum from it, and rubbing it on his cock. He whispered to me to go to the other room, and I'd understand why. The doctor gave me a few minutes and then took the blindfold off of the boy instructing him to clean his cock. The boy eagerly did so. After he finished, he thanked the doctor for seeding him. The doctor said there was a chance that he pozzed him as he was only off meds for a short while. The doctor said that he would arrange for another exam at his home, along with the others he met when delivering the pizza. He advised the pizza boy to work his ass with dildos to prepare as he's already seen my partners and the waiters cocks, and obviously they were much larger, and would likely be uncomfortable for him, and he wanted the session to be comfortable for him. He should enjoy his pozzing and not let the pain of their cocks put a damper on it. The doctor asked him when he would be working late and closing next. The boy said in 2 days. The doctor explained that he would order pizza and request that he deliver it. He instructed the boy to bring an overnight bag, as he would be spending the night getting seeded by the four of us. With that he dismissed the boy by giving him a deep kiss.

Chapter 16: Pozza Boy ***Writers Note **** I am not a medical expert, and not qualified to give medical advice. Any discussion of meds here has been researched, and found to be credible though. After we fucked our brains out, we gathered at the pool. The doctor confirmed that I was pozzed, and highly toxic, he suggested I spread my seed as quickly as possible. We said we already had someone in mind who at least said he was interested in that opportunity. The Dr asked who, and we told him about the pizza guy. He laughed and said don't you mean the Pozza Boy? The doctor suggested I strike while the iron was hot. We said we had only mentioned it to him once, and he seemed interested. The doctor suggested that we refer him to make and appointment with him, simply to see if he showed and was truly interested. The doctor said he'd discuss things with him, similar to how he did with me. Low and behold the pizza boy texted my partner asking when we could get together. My partner asked him if he was free, and he said yes, he was off. My partner told him that before we played, he needed to see the doctor for an exam. The pizza boy asked when, and we looked at the doctor and he said in 2 hrs. He said to tell the pizza boy to clean out, as there would be an anal exam involved. The pizza boy quickly replied, yes Sir, I'll be there in 2 hours! We still had our doubts, but the doctor suggested we go grab lunch, and then return to the office. He explained that he had a secret camera in the exam room, and we could watch from an adjoining room! We finished our lunch, and the doctor made sure the video feed was working between the rooms. The pizza boy actually arrived 15 minutes early! The doctor invited him into the exam room and told him to strip. He dropped trou and was wearing a sexy red jock that highlighted his cock The doctor said very nice, and asked him why he wanted to take a poz cock. The boy said that he recently started to bareback, and knew it would eventually happen. He preferred that he got it over with and then go on meds. Great seague for the doctor to start a conversation on drugs. He explained that there were many options for him. He said as he was new to BB sex, his first option was Prep. He said after 2 weeks, it presented sex without worries, with the exception of STI's. The doctor explained that they would eventually happen, but there were meds to treat them. He also told him there was PEP and he if he had sex with us, it was likely that he would poz, as right now we were all highly toxic. He said that some guys guys live the fantasy of being pozzed but then regret it. He said PEP was for those guys. He said that if we did breed him and he changed his mind on pozzing, the maximum time that PEP was an option was 72 hours, however 24 hours was most effective. The pizza boy said he'd never heard of it, but he said he'd have no regrets. The doctor said never say never. Fantasy and reality were VERY different. He reminded him that we were both very toxic and a conversion was highly likely. The doctor continued by telling him that if he were pozzed, he had the option of going on meds. The boy responded that he wanted Aids. The doctor explained that was a common misconception. He said pozzing meant you had contracted HIV, and that AIDS typically took 5 or more years to develop. The boy acknowledged he didn't know that. I'll give the boy credit, he had some good questions. He then asked the doctor how come the time to reach AIDS varied. The doctor explained that it depended on many factors. The strain that the gifter shared, or even if the person went on med holidays. With that the doctor asked if there were any other questions, and if not to take the jock off, and get on the exam table. The boy wasted no time releasing his hard cock from his jock. The doctor told him that his normal routine would be sticking his cock up the ass, but as he recently went on a meds holiday, he was highly toxic and didn't want to be the one to poz him. The doctor began by putting the speculum up his ass, and noticed he was quite tight. The doctor knew he had seen my partners cock, and asked if he could take it. The boy said it would definitely be a challenge. The doctor then dropped his pants reveling his hard cock and asking if he could take it. The boy said he'd taken bigger, so yea. The doctor reminded him it wasn't the size of the cock, but the magic in it. With that the doctor released the speculum, and shoved a finger in, massaging the boys prostrate, and scratching his hole some. I'd didn't take long for the pizza boy to shoot a massive load. With that the doctor told him his exam was completed, and wanted to know what his thoughts were . The boy said he wanted to become poz, and thanked the doctor for discussing the options with him. The doctor told him he needed to check on another patient but to lay on the table ass up. The boy did so, and the doctor put a blindfold on him. Part 2 to follow!

Coming Home 2 Part of me couldn’t comprehend what was happening... I was on my knees with Frankie’s cock... a cuntboy’s cock... in my mouth but it was what I needed. Finally losing myself in the moment, I worked my tongue against his now hard cock. “Fucking cocksucking cuntboy...” Daddy growled in approval, watching Frankie holding my face with both hands and begin to plunge in and out. I was gagging but soon got into the rhythm... remembering to time my breathing between each thrust. It was coming back to me. The memories came rushing back... the taste of precum... the feeling of serving cock. Every time the helmet of the cuntboy’s cock hit the back of my throat, it reinforced my place in the world. This was where I belonged. I was born to service all cocks. The assault continued and soon I could feel Frankie’s grip tighten. This was the moment I now worked for.... “GODDAMN CUNTMOUTH!” Frankie yelled pulling his cock back and shooting a huge load on my tongue. Greedily, I swallowed the salty load as his shaft now rested on my tongue before withdrawing. “Cuntmouth,” Frankie smiled, tracing my lips with his thumb and I took it in without a second thought. “Yeah, cuntmouth” I moaned, realizing the transformation that just happened. My eyes kept focus on Sammy’s sweating face... his dilated greens eyes fixed on me. “Fucking cuntboy...” he laughed… beading sweat rolling off and hitting me. Releasing his thumb... a representation of his cock... I moved down to his right foot and kissed it. “Now that’s my cuntboy,” Daddy smiled as Frankie raised his right foot. I took the offered foot in my hands and began to worship it... gently holding it with both hands while my tongue slowly moved from heel along the arch to his toes... sucking each individual one before moving to the other foot. Satisfied, I sat back on my haunches and took in the cuntboy I had just serviced. I was in awe... I had come full circle. I had been allowed to service the cuntboy I was all those years ago. Seeing the look on my face, Frankie pulled me up by my collar into a passionate kiss and tasted the remnants of the first load he was to leave in my cuntmouth. “I’m glad you realized your place.” said, licking his lips. “Though, I’m not sure you had a choice. Daddy was bent on having you back.” Raising my hands to Frankie’s hands still tightly on my collar, I nodded. “And now I have a cuntbro.” I smiled, squeezing his hands. Feeling Daddy’s strong hands on our shoulders, we both turned to him. Daddy stood in front of us with a devilish grin, “Well Sammy, what are you thinking?” Smiling back, “Fuck Daddy, I’m a fucking cuntboy again. And this time, it’s for keeps... what more can I say?” A look of tenderness came over his face for a moment and he moved towards us. We readily accepted his tongue exploring our cuntmouths as his hands moved to invade our cunts. “Shit!” we, his cuntboys, growled in unison before he pushed me aside. Now on the floor, I began to whimper watching my cuntbro on all fours take Daddy’s now hard cock. “Fucking cuntboy,” Daddy growled, hearing my whimpers. “There’s another packed pipe in the drawer over there,” he motioned. “Fucking get used to not being the only cuntboy,” Quickly, I crawled over to the drawer and pulled out the glass pipe and held it to my lips while lighting the torch and warming the bowl. The crystals began to glow and release the thick white clouds and I inhaled deeply. Holding it in my lungs, I watched the frenzied fucking Daddy was giving Frankie. Releasing the cloud, I moaned in a jealous fit, wanting Daddy’s cock for myself. I crawled over to them, trying to force myself into the fucking. Angered, Daddy pushed me back. “GET THE FUCK BACK CUNTBOY!” he yelled as he pounded my cuntbro. “FUCKING SMOKE THAT SHIT AND WATCH!” Dejected, I moved to pick up the pipe and took a long, deep hit. The chems seemed to relax me and I began to get turned on watching my cuntbro take Daddy’s cock. “Fuck yeah!” I growled, watching the look on Frankie’s face with every stroke. “Take Daddy’s cock, cuntbro!” “Yeah, cuntbro?” he responded. “You like watching me take cock?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned, exhaling other cloud. I remained there... now a total chemmed-up cuntboy, watching them. My hands moved to my crotch and grabbed at my limp cock and pulled.... “Fuck!” I whimpered... “Useless!” Daddy laughed, continuing to pound Frankie’s cunt. “Fucking useless tina dick on your cuntbro, Frankie!” “S’ok, cuntbor.” Frankie grunted, “No one’s gonna want your tina dick anyway. It’s your cunt that Daddy wants. Fuck your cock... it’s all about cunt for you.” I continued watching... hoping that Daddy would tire of him but the intense fucking continued. I was growing agitated, until I heard Daddy call to me. I immediately, straightened up but it wasn’t what I wanted. “Get the fuck over here, Sammy.” he yelled, “Feed some of those clouds to your cuntbro.” The disappointment was all over my face... I slowly moved to them. “NOW!” Daddy yelled, shoving his cock into Frankie’s cunt and forcing him down on his elbows... cunt up. Quickly, I scrambled and placed the pipe stem in Frankie’s mouth and lit the bowl. “Get him nice and spun like you, Sammy.” Daddy ordered watching him take in the smoke. “That’s it... more.” Inhaling deeply, Frankie held it in and raised his chin to me with a pleading look. I smiled and lowered my cuntmouth to his... our lips almost touching. He began to release the white cloud and I instinctively took it in. “AGAIN!” He ordered and we began to exchange clouds. The fucking increased as Daddy’s thrusts became shorter and harder... With lips now sealed together, our tongues began to clash as the cloud enveloped both cuntmouths. Knowing it wouldn’t be long now, we both inhaled the last remnants of the cloud as Daddy exploded in Frankie’s cunt. “GODDAMN CUNTS!” Daddy roared, exploding into Frankie. Finally spent, Daddy stood, grasped my head and smashed it against Frankie’s face, forcing our cuntmouths together. “SHARE!” he ordered forcing us to expel the last of the cloud in our lungs into each other. The combination of chems and what I had just been subjected now drove me crazy. Immediately, I moved to Daddy’s cock to clean it... tasting the remains of his load and my cuntbro’s cuntjuices. “Good cuntboy,” Daddy sighed from pleasure, “You remember your training.” Satisfied I had done my job, Daddy patted my head and motioned to Frankie. “Go on... Feed.” Immediately, I moved to Frankie’s leaking cunt and spread his asscheeks to reveal his wet swollen cuntlips. “Beautiful!” I moaned and began to lap up the fluids. God... I didn’t realize how I missed it! The nerve endings in my now shaved skin began to pulse, and I continued to feed on the intoxicating mixture. “FUCK SAMMY!” Frankie bellowed, shoving himself onto my face and covering my face in remains of the fuck and my saliva. “Alright Sammy.” Daddy said, interrupting my feeding. I continued on, ignoring my Daddy. “I said, ALRIGHT!” he ordered, pulling me off and slapping me across the face. I was in shock... all I could do was stare into Daddy’s angry face. Seeing the chem-fueled glaze on mine, Daddy took a breath. “Put him in the bed and get him something out of the medicine cabinet...” he told Frankie before turning back to me. “Guess it’s been a bit overwhelming...” he said, holding my face in his hands. “Welcome home, cuntboy. It’s been a long time.”

