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Part 19 I was in heaven. All those guys, with their attention on me. I know it sounds so egocentric to say, but at that specific moment, I felt I was the centre of the world. I had one dick in my ass, one in my mouth, and a few others just waiting for their turns. I could taste the precum and smell the sweat and excitement from all the men surrounding me. The guy behind me was thrusting in and out of my hole like a maniac while all the sudden I felt an intense pain. He had rammed his cock so hard, it felt like I had been punched in the guts. I screamed from the pain, almost choking on the cock I had in my mouth and falling down to my knees. I had never felt that before and all the excitement disappeared. It had been a promising beginning to the night, but I could not continue. The mood had passed so fast, I just left the group and made my way to my room, got dressed and ordered an Uber. Back at my hotel room, I just climbed into bed, trying to regain a bit of comfort. After a little rest, I checked myself in the bathroom. There was some blood staining my underwear, but I didn’t feel any tear around my hole. To this day, I don’t know what happened, and I still have no idea about where that blood came from. But all I knew is that I could not get fucked anymore at that moment, decided to call it a night and go to bed. While lying down in the dark, I started thinking about what was to happen the next day. Would I be able to get fucked tomorrow? What if I was still hurting? What if my excitement had gone for good this weekend? With the thought that I would be voluntarily taking a poz load again soon while I wasn’t able to find my PrEp, my mind was just bubbling. I thought I was going mad. Something inside me had been cut somehow, hence the blood. What if the guy at the bathhouse had converted me? I got scared again, thinking about ways for me to get out of seeing that poz guy the next day, or maybe get PPE - even if I knew it was already too late anyway. I kept tossing and turning in my bed, trying to put my mind to rest, until my stomach finally felt better. The pain I had had for the past few hours disappeared, and my brain finally calmed down. It must had been 1AM when I finally went to sleep. I woke up the next morning without pain, and with a big boner. It was 10AM, and a text message was waiting for me. Just two words “Good morning” with two pictures, one of his dick, one of a biohazard sign.

Slutty Sunday! I had a late morning date with my young FB. Prepped and then he called he couldn't make it until late afternoon. Fine. Started chatting with another FB. He said he could use a good blowjob. Gave him one but he ended up fucking a load in my ass. I didn't cum and was horny as fuck. Saw another FB online. Chatted with him. He came over and drilled my ass for at least half an hour before the before he nutted. Fuck yes! Made me cum too. Not even 20 minutes later my young guy was there. Two lengthy rounds of rampant fucking. FUCK! Really pounded my ass. He blew two big ones deep inside. Made me cum again. He wasn't done but had to go to a family dinner. Said he would be back later. He didn't come back but four loads isn't bad at all! I wish it was Sunday every day! LOL!

Was jerking off at my apartment thinking about getting my ass destroyed by a hot man. I couldn’t keep stroking. I knew I needed something in my ass. It was a workday but at midnight I knew what I needed to do. I put on some baggy pants, cleaned myself out and headed to the bookstore. It looked pretty empty at first. I went to one of the corner booths and stripped naked. I bent over ass facing the door and unlocked my stall. I was really horny and I wanted to be used. There’s no denying what I want like this. Now all that is left is to wait. I would hear people come in. They stepped beside me and told me how much of a faggot I am. One person walked by and slapped my ass hard. Eventually the door fully swung open and someone stepped inside. They grabbed my shoulders and shoved their cock into my mouth. At first it was soft but as it grew harder, it was too big and I could breathe. he pulled me off his cock and threw me up against the wall. I knew what was coming. I pushed my ass out and soon the man penetrated my boy pussy. I moaned out loud. I couldn’t help myself. he kept going rough for a couple minutes and then pulling out and having me clean and lube his cock before going back in. eventually he slammed deep inside me and let his load into my ass. I felt his cum run down my leg as he pulled out. he gave me something and then told me it’s going to be a fun night before leaving. I went back into position and waited for more.

