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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.

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.

This one is based on an older story, but is told from the point of view of the party guest instead of the host... The Party Guest My name is Jack and several weeks ago I went to a party I found out about on A4A. It was a bareback party for negs only. I'm a 35 year old chubby closeted bi married guy from the midwest and relatively new to man sex although I love to pay around when my wife and son are out of town. Being married I had always used condoms but I was interested in trying bareback and this being a Neg Only party seemed safe enough, so I asked for an invitation. The organizer of the party replied back that he would love for me to come and that he would adminster and HIV test to everyone who was invited to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. That sounded great to me because I'm not on PrEP and didn't want to get pozzed. When I got there, a total of 8 other guys besides me showed up and the organizer gave each of us a swap telling us that if it came up neg that we were in. I was surprised that two of the other guys turned up poz and the organizer told them he was sorry but they could not take part. One of them took it in stride and the other was kinda upset but eventually he left without incident. That was too bad because he was hot, mid 30s I'd guess and a gym body with a big dick that I would have loved to play with. That left eight people playing including the host. The other guys were a Latino guy, I think he said his name was Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven and a very young black twink who looked so young the host insisted on checking his ID to make sure he wasn't underage. I forget his name, but surprisingly he was 22. Next there was Mark, a very hunky Asian guy with a surprisingly massive 9.5 inch dick. Last of all there was Bobby, who was another younger guy who was very flamboyantly queen-like. After the host had made all the introductions and completed all the tests proving the guests were all negative he pulled out beer, poppers and lube then turned on the music. I was in the mood to do some topping and Jordan had already been grabbed by Mark so I chatted Bobby up and soon we were holed up in a corner of the house making out on the floor. When I started fingering his hole he moaned almost like he was purring. I generously lubed up my dick and sunk it right into his hole. Obviously he was used to taking a lot of cock and probably some way bigger than mine because he took it easy. I plowed him for a while before shooting my load deep in his ass. After that he started sucking me without even cleaning up my cock, quickly bringing me back to hardness again. Then he sat right down on my cock and started riding me. Having cum once already it took me a long time. Occasionally as he was riding me I'd look around and see what was happening. The host was making his way around with hot three way action with Mark and Jordan and the couple. After that Mark came over and put his big dick in my face. He must have washed it off because it didn't even taste of lube. As soon as he was hard again he shoved me down and unceremoniously rammed my ass with no lube at all, making me moan out. Mark growled in my ear that he was using me like the host had just used him. He pounded me with a fury and then paused and I could feel his load being pumped in me. He didn't even rest long or get soft before I felt him start to move again and build up speed and soon his balls were slapping my taint again his hips bouncing off my corn fed ass. This time it took longer and again I felt his cum being pumped deep inside. By now my ass was really torn up and sore. But I was thoroughly satisfied, and definitely hooked on bareback, both giving and receiving. Eventually the party wrapped up and all the other guests but me left. The host approached me and asked if I was OK. I told him that this party was one of the best times I'd ever had and that I'd been plowed by Mark twice and that my ass was all beat up and I was tired. He offered that if I wanted I could stay the night. I quickly agreed and gathered up my clothing from where I had put it and then followed him up the stairs. As we were walking I kept looking at the packet of swabs he had on the table by the door. That got me start to thinking. When we walked into his bedroom I dropped my clothes on the floor near his bed and put my wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table then climbed into the bed and laid down on my stomach. I turned my head to him and looked up ready to ask him a question. As I did this he rolled onto my back and started making out with me occupying my mouth so I couldn't speak. Soon I could feel him fingering my hole and I told him "Stop, my ass really hurts" but he shushed me up and told me he would go easy. He began to rim my abused ass, and his tongue felt soothing on my fucked up hole causing my ass to rise up in the air on its own. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done and all I could do was moan. Soon I felt his fully hard dick start to enter my hot, torn up hole. Finally coming to my senses, I finally managed to ask him "I've been thinking. When we all showed up you made us all take an HIV test". "Yeah" he said, "to make sure you were all neg". I replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results". Before he could answer my phone rang and he reached over and handed it to me. As I unlocked it, he asked me who it was. "My Wife" I told him. He said I better answer it, that he wouldn't make a sound, although he never stopped slowly fucking me. I picked up and he continued to fuck me as I was talking to her, making it hard to concentrate. She told me she had come home early and as she said that he whispered in my ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." I felt suddenly flushed but he had me pinned under him. I couldn't scream and I couldn't move. He told me what I already knew, that my ass was really fucked up and if he busted in me I would most likely be pozzed. As my wife chatted away he quietly gave me a choice: "Tell your wife that you miss her and you will see her soon I will 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." I signed off the conversation with my wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that he whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood". It felt like the biggest load ever as busted his nut into my hole. After he finished he told me "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison". I was still in a state of shock as I put my clothes back on and went home. I pounced my wife so often the first few days after the party that she was wondering what was up. Now I'm waiting to see what happens, if I get the fuck flu, and wondering if I should go get tested or just let things go as they well. I'm not sure what to say or if I will tell her anything. I was on A4A today and I saw that the host of the party has posted another "Neg Only" bareback party. Maybe I will show up and get my test there. I'm not sure he will let me attend now that I know he is POZ, but I wouldn't tell anyone. And I don't know why, and I know it must sound crazy, but I'm actually kind of turned on by the thought of taking the risk again if I'm not POZ already. I know the host seeded most of the other guests and I also wondered how many of the other guys might also show up and be surprised if their swab turned up POZ, that is if they hadn't already found out.