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Going Home I walked straight into the living room and went to the bar leaving a trail of discarded clothes behind. Eyeing the scotch, I poured the amber liquid into the tumbler and sighed while raising the glass and taking note of the distinct streaks running down the sides. “Fuck...” I groaned, the aroma filling my nose and mouth. I took a sip of the layers of sweet and aromatic smoke and sat down... my bare skin against the cool leather of the chair. Feeling the warmth go down my throat, I casually grabbed my cock and balls with my left hand before leaving the full sac nestled in my palm. It had been a long week and I was ready for the weekend. Finally relaxed, I wandered into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Turning on the water, I felt the warm rush covering my body and release the built-up tension from the work week. It had been two weeks... two weeks of grueling work leaving me with no time to breed a tight cunt. Grabbing some body wash, I closed my eyes and began to stroke my thickening cock. Fuck... it felt so good but I was determined to save my load for later and continued to shower. Walking back into the bedroom, I smiled at the leather gear I had prepared that morning. “Now first things first,” I grinned, grabbing my size 11 boots and slipped my socked feet into them and laced up. Seeing the metal glint of the thick cockring, I picked up the heavy piece and squeezed my cock and full sac through until they stood out prominently from my crotch. Next, I grabbed the leather jock and raised it to my nose... the mixture of the leather and my sweaty musk filled my nostrils. I bent down, stepped into the leg straps and eased the jock up my muscled legs. With care, I firmly placed my cock and sac in the soft enveloping leather pouch. I then grabbed the leather buckled armband and fastened it around my left bicep, pulling it taut, and buckled it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I ran my fingers down my bicep and felt the subtle pulsing of the vein. I smiled and took a deep breath. Feeling the black leather of the chaps calling me, I picked it up, taking in the leather aroma and fastened the waistband around my 34” waist and smoothed the hide down. Sliding the zipper up the inside of each leg, I could feel the leather now encasing my legs like a second skin. Grabbing at my now hard cock trying to escape its confines I reached for the harness. Dropping it over my shoulders, I secured the straps tightly. Turning to face the mirror, I stood legs spread and cupped my prominent pecs with both hands before slipping my fingers to the ringed tits and roughly pulled at them... eliciting a growl escaping my open mouth. God, it felt so good! It was the one thing from my early days as a sub that I could never overcome... those were the days when my tits were connected to my cunt. Yeah... I had a cunt then but now I crave to breed cunt and have never looked back. I stood there taking myself in. Sure, I was now in my mid 40s but I could still see vestiges of those days. “Genetics,” I grunted. Gone was the smooth 6’ 175lb 20-something black haired blue-eyed sub that lived for cock. I continued going to the gym which ensured my body had grown into the solid muscled form in the mirror. My buzz cut, as well as my beard, now had hints of grey and I no longer kept my body smooth. My pecs were covered with a coat of soft fur and, while my crotch was no longer completely smooth, I kept it trimmed down to proudly show off the large cock and full sac that I had inherited from my father. Feeling the hard shaft pulsing to escape its leathered confines, I remembered the times when I felt it a curse... a complete sub with a large cock and low-hanging sac that teased bottom subs into begging to have it inside them. It was a warm summer night so I made my way to the bar nearby by foot. Walking into the dark bar, it was his piercing green eyes that immediately drew me to the boy standing at the bar taking the last sip of beer. There was something about him... The boy was late 20’s, standing about 6’ with black hair and scruffy beard. He was pretty much non-descript and would have been overlooked by some. But having done this for a while, I could discern his solid muscled frame covered by the loose shirt, jeans and beat up sneakers. Approaching the bar, Brian the bartender greeted me with my usual beer ready on the counter. “Two,” I brusquely ordered without giving him a second look. Knowing my routine, Brian looked over to the guy and nodded... The second beer appeared and I handed it to the boy without saying a word. He took hold of the bottle and took a long swallow without missing a beat. I was definitely intrigued. I motioned to the back patio and left him behind, knowing he would follow. Walking past a loud group of men, I made my way to the empty back corner and waited while I drank my beer. I stood there for a bit with no sign of him. “Fucker...” I thought, surprised the boy hadn’t immediately followed and roughly put the bottle down on the table. That’s when I saw the boy approaching... “Fucking cunt....” I growled, seeing him transformed out of his street clothes into the perfect leather sub. I studied the boy as he confidently moved towards me with two full beers while the crowd parted to let him through. His pecs were now framed in a harness showing off his muscled smooth pecs topped with a set of ringed tits just begging to be tortured. My eyes continued down his defined abs to the stretched out black mesh jockstrap containing a massive bulge before moving down past his thick thighs to take in his powerful booted legs. Arriving, he handed me the beer. “Good boy,” I slowly growled showing my approval at his transformation. “Thank you, Sir.” he replied with what I could have sworn was a slight attitude but I overlooked it. I wasn’t in the mood to play a long-drawn-out game and I wanted to fuck... this one would more than do. Frank was his name and he was new to the city. We kept the conversation to the basics while we had another couple of rounds... all the time ignoring the gathering crowd around us. Suddenly, I could hear the crowd quiet at the front of the patio and begin to murmur but I was fixed on the boy in front of me. That's when it happened... a strap of leather came down between us and was quickly fastened and locked around Frank’s neck. Standing still, the now collared boy lowered his eyes. “Sooo, Sammy” a familiar voice came from behind the collared boy, “I see you’ve taken a liking to my boy.” Surprised at hearing that name after all these years, I looked up and saw him. It was Dan, my first Daddy... the one who transformed me into a cuntboy all those years ago. He had aged but was still a formidable man. Now in his 60’s, his 6’3” muscled frame was still solid and stood out in his gear. His azure blue eyes now even more striking with his silver hair. For a second, I didn’t know what to do, but Dan quickly put me at ease. “Sorry SAM,” he emphasized. “Old habits...” he laughed, taking a swig of his beer. “It’s been a while...” “Uhhh DaddDAN,” I said, quickly correcting myself. “I didn’t know you were back in town.” “Just moved back this week,” he said, grabbing the beer in his boy’s hand and slipping it into the boy’s cunt, “and I brought this one back with me.” Removing the now cunt-slicked bottle, Dan handed it to his boy who took it without a second thought and drank. “He takes to training quickly.” Dan laughed, placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing. “It’s good seeing you.” Finally at ease, we talked about our lives as the crowd increased and drew us closer together as I felt the sexual tension rise. “Finish up,” Dan suddenly snapped at the boy and walked away... leaving me surprised. Quickly, the boy downed the remainder of his beer and followed obediently behind. I just stood watching the boy’s muscled ass framed in the black straps of his jock. He stopped and looked back at me. “You know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” he said matter-of-factly and motioned towards Dan. “Let’s go.” I took a final gulp and made my way inside and through the busy bar. Finally outside, I joined them in the parking lot as a car arrived. “I ordered a car... yours should be fine here.” Dan said, fingering the boy’s cunt. I nodded, not letting on that I lived close by and got into the vehicle with the boy between me and Dan. Making our way to their place, we bantered about nothing in particular while my hand explored the boy’s fleshy cuntlips. Dan, seemingly oblivious, rested his arm across the boy’s back. “We’re here,” Dan squeezed my shoulder as the boy shifted to give me access to his moist cunt. Getting out of the car, I scratched my nose to smell the fresh cunt juices covering my fingers. My cock jumped and I took a quick taste of the musky cuntjuices on my fingers. Walking into the house, I took in the living room. Dan had always had good taste and this place was no exception. “This way,” Dan growled, leading me through the house to what appeared to be a guestroom. Entering, I smiled... remembering he always had a room set up for play.... sling, fuck bench, St. Andrews cross and a large bed covered in black rubber sheets. “Daddy,” I heard the boy say and I turned... forgetting he was addressing the Daddy who stood next to me. The boy passed me and handed Dan the already lit pipe. They began sharing the pipe while I stood there watching them take the hits. After a few, Dan passed me the pipe and leaned in to blow a thick white cloud into his boy’s mouth. Watching the sight before me, I took a long drawn out hit while they began to devour each other in a deep kiss. Dan’s strong hands roamed over the smooth muscled back of his current boy and pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing the boy’s cunt as if to tease me. I continued the hits until the bowl was empty and still, they continued... tongues clashing and licking. My cock was now straining inside my jock and I released it. The minutes passed and I couldn’t take my eyes off them while I continued stroking. Eying me, Dan turned the boy around to face me and stood behind him. Releasing the boy’s large cock from the stretched-out mesh pouch, he held it firmly in his rough hand. “See this cock, Sam?” Dan growled at me. “This cock is useless... it’s all about cunt on this one. Remind you of anyone?” And with a scowl, he turned to the boy... “Sam there was once my cuntboy like you are now. Go on... I know you want to service that cock. But don’t get any fucking ideas... you’re mine until I decide otherwise.” Now spun, I realized what had drawn me to this boy! “Fuck....” I moaned seeing the hung cuntboy before me... I was him at that age! With that, the cuntboy dropped to his knees, crawled to me and took me in with his eager mouth. “Fuck yes, cuntboy! Take it all!” I growled as his tongue worked its way around my shaft. “Get me ready to fucking breed your cunt!” Obediently, he took a breath and opened his jaw to take my cock while reaching up and grasping my glutes to pull me in deeper. I quickly grabbed his head with both hands and held it there as his lips began to ever so slightly move against the shaft. His tongue now settled underneath, he began to gently lap at the underside. “Goddamn hot cuntmouth...” I grunted feeling his fingers begin to move towards my hole which caused me to lose the moment. I let go of his head and angrily pushed his hands away. Grabbing his head again, I began to brutally face fuck the cuntboy. I quickly pumped my swelling cock in and out of his throat. With my pace increasing, I could feel myself losing control so I quickly pushed him down on all fours and shoved my cock inside him until my crotch slapped against his ass cheeks. “Fuck yeah!” the cuntboy cried out feeling my cock fill him. “Goddamn right, cuntboy!” I growled pulling back, leaving only my cockhead inside him before shoving it back inside... “Gonna breed that cunt til it’s full!” Grabbing his hips, I began pummeling that hot cunt... harder and faster with every stroke as sweat began to cover us. “Please!” the boy kept up... pleading to be fucked as he felt my cock engorge and stretch him further. “Dammit Dan!” I growled continuing the pounding, “Fucking hot cunt!” That’s when I felt the point of no return... I couldn’t hold it back any longer and with a final thrust, I shoved my cock in to the hilt. “Aww fuck!” I roared feeling his cunt tighten. flooding his cunt with hot cum before falling on his back and taking hold of his tits. “Yes!” the cuntboy purred... his cuntlips milking my shaft for the remnants of my load as I rested on his back. Pushing myself off the cuntboy, I straightened up, moved to face him and took his face in my hands. “Cuntboy...” I murmured., seeing the expression of desire and submission in those now dilated green eyes. Unexpectedly, I leaned in and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. “Wow... didn’t expect that.” Dan chuckled, watching us continue to devour each other. My hands slipped down his face and began to explore his sweaty body. It was as if I was inspecting my own body... albeit 20 years ago. Not satisfied yet, I again grabbed his head. Thinking I was going to kiss him, he moved in but I swiftly I buried myself in his throat... smashing his face and nose against my crotch, releasing the contents of my bladder. “That’s it, drink it down cuntboy, swallow it all...” I ordered, stroking his face as he gulped the hot piss down. With the last drops running down his throat, I felt his lips run along the surface of my cock as his cuntmouth released me. Taking the final drop from my piss slit, he moved down to my sac and engulfed one of my balls and rolled it over his tongue before moving on to the other. “Shit!” I growled, enjoying the attention. And that's when I felt Dan’s rough hands on me. For a minute I tried to fight back but the chems and the sensation of the cuntmouth on my sac overcame any resistance. I could feel him removing my arm band and replace it a rubber tourniquet. The grip of the rubber became tighter, almost painful around my bicep. “Relax...” he ordered, slipping a large dosed rig into my bulging vein to mix its contents with my blood. “Fuck yes...” I moaned, feeling the small amount of pressure as the plunger dropped and filled me. Time seemed to stop and go backwards at the same time... I was reliving my first slam at the hands of this man yet here I was, no longer a cuntboy... I was being serviced by a cuntboy now. I was confused. “Come on Sammy, enjoy it.” Dan laughed seeing my confusion. “What... Oh god!” I babbled, feeling my sac now fully in the cuntboy’s mouth as Dan began circling. “It’s been a while hasn’t it, Sammy?” he taunted me, slapping my cheek with the hard shaft. “Remember how much you loved servicing my cock.” My eyes followed the familiar jutting cock and it all came flooding back. My mouth began to water, remembering the feeling of my lips sliding over the veined shaft... my jaw fell slack. I couldn’t fight the desire... my tongue extended to accept Dan’s cock as the cuntboy released my sac and moved to the side of the room where I wasn’t able to see him. “That’s it, Sammy... take it in.” he grunted. I immediately began worshipping the cock, tasting the precum now streaming from his piss slit on my tongue. “Good boy... you miss it don’t you?” Dan laughed, grabbing my head and shoving his cock further in. “Fuck yes...” I mumbled, not missing him calling me ‘boy’… the shaft continued making its way along my tongue until I felt the helmet in my throat. “Yeah, thought so.” he growled and began thrusting. I moaned with hunger for his cock and the hours of cocksucking training I had been subjected to came back to me. I began the manipulation and vibrations that I knew would produce the explosion of cum that I craved. “Not yet boy!!!” Dan yelled pushing me off his cock and stood before me. I took him in as if for the first time... he was a leather god! How could I ever had stopped worshipping him? I wanted nothing more than to serve this man... My eyes moved down his sturdy frame and focused on his boots. I wanted to lick those boots, taste them and feel them on my tongue. “Go on boy...” he ordered, seeing the need to service on my face. Immediately, I crawled forward and began to lick the boot, tasting the tart leather on my tongue. Moaning, I moved over the leather before moving onto its mate... ensuring both shone with saliva. Once done, I sat back on my haunches causing my ass cheeks to spread and I could feel a hunger begin to emanate from deep inside me. I knew what I was feeling but there was a part of me that couldn’t vocalize it as Dan studied me. “Prepare him!” he ordered the cuntboy now standing next to him. Without a word, the cuntboy motioned to follow him as he left the room. Not understanding, I remained there for a second. “NOW!” Dan roared, pushing back to the floor with his size 13 boot. Rising, I rushed out into the hallway and saw the cuntboy walking into another room. Entering, I saw it must have been Dan’s bedroom. Passing the large four poster bed covered in luxurious fabrics, I made my way into the bathroom where I saw the cuntboy, now stripped naked, in the large shower area. “Strip and get in,” he said, “The cockring too.” Dropping my gear, I entered the tiled area and he began to cover my face in lather. I was shocked and speechless to what was happening... I just froze as he started to remove my beard. Next was the fur on my chest before moving to my pits and then down the arms to the back of my hands. Legs were then done. Satisfied, he eyed my crotch. “Relax,” he said, lathering my crotch. I began to shiver as he worked to shave around the base of my cock before pulling on my sac and shaving it. My crotch now smooth, he turned me around without effort and lathered the small of my back to my ass cheeks. That’s when I came out of it... he spread my legs apart and pushed my back down, exposing my hole. I felt his lathered fingers work around my hole and teasingly trying to enter before removing every hair. With a grunt, the cuntboy turned on the water and grabbed a shower hose from its holder to rinse me. I stood there, feeling the warm water rush effortlessly over my shaved body. “One more thing,” he chuckled, grabbing a long chrome nozzle. What could I do? I wanted the cock in the playroom... I needed it. It had been years since I bottomed but I craved that cock out there. Without a word, I bent over and spread my cheeks. “Fuuuck!” I moaned, feeling the nozzle enter me and begin filling me. My gut was expanding and I could feel the immense pressure build... the bastard was making sure I was cleaned out. Patting my back, he signaled I had enough and removed it. I knew the drill and held it until I needed to expel. “Again,” the cuntboy motioned and we repeated the ritual until he was satisfied and we fully showered. Toweling off, I felt the cool air against my shaved body. I stood there watching the cuntboy gear up again... harness, jockstrap and collar. Going for mine, he snapped... “Just the harness for now...” Fitting the harness tightly around me, I could feel the soft leather sliding against my shaved skin. Feeling the sensation concentrating on my tits, I grabbed at them and pulled as we walked back to the playroom. Entering the playroom, Dan stood there looking at me intensely and pointed to the mirrored wall. “Look at yourself... What do you see?” Turning, I took a breath. I was seeing the reflection of what I would have been if I had stayed with Dan. My shaved body showed every nuance and detail of my muscled body. My hands moved to my smooth face... the results were surprising... I looked 10 years younger. My hands began to roam over my body. Feeling how they slid easily over the skin and I moaned before taking my cock and sac in my hands. I shivered... the barrier of hair now gone. Walking up behind me, he locked a collar on me and put his hands on my shoulders. He asked again... “What do you see?” With a deep breath, I looked directly into his eyes in the mirror and answered.... “A cuntboy... I see a cuntboy, Daddy.” With a smile, he nodded slipping his cock inside my cunt. “That’s right, Sammy, you’re a cuntboy... my cuntboy.” “Fuck yes, Daddy!” I yelled... feeling the pain of his cock stretching me. My cunt was spasming... welcoming back my Daddy’s thick shaft after so long. Then, the thrusting began... He was again taking control of my cunt as he hit my prostate over and over. My cock was now leaking... “Your cock!” I moaned watching him fuck me in the mirror... feeling the shaft engorge. “I’ve missed that cunt...” Daddy grunted... his breathing growing deeper until I felt his pace shorten and increase in intensity. “Feed my cunt!” I begged, working my cuntlips around his wonderful cock as I felt the pulsing volley erupting into me. “Fucking cuntboy... Daddy’s home...” he yelled, and my cunt instinctively began to milk the last drops of his load. We stood there covered in sweat, Daddy remaining inside me until we were interrupted. “Daddy always said you were the perfect cuntboy.” the cuntboy grinned, holding up another rig. “Yeah, Frankie?” I growled holding out my arm as I felt Daddy’s cock slip out of my cunt. Tying the strap, Frankie held my arm. “Yeah... Sammy... or should I say cuntbro?” he growled, pushing the chems into my willing body. Feeling the slam, I growled... “Fuck yeah... cuntbro!” and dropped to my knees taking his cock into my mouth... “I’m home.”