We started class again and Richard started lecturing. The class went on and during a practicum session Richard asked, "Did you have sex with our instructor?". "Yes i did", i said quietly "What was it like?" he asked "Having sex or having sex with our instructor?", i asked back "Both i guess", Aaron responded "Have you ever had sex with another man", i asked "Like i said earlier only fooling around, jacking off some sucking", he answered shyly "He was a good fuck. He was big and nice and hard," i said smiling "Oh tell me more", he asked He was excited and wanted to clearly hear more about my quick fuck with our instructor but also more about male intimacy. And i could see his cock being hard in his scrubs. We began the practicum session in administering first aid. One student was supposed to be the patient lying on the ground on their stomach and the other to assess and see if it was safe to turn them over. Aaron was the patient first and lay down. I went thru the questions you are supposed to ask the patient and also did some physical testing. As i was doing this i put my knee near his ass and pushed it slowly into he balls and perineum. He left out a soft moan. I knew he was horny already. I just stayed there and asked him more questions. I could hear his breathing getting harder. Slowly he slowly he closed his legs around my knee and leg and pushed further back down so i could feel my knee massaging his perineum. Our instructor came over and asked how we were doing. I said good. He could see my knee jammed into his ass. Aaron quickly opened his legs. "Is that the correct position to be near a patient", he asked me "In this case it is just testing his body making sure nothing is broken", i smiled back I moved my knee in more and moved it around massaging his sensitive area. I could hear his breathing get even hard and take deeper breaths. I could also see our instructors cock nice and hard pushing against his scrubs. When it was time to turn him over I put my hand on his waist and turned him over. As i did so my hand brushed against his now rock hard cock. It looked like it was going to break thru his scrubs and there was a small wet spot from all the precum he was leaking. It jumped when i touched it. I think our instructor wanted to fuck him right there but another group called him and asked him for help so he left. Aaron looked up at me and was breathing hard and looked like if i touched him again he would shoot right there. I resisted and just offered him my hand and pulled him up. After class Aaron asked if i wanted to grab a drink. I said sure.

Part 5: Daddy's Rules Daddy was starting to become a regular of mine. Like our previous meetings, I sucked his cock on the way to his place. I undid my pants and exposed my bare ass while I was sucking. It turned me on to be exposed for the duration of the ride. When we arrived at his place, I had few drinks. About 3 drinks in, I had a good buzz going and the room was just starting to spin. I felt a bit dizzy but daddy made me a fourth drink and told me to follow him. He started walking towards the stairs. I was excited because I thought this would be the first time we actually made it to the bedroom. Instead, we went to a door to side of the stair case. I followed to the door and realized the path led to a different set if stairs that went down to the basement. I stumbled a bit on the stairs and had to hold the rail the whole walk down. The basement was a finished rec room with some pretty standard stuff for that kind of space. There was some work out equipment, a pool table, a couch with a decent sized home theater set up, and another smaller bar area. I guess it was what you might call a man cave. We passes through another door into an unfinished area. Against one wall was the water heater and the furnace. But the rest of this area was clearly a makeshift sex dungeon. There were a few shelves along the walls and the boxes on top looked to be pretty normal. However, the middle shelves contained some more exotic items. There was an extensive collection of sex toys including dildos, plugs, gags, whips, and some bandage supplies. I finished my drink as daddy guided me to a cussioned platfrom that was hanging by some chains that had been anchored to the ceiling. Daddy helped me to quickly undress and lifted me onto the platform. He and secured my ankles and wrists with cuffs that were attached to the platforms chains. He then put a blindfold on me. The platforms was sized such that my ass was hanging slightly off one edge of the platform and my head was hanging off the other side. I could feel him circling the platform and eyeing my naked body. When daddy finished started to speak I was so horny that I was just agreeing to everything he said without thinking. "You're my little slut boy arent you?" he demanded I managed a meek "yes daddy." I heard a loud smack and felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot up my body. Daddy had just smacked my bare ass with something (I couldn't see but it felt and sounded like a belt). "I didn't hear that boy" daddy said menacingly. "Yes daddy! I'm your little slut boy!" I cried. Daddy hit my ass again with another loud crack. It was the hardest I'd ever been hit up to that point and I tried to wriggle away. The pain was searing and im sure my butt was already red and brused. "I have some rules you boy" he said as began to circle me "Rule number one is I get to use your body however I want, you can't ever say no to me." "YES DADDY!" I cried as he brought the belt down again, this time across my chest. I began sobbing uncontrollablly as he continued to circle. "Rule