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For sure as a total ffistpig I know my own hole is prolific in production of mankuntsnot and love being in that environment with load of other ffistpigs all getting their holes mutually used and producing increasing amounts of natural slime 🐷

I'm with you: if monogamy is chosen, it's a good idea. Otherwise, as every imposition, it ends up with destroying the relationship. After I tested HIV positive I rejected the monogamy concept for the future, as the man who gave me it claimed to be faithful but he fucked around and here's the result. Years later I met my ex, and I clarified: or open relationship, or nothing. But this was not the freedom I expected. Being open from the beginning has prevented us from knowing ourselves deeply, discovering our own limits, if we had desires or limits we simply went somewhere else to solve the issue without talking to each other. No, I'm not saying open relationship is wrong, I am saying that open relationship needs the right context if I want to make it work. And now, with my current partner, monogamy is what we both want; he's the man I have loved for a long time but many circumstances didn't allow us to develop a real story before. We feel satisfied and we go on with it, aware that if anything happens we might consider opening our relationship and this is not a limit for both of us. We have no contract signed which imposes monogamy, we've no one to disappoint if we break the rule, as, there's NO rule! We are doing what makes us happy and now it's monogamy. For the future, who knows? Till a month and half ago, I just said I'd never go back to monogamy, that it was boring and limiting... NOT with this man

I would add the following factors: FIRST: In the last few years, the Supreme Court has held that there is no federal constitutional problem with gerrymandering districts for partisan gain. Several red states (Ohio, Texas, Florida) have congressional districts that are far out of balance with the overall balance of votes in the state. For instance, in Ohio, the Republican who won the Senate seat got 53% of the vote. In a fairly districted state, you'd expect somewhere between 50 and 60% of House seats to go Republican. But the way the state is gerrymandered, 66% of the seats went to Republicans. In Florida, Rubio got 57% in his Senate race and DeSantis got 59% in the governor's race. But 71% of the congressional seats went to Republicans. In Texas, Abbott got 55% of the vote. But Republicans took 66% of the House seats. By contrast: California, the largest blue state, has its districts drawn independently without regard for party. New York's highest court imposed similar restrictions on that state. If those two states alone were allowed to gerrymander the way Republican states do, the Democrats would still hold the House. The Democrats lost four House seats in New York alone because we were not allowed to do what Republicans do in Texas and Florida. (Illinois is currently our "best bet"; statewide races tend to go about 55% Democratic, and we hold 14 of 17 seats there.) SECOND: In at least three states, courts ruled that the redistricting plans enacted by those state legislatures violated the Voting Rights Act, including the aforementioned Ohio. The others were Louisiana and Alabama, both of which refused to create a second black-majority district to better reflect the states' populations. The Supreme Court blocked all three of those court decisions, allowing the plans - which were already found by the courts to violate the law - to be used for this election anyway. If those decisions had not been blocked, the Democrats would probably still hold the House. THIRD: Republican legislatures in many red states enacted a whole batch of discriminatory voting measures over the last few years, curtailing or eliminating drop boxes, prohibiting people from having anyone else turn in their ballot, enabling other voters to easily "challenge" the eligibility of others to vote, cutting back on early voting and vote-by-mail, and more. Almost every measure was designed to hurt turnout in communities where progressives/liberals/Democrats outnumber Republicans. Quite a few were struck down, but again, the courts (stacked with Republican judges hostile to the Voting Rights Act) are upholding these restrictions more often. Those, in a (large) nutshell, are reasons the Democrats aren't winning races hands down across a lot of the country.

i guess it was unplanned. we were in our teens and we didn't think about using rubbers. i actually never used a rubber until i was in my 20s, and by that time i'd fucked and been fucked by several men, and we always shot our loads up each others asses. i'm surprised that i didn't get an std.

To be in pig mode is always great. Love to rimm ass holes filled with cum and/or piss.

You're right about it being great for lube. I've also found that some men produce a more watery discharge and others have the thicker lube-like mucus slop. Both are a turn-on for an ass eater like me. I also pissfuck after a breeding and I get off on felching back the mix of piss, cum and that hole slop. For me taking piss from an ass as mentioned, is more sexually intense than straight from the tap. What you think, FelchingPisser? Of course it always depends on the connection with the man you're playing with as far as sexual intensity goes, so drinking straight from the tap can also be pretty intense with the right pig!

The same happened to me in Vietnam. Cute 18year old twink fucked me in the bathroom of a restaurant. Next day in my hotel room (including golden shower). Than in the shower of the sheraton-gym. And so on….