I still remember the very first time I had a cock push past my inner ring (second sphincter), and at that time I didn’t even know anything about it. I was young and I used a program called Mirc (internet relay chat) to find tops in my area— Miami Dade/Broward counties. I developed a semi-steady relationship with an older guy who would fuck and breed me on a regular basis and one day, he had a friend over who (he said) wanted to check me out. This guy, a true Black stallion, albeit also older, literally sported a foot long cock, and I remember seeing stars, when he managed to get his plum sized helmet head past my sphincter. I truly believed THAT would be the highlight of my day, my week, or even the best thing ever because I was so young and inexperienced. My guy had to literally hold me in place on all four, and at the edge of his really tall bed, until this monster got the head of his cock pop into my ass. I screamed like a bitch, which I never do, but they didn’t allow me to move, and my repeated “please take it out!” were totally ignored. He just stood there, head in, with the rest of his cock waiting for what was to come. I don’t how long it took for me to get accustomed to the circumference of his cock but it was surely 10 minutes plus. And then he began to fuck me, real slow, but deeper and deeper. I think he took his time because I even asked to suck my regular oldie, to stick his cock in my mouth— the idea of me being skewered on a spit roast had long been a fantasy of mine, way on top of my bucket list. Now, THIS was the highlight of my day! And then I felt his head pushing into my second, inner ring, which I thought was the place where my bowels took a turn to somewhere, and where he would just not be able to go any further. I seriously didn’t know about a think called inner ring and I didn’t know that humans had no control over it, unlike our anal (outer) ring. He kept pushing and poking with his cock, and now my oldie was feeding me his hardened cock with a regular dosage of poppers, every two minutes, until my head was feeling like a drum. This went on for at least half an hour, and they took pictures of me, and talked to their friends on flip phones, ubiquitous at the time. I don’t even know if pictures of those cocks my ass and mouth were sent to those friends, but for a moment I feared more people would come and I would be seriously hurt from so much fucking. In the end, that didn’t happen, they both just kept fucking me, not rough, rather mild, but without a break. And then— surprise. I don’t know if they planned it, but as if on cue, my oldie took his cock off my mouth, bent over me, and grabbed me with both his arms, pushing me face down into a pillow on the mattress. He held me there, while at the very same time, the Black guy gave a huge push forward, into me, and then I felt it. The pain, the surprise, the way they held me, for those 15 seconds (seemed like an hour), was indescribable. I again felt that humongous head past something inside my bowels, and I was being held in place. The pillow below my face made sure my screams, probably too loud for a regular gated community in North Miami Beach, were perfectly muffled, and I remember sweat springing from my forehead as I realised the guy in my ass wasn’t going out. He planted himself behind me and then I felt him bend over me from behind. The sweat of his upper torso stuck to my shivering back, and his foot long schlong changed angle as he did. When his bent was low enough for his face to reach mine, he whispered in my ear “welcome to the foot long club, baby!” and then began sucking my earlobe. I moaned and moaned, but I now know THIS was the highlight of my day. My oldie let go of me, and jumped behind the two of us, and knelt down to get a close up view of this guy’s cock welded in my chute. I heard him say, rather loudly “yep! It’s all in, man! And it looks so fucking beautiful!” The Black guy fucked me like that— his belly and chest glued to my back for what seemed like an eternity until I felt him thicken inside me, and when I felt his cock’s convulsions I knew he was breeding me past my inner circle.

Several weeks ago I set up a party via A4A, yep a raw, bareback party. However this party was for negs only. So as the replies came back I told everyone that when you arrive I would administer an HIV test to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. When all was said and done a total of nine guys showed up and as promised I gave each a swab and if they came up neg they were in. Well of course two of the guys who showed up tested poz and I told them that I was sorry but they could not take part. One took it in stride the other was kinda pissed but in the end he too left. It was a shame though, he was fucking hot: a 35 white guy, built like a tank, with an impressive tool to boot. In any event, this brought the party down to eight participants, including myself. Now mind you I just moved to the town a few months ago so I thought the party would be a great way of meeting some hot boys, and hot they were! Of the seven who were allowed to stay one was a 30 year old Latino top, Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven, 32, and 34 respectively, both of whom liked to play around. One was a sweet young black twink boy, Jordan. When I swabbed him I actually had to ask for an ID. Turned out he was 22. My remaining guests were an 27 year old Asian top Mark, with a monster 9.5. I never knew an Asian could pack a cock that size. The next in the line up was Jack, a white 35 year old married guy, who loved to play around when his wife and son were out of town. Finally my last guest was a 25 year old named Bobby. This kid must have been born into the royal family he was such a queen. Once all the intros were done and the tests completed proving all participants were negative, I put-out the beer, poppers and lube, turned on the music and the night started. Thanks the maker for three day weekends. Pedro went straight for the couple, Mike and Steven, while Mark unleashed his monster tool on Jordan. Mark didn't play around with any four play at all, he simply pushed Jordan down on the couch and ripped off his shorts. The kid's legs were so far bent over his head I was going to check to make sure his neck didn't break. I guess Mark knew what he was doing because Jordan seemed to be happy with Mark's attention. When Mark started I didn't see him use any lube, he just smiled at me and plowed Jordan's hole. I tried to comfort Jordan by holding a bottle of poppers under his nose. I am not sure if it helped or not. When I stood up I looked at Mark go and I was pissed I wasn't getting plowed like that. While this was going on I spied that Jack and Boby were holding up in a courner of the house, lip locked and rolling on the floor like a newlywed couple. Jack must have been from Ohio or something because he was corn fed. When he started to finger Bobby's hole, the queen was purring like a cat in heat. Jack lifted Bobby's legs up in the air and used loads of lube. (I can't imagine why Jack bothered with the lube, 'cause Bobby's back side looked like a truck could drive out.) As all were having a awesome time, except for me, I walked up behind Mark who was still plowing the hell out of Jordan. I slipped my finger into Mark's sweet ass. The kid jumped in surprise, and quickly turned saying he was a top only. I told him that my rules were everyone had to get fucked at least once and I said if I fucked him, he didn't have to worry about getting tagged. so while he was pounding Jordan I was able to move in. Using my finger I slowly entered his hole. I could tell Mark was not happy as he kept telling me I was ripping him up. Little did he know, that was exactly what I was doing. Before he could put up any resistance I shoved my cock in him with the same force he used on Jordan. Mark let out a yell as his ass was spread apart. This kid never got topped so I made the most of it. Fuck it hurt, but I bent him over Jordan and next thing I knew Jordan was getting bred by the biggest load of cum he had ever taken. The force of Mark's thrust into Jordan made my cock explode at the same time. After which I pulled out. Mark asked why I pulled out, I simply told him, once you bust your nut it hurts like hell getting fucked so I did not want to cause him anymore pain. He said thanks, and thanked me for not shooting in his ass. I said no problem as I let my index finger probe in his hole. As he walked away to start his next conquest I looked at my finger and sure enough, it was red. As the night passed I managed to dump my load in a total of four guys that night. Not bad as I managed to tag Mark, Pedro and the couple. Now they were fun. They each wanted to get double-dicked so I told them that while each fucked the other I would fuck them too. It was a real turn-on with my cock sharing each guy's butt, knowing that my seed not only covered their lover's cock but that each guy's lover's cock was ramming my seed further down his partner's ass. Eventually the party ended and everyone left the house, except Jack. I approached him to see if he was ok. He said party was one of the best times he had ever had, that he had been plowed by Mark twice and that his ass was all beat up. I told him that if he wanted he could stay the night. After a moment he agreed and gathered up his clothing. As we walked up the stairs his eye keept looking at the packets of swabs I had on the table by the door. When we walked into the bedroom he dropped his clothing on the floor near the bed, and his wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table. Then he climbed into bed and lay on his stomach. He turned his head to me and just looked up. Sensing an oncoming question, I quickly rolled on to his back and started to make out with him. At first he said "Stop my ass really hurts" but I shushed him, saying told him I would go easy, as I began to rim his ass, all the time thinking to myself 'Damn Mark really fucked his cunt up'. Not surprisingly, as I started to rim Jack, he turned into a big old pussy, his ass rising in the air. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done. He just moaned and that was all I needed for my cock to get hard. As I entered his hot, torn-up hole, Jack said, "I been thinking. When we all showed-up you made us all take an HIV test." "Yeah," I said "to make sure you were all neg." Jack replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results." As he said that his cell phone rang. Handing him his cell phone, I asked him who it was: "My wife" he replied. Better answer it, I commented, adding that I wouldn't make a sound, although I slowly continued to fuck his hole. While she was talking to him I could over hear her say that she came home early, I whispered into his ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." His face turned pale white as I had him pinned under me, he couldn't scream and he didn't' move. I told him that his ass was really fucked-up and that if I bust in him he most likely be pozzed. As his wife chatted away, I quietly gave him a choice: "Tell your wife that you missed her and you will see her soon I would pull out without busting, but if you tell here you love her and you'll be home in an hour or two, I will bust my nut in your wrecked hole." He signed off the conversation with his wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that I whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood" blowing the biggest nut in my life into his hole. Afterwards I told him "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison" but after looking at the sheets I concluded he had already had blown his last negative load. Still shell shocked he dressed and went home.

Several of me getting bred on mine! This was last weekend.

Popped over to London for the long Veterans’ Day weekend. Was eager to try some new places in London and I have always wanted to explore Hampstead Heath and it’s fuck tree. Saturday night I attended naked night at the Bunker. I got there a little on the later side because I had gone to the Lil Nas X concert earlier that night. They were about 15 to 20 guys but the crowd seemed a little spent at that point. Within minutes of my arrival, I got down on my knees in front of a black guy and started sucking his dick. His thick 7 inches fit pleasantly in my mouth and he hardened up. After some time I started to guide him to my hole. He got in but then started to soften up rather quickly. This happened several times so I decided to move on. Most of the crowd was in one big room at that point. I had a couple of guys explore my hole with fingers or dick but nothing significant happened until One guy suggested that we move to a cubby. Once in the cubby his Dom side came out. Became very verbal asking me if I liked poz loads and Nigger dick up my ass (he was white). He got more turned on as I told him that I was a cumdump and a whore for any man’s loads. His aggressiveness increased and he was pulling completely out and then slamming back into me ‘til he came shouting “take my poz load you fucking faggot!”. After that the place seemed to be winding down so I decided to check out Hampstead Heath. Despite the late hour and darkness, I managed to find fuck tree pretty easily. There were still several guys trolling around at four in the morning. I sucked a few more dicks and got a few loads before heading back to the hotel at six in the morning. I decided I would go back on Sunday evening at an earlier time. More to come.

I was so stunned, I just shut up. My ass was burning as he continued jabbing his cock into my by now tender ass. How the hell had this happened? "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I didn't really see much choice, so I nodded my head and bit my lip as he assaulted my ass with his thick cock. "Good, because with those straps you're not going anywhere until I say you are. Just relax and try to enjoy it." After a while, my tight virgin ass must have loosened enough to begin to feel some pleasure, more intense with his cock than a finger had been. By this time he'd settled into steady rhythm. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and I felt him lean over me. "Now, you keep being a good boy and open that mouth for me, fed up of listening to you." Scared of what might happen if I refused, I opened my mouth and felt a rubber ball be shoved between my teeth stretching my jaw. It was fixed in place with a strap behind my head. He then pulled up straight and started fucking me hard, I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against my cheeks as he pounded me. "Just thought, you never did ask about the meaning of my tattoo, did you boy?" What? Why the hell were we talking about tattoos while this sleazy older guy was railing me? "Well..uh...maybe you should have." His breathing was getting a bit ragged. "It, ugh, means I've got HIV, mmm!" After this finally processed through my brain, I tried in vain to buck him off, but he just leaned his weight forward and started jackrabbiting in my ass. "That's it, take my poz load and join the club!" He made one final thrust into my tender asshole and stayed there buried to the hilt as he groaned. I could feel the full weight of his flabby body leaning on me as he caught his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out unceremoniously and slapped my ass again in the same spot, it was just as hard but the pain was nothing compared to my poor asshole. "Oh, by the by, that's what the tattoo is for." He chuckled. I heard the door open, I squirmed and moaned through the ball gag, thinking he was forgetting to at least untie me. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I say so. I'll just leave you there with that sweet arse pointed towards the front door. Don't worry, it tends to get busier about now, so you'll have company soon."

A lot of people of have sex profiles on twitter and post explicit material on it. Now with the Elon Musk takeover (and possible demise) but also the reinstatement of Trump's profile (voted for solely by Musks own rightwing followers). How safe do you feel there now? And if moving out, where will you be moving to?

I love it when he calls it my cunt. Or when he begs me to fuck his cunt. Such a turn on, either way.

So fucking hot, love seeing the raw passion between two guys

oldie but very good. Just how I would like it. not knowing the top was poz until he was in me and I was to hot to stop him from cumming in me.

Oh gag away. Pretty rare bottoms don’t gag on me, so that’s not unusual at all. Actually a pretty big turn on. Just see if you are keeping your hardon, if so, then I’m gonna work your throat harder 😉

My first time was bare. I was 13 and honestly I don’t think I had ever seen a condom. After he came in me something changed and I knew that was the way I wanted it forever. It wasn’t until college that I even thought about any risk involved with getting bred bare. Not that it stopped me. Of course I was poz by age 19