number two is that I control who you fuck. You will fuck everyone I tell you too and never fuck anyone without my permission" "YES DADDY" I cried out again. Daddy waited a moment then slapped my face with his hand. He pushed my head down so it was hanging off the platform edge and put one of his hands around my throat. He began choaking me while he grabbed his hard cock with his other and brought it to my lips. As I began to suck his cock, I heard the crack and felt the sting of the belt on my ass. Daddy had one hand on my neck and the other was holding his cock as he guided it in and out of my mouth. Daddy must of been plabning to share me with a friend and I had already agreed to fuck anyone he told me too. Daddies friend gave a few more smacks to my ass, thighs, and belly before coiling it up and setting it on my chest. As daddy continued fucking my throat, his friend started to play with my ass. He alternated between giving it a a few slaps with his bare hand, grabbing the cheeks and giving them a squeeze, and pulling them apart to expose my little pink hole. Daddy's friend pulled his cock out and started to tease my hole. There was no lube yet but I still enjoyed the feeling of a raw cock pressing against the opening. He spit on his cock and began to rub the head in circles around my ass. Just as it felt like I was about to open up and take his cock, he pulled it away and buried his tounge in my hole instead. I would have been moaning in ecstasy if I hadn't been distracted by the rough throat fuck I was getting on the other end. Between the alcohol and lack of oxygen, I was worried I might pass out. Daddy was really fucking my throat. He pulled out for a moment and held my head in place. As I coughed and struggled to catch my breath, anther pair of hands (from what must have been a third person) placed a damp rag over my face. I recognized the aroma from the small bottle I had been using and took a deep breath. I held a few seconds before I exhaled and took a few more breaths. I felt warm and dizzy and began to go limp. I didn't pass out but I was in a state where I wasn't fully aware of what was happening to me. I was tied up and powerless anyways, so I just let the feeling wash over me. Everything was blur for the next few minutes. I felt the familiar pleasure of big cock thrusting in and out my hole. I was too far gone to struggle against the cock that was fucking my throat. Whenever someone pulled away, their place was immediately taken by another cock. There were at least 4 guys, maybe more. They continued to use me from both ends like I was a sex toy. Soon enough I felt the first load shoot into my ass. He continued to fuck for a moment before pulling out and hurrying around to have me lick his cock clean. After he was clean I heard a voice tell me to push. I complied and pushed the load out. As another cock resumed fucking me, one of the guys came around and pushed a tablespoon into my mouth, I realized I had just filled it with cum from my ass and licked the spoon clean. I held the cum in my mouth to savor the flavor for a few seconds before swallowing. I quickly resumed taking it from both ends. As the guy in my ass moaned that he he was close, the guy in my throat grabbed my head and pushed deep. Holding me in place he began to quickly rock his hips back and forth while fully inserted. He was trying to cum at the same time as the guy in my ass. I felt a spurt in my ass as announced he has cumming. The guy in my mouth pushed deep and I felt a powerful contraction as he shot his cum straight down my throat. I felt at least 4 pulses from each, with each one alternating between my ass my throat. I swallowed as the guys swapped places and I began to livk the cum off the cock that had just been in my ass. After I finished cleaning it they swapped places again and I licked the cum off the next cock as the other guy directed me to push the cum out of my ass. Just as I finished licking the most recent cock clean, someone grabbed my head and another tablespoon of cum from ass was poured down my throat. As the others left, daddy began to speak again. "Rule 3 is you can never cum without my permission." Yes daddy" I moaned as he slid his cock into my ass. The pleasure quickly started to build as he fucked my ass. He was bigger than his friends and I was soon begging him "Please daddy, let me cum. I dont know how much longer I can hold back." "Not yet boy" he replied as he continued to fuck me. I held onto the chains and tried to keep myself from having an orgasm. But after a few more seconds my body began twitching and and spasming uncontrollablly as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. Daddy saw me cum but didn't respond. He just kept fucking me until I felt his cock twitch as he flooded me with his jazz. He looked down at me and said "I told you not to cum without permission" "Sorry Daddy" I replied. Daddy went over to the shelves and pulled something out. He took off my blindfold so I could watch as he placed my soft little cock into a chastity cage and secure it with a small lock. When I was hard I had a good size cock and I often got hard while I was being fucked. Daddy leaned in and said "I wasn't gonna do this, but since you seem to have trouble following simple instructions I think you need it." I stayed nude again and sucked him some more as he drove me back. I must have done good because I managed to get another load out of him. I got dressed in the car right before he dropped me off. As soon as got home I thought about breaking the lock on my cage but decided to keep wearing it for a bit as a reminder of the fuck I had just gotten.