Best Western 2 A few weeks ago I met a guy that had contacted me through one of the dating sites at the Best Western and took his loads. About a week after that unsurprisingly I came down with a case of the "fuck flu". Today I got a message from him saying he was back in town at the same Best Western and he had a surprise for me. I told him I would be there soon and got started cleaning up and putting on some jock underwear. When I got there he let me in and I noticed we weren't alone. There was a thin twinky young guy laying down flat on the bed with his hands and feet fastened with some kind of leather belts. He had a blindfold on and a ball gag in his mouth. I quickly stripped and waited for the top guy's command. He told me to get some lube from the tub on the nightstand and lube up the other guy's hole. I did so, not sure why he wanted me to do it. I quickly got the answer without asking though, because he told me to lube up my cock and fuck the twink. I haven't topped in years and don't really have a big dick so I'd probably never get a guy so cute, but since he was tied and blindfolded he had no idea and couldn't do anything about it anyway. So I stroked myself a little but was surprisingly already hard at the thought of feeling this tight little hole. I lubed up my little cock and then after testing the hole again with first one, then two, then three fingers I easily slid balls deep. The twink let out a little moan around the gag so I paused there for a second before pulling back out and then slamming back in as hard as I could. Damn, it felt good and I don't know why but I felt like topping for the first time in a long time. Pretty soon I was giving him all I had, my ass going up and down and my hips slapping his butt with each stroke. Then I felt a hand on my ass. First giving it a good slap, then feeling me up. I slowed down and paused for a second while a lubed finger probed my ass, then two with more lube. While I was still fully impaled into the twink I felt the big dick of the POZ top guy slide into me until he was also fully impaled. Then he pulled back out until only the tip remained right at my sphincter. I pulled out of the twink and back onto the dick until I was again fully impaled as he pushed back forward to force me down and keep me sheathed in the twink. We slowly figured out a rhythm and started to move faster, me being pumped as I was in turn pumping. All three of us were grunting, moaning and groaning as we could hear over the sound of skin slapping. This went on for a while until I felt the pumping of the POZ top start to get erratic and he groaned out "Oh yeah, giving both of you my DNA". I stopped fully inside the twink and the POZ top fully inside me. I felt his hot cum jetting into me and it triggered my orgasm as well, sending my now tainted seed into the twink. The POZ top pulled out and pushed me off the twink, then he mounted up and started pounding him hard. Soon he had blasted his second charged load directly into the twink. "I'm knocking your tight little faggot ass up!". He then unbuckled the twink and pushed me down on the bed and started giving me the same treatment, the twink watching and jerking his cock. The POZ top had amazing stamina, as his big dick never waned in hardness. It took a good long time before he came in me. Afterwards he said into my ear "He got my strain from both of us, I want you to help spread it far and wide". After that the twink and I both got dressed and I waited for him a minute outside while he had a few words with the POZ top. After he came outside we exchanged names on the dating site so we could maybe hook up again. Surprisingly he told me that he liked chubby dad types like me. I told him that I hadn't topped in a long time but had liked it again more than I thought I would. A about a week after that I got a message from the twink "I'm pregnant". I answered back "So am I". He asked me if I'd like to meet him. I told him I'd get a room at the Best Western where we had both been impregnated. "One of my friends from school would like to play with us". I told him that sounded great... but that's another story. To be continued?

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

I agree, very well writen!

I sucked his sock till it got really hard, with his PA banging my tonsils. He pulled me up and pulled down my scrubs to see my pink lace thong. "Damn look at you, you dress like a sexy slut huh", he said eyeing me up. "Yes i like to dress like a slut. I know that makes tops like you hard and i want you hard.", i said teasingly He reached out and pulled my panties down to reveal my pink cock cage. "Yeah i thought i felt a cage. Damn your piss hole plugged too?", he said "Yes my Daddy wants me locked up and i am not allowed to cum, only take cum", i replied With that he grabbed my cock caged and played with rotating it and grabbing my balls. I let out a moan and arched my back wanting more. "Ohhh sluts horny isnt he. You havent cum in a long time", he said and then twirled me around and bent me over. "Ohh whats this", he said as he pulled at the butt plug. "My Daddy wants to me to keep all the loads in me so they soak into my pussy", i said pushing back. With that he pulled it out and put it at my mouth. I sucked on it tasting all that dirty cum and my cunt juice. "You filthy whore you are going to get one more load", he said He put the head of his cock and pushed in. I grunted in discomfort as the PA was big and pushing in my insides. Slowly he sunk in till i felt his balls at my ass. They he started to fuck me good and my grunts turned into moans. I pushed back as he rammed into me. "Ohhh god damn. Your pussy is so tight ohhhh. It feels so good", he said fucking me hard. I started to squeeze his cock massaging it as he rammed into me rotating his hips and punishing my prostate. "Ohh bitch....your cunt is so hot. Squeeze it", he moaned. I worked his cock over good with my cunt for two reasons. One is i wanted to give him a good fuck and second i knew i needed him to nut quick as the break was almost over. He fucked me good bent over like that for a good 5 minutes. Even though i had closed the door i was worried they could still hear us fucking in the office. I heard someone come back in the class and sit down moving a chair. He kept fucking me and then whispered in my ear he was going to cum in me with his poz cum. I squeezed his cock hard and felt his expand and shoot his load in me. "Ohhhh i am cumming in your cunt, you whore", he moaned in my ear ramming into me and using his hand to play with my cock in the cage. Precum was oozing out of the small plug whole. He put his fingers in my mouth and i licked them clean. He slowed down his ramming and pulled out. I quickly turned around and got on my knees and sucked his still hard cock clean. He pulled me up and kissed me deep. "Fuck your pussy is incredible." he said i amazement "So is your cock. I hope we can do this again", i said smiling. We pulled up our pants, fixed up and opened the door. Aaron was standing there near the door with a smile on his face. I smiled back and walked towards my desk. The other students just started coming in. Aaron pulled at my arm and whispered quietly, "You have a wet spot on your behind". I put my hand on my butt and felt a wet spot. Crap in the rush i forgot to put the butt plug back in and his cum was leaking out of me. I went back to the office and put the plug back in my ass. I grabbed some tissue and tried to dry off the wet spot. I went back to my desk and sat down. When i sat i felt the plug push further in and rub my prostate and let out a soft moan. Aaron looked at me and smiled. Damn i am such a slut.

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CHAPTER 2: He lived in LA and I lived in Boston so we quickly got used to the idea of sending each other pics and having a lot of phone sex. I fell back into my normal routine: early to bed, early to the gym, work, maybe jerk off before bed if I had the energy. We started talking almost every night and I had no clue he was doing crystal almost every day. I'd only just tried it with him so I was pretty naive. But there was one night when he didn't answer his phone when I called. And still when I called after midnight my time there was no answer and it went to voicemail. I was all horned up from looking forward to hearing his voice so pretty soon I found myself logging onto MANHUNT. This was back when Manhunt was the only online hookup site. Almost the moment I logged on I got an IM from a couple just a few blocks from me. One was older, one was a young hot body builder. The older one had only one blurry shot of his cock and underneath the caption read: delivering potent seed to change any. hole. I didn't know exactly what that meant but I felt my cock swelling up. And pretty soon I was rinsing off in the shower, throwing on some jeans and a sweatshirt and heading over to the house of total strangers to have sex. No condoms. As I walked over there I kept glancing down at my phone hoping I might hear from Manny. But nothing. I rang the doorbell and waited. A hot sweaty muscley mess answered the door. He smiled. I said "Donny?" He kind of grinned but didn't seem able to get a word out. I noticed his legs were shaking. He was wearing just a pair of boxer briefs and there was a real obvious stain where he'd leaked a lot of precum. As I walked in, he led me to an upstairs bedroom where I could leave my clothes. i was a little shy about getting naked right away and he could tell. He ducked into the bathroom and came out carying a torch and a huge water bong. "T?" he offered "Sure" and he lit the flame under the glass for me watching with intense concentration to make sure I got as much smoke into my lungs as possible. Then he took my hand and led me down to the basement of the house where his older lover, who I later came to find out owned MANHUNT