I loved the feeling of being naked, restrained and swinging in the sling, surrounded by 7 sexy hunks with their focus on me; but, mostly, I was jacked beyond belief to be in this vulnerable state in front of a half dozen cameras. For the first ten minutes all seven guys just stood around me caressing my entire body. I had never felt so desired for all the sex I'd been having. The gorgeous gorilla of a bear was the first to approach my ass with his thick beefy fingers. Surrounding and tracing my hole as the others caressed me my ass hunger grew. About the same time the tallest slimmest guy sucked my entire hard cock down his throat. I was barely able to register this when my head was turned and the cutest cubs six inch cock was offered to my lips. Of course I sucked it in balls deep. From there, man after man rimmed and tongue fucked my ass. They also took turns sucking me and offering me their delicious assortment of throbbing dicks. I lost track in this merry go round of pleasure, but, I expect everyone of them took their turn at every position. Gorilla bear was back tongue fucking me when I had to speak. "Just fuck me already, please." As he stood and teased my hole with his raw cock head his deep voice resonated in my chest. "So you want me to breed and poz you? You do know I have a mega high viral load?" "No I don't want you to poz me. But I need your big raw cock in me. I need you to fuck me, fuck me now, please !" As the mushroom head penetrated my hole his resonant voice again. "You know now I'm in I won't pull out, no matter what you say. " "Fuckin A man. I don't want you to pull out. Breed me, fill me with your poz cum. " "So you do want me to infect you?" "Just give it your best shot man." With that he was balls deep and proceeded to pound my ass like it had never been abused before. Four of the guys steadied the sling for the next 10 minutes. "Is your negative ass ready cum slut?" "Fuck yeah man. Breed me." I had totally forgotten what he would be pumping into my battered guts. I just needed the fulfillment of bringing this gorilla bear to climax. I needed his load painting my intestines. I needed his fuck onslaught to end. He pushed in even deeper than I thought possible and rope after rope of his toxic cum blasted deep into me. When he had captured his breath back, softened and fell out of me the incredibly cute cub dove in to eat out my freshly seeded ass. The tall slim guy was next to enter my hole with his long slender cock. It was a relief to host a smaller cock and to be treated to a good but less intense fuck. With his buddies all cheering him on and encouraging him to poz me it wasn't long until he let me know he was close. "Where do you want my toxic poz load bitch?" "Fuck you know bud. Breed me, shoot inside. " As I felt seven volleys of hot toxic seed he grunted. "Infecting ... you ... now! Damn ... that feels so fuckin good. " As he pulled out the cub was back at my hole with his mouth. He feltched out a mouthful and was soon snowballing it to me. It tasted fucking amazing. I guess they decided what was left of the two loads in me would be enough lube because the remaining four of the remaining five proceeded to fuck me, about five minutes each but without cumming. These fucks were each unique and enjoyable in there own ways but I was getting impatient to bring a guy to climax, to reward my hole with yet another batch of cum. I expressed this impatience to the next guy in my hole. He was a blonde blue eyed gym bunny Adonis. He was used to being worshipped and clearly not happy with my expressing impatience. His fuck was slow, deep and deliberate. At first my impatience grew but eventually I clicked into his need to be worshipped like some ancient God. I began to lovingly caress his strong chest , arms and peach fuzz ass. I began to tell him how beautiful I found him. "I could gaze on your beauty raw fucking me all day." This was received with a cool grin. That's when his buddies lost patience and told him to finish up already. Gorilla bear stepped up behind the Adonis and from the delighted grimace on my tops face I deduced that he to was now getting fucked. The intensity of the double train fuck increased exponentially and without a word Adonis was seeding my ass. My third toxic load. Next to penetrate my sloppy ass was a guy covered in tattoos from head to toe. Even his hard cock was tattooed with a scorpion poised to sting. He had the requisite biohazard tattoo on his groin but also on the back of his shaved head. Even his face was populated with a variety of tattoos. I had never seen so many on one body. At first I felt a bit repulsed but as his eight inch medium thick cock drilled deeper and deeper into me my attitude shifted. The mass of tattoos seemed perfect for this stud. I felt privileged to have his scorpion cock emerge and disappear into me. I began to think, 'fuck, sting me hunk!' As if he heard my thoughts he voiced "Ready for my toxic poz sting?" "Breed me tattoo man, poise my ass with your scorpion cock!" He went off like a wild animal. Pounding and blasting into me for what felt like the next 10 minutes. He collapsed on top of me and seemed to take forever to recover his breath. Adorable cute cub was quickly feltching my hole and I received two snowballs this time. They must have figured with the amount of toxic cum dumped in my wrecked ass that some could be used for other raunchy purposes. My fifth top had a very average dad body sporting a definite beer ponch. His cock also was average, but not his fuck. He just drove in balls deep and moved directly into the hardest most brutal fuck of the lot. This had proceeded for twenty minutes without let up. We were both dripping in sweat. The other guys kept cheering him on as they stroked their own hard ons. Tattoo guy and tall slim guy shot their second loads to lube the dad cock pulverizing my hole. The relentless onslaught continued and something in me snapped. I had been frightened of this seemingly crazy toxic gang bang; but until this moment I still believed that I could emerged unscathed. Every cell inside me now collapsed into the deep fear that I had gone too far. Holy fuckin shit I did not want to be pozzed but sensed if it hadn't happened yet that it was about to. The adrenaline rush called for fight or flight but I was trapped and nothing I could do would stop this guy. Picking up my terror fermoans daddy blasted deep into my guts. I imagine his toxic sperm burrowing into every rip and tear in my battered guts. It was this time that I took five minutes to calm my nerves. Sensitive to my needs the cub waited until my breathing settled to ask if I wanted his oral ministrations to my battered ass. I simply nodded assent in my exhaustion. The snowball load was huge and without waiting for me to swallow he moved into a deep French kiss with his tongue stirring the toxic cum I was soon to swallow. As he stepped up to my ass he looked deeply into my eyes and asked if I was ready for him. His dark brown eyes; his small but beautiful stature; his hairy belly, chest and shoulders mesmerized me. He had treated me so well and generously I couldn't help but fall in love. "I've never been more ready." "Good!" he smiled back at me. He was only sox inches, but it did have girth and felt great in my tender ass. Rather than fuck me he made love to me with every part of his amazing body. The crowd picked up on this romantic energy and seemed to calm down somewhat. They continued to masterbate and three more loads were added to the cubs cock as he slid in and out of me. The site almost had me shooting a hands free load. The cub managed to lean forward and engage with me in more French kissing. Then he whispered in my ear, "What do you want? What do you want from me?" Shivers ran up and down my spine. I gasped for breath. With a louder voice for all to hear he asked again, "What do you want from me?" In an instant my memory shot through every know poz load I had ever taken. I then realized what I was about to say was the pinical of fear in my odesy of risk taking. "What do I want from you?" deep breath ... "I want you to knock me up, fuckin poz my negative ass sweet man. " "Are you sure?" as his delicious eyes looked into my soul. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I'm scared shitless but please breed my ass. Cum in me with your toxic cum. You have my permission, knock me up." "I already have. Three times. I just couldn't hold back in your fucking sexy ass. " I blasted instantly into a hands free orgasm and the cubs mouth was drinking in and milking every drop out of me. We ended with another sloppy kiss. Number seven, another massive bear of a man said. "I can't compete with that. Let's get this guy out of the sling and over to a glory hole. You two love birds can make out as I fuck and breed him one more of the loads he's so intent on now." His cock was the size of a wine bottle. I was thankful the cub would be on my side of the wall to give me lots of support andencouragement. The cub and I fondled each other and made out and I lost track of what was to happen next. My cub gently backed me to the wall and lined up my ass with the glory hole. He reached around me to spread my ass cheeks and I felt the first pressure on my sloppy hole from the bear's monster phallus. My cub encouraged me to take deep breaths and relax my hole. The raw head penetrated my abused hole and I felt like I would faint. "Fuck, I can't take it. " I moaned "Yes you can, sure you can! Just kiss me. " Our mouths and tongues intertwined as he pushed my hips back towards the hole and onto the massive cock. It felt like it was tearing me appart with each fraction of an inch it slowly penetrated. My cub and the bear never let up. They just patiently kept working that raw cock in deeper and deeper. I felt like I was being impaled on a post.I had never felt so uncomfortable and full. My cub gently whispered in my ear; "Reach back. Feel his raw monster in your hole. See he's balls deep. You've got this." Feeling his hot raw flesh with my fingers switched something deep in my ass. It still hurt like hell but I knew I wanted, no needed, everything that bear had to give me. "Fuck me man!" He pulled completely out and for a split second I felt empty and desperate, 'I need that cock'.He was back in me balls deep before I could finish the thought. Five more complete removals and deep plunges followed in quick succession. "Yes, fuckin give it to me. Harder, deeper, just don't stop!" "You're taking it like a pro." My cub crooned. "Damn, I'm jealous!" I hadn't noticed but the gorilla bear was behind my cub. "Maybe I can help with that." As his big raw cock plunged into the cub. Passionate kisses as my cub was ravaged, all the while receiving the fuck of my life from my biggest cock ever soon had me spewing and groaning my second hands free climax. My ass contractions brought the bear over the threshold and my guts were flooding with yet another highly toxic load. The bear's orgasmic bellow brought on an echo from the gorilla bear who unloaded in the cub who simultaneously sprayed all over my leg. It took me three days to feel like I could walk right again. They put me up and kept me on the coast. I began to spend my days at a naked gay beach taking sun and load after load in my ass. I felt like I was living in nirvana until the fourteenth day when I was awakened in the middle of the night by a river of my sweat and feeling like I had been run over by a transport. It was all I could do to hit the speed dial that had been programed into my phone for just this moment. Within the hour my hotel room was full of camera crew and my seven poz breeders. The last thing I felt like was sex. But the camera's started to roll, my legs were hoisted and my ass exposed. Gorilla bear moved in and started to raw fuck me, the six others stroked out loads sprayed on his cock for lube. How I got hard is beyond my understanding, but a new otter cub strattaled me and impaled himself on my raw cock. I don't know how long this lasted as I was in and out of consciousness but I was awake when gorilla bear yelled out his orgasm. The cub riding my bare cock was milking it with his ass and I soon shot my first toxic load deep inside him. When I softened and slipped out of him he scooped some of my cum from his ass. First his finger fed me some and then he finished it off in his mouth. After kissing me he thanked me for knocking up his negative ass with his first poz load. Needless to say the final version of this porn was a smashing success. The otter cub seroconverted two weeks later, but I couldn't be sure of credit since he'd taken loads from each of the seven poz tops before the film crew left my sick room.

I don't like studio porn, I like home porn (both watching and doing), preferably the kind that more than one person fucks on. I'm on this one, for example, in a threesome: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/friday-night-bareback-fuck-xhRYsiT

Chapter 14: Impregnating Me Both my partner and I were overjoyed the day had finally arrived. We both woke up hard, but refrained from even having oral sex. He said he wanted to make me a Romantic breakfast, but he wanted to minimize my cleaning out time as he didnt want any distractions that night. He did however pop a bottle of champagne though. He popped a second bottle and then gave me a champagne enema. After the bottle was empty, we went to the shower and he laid on the floor, telling me to release the champaign from my ass on him. I have to admit, the champaign was a great cleansing agent. I guess the bubbles really added to the cleansing. Now neither of us were into scat, but even though I was a tad dirty, he took it like a trooper. After that, he gave me his piss. Maybe it was just me, but his piss tasted different. Was it the champagne, or a taste of HIV? We showered eagerly awaiting 7pm when we would be at the doctors home. He surprised me with a gift box, which contained a beautiful leather studded jock, with a butt plug attached to it. He said he wanted me to wear it tonight, and that the doctor told him the house was ours for the entire weekend and that he would be plugging my ass between the multiple breedings. I told him I also had a present for him, but he'd have to wait. He said no worries, and in addition to his gift of HIV, he had another gift that he would give me tonight. We arrived at the doctor's home 30 minutes early and the doctor said we were late! He continued by saying he figured we'd be there at 6! Before he led us to the bedroom, he proposed a toast. He told us how happy he was for the both of us, and how excited he was for us! He didn't need to tell us, as we saw his hard cock through his pants! He asked if we were ok with him filming us, and we both said fuck yes. With that he led us to the bedroom. His home was amazing, set on a lake with the entire back wall of the bedroom a sliding glass door! The room was softly lit by candles, and he had thrown rose petals on the white satin sheets! He said he hoped that wasn't too much, but he was a romantic guy, and that his partner did the same for him! With that, my conversion and filming began! My partner started by kissing me deeply and saying that he was truly waiting for this moment. He then retrieved a box and got down on a knee. He opened the box which had two metal cockrings in it. He said that he truly loved me, and they did not represent a commitment to marriage, but something he wanted. He explained that by putting them on, it simply meant we were open to that possibility. We both slipped them on, and like the doctors tears flowed from my eyes! I told him I also had a gift for him, and presented him with a box that contained a hard bristle toothbrush in it. I explained that the Dr suggested I help prepare my hole for his virus, and to show my commitment i would start by self brushing myself. With that I positioned myself on the bed on my back. I usually like to start doggy, but this time, I wanted to see his face the entire time. I started to brush my hole quite aggressively until it was not just pink, but bright red! His fuck was slow and deliberate. When he was close to cumming, he would stop thrusting and kiss me deeply. This went on for almost an hour, even the doctor proclaimed that he hadn't planned on a full length video, and had to cum,but didn't want to mess up the video. With that my partner became more aggressive, yet still romantic. He blew a massive load in me, and immediately said I was his forever now. He immediately plugged my ass, trapping his virus in my bloody hole. Rather than use the butt plug, my partner kept his still rock hard cock in me as a plug to help let his demon seed soak into my bloody hole. The doctor couldn't control himself, and jacked his cock on my face, simply saying congratulations. I was in pure bliss knowing, at least in my mind, that my partner and I would be one after tonight. I begged him to breed me again. He pulled his still hard cock out of me, and put on a cruel condom. He told me that it would likely hurt, but would tear up my insides more than the brush did. He added that it would also be uncomfortable to him as could cause his cock to bleed also, but that would be an advantage as not only would his toxic cum be in me, so would his toxic blood. After my partner dumped his second load in me, I began to cry. He asked if the cruel condom hurt too much. I told him that it hurt, but the tears were tears of joy, not pain. My partner then began to cry, telling me that he was proud of my amazing journey as a pig. He reminded me that it was only a little over a year since I had my first M2M experience with not only my best friend, but his dad also. He marveled at how I joined the fuckternity and took any and all cocks in addition to our frequent sex. He admitted that he was afraid I would say no to him pozzing me, but when i agreed it was the happiest day of his life. He then pulled his cock out of me, and placed the plug on my jock up my hole. We just rolled over on our backs, embracing each other. Next Chapter: The Doctors Gift

Thank you. I hope to get a little more feedback from others. I want to make sure most readers are not getting tired of the kid. I am already starting on the next journey but want to see if it is worth it

Being on PrEP is not, in any way, "less than full bare". Bare is sex without a condom, period. Being on PrEP, not being on PrEP, being poz on meds, or being poz not on meds, have ZERO to do with "bare". It's bullshit crap like this - decrying PrEP use as "not FULL bare" - that confuses people who already don't quite get U=U, the value of PrEP, and so forth. Chase if you want - but in that case, your post belongs in the Bugchasing area in the back room. This is the health forum, and claiming PrEP isn't "FULL bare" is misinformation.

Part 5 After being drugged & fucked Logan slept for 2 days. When he finally woke up he was hungrier then anything. The young stud known as 'the gifter' made after that Logan had plenty to eat as the two were all alone I the house. After Logan had digested his food 'the gifter' took Logan back to the bedroom where he prepared a large slam for Logan and a small one for himself. As Logan sat there watching the points being prepared he felt so run down from being awake and high for over 3 days. 'The gifter' talked him through the process of preparing the points letting Logan know that he's going to want to be able to prepare his own fix when he needed one. Logan listened as best as he could focus in his tired state. He watched as a tourniquet was placed on his arm. Logan was told how to find a his vein, swab it off with alcohol, stick the needle in, register a flash of blood and then push the plunger down. After the needle was pulled out if Logan's arm he didn't have to be told to pull off his own tourniquet. Logan coughed out hard as the drugs flowed through his body and into his brain. He laid back on the bed as 'the gifter' did his own slam. The two snuggled up with each other as they enjoyed their respective rushes they began to kiss. Soon enough they were kissing. Without any guidance Logan was tongue dueling with 'the gift'. With the drugs again fueling his actions Logan was enjoying the action. Soon enough Logan eagerly moved into position to suck the cock that not only took his virginity, but probably gave him HIV, only time would tell. Logan was enjoying the cock in his throat as his ass was not just getting a good rimming, but a few rocks added for a booty bump. This had Logan being to be fucked. Once 'the gifter' was sure that Logan had enough Tina in his as he put Logan on his back, kissed Logan and slowly slid his cock inside Logan's hungry hole. As Logan was pinned to the bed by 'the gifter' he pulled out another point he had prepped, worked a tourniquet on his arm and quickly slipped the point in his vein. Before Logan knew what was going on the point was empty and the tourniquet was pulled off. Logan coughed out hard as he began to hear ringing I his ears and he could focus his eyes. 'The gifter' began to pound away at Logan's ass. Logan was so high and fucked up he could only lay their and moan. 'The gifter' didn't hold back as he flooded Logan's ass with more poz seed then he did the first time he fucked Logan. The two studs spent the next 2 days fucking, sucking and kissing as Logan was not only hooked on Tina, but was also hooked on cock.

I’m a big mouth to ass fanatic. Over the years of rimming and felching pigkunt, I’ve noticed that some mankunts produce a lot of mucus discharge when being pleasured. It’s especially common in fisted holes. I fukkin’ crave slopping around with my tongue and mouth in this kuntsnot. The taste and smell drives me fukkin’ wild with lust. It’s what you smell when you first arrive at a venue with a large collection of men having unrestrained pigsex together. Who has this type of hole discharge? Who else likes to slurp around in this kuntslop?

The first time I got force-chemmed and raped was my first visit to NYC. I was barely 21, in the Army, all buffed out and a bit over-confident as I explored the gay-scene for the first time, alone in a strange dangerous city I had no business exploring by myself. I was walking down a dark, narrow, deserted street taking a shortcut on my way to check out a popular gay dance club I had heard about that was rumored to be frequented by gay college jocks my age. This hot Latin guy was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette at the opening to an alley. We checked each other out as I went by. He was wearing faded jeans and a wife beater that hugged his torso showing off his nicely muscled chest and arms. He had some hot tats and this bad-boy look about him that made my dick hard, so after passing him, I turned around to look again. I noted that he was checking out my ass, and when he saw me looking back, a sly grin flashed across his face. He dropped his smoke, cocked his head toward the alley in a "follow me" gesture, and disappeared into the shadows. I was feeling a slight buzz from a few drinks I had earlier, which undoubtedly clouded my judgment. There were no thoughts of danger flashing through my mind, only this burning desire to feel this guy's naked body up against mine. I remember wondering if he was gonna fuck me or if I was gonna fuck him. I didn't care which it would be. Maybe both if I was lucky. I didn't have any condoms with me and that fact didn't even register in my mind. When I entered the alley, it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could barely see him ahead of me in the distance. He was waiting for me outside of what looked like a doorway. As I approached, I heard the door open and he disappeared inside. I followed him, enjoying this little chase thing we had going. I found myself inside a dark hallway. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. I could hear muffled voices. I couldn't tell where he had gone so I started down the hall. I checked the first few doors, which were locked. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the last door and stepped inside. I found myself in the back of a long poorly lit room. There was a small bar counter to my right with a couple of guys sitting on stools and chatting with a bartender. There were a couple of pool tables toward the front of the bar, each with a single bare bulb hanging over it. I heard nothing but Spanish being spoken and quickly realized I was the only white guy in the room. As I stood there, taking in the scene, the occupants of the room noticed me and the place fell silent as all eyes turned to me. I sized up the situation quickly and the alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. There were about 12 guys, all Latino, roughly 20-30 in age I guessed. It was hot as fuck in this room and everybody but the guy I had followed in here and myself had their shirts off. These dudes were all in damn good shape and I realized they looked like gang bangers. I noticed a couple fresh tattoos on the two guys nearest me that looked like prison tats. This was not what I bargained for. I started to turn toward the door planning to retrace my steps out into the alley. That was when I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the deadbolt. I knew I wasn't going out the way I came in. I saw another door at the far end of the room and started calculating how I was going to reach it. I'm a tough, wiry, scrappy fucker but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way through these guys. When I saw a guy at the front door throw the bolt and lock us all in, I knew that I had fucked up royally. Swallowing my panic, I figured I'd better make friends fast. I forced a smile onto my face, walked directly up to the hot guy I had followed in from the alley, and said, "Hey amigo, can I buy you a drink?" The room was silent as he ran his eyes up and down my body and I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like I was in a fucking meat market and I was the new meat. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at me and said, "No white boy, you are my guest, let me buy you one." The whole place erupted in laughter and everyone turned back to their conversations and drinks. I felt such a wave of relief sweep over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. My "host" fired off some commands in Spanish to the bartender, who got busy mixing our drinks. My Spanish is shitty and these guys all spoke some kind of dialect that rolled off their tongues like gun fire. I was clueless what they were saying. In no time I had a cocktail in my hand and I was invited to play a game of pool. The guys at the closest pool table cleared out to make way for us and the game began. The cocktail I was drinking tasted REALLY good...not too tart, not too sweet. It was like something you would have on a beach in a warm climate, but I had never tasted anything like it before. My host had the bartender make me a second one and about half-way through it I started feeling really light-headed and unstable on my feet. I plopped my ass onto a stool and someone asked me, "You feeling alright white boy?" I tried to respond but my tongue felt thick and all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. Several of the guys around me chuckled and the sound of their laughter sounded like it was echoing down a long hallway. I started to fall off my stool and a hot muscle guy with huge arms caught me. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the pool table. My host, the hot guy in the wife beater, came up to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it white boy. We're gonna show you the best time of your life tonight." The realization swept over me that I had been drugged, and the panic was starting to build inside me again. My mind was fully engaged, but I had no control over my body. I could see what was happening and feel it, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Guys in the room were stripping their clothes off and I could see guys playing with their cocks. I heard one guy say in English that he had gotten a taste for white boy ass in prison and now he couldn't get enough of it. Several other guys agreed with him. I watched as my host peeled out of his wife beater, then stripped out of his pants. He had purposely positioned himself so I could watch him strip and he was giving me a show. He had a gorgeous chiseled body with 8-pack abs. I was totally hot for him while simultaneously scared out of my wits. The combination of fear and lust was oddly erotic. My mind was doing this tug of war in my head. I realized that I was about to be gang raped by these guys and my reaction alternated between panic and lust. I was scared to death and horny as hell all at the same time. My cock had a mind of its own and it was rock hard. My host took notice and I saw him smile, knowing he was getting the response from me that he wanted. I could tell he got off being in total control of the situation and having me powerless. It dawned on me that I couldn't do anything about it anyway so I might as well make the most out of it. My host walked up to me wearing nothing but boxers. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers creating a tent effect and I could glimpse his cock through the overstretched fly front. He dropped the boxers revealing the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen -- even in pornos. It was long, thick, and rock hard. He stroked it as he showed it to me and told me I was going to enjoy being his faggot for the night. He told me how he was going to tear my ass open with his mammoth cock and how all his buddies were going to watch him fuck me before they took turns in my ass. I was thinking there is no way humanly possible that something that large could be made to fit into my ass. Boy was I wrong. My host said something in Spanish and then I heard him say, “Gibron is going to get you ready for me.” I wasn't sure what that meant until I felt someone grab my arm and pin it to the table. Someone growled in my ear "hold still motherfucker" and I felt something stick my arm. Then I heard, "got it," followed by, "hold on white boy and enjoy the ride," as more guys chuckled. Seconds later I felt a weird sensation. My pulse quickened, I felt a source of intense heat gather in my chest then burst, like a sun going super-nova, spreading outward through my arms and legs like liquid metal until the energy burst from my fingertips and toes erupting outward like jets of super-hot plasma. The heat in my chest rose up through my lungs and into my throat as I coughed violently a couple of times. The noise inside my head sounded like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. My vision changed suddenly and I could see nothing but star-bursts and colored lights. I couldn't focus my vision and my eyeballs wouldn't hold still. They bounced around in my head like a balls in a pinball machine. I experienced the sensation of weightlessness. It seemed as though my body has risen up off the pool table and I felt like I was floating. It was without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't help but repeat over and over, "oh shit", "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh fuck." Then I became aware of my cock, standing straight up and rock hard, with this sensation of fullness and heat building inside of it. It felt like my cock was swelling and that it would burst outward from the pressure. Suddenly I felt the heat gather at the tip of my cock, and without any stimulation, the biggest cum load I have ever shot erupted from the head of my dick. My dick was like a fountain, with spurts of cum shooting several feet into the air and spraying in all directions. When the geysers subsided, cum continued to drain from my cock in a steady flow for what seemed like minutes. I was soaked in cum and could feel a huge pool of it forming underneath me on the table. It must have been impressive because I heard several remarks like, "fuck man look at all that cum!", "I've never seen a guy shoot like that!", and "I didn't know a guy could cum that much!" Then I felt multiple tongues on my body licking my load off my skin. The sensations of having these guys touch me were amazing. The next thing I was aware of was my host's tongue and fingers playing with my ass. He was telling me how much he liked my hot, tight, pink hole and how much he wanted to put his huge cock in there and own it. I realized that my ass was craving cock like never before and I found myself lusting after that mammoth cock he had showed me earlier. I felt confident that I could take every inch of it and I was eager to show him how much I wanted it. I knew in my heart that I would give every ounce of effort inside me to take all of him and that I wanted his load in me. In fact, I wanted every last motherfucker in that room inside me and I wanted every one of their loads. I tried to say something to that effect and someone bent close to my ear to hear my confession. He stood up and announced, "He says he wants all of our cocks inside him, right now, at the same time." That got a big laugh from everyone. Someone asked, "How much did you give the kid?" I heard, Gibron say, "Point 8, and I've got lots more for him when he wants it." My host walked up and showed me his hard cock. He held two beer cans in his hand end to end aligned alongside his dick. His dick was the same diameter as the cans and slightly longer than both cans put together. He asked me if I was ready for him to bury his tool in my guts. I wanted it desperately but the size of the thing scared me. Before I could answer he said, "It doesn't matter what you want cuz you're gonna do what you're told, faggot." He walked around to my ass, put the head of his cock against my tight hole, and with one shove he rammed it in ass far as it would go. I felt him bottom out inside me and heard him say, "No faggot. You're gonna take all of it, not just half." I felt him push harder and I was sure he was up against my diaphragm. It felt like he was tearing a hole through my intestines. I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I remember a tear falling from the corner of my eye and rolling down my cheek. I remember thinking I had never felt such pain inside my guts. I remember thinking I was going to die and wondering if I would wake up in heaven. Just then, I felt something inside me relax, and I felt a 'pop'. His cock slid further inside and it felt like another two feet of hard dick slid into me. Suddenly I could breathe. Suddenly the pain was gone. I heard my host say, "That's the way white boy. You know you like that monster cock. Relax and enjoy every inch of it." I began to be aware of how fucking amazing this guy's cock really was. He had me stretched to the point I didn't think my hole could get any larger. He liked that tight feeling and he told me so. He was sliding his cock all the way out until just the head was inside me, then sliding it all the way back in again. With each stroke, there was a point in the middle somewhere where I would fell that resistance and that pop, and each time he passed that point a burst of pure pleasure would radiate through my body. It was fucking amazing and I thought, “Maybe I am dead and this is heaven?” It dawned on me that my version of heaven would be spending eternity with an endless supply of hot tops with huge cocks to fuck me, tight bottom boys to take my cock, and this wonderful shit called tina flowing through my veins. The rest of my time at this place was amazing. I had no concept of time. Every so often someone would slam another rig into my arm, and I took every cock in the place multiple times. At one point I heard someone ask how many loads I had taken and I heard, "at least 30 so far". I was both proud and amazed. Every time someone would pull out of my ass, I could feel my hole gape open and cum would run out of my ass and down my butt cheeks. At one point my host laid down on the pool table next to me and I was lifted up by many hands. I was really wobbly, but they set me on top of the host and fed his massive meat into my ass so I was riding him from the top. It slid in easily this time and felt really great pushing up so deep inside me. I was starting to rock on it and ride it when someone grabbed me by the neck, pushed me forward so I was lying on the host's chest, and ordered me to hold still. My arm was pulled straight and I felt something tighten around my bicep. I felt a sharp stick and that amazing heat flooded through my body again. I shuddered and whimpered. The host whispered in my ear, "You love that rush don't you white boy?" I answered, "Yes sir. I don't ever want that feeling to go away." I felt the head of another huge dick push against my hole. There was a steady pressure for a long time and the voice said, "Fuck! This white boy is tight!" I felt a finger slide inside me alongside the host’s massive cock. The finger worked around for a few minutes, then I felt another finger, then another. After a few more minutes, the fingers came out and they were suddenly replaced by the second cock sliding in and filling my ass beyond comprehension. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I didn't think anything could feel better. The second cock slid back and forth inside me, rubbing against my host's dick and stretching me further open with each thrust. This went on for a long time until both guys announced they were getting close. They were both grunting and snorting and telling me how hot my ass felt and I came for the umpteenth time without touching myself. As my cock released, my ass convulsed around their cocks and they both shot their loads inside me at the same time. After they pulled out of my ass, my ass felt empty and it felt like there was a piece of my soul missing. I didn't like the feeling and needed something in there to make me feel whole again. I started begging for someone to put something in my ass, anything. I felt someone slathering my ass with this thick, creamy substance and felt fingers teasing my hole. In and out they went, working my hole, stretching it larger and larger. Soon I experienced four fingers and the narrow blade of the hand. Then it became five fingers and the intensity grew exponentially as the volume of the hand changed from flat to round. The hand was removed for several seconds while something cold and wet was sprayed onto my ass and into my hole. The cold liquid turned hot on contact and burned for a second, then I felt this warm sensation flood my ass and the irritation inside my hole disappeared. I heard the aerosol can spray again near my ear and I could smell some chemical. Someone shoved a wet cloth in my mouth and told me to breathe through my mouth. I took a deep breath and I got an instant warm, fuzzy feeling. My head started to swim and my vision closed in like I was looking out through a tunnel. I was fighting to focus my mind and stay conscious while someone was working hard on my hole. I was aware of someone's hand wedging my hole open and the fullness felt like someone had parked a truck in my ass. Someone stuck a bottle of really strong poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. A few seconds later I felt my body relax and the hand pushed really hard. I struggled to get away but several guys held me down so I couldn’t move. Someone sprayed more liquid on the rag and stuffed it back in my mouth. I was given another big hit of poppers and I felt my ass open up. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it started to stretch open as if begging for the hand. I heard the guy fisting me say, “Yeah white boy, suck that hand inside!” I felt him change the angle slightly and the intensity of that small move was off the charts, then suddenly the hand slipped all the way inside me. I felt instant relief and heard a chorus of approval from those that were watching. The hand worked itself around inside me and started to play with my prostate and cock from the inside of my body. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I started oozing LOTS of precum from my dick and it continued the entire time his hand was in there. At one point a guy pushed his cock inside me alongside the guy's wrist and I felt him unload inside me. Several other guys followed suit and I took several more loads that way.