Chapter 25 The Kid walked home that way, staying to the shadows when a car came up. He had time to think and remembered that the Handler said he wanted to get to the Kid next weekend, and that he already had some ‘ Clients’ setup for him. He hoped that he would be able to get home without running into someone but dressed the way it was, Or wasn’t, he wasn’t sure The Kid’s brain was still not comprehending everything that went on or said. IN the past he didn’t remember a lot of stuff, Only the fun parts. The comedowns were never bad but for some reason he was starting to feel that dreaded feeling. He knew that most of his butt was showing so he tried to cover more by pulling his T shirt down, in the process he ripped the shirt and made it worse. More of his near naked body was showing. He was a few doors form his apartment complex and was feeling like he would make it home with out any issues. He didn’t know what time it was, but he thought he could see some light from the east. A guy stepped out from between the buildings. He blocked the Kid’s path and said “ You put on a pretty good show tonight Kid “. They were in the shadows, and he couldn’t make out who the guy was. The Kid didn’t say anything, he wondered if the guy was at the park. The Guy pulled the Kid over between the apartments and grabbed the Kid’s crotch through what use to be his ’ whitey titties ‘. Now they hardly were staying up and his limp cock would hang out the side every once in a while. The guy felt the Limp cock and smiled and said “ Yeah, Those drugs can really kill a hardon, but they cam make the play a lot more fun”. The Kid was starting to know what he was talking about. He never had this issue in the past, he wasn’t sure why it was this time. When the guy grabbed his cock and nuts it almost hurt, his cock was never so sensitive. At the same time the guy reached behind the Kid to examine the damage that was done to this Kid’s hole. The guy had problems getting the Kid’s undies down so he ripped them Off. In reality the underwear was so stretched and worn it didn’t take much. The material fell down between the Kid’s legs, one again, leaving him naked from the waist down. The Guy grabbed the Kid’s cock and nuts roughly and at the same time started probing the Kid’s very sore hole. The Kid winced in pain but at the same time his muscle memory kicked in and he arched his back to allow better access to his rump. The guy heard and felt the Kid’s reaction and said “ Yeah, that’s a good little whore. Your little cunt is sore but you want more “. The guy cold tell that the Kid was hurting some and didn’t want to cause to much more damage to him. He could also feel some of the cum and chem cocktail still in his butt. He looked into the Kid’s eyes and then kissed him on the Lips, he pushed his tongue into the Kid’s mouth. This caught the Kid off guard, and he didn’t know what to make of this. The Kid’s soft cock immediately stared to come to life The Guy felt this, and He chuckled at this. The guy got excited and turned the Kid around and pinned him up against a wall of the building. He pulled out his cock and hugged the Kid from behind. The Kid could feel the guy nibbling on his ear and at the same time his cock was bumping against the Kid’s cheeks. This actually excited the Kid and he once again arched his back. That was all it took and the guy’s cock probed into the Kid’s loose hole. Even though the guy’s cock wasn’t very big, probably one the small side, It felt huge in his sore hole. The guy whispered in the Kid’s ear that he didn’t have a lot of time to play so it would need to be a quicky this time. The Guy pumped for a few minutes and then said “ Hear it comes “. With that he shot is load in this Kid’s ass. The Kid could feel the warm liquid in his ass and leaking around the cock in him and dripping on his nuts and down the inside of his thighs. The Kid shivered with excitement, and he wasn’t sure why. The guy said “ Now that I know you are next door, we are going to have all sorts of fun “. He pulled out of the Kid and patted him on the ass. He also said “ I am not sure how many of my friends saw your little show but a special friend of mine wants party with you”. The guy told the Kid about the guy and that he would really get him fucked up. He also told the Kid that they guy knew the Kid also and would be ‘ Having “ him over soon. He told him that the guy actually built a special breeding place in his basement where he would shoot up the Kid and then have friends in to use his bottom. The ended it with “ After all, you wouldn’t want your cute girl friend finding out “. The Guy pulled his pants up and went down the sidewalk to his place. The Kid walked to his flat hoping that no one else would see him. It was already light and anyone up in the early morning hour would be able to see him and his naked bubble butt. The Kid knew that this was only the beginning. He didn’t think he would have any choice as to what and when he would be putting out. In a perverse way he liked the idea. With what the Cop and his Handler had said, and now this guy, he realized that he was now nothing more than a crack whore and prostitute to be used by everyone, just for some more ‘ good feelings ‘. The End

Bathhouse sauna - 8hrs. It was a really good day Sex party - 2 days. It was pretty much non stop. Private bareback party. Only by invitation.

Love sadists who inflict pain on me YesSir

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My dad, and sons and I regularly fuck....I love every moment..

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.

3. The Aquarium He's backlit so it's hard to make out the face but this is what he can see: his leather cap, with black shiny visor and chain that lays over it, almost scrapes the top of the door; there's a black beard, maybe with a touch of grey; the eyes are deep set and unseeable; leather jacket, black shirt, leather tie, leather pants, leather boots; a black baton that clinks against a ring on his left hand. "Not the kind of house you want to break into," says the figure. The voice is the essence of authority; calm, resonant, deliberative. The voice of a cop who pulls you over; the dread you hear in the doctor who has bad news; the judge who asks how you plead—final, unequivocal, no second chance. "Did you shit on the dining room table?" his first questions. Tucker's compelled to respond but at the last minute is taken aback by absurdity of the questions. "Wait, what?" He's incredulous, ignoring the fact he's naked and holding a box of the man's poppers. The whole situation is absurd. "I, no! I'm working on your roof, man. I'm one of the roofers." "You're naked going through my drawers is what I see. There's shit on my table. And I don’t employ roofers." He waves the nightstick, calling him out of his bedroom. “Let’s go.” "Huh? Dude, I just took a shower and my clothes are missing. That's it. Do you know where they are? I just want to get them and leave." "You think your clothes are in a drawer with my dildoes? I'm not telling you again." He beckons with the nightstick a second time. Tucker has no choice but moves toward the man who backs out of the door to let him pass. "Up the stairs," he instructs, pointing with his stick. Tucker takes a quick glance at the table. Jesus fuck, there really is a pile of shit on it. He smells it too. When he’s a foot away from the man, his fight-or-flight response kicks in and he decides to make a run for it. Naked be damn, he'll choose running naked in the street rather than stay here. He tears past the leatherman who only has to take one step in his direction, grab his ponytail, yank him back and crack the back of his knees with the baton. Tucker's crumpled on the floor. Leatherfuck pulls him up by his hair and tosses him like a doll toward a stairwell between the kitchen and the bedroom. "Up," is all man says. It's not the stairs to great room but through another archway, that, if Tucker has his bearings right, would be leading him into the side of the mountain, which seems unlikely but true. "Up," says the man. "I won't tell you again." Tucker staggers up the steps feeling the backs of his legs. Now he's truly scared. The man pokes his butthole with the nightstick. "Move," he orders. Tucker takes two steps at a time. "Dude," he's whining during his ascent, "I swear to Christ I just took a shower and someone took my clothes. Hey," Tucker says, turning around halfway up the stairs. "Whoever took my clothes probably took a shit on your table. He's probably still here. The door was unlocked, I bet, right?" "It was wide open. Move!" Tucker proceeds to climb but his feet are damp and he stumbles on the last step, falling forward. "Get up and get in that room." Tucker scrambles up holding onto the railing, sees the door the man intends for him to enter. "I bet he ran away just before you came in." Tucker turns the glass doorknob. The room is bathed in blue light undulating in waves filtered through the water of a large aquarium. It's dark except for the aquarium taking up most of the far wall. A small window is cracked open, but it’s on the mountain side of the house so no light comes in. On the other side is a single bed and nightstand. In the center of the room stands an old, ornate barber's chair. "Sit," the man says indicating the barber’s chair. "Please, sir. I apologize. I'm really, really sorry." He doesn't want to go in. The nightstick prods against his butt again. He turns around and pleads. "I just want to leave." He’s afraid he won't come out of this room if he goes in. "I work for you, man. Ask Sergei. Call him. I even asked if it was okay to use your shower and he said it was." The man's physical presence forces him to step backward into the room. Tucker scans the room, sees within the aquarium a large eel slip out of pile of rocks. "Were you in my refrigerator?" the man asks. "What? No. Yes, I drank some of your wine." The man is backing him deeper into the room. He hears the aquarium’s filter hum as he nears the chair. "My wallet's in my clothes. I'm sorry. I'll pay you. I didn’t drink a lot. It had turned, I think." He's totally creeped out by the dark grey eel. It's four feet long and tracking back and forth in the tank. Tucker looks up at the man hoping his eyes look pleading enough, but he's flashing on the cum on the shower glass, the crystal he drank out of and left unwashed, if he put the desk photos back exactly as he found them, the shit that’s not his on the table, how fucked he is in this stranger's eyes. "Sit." Tucker falls back in the chair and looks up to the man's face bathed in the aquarium’s light’s blue glow. His face is broad with wide set eyes. The brows arch menacingly. His nostril flare as anger washes over his face, then recede when his face becomes once more placid. His beard covers everything but pock marked temples and a deeply creased forehead. Between his thick brows a furrowed W forms as he scrutinizes Tucker. He has one silver earring on his left lobe. Tucker's uncomfortably sticking to the chair trying to move back away from him. The large chair’s cold, the brown cowhide’s tacky on his bare ass, and metal arms have straps, which brings him to a new level of anxiety. "You drank yellow liquid in my refrigerator?" Tucker nods apologetically. The man's burst in a roar of laughter. “Hope you liked it, fucker.” His mood’s lightened. He takes off his jacket, then his leather tie and throws them on the bed. "Your cock. I see. Strap your legs down." "What are you going to do?" His mind is racing. What choice does he have? The man's unbuttoning his shirt displaying a chest that’s incredibly ripped. His pecs are boulders. Even his nipples are enormous, unnatural, each the girth of a fingertip. "What was in the bottle?" “It’s keeping you hard for me.” The man's teeth shine blue. "Strap yourself in." "What? Why?" Tucker asks, confused. Looking down he sees straps at his ankles, thighs, waist, and chest. "Legs first," instructs the man. Defiantly Tucker shakes his head no. The man immediately strikes his nightstick down hard on the metal chair's armrest. Tucker barely gets his arm away before the rod strikes with a loud clang reverberating through the room. Tucker makes sure he's not going to swing the baton again, then folds over to take the two ends of the strap at his feet and loops one strap through the metal binding of the other. He does the same at his thighs, waist and then chest. The man sets the stick down with a clunk on a metal tray behind him. ‘Roid freak binds one of Tucker's arms down, once at the wrist and once below the elbow. He then slowly walks around in back of the barber chair and puts his hand on Tucker's bare shoulder. It's the first time he's touched by him and his large, cold digits engulf his entire shoulder, sending a shiver through him down to his erect dick. His ice cold hand runs down his bicep and the man binds his other wrist. "Chem piss. I’m guessing that’s why the dick," he says. His voice is calm, relaxed, even amused. His words are chosen and explicit. "How long have you had your Prince Albert?" he asks. There is a layer of seduction lying between his words, the phrasing, his cold breath on Tucker's shoulder. He comes around back into the blue light and places cold fingers on Tucker's erection, stroking him soothingly. "Almost