1. Tucker Broderick Doesn’t Give a Shit About You From where Sergei is crouched straddling the rooftop, he can see right up Tucker's shorts. He’s aware, too, that Tucker does this on purpose. Tucker bites down on a string of nails between his teeth, methodically laying down a shingle, pulling out a pair of nails and securing the oyster grey shingle in place. He then crab-walks up a foot or two to ready the nails for the next shingle. Between hammering, he looks up at Sergei in his wary, enticing way (the shit) and scratches his balls, also on display. Sergei glances down from his rooftop peak and secures his top ridge cap shingle. Since Tucker is close to laying the final, upper-most course of shingles, he’s pretty close to Sergei. His balls will soon be close enough to touch. Sergei has to look away. Sergei takes wire rim glasses from his shirt pocket and wraps them around his ears. The view from the roof of this Echo Park home is epic. The smog abated with last night’s windstorm, and today you can actually see Santa Monica. Past old Hollywood, past Beverly Hills, past Brentwood, right down to fucking Santa Monica beach, miniature palm trees and all. The blue expanse of the Pacific ocean is almost as blue as Tucker’s eyes. The view up Tucker’s shorts is even more epic. The sun slashes directly over his large hanging pink crown. In the dark cave beyond you can even make out a dark patch of pubes. Inside the shadow glints the thin metal P.A. piercing his dickhead. His crouch has his left leg bent up toward Sergei on the upside of the roof at a right angle. The other leg, muscular and taught, is straight out, balancing him against the roof’s pitch. The baggy shorts are long and droop open enough to let the warm afternoon breeze flap the black polyester silk, swaying his long, hanging ballsack in the same warm breeze. Sergei feels his own balls churn in his worn Levis. The breeze up here on the roof blows Tucker’s auburn hair off his shoulders. If not for his red cap it would blow all over his face, but the cap holds it down. He nails his last shingle at roof’s peak next to Sergei, then stands, scales back down the roof to his last course of shingles. Sergei quickly replaces his glasses in his pocket hoping Tucker hadn’t seen them. He feels they make him older than he is. His bald spot doesn't help. "Boss-man," says Tucker turning to him. Sergei shields his eyes against the sun, low in its descent toward the ocean. “Only got a few more in my row, then what?” Tucker voice is sonorous. Sergei learned sonorous in English class last night, and it describes Tucker’s voice to a tee. Deep and full. He has no right to have a voice so rich, when his is so scratchy with these foreign, garbled words always tripping over his tongue—or a face so striking he feels he's always caught staring. Admit it though: You’d spot Tucker easily in a crowd, even if he wasn’t just wearing shorts and tennis shoes and nothing more. He isn’t pumped up gym-built, but his torso’s a perfect V. His arms are cut like a bronze statue from working construction outdoors for him since graduating two years ago from high school. His chest is broad, tan and smooth; his chiseled pecs rise and fall with his breath while his foreman thinks what, indeed, was next. An invite for a beer after work? Maybe enough to have him once again pass out on the couch? Sneak a quick blow job that would not be mentioned in the morning? The breeze changes slightly so Tucker is now directly upwind of him. He can smell the suntan oil and body sweat. Being near-sighted, it’s the first time Sergei reads the words on Tucker’s red cap. Make America Great Again. A cloud of birds suddenly swoops close to the roof and scatters overhead. They gathers again into cloud formation and disappears over the ridge. Sergei sits back on his butt, seeing Tucker in a different light. “Really, man?” Sergei asks. “Fuck yeah. Trump that bitch, yo.” Tucker hears the disapproval, takes off his cap, reaches in the pocket of his shorts and takes out a black hair band. His face is impassive. He twists a pony tail, sticks the band over it, and puts the cap back on. He looks down at Sergei, asks, “You think owner-man would mind if I use his shower before I take off?” Sergei thinks about it. “You have towel?" he asks. Tucker nods. "You lock up afterward, okay?” “Da,” Tucker mocks his accent with a smirk and a wink. He knows what works on Sergei. At the lip of the roof Sergei's his younger brother Alexei—or Alex, as he insists now that he’s married a pretty American girl—pops his blond head up. He scans the two figures at the rooftop, tilts his head down slightly, raises his eyebrows, opens his eyes wide, and swears, “What the fuck? You guys aren’t done?” He eyes Tucker guardedly seeing how Sergei is eyeing him, or specifically—he knows his brother weakness—is trying not to eye him. “Come on, man. I told you I want to knock off early. Cindy wants to go to her parents' house and show off the baby. Sergei, she wants you to come too.” Tucker says, “Fifteen, twenty minutes, bro. Right, boss-man?” “Da,” says Sergei, spreading his legs out, straddling the roof, and hammers down another ridge shingle. Alex disappears down the ladder, while Tucker inches over to his last course of shingles. Squats. He’s maybe a foot away. Sergei stills smells him. It’s not lost on him that Tucker’s crouch exposes more than an inch of his crack. In fact, in the bright sunlight streaming down his spine, Sergei sees the brown swirl of butt hair blooming out of Tucker’s waistband. He even sees the parted canyon of entangled hair that disappears down into darkness. He follows a trickle of sweat traveling like a rollercoaster that falls into the canyon. He's staring again. This close, looking up at Tucker’s billowed back spread like a sail, he can’t tell if the tribal ink covering his back is supposed to be wings of an angel or wings of a bat. Tucker shuffles up another inch closer to attack a nail at mid-shingle. He’s close enough to see beads of sweat perched on the swirls of crack hair. He loves his brother but he feels trapped in his life. However crisply in focus the glistening beads inches away, tonight, and most likely forever, they’re out of reach. 2. The Closet Sergei and Alex putt-putt down the street in their nondescript coup. Sad! Tucker Broderick takes his day pack from the bed of his truck and walks to the house. It's weird, this house, you gotta admit that. He looks up at the scattershot pink structure, at its many angles and levels. Nothing straight about it, especially the owner, Alex had told him. Ground level's the one-car garage. The green door accordions sideways. A staircase to the left leads up the steep cliff to a stone landing where there's a glimpse of downtown Los Angeles. Mostly, though, the landing looks out to the flatlands of South Central. The front door is thick and arched, probably the original mahogany from the 1920s. A caged peephole and ironwork hinges so ornate he's surprised someone hasn't stolen it decades ago. Terracotta pottery with bougainvillea surround the stone landing. Large palms overhang making the area, even though it's still in the nineties, feel shaded and cool. The inside entrance is small but with the arched picture window above the garage expands the view to the hills of Hollywood and makes it feel larger than it is. French doors to the left are curtained and hide a staircase that leads to the main floor. Why cover the staircase? Seems bizarre. Lots of wallpaper on this floor. Printed bougainvillea and palm fronds again. Tucker hates coordination. Reminds him too much of mother. You might miss it but under the stairway a glass nob opens a camouflaged closet wallpapered over. A table stands in front of the railing with a glass bowl filled with loose change and keys. The stairway is not grand but nicely refurbished. He and Sergei had toured the house looking for the bathroom once before. He remembered there were many staircases, some leading to just one room. Yeah, weird like that. It was like someone one day woke up with a bright idea and added another room on a whim. That's how the house was. No real design, just a collection of whims. He remembers you go back to the master bedroom on the main floor to find the bathroom. He's taking his time today, though. He doesn't have real plans. No one's waiting for him. Here's the dining room on the main floor landing, a large kitchen is in back. He strolls through the kitchen, opens an ancient fridge to see what's cold. Milk, a half-filled bottle of Pinot Grigio, no beer. He picks up the wine, recognizes it as a decent label from a very old year. Uncorks it and chugs down half the content before he tastes that it's terribly bitter. Must have turned. Goes to the sink and bends over to sip from the faucet trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth. Back out in the dining room there's a small room to the left. It has an arched window that opens to a balcony, which overlooks the stone landing. Wallpaper in here is of large Chinese lanterns. There's a old oak desk in the middle facing the window. He peaks in a drawer. There's several manila folders. He pulls out one. Yellowed photographs of naked boys and men. None handsome but tough, some almost sinister. They look like derelicts, homeless men and boys, naked on mattresses passed out, drunk, drugged, under overpasses, in flophouses, a few which look like this room, same desk chair. He puts it back and closes the drawer. The house is silent except for a clock ticking somewhere. The opposite side of the dining room is the master bedroom and through it is the master bath. He looks up seeing dust play through sunlight from the great room upstairs. He wants to see the sunset. A set of stairs perpendicular to the dining room leads up to the great room. Not large but its double height ceiling gives the feeling of vastness. From here he overlooks the dining room, the silk table runner, two ornate candelabras, the dark painting of bulls on the wall. Three stories above street, he looks out to the city. The height clears the low canyons and expands out to see the city basin. You see the sailboats coming back into the marina for the night, a tanker trolls off the coast of South Bay beaches, Palos Verdes where he lives with his parents in the detached studio above the garage, all the way over to Long Beach with its oil rigs that dot the coastline. It's a rare day in L.A. when you see this much. The sun's still far from setting but there's the beginning of pink tinge in the sky. A ribbon of yellow follows the sun across the water. He figures it'll set in another hour. He'd like to be on the freeway by then. Opposite the window is a huge fireplace, not that one's ever needed in L.A. In front of it sits a couch. He flops down and kicks his sneakers up on a large coffee table. There's a silver tray with crystal glasses and two decanters, one clear, one brown. He picks up the dark one and smells very oaky scotch, pours himself a good amount in one of the crystals. Looks out to the city, toasts himself. He grabs his crotch for no discernible reason but simply because it feels good. He takes another sip, feels it burn his lips, tongue, throat, and then his belly. He's feeling exceptionally good and he's getting hard. He's inclined, against his better judgment, to whip out his hefty meat and beat off right there on a stranger's couch. A gong from a clock strikes the half hour. He swigs the rest of the glass and sets it back on the tray. He hops down the staircase and back to master bathroom. Palos Verdes where he grew up is filthy rich, but this bathroom he recognizes as old wealth; wealth from when L.A. was new. All original fixtures. Spacious. Pair of white porcelain faucets that read Hot and Cold at the sink, white tiles with a stripe of mint green at chest height. Hand-laid hexagon tiles in elaborate patterns cover the floor. The toilet's metal and huge, flushes with a pull chain atop a tank that sits at head height. It had been a long day. He lets his shorts fall to the floor and steps out of his shoes, puts his backpack on the counter. He opens the toilet lid. He's semi-rigid so he needs to carefully aims his piss over his P.A. He tilts over so it's aimed straight down, not splashing in random streams. He gushes powerfully for a few solid minutes, relishing the release and enjoying the loud noise it's making in the bowel. He shakes his dick a few times and goes back to the mirror. He pulls the band off his ponytail, shakes out his mane, and stuffs the band in his pack's front zipper. He's tempted to use one of the big white plush monogrammed towels on the rack. SM, reads the monogram. Funny. Instead, he takes out a small terrycloth beach towel he grabbed from home and flops it over the glass shower stall. He peers down and notices a lower drawer partially open. There's something flesh colored inside. He opened it up and finds a cone-shaped piece of rubber that then tapers down to a slab of pink rubber the size of a quarter. He's heard of butt plugs but never seen one up close. By all rights he should be grossed out but he isn't; mostly he's curious. He picks it up and feels its heft and density, where it gives, where it's rigid. It's pretty big. So fags put these up their butts? Why would you do that? He puts it back in the open drawer and rinses his hands. He gets in the shower and picks up a hanging metal hose. He gets what the nozzle's for and let it drop. He turns on the faucet and water spouts out the hose in a spray that makes the hose dance and clang around the stall. He reached up and turns a nob connected to the wall pipe that makes water run through the showerhead. He rinses the day off him. The spray feels like rain and the splatter echoes across the tiled room. He soaps his pits, his butt, his pubes. His got a full eight inch erection and it's soaped and ready to go. He gives it a couple of whacks, then holds his balls and starts getting into it. First he thinks of tits, huge tits swinging, wet and bouncy. Pussies pushed open showing pink and red. But then there's an image of the derelict man on a mattress under an overpass, his prison tattoos, a lewd pose showing off his dirty holes, another picture of a filthy boy reading a girlie magazine, cum on his stomachs. He's edging. He switches his mind to cunts he's fucked, sloppy twats, dry tight virgins, but they're pushed out, he's edging more when he feels the density of the buttplug, knowing it's been up someone's asshole, what that must feel like. He spurts hard and spurts hard again, right across the shower stall. A big wad of cum's running down the glass. He shakes and steadies his knees. He strokes himself a few times more. He contracts with each stroke. Then polishing his nob hurts and he stops. There's a bottle of shampoo on the floor. He picks it up and smells it approvingly. He rinses off his hands and lathers his head, massages his scalp, and then rinses his head back with the sensual streams running through his hair. Some soap gets in his eyes and he turns around and lets the water wash over his face. He rubs his sockets and floods his face with water. His body loosens; the soot, the sun, wash away until he's fully relaxed, freshly jacked and ready to head home. His dick's still hard. He shuts off the water. He clicks open the gold handled door and wipes himself with his beach towel. The owner's hairdryer sits next to his pack on the counter. He sets it on high, brushing out his hair with his fingers. Straight, parted in the middle, feathered to perfection—he's satisfied. His dick's still hard, which is increasingly weird, but looking at himself in the mirror he looks pretty hot. He thinks about taking a selfie. Nah, instead goes for his jeans and tee-shirt in his backpack. It's empty. He opens a back compartment. Also empty. He looks on the floor for his shorts. Missing. He's being punked. He put his knuckles on the counter. "Hey!" he shouts, echoing against the tile. "Cute, bitch! Not funny!" He smacks his hands on the counter. The only thing not missing is his red cap, which he puts on. He tries wrapping the towel around his waist but it comes up short. He goes out naked looking for the thief. He darts through the master bedroom into the dining room. Dusk's approaching and the wooden floorboards creak hollowly. Only thing he hears is tick-tock. "Hello?" he calls up to the living room before bounding up the stairs. The sunset has gone from pink to red, the sun a few inches above the water. He looks out to see if there's a car outside. The driveway's deserted. It's possible someone had parked in the garage but he isn't going out in his mini towel to find out. He thinks maybe he can borrow something in the owner's closet. He'd bring it back on Monday. And why won't his dick go down? The bedroom's in the back part of the house close to the hillside. It's cavernous and dark in here. He switches on a light which does little to fill the darkness. The light's maybe forty watts and the room's paneled in rich mahogany, which easily drinks up the wattage. The bed's enormous with pillars on each corners. Large eyehooks where the mattress meet the bedposts. He isn't liking this much at all. He finds the closet secreted within the wood panel. He opens it up and finds a shadowy gloom. He can't see a thing inside but senses it goes in really deep. He reached around the door looking for a switch and finds none. He enters cautiously raising his hand in the air hoping to find a light cord. A few feet in and he's still searching. It's probably the biggest walk-in he's ever seen—or not seen. About eight feet in his hand hits a small piece of chain. He tugs it and the closet bursts with a harsh light. Surrounding him is an enormous collection of leather jackets; beneath hang leather pants, some with, some without crotches; a row of various height boots stack against the back wall; above them a row of caps, a second shelf of masks, some with zippers for eyes and mouth, and a few gas masks; opposite the jackets are harnesses and vests, also some rubber shorts and tops, one piece is shiny rubber that would encase you from head to feet with only a few holes at your mouth and one hole for a dick. From the size of the jackets and pants he figures it fits someone tall and either extremely fat or exceedingly muscular. Neither he wants to meet. He turns around to leave but someone's blocking his way. He jumps back only to realize it's a full length mirror on the door that shut while he's been looking around. He wedges the door open and lets the light spill into the room. There's a dresser where he should find something, underwear, shorts, a sweater, something that will get him to his truck and out of here. In the first drawer he finds handcuffs and wrist restraints. A second drawer is full of rope and bandages. He started to get panicked and rifles through drawers several at a time. Blindfolds, ball gags, leg restraints, studded arm bands, cock rings, long metal rods, medical instruments that he can't even begin to think what they're for, jars of lube, a drawer filled with large and extra large dildoes, a box of small brown vials. The vials are slimy and smell off-putting. In fact the whole room has a stale scent of grease. Now that there's more light he can see the bed is covered by a large rubber sheet and streaked with grease. Art on the wall is of men with exaggerated nipples and massive cocks, fisting, fucking, and pissing on each other. They're signed Tom. The entire ceiling's mirrored. He sees himself on the ceiling looking down at himself, naked, cock still amazingly erect. Also reflected, taking up the entire doorway, a bearded leatherman smacking his palm with a nightstick.

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This site, porn and the fact that I see rubbers S a barrier. raw skin on skin sex is the best. Allowing a man inside you, receiving his DNA is the ultimate.

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Please someone do that to me!

If I know there's a likelihood of being fucking by a number of guys, I'm very happy with them only fucking me for five minutes, before ideally loading me. That way my hole can take more and more cocks and more and more loads! I'm only keen on a long fuck if it's a 1-1 session, in which case I WANT it to be a long fuck.

My hole makes quite a bit of "slime". I find that adding the tiniest bit of baking soda to my lube mixture (and letting it fully dissolve before use) makes me produce even more.

You are right that piss from the ass can be intense. I like it if the guy is in my sling and I am rimming/snowballing/yellowballing it to him as he gives it back to me little by little. It is best when I breed and fill him in the sling and then go lie down under the rimseat. Working his hole open with my tongue, as he sits above me, creates at first a drip of all the mixed fluids--and then a veritable waterfall empties into my mouth.

You are spot on about fisting pigs producing the most. I love to lap it up and/or use it for lube (which of course is what it is.) I love to eat a hole, before a fuck, during the fuck, and after the fuck and fist. I can piss hard--and have learned that the kuntslop mixes wonderfully with piss...