three years." Tucker's not used to a man touching him. Still, his cock is rock hard. "When I turned eighteen. Sorry, man, can’t seem to lose the stiffy. Had it since the shower. Chem piss you said was in the bottle? What’s chem piss?" The man tilts his head and smiles blue teeth. Tucker is trying the read the man's face. One moment he’s amused, the next angry, and in the next lascivious. The wavering blue light makes it hard to get a fix. His size is obviously intimidating. He's gotta be one of those Gold Gym body builders. Muscles on top of muscles. Veins in the neck when he's pressing rows of huge plates, teeth gritted, grunting. His spread lats makes him look like a cockroach. The black beard hides most of his face, a mask. His eyes are dark, but Tucker’s seen the lascivious look when it crossed his face before. He sees it in Sergei occasionally—a marked intensity that scurries away when confronted, lays hidden beneath the eyes. When he was in high school, he and his friend Reed would lure men at department stores into back dressing rooms when they came across this look. Then on threat of an accusation of molesting a minor, being threatened to be turned over to security, they'd rob the dupes. Once Tucker even peed on one of his victims. Now that look flutters across the man's face, only this time there’s not one fucking thing he can do about it. The man puts a frigid finger through the P.A. and gives it a tug. "You must have had one of the first ones." He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants letting his pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them. A majestic meaty member flops around, surrounded with a black bush as hairy around his cock as he is hairless over the rest of his body. Smooth cut legs, rock solid veiny arms, slim six-pack abs, crowned by an enormous, thick double zero P.A. jutting out of his piss slit. "Malloy did mine. Did he pierce you? You’d probably be the youngest." "Uh, some girl in a store in Hollywood. Sarah something. I forget." "A girl?" The man examines him skeptically. "There's no women I know doing this. Malloy's the only one I know that's piercing." His nose flairs as he's breathing. "You lying to me again, boy? He doesn't know why the guy is getting worked up. "Uh, no sir. They got a couple of bitches piercing there." He's pacing back and forth like the eel in the tank. "Bitch did your wings too?" "No, sir. Geezer in Venice. Did it on the boardwalk. Kinda used me to draw in customers. Took two days." "You like pain, then?" He’s starting to flop his dick around in his hand, getting it hard. "Not really." "Bullshit. See this pentagram?" He bends his shoulder over to show Tucker. "Hurt like a mother fucker." His dick’s oozing a little pre, grown out now to maybe a good nine inches and still going. "You lay there for two days for that? You have to be one hell of a masochist." The man's up against Tucker's shoulder rubbing his fist and dick against him, with his other hand he’s pushing his head down to his cock. "Not that I have anything against a good masochist." "I'm not queer, man," declares Tucker, snapping his head away from the man’s giant woody. The man smacks Tucker's with his palm hard enough for spittle and a trickle of blood to splat out his mouth. "You calling me a queer?” He takes Tucker’s face in his large hand. “The fuck you're not. The only reason I didn't hand you over to the fuzz right away was because of that tattoo. I thought, maybe this boy might have some surprises in him." The man is holding back final judgment, searching Tucker's face. He's looking at him quizzically. "So tell me—boy who runs around naked in a stranger's house—are you Greek active or passive?" Tucker's lip feels swollen and he's looking at the man as if he's crazy, which he probably is. "What the fuck are you talking about? Your bat-shit crazy." Tucker thinks he might be hit again, but the man's pacing, not nervously, but in thought, deliberating. He stops. His eyes are fixed on the eel watching it swim back and forth. His eyes follow it like a metronome. The whites of his eyes are tinged blue. He speaks, staring past Tucker at the tank, "There's something off about you, boy, which I like. You talk like you’re from outer space. You're not like my other boys. But you will be. We just need to re-wire you." He's now pondering Tucker's dick. "Three years and you're still at a ten gauge, huh?" The man goes to the nightstand, suddenly enticed, decided. He takes out a small box and brings it over to the tray behind the chair. Tucker hears metal on metal, then something heavy hits the tray. "We have a long night ahead of us," he hears the voice behind him say, "but first things first." He wheels the tray around, also bringing with him a stool. "Anyone who shits on my table the night I'm giving a dinner party better have at least a zero gauge hanging between their legs." He shows him a massive piece of jewelry, a thick captive bead ring, one that will in no way fit his pierced channel. “You got a piece of meat where it will hang nicely.” He tugs the pull chain cord overhead and a bare bulb lights up the room. He pulls a lever and Tucker falls backward almost horizontal in the chair. His captor straddles the stool and scoots it close. He picks up a two-inch rod, thin at one end, tapered thick on the other, and applies a liberal amount of lubricant over it. He takes Tucker's P.A., bend it open and releases the small ball that holds the captive bead. It flicks off and rolls under the bed. The man pulls the opened P.A. out through Tucker's hole. He then takes the tapered rod and sticks the narrow end into Tucker's piss slit, feeling around till he finds the pierced tunnel and starts pushing it through. As the rod grows fatter Tucker starts squirming against his restraints. His hands claw at the arm rests, and as it gets to the thickest point he starts yelling in genuine pain. The small nerve cluster area scream out as they're being torn and ripped apart. The man pauses the stretch. "This will get you to a two gauge but not as big as zero. Zero gauge is like getting pierced for the first time. Did you enjoy your first time?" No, please, stop. No, I didn't enjoy it, but it was fast and it was over." The man moves the tray closer and brushes up against Tucker's ear. "Where's the fun in that?" he asks, and continues pushing the rod to its broadest width, lets it hang there agonizingly stretched while Tucker hollers, takes a breath and hollers again. "Almost done." And he passes the object all the way through. "Right on, right on," he praises Tucker who shudders, forcing back tears. The man examines Tucker's face, almost as if seeing him for the first time; searching for who he is, what kind of person is revealed through pain. This is the currency in which the man transacts. "Now, what's this about making America great again?" He reaches up and brushes his hands through Tucker's hair, calming the boy down. "I thought hippies hated America." The man runs his icy fingers over Tuckers face, feeling a single tear trickle down. Tucker’s trying to recover, breathing in diminishing huffs. "I have to tell you, I'm conflicted, boy. I do like something to hold onto when I fuck a slave, but truth is, I prefer them shaved, completely. Tell me, have you been collared and shaved before, freaky boy, with your tattoo and your Prince Albert? You must have had a Master. Maybe a few? A kinky perv that likes to play with stranger’s sex toys, that gets off on nasty pictures of filthy men. You want to be with filthy men like me? Your dick doesn't lie, son." Tucker's realizes he jacking himself in the man's hand, riding his cock up and down through the man's clenched fist. "You want to serve Master Eli?" Tucker stop his jacking, but Master Eli's not having it. He bends over and sucks Tucker's nicely cut dick. Tucker's hand splay out trying not to enjoy it but he feels he might nut any second. "I'm not into it, man. It's cool you are, and I'm not dissing you, but, dude...oh, shit, you’re going to make me cum." Master Eli releases his dick. "French passive. How about French active?" He gets up and offers his half-mast dick to Tucker. Tucker turns his head away. "You're are a tease, aren't you, my hippy-dippy prowler? Either that or you’re conflicted. One thing you're not, is not digging this. But I think all you need is to be opened up. Your limits pushed. Relax your morals. You do uppers? Downers?" Tucker shakes his head. "Not any of that shit. I’ll do molly at a club, sometimes, but that’s it." "You are a strange one, I have to say. Never heard of molly. But I have something that will definitely un-conflict you. They say speed kills." He goes over to the nightstand and opens a second drawer and brings out a syringe. "But I say speed liberates. It has all my boys anyway." Tucker eyeballs it from across the room. "No, definitely not. Dude, seriously, no needles. That's asking for AIDS, nada, no way, not into it. Listen to Nancy Reagan. Just say no." "What’s this AIDS? Nancy? The last governor’s wife, the actress? You come out with the strangest things, I think I want my friends to meet you. You’re a funny...dude. You sound like you're from another planets. But what I have here, son, it going to send you into orbit. Then you're going to belong completely to Master Eli. I guarantee. You won’t believe the things I’ll do to make you feel good, boy. Unbelievable things." The man runs his cold palm down Tucker’s chest to his stiff prick. The man flips Tucker's arm over, taps inside the crook, and jabs the needle in a juicy vein drawing a plume of blood. "Ready for takeoff, rocketman?" "No. Don't." "Just go with the flow, baby. Go with the flow." He releases a complete half gram of speed into Tucker's body. Tucker coughs violently, while Master Eli withdraws the syringe and bends over to lick the trace of blood. Tucker's head’s thrown back, his eyes lose focus, he feels a rush sluice through his body, in his ears, in his heart, in his ass. He alternates between repeating Shit and Fuck. There’s a high-pitched ringing in his ears as he’s rips through a tiny hole in reality that changes his orientation to the world. Wrong is right, hot is cold, Master is God, good is evil and evil good. His eyes focus back on the huge hulk that's in front of him. Thank you, he mouths while his Master takes up a very large two-inch rod, lubes it and sticks it into Tucker's pee slit. He finds the hole and pushes it in as far as the stretch allows. "Daddy's got to hurt you but then it will all be alright. If you want to cry it's okay. Be a big boy and it will be all over soon." Master Eli sports a raging hard on as he push the fattening rod further through the hole. He can see Tucker's face contorting in sweet, blissed out agony. He's fighting the pain as best he can, the drug careening through him is scrambling his senses. "Daddy's so proud of his boy. Almost through. Boy loves how much he penis hurts, doesn't he?" "Yes, daddy, hurt me." Tucker's face is twisted from too many sensations at once, his hands are clawing the arm rests. He's beet red fighting against his bindings and from the initial rush of the slam, his heart rushes blood everywhere. "Wait, wait! Please, it too much. Let me get used to it." "Daddy needs to finish, son. Daddy got lots to do. Daddy wants to show you off with a big boy piercing to the guests. Just a bit more and it's through." He pushes the rod another fraction of an inch, drawing a wail that echoes thunderously through the house, roaring through windows and chimney, through the canyons of Echo Park. A coyote high up in the brush recognizes a wounded animal and howls back an answer. Tucker’s head thrashes against the chair's headrest. Anguish is entwined with the drug, bringing him past shock, laying him out naked to a world with awe that is at once ecstatic as it is destructive to who he is, his logic of desire, where his sexual loyalties fall, what he wants—no—what he needs from now on out of the man deconstructing him. The man sees Tucker fall through another rush of the drug’s powerful pleasure, not only accepting his tormentor along with the administration of pain, but bearing through drug and shock, encouraging Master Eli to hurt him even more. Tucker looks in his face and whispers do it. With that final surrender of his soul the breach is ripped wide open, there is very little blood, and the circular ring passes through his piss slit and through the newly stretched passage. His head is back in a silent scream. "One last thing to do, my hippy boy, my beautiful, debauched intruder, who called me out and debased himself for me." Tucker sees through watery eyes his Master hold up pliers that are closing the thick ring onto an enormous bead. With a pressure that shakes his Master grip, the ball is sealed shut. He’s locked into the zero gauge. The ache is strong in his dick but the agony is starting to diminish. The chair’s straps are loosened and his Master's lips seal over his mouth. He wrestles a warm tongue filled with passion and lust. He's being lifted from the chair, cradled in the most powerful arms he’s ever felt. He utterly surrenders to a Master who will take care of him, provide for all his needs, who's lays him on the bed for the final act. Tucker unmoors himself from time and wallows adrift in the coolness of the turned down sheets, in the aquatic light of this unusual room. He's breathing underwater. His legs float up to his Master's shoulders. Something cold, wet and covered in mucous is being pressed against his small, tight anus. It pops in and he feels it slither into his rectum. He's waiting for it to start to hurt since this is all new to him, the territory virginal, but it doesn't hurt. He likes it, the viscosity’s soothing, his muscles contract and expand, inviting it to flow inside him as deep as it wants. He senses one hand being tied above him, then the other. He wants to be tied, he wants whatever his Master wants. He's being plowed deep and it's invading the most intimate parts of him, where no one touches, where no one knows, places even he never felt existed. So deep he feels his organs rearrange. His intestines are realigning, straightening, his body dictated by some outside force. His body is overtaken with pleasure; it’s no longer him but a primordial version of him. A cloth is tied over his mouth and knotted behind his head. He moans in ecstasy into the rag as the invasion transcends him to his core. He feels one leg lowering off a rock-hard shoulder, then the other, each tied to the bottom of the bed. He feels warm liquid spray across his faces. He sucks on the wet rag tasting salty remnants of warm spooge. He looks up to see Master Eli standing next to his head, flicking the last of his pale seed across his face. Strangely he still feels his entrails being invaded, wonders how that can be with Master hovering beside him. Master reaches between his legs and grabs the end of the eel and squeezes the tail to encourage its ultimate journey through his sphincter. The eel in entirely inside him. It moves forward generating a body wave that slithers up in one direction, and eases out reversing the undulation in another. Back and forth it drills within him. The body orgasms he releases over the next several hours while Master is away, are like none he's ever known or will ever know again. The door closes and he's left breathing underwater, internally erupting in breaking waves, over and over within the blue light.