Chapter 13: The Road to Pozzing Our first visit to the doctor was after a week. The doctor did a test on my partner to determine his viral load. He informed him he was well on his way, but not there yet. The doctor added that he was impressed though with such a viral load after only a week. He said his current load was over 50,000 and said a high viral load was around 100,000 but he's seen guys with a million or more. He said he expected my partner would be well over 100,000 by next week though and likely to infect me by next week. Boy was it going to be a long week! When we got back, we headed to the waiters place to celebrate. I begged my partner to breed me, but he said it would be worth the wait if a week. I'm not sure who was more disappointed, the waiter or me. He said as there wasn't going to be any sex, we should party some. He headed into the house saying he'd be right back. He returned with some Tina and something I'd completely forgot about. About a month earlier, we had all jacked off our loads, and froze the cum in popsicle molds. My partner said he knew how much i wanted cum up my ass, and the waiter smiled and said i was going to get some. The molds weren't quite as long as a rocket pop, but thicker. Both he and my partner did a slam, but gave me a booty bump, before fucking me with the cumscicle. I've had a booty bump before, and loved the rush from it, and how much longer the high seemed to be. Had it not been for the bump, I'm not sure how the cumscicle would have been! Even high, it was quite the experience. The cold at first was quite the shock, but it quickly melted in my hot hole. Neither of them fucked me, but they did finger the cum inside my hole until it seeped out over my balls. All in all, I took three maybe 4 cumscicles. The second week arrived, and we went for our tests. My partners viral load was over 500,000! The doctor said we should have the conversation party soon, and offered his place. He said that it would only be the three of us. My partner breeding me, and him filming it if we wanted. He explained that we should not invite the waiter as he felt a strong bond between my partner and I and felt it was important that we were confident in knowing he was the one that pozzed me. We both agreed. The doctor said not to worry though, once I converted he would also throw a party for us. He continued by saying that he too had stopped his meds, but the results were not as encouraging as my partners. Before we left, the Dr took me aside and said he wanted to see me privately, and nor to let my partner know about it. I thought this strange, but agreed to it. Before leaving, the Doctor set up a time for my conversion. We decided on Friday evening as we would have the entire weekend. We agreed that would be a great idea. I set up my private appointment with the doctor for the following day, knowing that Friday was fast approaching. At the appointment he told me to strip, and get on the table. He planted a deep kiss on my lips, and told me he was so happy for the both of us. Just the thought of Friday got me hard, and the doctor said he wanted to taste one of my final negative loads. After he finished me off, he said he would insure that Friday would likely be the day of my conversion. He explained that special prep would help though. He then pulled a cruel condom from a drawer and explained it to me. I told him that the waiter had already given us one, but we'd not used it yet. He said he preferred using a toothbrush, and felt that would be sufficient consideting my partners Viral load. He instructed me to put my legs in the stirrups and handed me a toothbrush. He explained that he felt it would be important to brush my hole before my partner seeded me Friday. He also suggested that I initiate the brushing by telling my partner that I would first brush myself to show my commitment to him and then ask my partner to aggressively brush my hole. I begged the doctor to fuck me the cruel condom, and he said it would be best that I wait for the party after I pozzed. He however suggest I experience it by putting it on a dildo, and fucking myself. I then shoved the toothbrush up my hole, and started brushing myself. While doing that, the doctor dropped his pants and started playing with his rock hard cock. He told me to pull the brush out, and look for some pink on it. I'll have to admit, I was a bit nervous and wasn't brushing that hard, and the first several times I took it out there was no pink. When we first saw pink though, the Doctor positioned his cock at my face, a blew a huge load on it. That was a relief, as in the back of my mind I thought the doctor was going to breed me. Next Chapter: Impregnating Me

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BONUS CHAPTER TODAY! Not knowing what tropical storm Nikki may bring to my area, posting today rather than tomorrow. Next Chapter: The Exam. The exam began like any normal exam. Height, weight, BP, the usual. As the doctor was checking my balls, I started getting hard. I was a bit embarrassed, but he said that was a normal reaction, and a good sign. He then asked if I had thought about pozzing anyone once I became poz. I told him that I had thought about it, but was worried my equipment wasn't the best to poz someone. He said just look at his cock. It was about the same size as mine, yet it looked longer on his wasting body. He continued by saying that he has pozzed others with a similar cock. That was a relief to me! The doctor then instructed me to put my legs in the stirrups and took out a speculum to open my ass wide. He said that my hole was quite flexible, and that he was sure that my partner helped out with that. I asked the doctor to retrieve my phone from my pants, and take a closeup of my wide open hole, to which he agreed. After he loosened the speculum and said it was time for a prostrate exam. He explained that I was too young to know what one was like, but normally the Dr would simply insert a finger to feel the prostrate for cancer. He explained that if it was OK, he'd be inserting his cock, not to check for cancer, but to see how I reacted. He then put his cock in me, and started fucking me. It wasn't long before I started to precum. My partner and the waiter entered the exam room, just as I shot a huge load on my chest and face. The doctor then released his nut into me after a few grunts. The doctor then congralated us on our decision and added by saying it was his option that I not only wanted it, but needed it. I looked at my partner, and said the doctor was right, and I wanted him to be the one to poz me. A huge smile came over my partners face, and he planted a huge kiss on me. The doctor did the same with the waiter. The doctor explained that he still had to do an HIV and STI tests, which would become a normal routine but he would be honored to see my partner breed me. The waiter asked if he could breed me too. The doctor said absolutely not! He said there would be plenty of time to breed me once I got the fuck flu. Just like the Dr helped him during his fuck flu. The doctor even said that he was thinking about going off meds to help me through the flu phase. With that, my partner told me to get on the table and we'd make love for the last time while both of us were still negative. The Dr walked over to a cabinet, and retrieved a glass pipe, and said don't mind us, we'll be celebrating too. As much as I wanted to smoke too, and we agreed it should only be done in a solo situation ans I wanted our last negative session to be completely sober, and enjoy the moment. My partner began making love to me and the doctor wheeled over some sort of machine. He explained that it was a sonogram, typically used on pregnant women but it was also great to see a cock up an ass. He applied a cold liquid on my lower stomach, and put the pad on it. Sadly he didn't let us watch the video, but said he'd give me a copy of it. He explained that as I had made up my mind to have my partner poz me, there was to be no anal sex for at least the next 2 weeks to insure that it was him that gifted me. He said that I was free to breed others though and suck as much cock as I could. The doctor said that he would test my partner every few days, and determine when he became toxic again. He said it normally took 2 weeks, but he'd seen it happen faster in rare cases. He then said he'd be happy to provide a place for my conversion to take place. He said it would be at his home, and not in the office. He continued by saying that it should be in a romantic setting. He continued by saying it would be an honor to video it to create a lasting video. We both agreed to that! Next Chapter: Hell Weeks

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I'm of the same mind re: poppers. A very slight whiff (meaning, the actual bottle is several feet away from me) can give me a shiver, but I only keep them around for other guys who might want them. To the guys that bring poppers in the darkrooms/fuckjoints: ASK before you shove the bottle under some guy's nose.

This is untrue. Poppers are exclusively chemicals in the alkyl nitrite group. The only variation is the number of carbon atoms that makes the difference in whether you’re dealing with amyl, isobutyl, isopropyl, or one of the other nitrites in the group. The effects between members in the group vary slightly, but the principle action is the same. Any other substance is NOT poppers, and this very emphatically includes ‘Maximum Impact’, which is a completely different chemical, does something completely different to the body (it works as a general anesthetic) and can be deadly. It is very important that in your search for something to take the place of poppers you fully investigate every potential substance before trying it on your body. Some can be very hazardous, and some - like poppers and viagra - are potentially deadly in combination. Your body is not a chemistry set. If you treat it like one, things can go very wrong very quickly.

Cbt until I am begging and pleading to do what he wants. my hole belted until it’s swollen and sore to the touch, facing a mirror and watching him and a few friends put a little lube on their cocks before taking turns shoving their cocks in my swollen and sore hole painfully fucking me, as long as they want, as many times as they want. or belting my hole to make it swollen and sore as I have to fuck his hand into me, as many times as he wants

I find that when you start taking the risk there's no going back: when I've tried going back there's little or no pleasure in it, probably because - as someone said above - the risk is part of the pleasure. But I do what I can to reduce the risk - by taking Prep for the time being and until I decide I'm ready to ramp it up to the next level of risk - and of pleasure. That day is getting close, largely thanks to the great guys on this site.

risk makes the heart pound fear rises and sex reaches new heights of pleasure.:)

I would not go if they didn't require proof of vaccinations because I am not a fuckin idiot. There is nothing controversial about getting vaccinated to protect yourself and others. Its NOT a fuckin debatable issue. And if you are on this site and don't realize that, you are dumb and negligent scum! Sorry buddy.

Part 7 Blake rolled off the ottoman and onto the floor and laid there in a quivering heap. Red cum oozed out of his gaping hole, while spit and vomit ran out of his gasping mouth. He coughed and cum shot out of his nose, coating his lips. My new whore was certainly starting to truly look his part as a pathetic, niggah cumdump. But there was no time to rest. I grabbed the bitch and threw him on his stomach over the ottoman. Watching my boy's brutal rape for the last hour or so, had my fat, ebony snake wanting to spew more venom. I grabbed another nice chunk of T, and shoved it into the bloody cunt in front of me. Blake moaned as his hole burned again. "Damn Jesse." Said a voice. "More of that shit?" "Fuck yea." I replied. "Told y'all I wanted this slut fucked up. I ain't gonna let this whore sleep for a week." I threaded a spiked ring through my plum coloured cockhead. "I'm gonna keep his hole plugged the entire time. A week of no sleep, constantly high, with never an empty pussy is gonna fuck up this rich little bitch royally. He'll be LUCKY to not end up in the hospital! All he'll crave is drugs and cocks, and he'll do ANYTHING for them!" With that I shoved my pierced cock deep and hard into Blake's bloody cumhole. He let out a guttural moan as the spikes rammed into his battered prostate. I motioned a guy to film Blake's face as I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, giving the camera a good shot of his cum covered face. Cum hung out of his nose and spit clung to his peach fuzz as his baby blue eyes rolled back into his head. "Talk to me cunt!" I ordered him. "Tell me what a whore you are. Tell me you love being a niggah cumdump." Blake's drug addled brain let loose. "Yes Sir!" He croaked from his cock shredded throat. "I'm your fucking whore! Give me you big, black cock Sir! Fuck me! I'm your filthy little pig! Please cum in my worthless holes!" "They are worthless, bitch. Only good for one thing after tonight. Taking cum. How many loads have you taken today boy?" He didn't answer. "Over 20 so far. 20 cocks have cum in your faggot, white ass! 20 anonymous cumloads have been dumped in you. You fucking pig!" Blake groaned hearing this. "There are still 4 men here who haven't cum yet, slut. You want their loads?" "Yes Sir! Give me more!" "Why boy? Tell me why. Beg!" "I'm a whore Sir! I need cum! Please let them fuck me! Please let them dump in me! It's what I'm for! Please! I'm a faggot slut! I NEED THEIR COCKS SIR! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I laughed as I pulled his head back farther, opening his mouth wide. A cock started pissing into his mouth. "DRINK IT BITCH!" I commanded. "You're not only a cumdump, your a urinal too! A niggah's piss bucket!" Blake did his best as more men pissed into his mouth, but it spilled as he gagged. One guy put his cockhead against Blake's nostril, and let loose a strong stream right into his sinuses. The men laughed as Blake struggled for breath. I buried my cock all the way and shot another load into the gagging white boy. After I pulled out, two men grabbed Blake and pulled him away. One laid down and pushed the whore onto his fat, black monster while another guy lined his cock up next to it. Placing his cockhead at the oozing opening, he grabbed Blake's shoulders and rammed his cock into the teenage boy as hard as he could. Blake howled like a wolf as his ass was ripped open wider by the two, dark poles. Both men held the boy still while their huge cocks plundered his hole, that had until today been virgin. They fucked the boy with rage, pounding his fuckhole as hard as they could while Blake wailed in pain. To make it worse for my new property, I clamped the alligator clamps onto his nipples, right on the very tips of his little, pink buds, where it was the most sensitive. He screamed as much as his ragged throat would allow, as the clamps pierced the skin, drawing blood. The two men deep in his cunt both shot their loads as the teen jerked and spasmed in pain. Two more big, black cocks found their way into Blake's ruined hole, brutally fucking it. Blake moaned and babbled nasty shit while the last two guys at the party to cum, added more to the ripped, bloody mess that was formerly an asshole. As Blake lay on the floor, a fucked up mess, one of the guests entered carrying a round hair brush. I smiled cruelly as I took it from him. Poor Blake may have thought he'd get a rest, but he was wrong. "Pick him up!" I told a couple guys. "Throw him on the ottoman and spread his legs..."