A New Chapter Months have passed since Logan's father settled his major debt with he local drug dealer; trading his son for drugs. Since then Logan has learned to adapt to his situation. He has become a very valuable working boy to his captors. He makes deliveries to clients and services those that pay for his ass. He is totally addicted to drugs and spend half the time high. * * * * * Elliott was a freshman in college. He was your typical jock, frat boy type. He was in spring break with a group of his frat brother's to San Diego. One night they decided to venture across the border to Mexico. They wandered from bar to bar. As they were walking through the streets Elliott got separated from the group. Elliott was drunk and lost in Tijuana, Mexico. That's when he was noticed by a the local drug dealer. They had a plan for this young, good looking guy. They followed the young teen into one of tbs local Cantinas. They struck up a conversation with the inebriated teen. They leaned that although he had a girlfriend he was quite the player. He even knocked up a girl back in his home town. The only reason they weren't married was the fact that she was to drunk to remember who she had sex with that night. Elliott was fed more booze and eventually slipped something that would knock him out fit at least 12 hours. They threw him I the trunk of their car and if they went. * * * * * Logan and his gifter were woken up by the man in charge. They were told to be ready for fresh meat that was about to arrive. They had special plans for him and needed their help. Once the two were more awake and cleaned up they were taken into the main bedroom where they found Elliott tired yup and still unconscious. They were given instructions once he was awake he was to be slammed higher than god, then fucked and converted. Once he was nice and poz he was to be released back in the states to spread the bug to unsuspecting girls. As they fixed a special slam as Elliott laid there with enough Tina the unsuspecting jock wouldn't be and to remember their faces they had an idea to add drive of their blood to the mix. This, along with the fucking, would leave Elliott HIV positive and not even aware of his status. They undressed Elliott as he laid there before him on the bed. They didn't have to wait long before Elliott began to stir. Before he had a chance to know where he was or what was about to hasten to him. They fixed the tourniquet on his arm, found a good vein and as he stated to figure out he was naked with two other naked guys the needle was slipped into his vein and emptied. Elliott coughed out hard as he was experiencing his first taste of Tina. With the rush he was unable to focus his eyes as he heard a ringing I his ears. They had him totally fucked up as Logan began to feed Elliott his cock and his gifter administered Logan's small slam then his own slam. They knew with these small slams they could fuck for hours and repeatedly fill his straight ass with their charged seed. Elliott was so fucked up (and now very horny) that he quickly became a willing participant as he hungrily slurped on the cock in his mouth as Logan's gifter started to work his virgin ass. As he licked and munched on Elliott fresh as he knew that it was only a matter of time before he'd be depositing his dirty load inside the drugged up jock. When Elliott's hole had just enough lube Elliott's gifter moved in for the 'kill'. He wasn't gentle as he rammed the full length of his uncut cock drop inside Elliott's neg hole. He fucked away ass rough as he could making sure that Elliott would have done idea of what happened. As Logan was getting his cock primed for fucking his gifter deposited the first load of poz cum. They quickly changed positions and now it was Logan's turn to fuck a load into the straight boys hole. With he priming that Elliott had done with his mouth Logan couldn't hold back as he quickly and emphatically pounded into Elliott's ass. He grunted out as he filled Elliott's ass with a huge load. Elliott's ass was then worked over with dildos of various sizes as the two tops recovered so that they could deliver another load. They made sure to drive the poz cum already inside the drugged up jock as they kissed and sucked each other back to hardness. The converting of Elliott continued once they were hard again. This went on for nearly a day and a half. In that time Elliott was kept high enough that when they were all done he was ready to be stored off near the U.S. border where they knew he'd find his way home.