6. Ouroboros Sunrise approaches. There is an oblique orange glow in the southern facing windows. In the early dawn only Riggs and Duncan are left in the tower. Riggs wanted to get Duncan alone and talk to him about the prospects of moving with him to San Francisco should he receive the Artistic Director position for the SF-based company. A teaching and company member position; fight instructor he's thinking. First, though, he wants to see Duncan's professed skills while he's tied to the St. Andrews cross. Brenner excused himself, saying he's tired. As he made his way to his room in the dark, through labyrinthine passageways in these early hours, hearing the echoes of a whip's crack and then Riggs' bound screams from the tower. A pair made for each other, he thinks. Truth is, he wants to be alone and imagine (and beat off to) what Duncan and Tucker felt when they took the eel. Once he finds his room buried deep within the mountainside, Riggs' muffled cries are only background while he concentrates his mind, dick flapping in hand, around the sensation of what a four-foot creature traveling through his body would feel like. He'll bargain with Elijah to have the experience when everyone is up and parting ways in the afternoon, but Elijah will turn him down, telling him it's only meant for a select few. Brenner will leave in a huff, and it will permanently mark him, compel him to find other ways to over-compensate for the slight. But that will only manifest itself in many years to come. Which leaves Samuel, Elijah, and poor depleted Tucker making their way back up to the aquarium room. The men park the exhausted boy back in the cowhide barber chair. Samuel scoops a glass of water from the tank and gives Tucker a much needed drink. Tucker downs the glass in almost one gulp. He doesn't see Samuel dipping into the tank a second time in an effort to slake his thirst. The water tastes odd, is not satisfying his thirst, but he begs for a third nonetheless. Samuel obliges. The other ex-Jesuit has gotten out his barber tools and comes up behind Tucker and massages his shoulders. It's as much tenderness as he needs, and melts into the chair. The electric blades click on. Samuel is spreading foam on his arm. It feels good to have a slow, soothing sensation of fingers going over his bicep and forearm. Elijah's electric blade buzzing through his hair also feels good. He feels he's shedding skin, carefully orchestrated by two men who know exactly what they're doing. Samuel moves to the other arms while Elijah finishes the first phase of denuding the boy's entire body. The chair is tipped back and Elijah sits on a stool in back of Tucker washing his stubble with warm water. He then soaps the scalp and with a sharpened straight razor starts scraping the sides. Now the top. Tucker's totally into it. The more his body is shaved the more alive he feels. Elijah turns his head to one side. Tucker can't help but give in to whatever the men who attend him want. Elijah lays bare one side of his neck, then tilting his head the other way, strips the boy of any remaining scalp hair. The man takes a warm cloth and wipes his head clean. Samuel has soaped the boy's legs and is scraping them clean from thigh to toe. Once smooth, Samuel moves on to his public hair, first using scissors to remove the large swath of dark hair, then after foam is applied, the straight razor scrapes against the grain and makes him new-born smooth. Elijah is busy at his arm pits, making sure there is not one hair left on his torso. Both armpits are clean, then Elijah removes the boy's eyebrows. Both men anoint his body with water from the tank, then turn him over in the chair so his butt is folded highest in the chair. There is a lot of hair to remove back here. Elijah takes the butt crack and the patch of fur at the small of his back, while Samuel works on making his legs completely hairless. When both are satisfied with the result they run their hands over his body, ensuring not one hair remains. Tucker takes a hand and examines himself. He is rock hard as his hands run over the course of his completely shorn body. "Why?" he asks Elijah far back in his brain, as if he's looking up from a hole dug six feet deep. "We are removing the animal you were born into, to become something better, more pure." Samuel applies olive oil to his skin. Elijah joins in. Tucker sees an silver urn pour out liquid onto his chest, his groin, his arms and legs, and the lubricant is massaged into his pours, joints, pits, hole. In fact, as he now sits back up in the chair, an inordinate amount of attention is being placed on pouring a lot of oil into Samuel's hand and then cupped inside his hole. He feels like one slimy fucker and is squirming his hand onto the outstretch palms of the men greasing him up. This is like no other sensation. It's as if he himself feels what it's like to be a greased up dick slipping within a firm fist, that his body is a dick made out of his complete form. He can't get enough of their touch. If they keep up their stroking his head will explode in a volcanic orgasm. First Master Eli bends and kisses him, then Samuel's sunken face bends over and sends his tongue into the boy's mouth. "Time to take him downstairs," Elijah signals to Samuel. As they descend the stairs, Tucker hears the muffled screams of Riggs from the tower. "What's that?" Tucker asks. "A story that's not part of yours. Yours is a much more interesting tail," says Samuel as they enter the master bedroom. They're escorting him cautiously between them, but as they cross into the bedroom sense the boy has no intention of running, which is usually the case. Elijah lays him on the rubber sheets and moves him to the center of the bed. "Ready for one more shot?" Samuel's asks. Tucker nods his head up and down, and then sinks face down into the rubber. "And one for you, brother?" "Give him the same as me. Seven," says Elijah. "He'll lose his mind after all he's had." "The general idea, isn't it?" The men smile. Elijah crawls naked onto the bed. Once he positioned against the headboard, he cradles the boy's head in his meaty palms. "Do you have enough light, brother?" Elijah asks in the dark room who's only light comes from the dirt-covered windows in the back of the house. "Plenty," says Samuel, taking two syringes from the dresser. He takes the vial of speed and fills both syringes to point seven, and takes a third for himself at the same level. Elijah folds the boy's head into his hairy crotch. The boy sniffs and laps his tongue in the bush. "Hold him still." Elijah grips his head while Samuel find one of the three useful veins in his neck. He gets a draw. "Enjoy this, boy. Totally give in to how you feel. You, too, brother," and Elijah holds his neck to the side. Samuel feels for a vein then pops the point into Elijah's neck. Emptying the syringe elicits a deep, massive cough. Samuel sits on the side of the bed and shoots up in his neck, too. Tucker hasn't moved since he's been injected. His breathing is locked and has paralyzed his brain. He suddenly jolts upright gasping for air, then coughs, rasps another breath and hacks again. Samuel reaches out for him and puts his skeletal fingers around the boys cock. The sensation sends Tucker into a tailspin, falling forward bumping his head against Elijah's erect monster. "Oh, fuck, Sir, I want to drain your cock," he says, he brain fried of all thoughts save one: lust. Elijah's eyes are rolled up in his head and speaks from a far away place, saying, "Go ahead, boy. Take it all in." Tucker's head turns as he inhales his Master's meat. "All the way down. All the way." He pushes Tucker down on his cock. Tucker takes it to the bush and Elijah holds him there. Samuel is stroking Tucker's cock and playing with his heavy P.A. causing Tucker to writhe on the slippery rubber. Samuel's feeling his butt, sticking in a few fingers as Elijah sticks a finger, then a second also into Tucker's hole. He's bringing him up to his face so he can see, out of flickering eyes, how Tucker's gape is fairing. With Samuel's fingers and his in the boy's ass lips, they're tearing him apart. His hole is wide open being pulled in different directions. There are no longer men in the room, only three animals. Elijah rips the boy from Samuel who growls at the side of the bed, like a wolf who's dinner's been ripped from him. "Brother, get the speculum. The boy's not going to take my fist as he is." Samuel snarls. He knows he could take the boy but Elijah is claiming ownership, and circumstances being what the are, he has the right to be the one to take the boy. He careens over to the dresser and out of the bottom drawer produces the forearm-length horse speculum. All he has to do to lube it is draw some of the excess oil smeared over the bed, most of which leaks out of the boy's ass, which he does and hands it to Elijah. Elijah has gotten Tucker's ass to face his. His tongue is inside the boy's rectum and his long tongue is licking the boy's inner walls. Soon he will want to see the beginning of a prolapse before he's done tonight and will eat it before the metamorphosis. He takes the huge speculum and aligns it with Tucker's hole. "Boy, don't stop sucking my cock. If this begins to hurt, suck me harder." Tucker agrees in a grunt with Elijah's cock buried in his throat. The speculum's base is held next to Elijah's ear. He begins to slide it in and feels the boy's head bobbing up and down more rapidly the deeper in he goes. He must be feeling discomfort or pain and he pushes it in to its halfway mark, for Tucker's head is at his cock like a jackhammer. Right past the halfway point, Tucker's head collapses across his body, his head's buried on his cock, and he's not moving. The boy shudders lying on top of him. He slaps the boy's ass hard. The smack seems to wake him and he once again is deep throating him. Samuel is sitting crossed-legged in front of Tucker's head. He holds a bottle of poppers to his nose. It accounts for the short pause from the boy who's now very receptive to the speculum's penetration and the enthusiasm of the sucking is at a peak. It's all Elijah can do not to cum down the boy's throat. The speculum has hit a barrier before it's almost in. He signals to Samuel to give the boy another hit. Samuel's raising the boy's face up enough to place the bottle under his left nostril, then his right, then once again under each. Tucker goes back to swallow his Master's cock and luxuriating is the smell of his Master's rancid bush. He pauses in the bush on every decent. It makes his Master leak but doesn't distract him from his objective. The last of the instrument is in and he's now spreading the two duck blades apart. He's got it open several inches. The boy sends out a loud moan of pleasure and torment. Samuel gives the boy another hit then pushes his head down under Elijah's balls and orders him to eat. The boy's head's buried in Elijah's taint and he's rutting like a pig to get down further to his Master's bunghole. "Come here and look at this," Elijah says, entranced. "Flick on the lamp." On his way to his brother, Samuel flicks on a side table lamp, enough to display Tucker's enormous gape. It's spacious enough for Elijah to ram his arm up to his elbow. Samuel can even add his arm and grab Elijah's hand. "Halfway there, brother. We might be able to do this together." "It'll be a welcome first, brother. Let's get this out of him," Samuel suggests regarding the speculum. Elijah reverses the processes slowly so as not to pinch any sensitive internal skin. Once they have it removed, they work the boy around so his head's up at the top of the headboard. They tie his hands. The boy's face is brown from wallowing under Elijah's hole. He seems excited judging by the size of his dick, which is a good sign of success for the metamorphosis. The men tie each of Tucker's legs to the top eyelet at the bottom bed posts so his torso is straining in the air, the better to have direct access to his quite open hole. Elijah allows Samuel to go first while he takes up at Tucker's head with a fresh box of amyl nitrate caps. Samuel greases up his arm and slowly lowers it into Tucker. Tucker cries out not know where he is anymore, only senses what his body is going through. Samuel feels the cobwebs between colon chambers, fine webs that he's destroying as he penetrates the boy. I'm sure if you've ever fisted someone you've felt the heart beats when you've found a new area to penetrate. Your fingers feel like your touching harp stings directly coming from your fistee's heart. Samuel's feeling Tucker's heartstrings once he gets to the elbow. Every few inches the coursing of blood rushes through the thin fibers separating the chambers. Each time he slides into a virginal area, Tucker calls out from somewhere lost inside his body. Tucker's unmoored again since the needle shot into his neck. He has no idea where he is. He barely remembers who. He only knows how much he's enjoying his body being ripped away from him. He feels his legs in the air and a skeleton of a man looming above him. Someone, a man with a black beard is feeding him vapors that allows and encourages the skeleton to drill into him deeper. Each inch the skeleton takes, a memory bubbles up and washes away. The skeleton is scratching at a door like a dog wanted to get in. Tucker resists but the aroma hits his brain not only sabotages his defense but makes him complicit in betraying himself. He shows the skeleton the rift, the keyhole, the clue where he can be unlocked. The skeleton is keen on finding these weakness and exploiting them to his advantage. A memory of the face of his fourth grade school teacher, Mrs. McCullough, the oddest collection of consonants and vowels he'd ever encountered, bubbles up. Her black horn-rimmed glasses, her watery eyes, her times tables and cursive handwriting on the green chalkboard, is right in front of his eyes. Then as a price for the sense of pleasure of deeper penetration, he must choose between her memory or this new pleasurable sensation. He chooses pleasure each time and her face fractures and is swept away to eternity; a new depth of penetration bears down inside his body, replaces self with erotic pulp of mindless ecstasy. There is something telling him to stop the slide but it weakens every moment. Samuel stand over the boy, his arm inside Tucker's hole's up to his bicep. "He's starting to resist. I think he knows what's happening." Elijah rises from cradling Tucker's head and comes over to the end of the bed. He takes a stance next to Samuel. Samuel withdraws his hand. His arm is covered in pink grease with bits of red at his fingernails. "I'll punch him for a while and see if he regresses. Lower that leg." They each lower a leg laying Tucker's back to rest on the rubber sheet, but still leaves his legs hoist mid-way up the post. Samuel greases Elijah’s hairy black arms. Tucker's focusing on him in a way that he hasn't before. He's starting to see the man's not on his side; giving him pure pleasure is a ruse. His eyes are bobbing above a sea of complete pleasure, a last attempt not to drown. There's more at work here that he starts to fathom, that with each new pleasure, a part of himself is traded away. He knows his name but can't remember how he got here or who these men are. He only knows they pleasure him but at what cost? If Duncan's hands were extra large, Elijah's are twice as big. Elijah finds it difficult to make the hurdle through his first sphincter. Samuel quickly cracks a cap and makes Tucker forget what's possible and only allows what's desired. His mind is blank again and he pushes his asslips onto Elijah's closed fist. Once inside it's literally downhill from there. Elijah doesn't stop till he's buried to his elbow. Tucker's eyes are rolled up into his head, as hears Elijah order, "Open your eyes and watch me!" He does. Tucker sees an entire forearm of black hair pull out of him. His ass farts as the air deflates out of him. "Push," Elijah orders. He does, and the man's telling him he's a good boy. That's it, push it out. The man then plows back into him with a force that propels the arm past the elbow. He feels stuffed as he's never felt, feels an object buried so deep a collection of grade school friends he barely remembers show their faces and blow away like sand across a schoolyard. He looks up and sees the skeleton next to him snapping a caplet, holding one nostril, telling him to inhale, while his ass flairs open even deeper on the wrist of black hairs. The man above him plummets down into his gut. "What are you doing to me?" he asks as more with his eyes than with his voice. The man only acknowledges he doing something to him. Grunts yes. Tucker pleads again, and the man explains what he's doing, again more with his mind than voice. He's straightening out his colon. The man greases his other hand and is now alternating his fists and arms into Tucker's hole. His hole will never close completely again once the man pushes both hands in together. He bears down inside him, pushing and straining as deep as both hands will reach. He suddenly pulls both out and Tucker feels his guts following them out beyond his asslips. "Yes!" shouts the man. "Push, fucker! Push it out!" He doesn't exactly know what the man wants but it feels like he's shit or farting, but all he can see in the mirror above is petals of red blooming out of his asshole. The man's fingering it causing bolts of electricity from his hole to shoot to the rest of his body. He's on fire, his asshole is electrified. Whatever he's sacrificing is worth this sensation. He pushes again and the bloom that's coming out of him is being eaten by the man. He's licking not just his asshole but the walls exposed from inside. It's as if he's turning inside out and the more he does the more the man is pleased. He wants to please the man because it's all tied up with the pleasure he's feeling—circular logic, the snake eating its tail. Ouroboros. His guts appear to be shy and retreat well within his colon. The man stands. Both arms in him has stretched his opening wide, allowing the man easy access to pile drive one arm then the other again and again, over and over, in a huge power punch into his colon. Within the rapture, there is a final, vague image he has of standing in a crib. He sees his own tiny hands grip the rail. Two figure are in bed asleep. He loses his grip, and the memory slips away like smoke. He doesn't need the amyl now, he needs the man to destroy his hole. Since he's lost his grip on words, he's mouthing nonsense but the intent still comes through to the standing man. Wreck my hole, begging between each punch, annihilate my cunt, obliterate my pussy. He doesn't even know where these ideas are coming from, but he feels Samuel at his side, playing with his dick and nipples, coaxing him to deeper and darker imaginings. The standing man's in a frenzy, as is Tucker imploring the beast above to delve deeper and deeper into his soul. "That's it, boy. Give up everything to your Master and to His Master." Elijah pushes both arms deep into Tucker, stretching apart his ass, his enormous boulder-like shoulders bulging, veins popping, and then he yanks both arms out at the same time. Both fists pop out bring with them inches of Tucker's intestines. Elijah wraps as much as he can in his mouth and sucks the entire red bulge into his maw. He bites and chews the boy's entrails, gnaws into the center, sticking a tongue deep inside the prolapse. His dick is charged and he holds the prolapse steady and slips in his metal ring, then his cockhead, into the center orifice. He humps the prolapse, holding it like a small animal, while his cock slips deep inside. Tucker's fucked internal and externally. Elijah's rough hands are driving Tucker wild, while the cock buried deep is making him craven. He implores Master Eli to take him. Elijah is jacking his cock in his extended hole like a wild dog, unable to stop, unable to think. He's locked into Tucker as Tucker is with him. Elijah erupts like a geyser flooding the boy's depth with cum, a stream, a river, a tsunami of sperm flushing out of him. He pulls out and his arm travels along the river of cloudy seed down deep into the boy's body. Samuel whispers to him, "Fisters claim the heart of the boy is the goal. Not us—we say it's the soul. Give him yours." Tucker feels Elijah's shoulder resting at his hole. He feels the massive bush of black pit hair tickling his hairless sphincter. There's no fuller feeling he could possible have, no more feeling of belong to someone than this moment. He nods to Samuel, then nods up to Elijah. Elijah feels the boy's heartbeat, then feels the soul surrounding it, grabs it, and rips Tucker inside out.

Part 6 After the two days of partying the two grabbed a bite to eat before crashing. Logan woke up not feeling very well. 'The gifter' knew he had done his job knowing that this was most likely the fuck flu. Logan had no clue thinking that he needed a slam to feel better and being one not to disappoint he fixed a slam for his sick boy and administered the slam. The drugs did make Logan feel a little better as he quickly asked to be fucked. 'The gifter' knew he didn't have much time since he had a client to see for 'the boss', but he couldn't resist. He fucked Logan right up until he had to leave. 'The boss' seeing Logan high told 'the gifter' to take Logan with him on his job. For the first time in over a week was dressed and left the house to start working. They reached the party, made their delivery and joined the party. Logan was still a little high as he got on his knees and began sucking random cocks as the party goers began to get high. Slams were fixed for Logan and The gifter'. Before Logan knew what was going on he was higher than before and on all fours getting fucked at burg end and loving it. 'The gifter' was doing his job servicing his clients. Compared to what Logan had been through to this point the night he spent working (if they called it work getting high and fucked) was mild and only lasted one night. In the morning they returned to the house, where Logan tried to eat some food with no luck. Logan had the full blown fuck flu! After Logan recovered from the fuck flu he was properly tagged with a tattoo as property of 'the boss'. He was completely hooked on Tina and had become good at not only preparing a point but at administering as well administering his own slam. On top of everything Logan and The gifter' became very close and spent all their free time together. One night when they were all alone they decided to slam each other at the same time. The only difference was that The gifter' was to get the stronger slam and Logan a milder slam do that he will be able to top. 'The gifter' sucked Logan's cock to it's full harness, threw his legs back and guided Logan's cock inside his hole. They then administered slams to each other right before Logan began fucking him right before the tourniquets were pulled off. 'The gifter' coughed out hard as Logan pounded away. Logan was so used to Tina and slamming the he didn't cough but surly felt a mild rush as he worked to his first orgasm in weeks. With the Tina I his body as he began to feel his balls beginning to boil he knew he wouldn't last that long. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't hold back any longer. Logan began to moan as he reached the point of no return and screamed out as he shot a huge load inside 'the gifter's' ass. 'The gifter' leaned up and kissed Logan thanking him for the recharge. 'The boss' and his followers came into the bedroom. They quickly gave both teens fresh slams sending 'the gifter' into a high he never had experienced before and sending Logan into orbit to join 'the gifter'. They then spent the next few days using the boys.

well, after breaking so many promises of not BBing anymore, I came to the conclusion that the pleasure IS the risk.