Will write up a “last load” soon, but was awesome, must have got fucked 20+ times and took at least 10 loads, one older guy fucked me 3x and commented I was the best bottom he had ever fucked, so feeling good about that, years of practise

My college library third floor mens restroom was a well known cruise spot. On one crowded evening, midterm exams week, I hung in the stall, tapped my foot often, and opened my stall three separate times, for three different responders. I was all cleaned out and weeded up, ready to take raw loads. To keep my lower legs and feet from being seen, Each time I had him sit on the toilet and I sat on his hard raw cock, with my feet resting on his knees. Told him to place his hand over my mouth while we fucked. During each fuck, because the library was so crowded it was an endless stream of guys coming in and out, using the urinals and the stalls, adjacent to us, and washing up at the sinks. Some probably looking for action themselves. So fuckin hot taking raw Dick like that! I was a fuckin third floor college mens room whore in my youth, looking for, and getting a few of, “the biggest men on campus!” 😂🐷

I don’t know if any but you get some weed in me and a fresh bottle of poppers I can take any and all dick

The phone rang next to me, waking me from my sleep "Who the fuck is phoning at this hour?" I sleepily muttered. I picked up my mobile and answered it. "Dad!" It was Laura, my daughter. She had come home from University for the Easter break, and had headed out with her friends earlier this evening. I looked at the bedside clock... 01:35 glowed back from the alarm clock... very early Saturday morning. "Uh...what's up sweety?" "Dad! Sorry, I guess I woke you, but I could really do with a lift home. We got separated as we left the night club, and I can't find a taxi or my friends anywhere." "OK honey, are you sure there are no taxis around?" "No Dad, I've been wandering the streets trying to hail one, but there is nothing around... I think I've managed to get myself lost." A note of panic in her voice helped bring me to my senses. "Where exactly are you?" "I'm in the industrial estate - all I can see are warehouses around me." The night clubs had all been moved out of the town centre after complaints from the neighbours about the noise. Still there should have been plenty of taxis waiting outside when the clubs closed. "Can you see any business names?" "Well, I'm in front of one that sounds like a removal company." "OK honey, I know the one." We had used the firm to move the family to the town five years ago. "Stay right there - I need to get dressed and then I will be right over. Probably about 15 minutes." "Thanks Dad! You're a life saver!" I hung up the phone, turned on the light, apologising to my wife and explaining the situation to her. I grabbed a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and slipped them on. No time for underwear. My trainers and zip-up sweatshirt were by the back door, and I grabbed them as I headed out into the cold and up to the garage. I stifled a yawn as I waited for the automatic garage door to open and hopped in the car. Driving through the deserted streets, I made my way out of town towards the industrial estate. Ten minutes later I started navigating the one way system that made the estate a nightmare to negotiate. Still, I used it as a rat run to get to the out of town shopping centre, so I was pretty sure how to get to the removal firm. Turning the corner, I could see the warehouse further down the street on the left. Dim street lighting illuminated the road, but it all look deserted. "Come on Laura, where are you?" I thought worriedly. I pulled up outside the warehouse. The tall double chain link fences were clearly padlocked. Still no sign of her. "OK, she's not stupid. If she isn't here, she must have either caught a taxi, or gone somewhere for shelter from the cold." Luckily I had remembered to pick up my mobile phone as I left the house. I dialed Laura's number and waited. Eventually, it rang out and diverted to the answer machine. Just then, something caught my eye. A light in the warehouse was on, and something had caused a shadow to pass in front of it. Maybe Laura had also seen the light and headed in for some shelter. I parked the car in the lay by just past the main gates. the engine. I got out and locked it. I saw that the pedestrian gate to the side was unlocked. Pushing it open, I walked up to the warehouse. The light was coming through a frosted glass panel in a door marked Office. I tried the handle, and it opened. "Hello anyone there? Laura?" I called out. The office itself was dark, but a light was coming from the main warehouse, which I could see through another door. Getting no reply, I walked over to the other door. "Anybody here? Laura?" Still no reply and no noise could be heard.I poked my head into the warehouse to see if I could see anyone. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me only for three men to jump me and gag and hood me, dragging me further inside. I was shoved onto the ground, on a packing blanket. My hands were tied behind my back. They removed my hood. I could see four men standing a few yards away looking at me. I thought I recognised the man in front. "Wasn't he one of the removal men from five years ago?" "Right, we can begin." This from the man in front. That sobered me up a bit more. "Get him up on his knees." The two other men came over and grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up into a kneeling position. "Welcome to payback!" Something made me look over my shoulder. It was Laura. She was kneeling in the same position further along the blanket. Her hands were also tied behind her back, but she was also gagged. Her top was tight around her big breasts, her nipples jutted out through her bra obscenely, no doubt from standing out in the cold. She was wearing a short leather skirt that didn't quite reach her knees. Tearing my gaze away from her breasts, I looked at her face. A piece of tape was covering her mouth and her blue-green eyes were wide with fear. Tears were drying on her cheeks. "So, a quick introduction first." The man has walked over and stood between us. "You may not remember me, but you employed me and my men to move you into that big house of yours a few years ago." "I remember you," I said as defiantly as I could. "Good. What you might not know is what your little daughter was up to that day." "Pardon?" I looked over at Laura, but saw no change of expression. "Your little daughter is one big prick tease." "What! Look, I have no idea why you have tied us up here, but..." Before I could finish my outburst the man hit me hard across the face. "Shut up! You just keep that mouth of yours shut while explain the situation. You will have plenty of time to use your mouth later on, I promise." Coarse laughter from the other men. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, that day five years ago caused us much frustration. Your daughter started to flirt with us. Now we don't mind a bit of flirting with pretty girls, a perk of the job you might say. But out of sight of Mummy and Daddy, your daughter started taking it a bit further. A bit of leg on show here, a bit of cleavage on show there, a bared midriff, a sexy look over her shoulder. And damn, she was just as hot then as she it now. Anyway, this was every time one of us carried in one of your boxes. "Needless to say, we started to get a little hot under the collar, and one of the lads decided he would see just how far she was willing to go. So up he went with the final box for her room and found her sitting up on her bed. He sat down at the foot of her bed and asked if there was anything else he could do for your precious daughter." "And you know what your daughter did then? Huh? She looked him straight in the eye and said 'I think there something I could do for you'. Now if that isn't a come on I don't know what is. Just then I had called out for my man to come and help with that dining room table of yours. So he left and came back downstairs." Once we had finished the table, and he had told us what was happening upstairs right under your nose, he and his best mate over there headed back upstairs and into her room. She was propped up on her bed in a pair of sexy panties and bra. My men looked at each other and smiled. "OK girl, how about you help us over here and relieve some of the pressure your little show has built up?" With that, they both started to pull down their shorts to reveal two growing erections. And, let's just say that these two men are not short in that department if you get my meaning." More coarse laughter. "You still have us beat there mate!" one of them called out. "True, true," he said with an evil grin on his face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just didn't see her as the prick tease this man was describing. I glanced over at Laura, her head was bowed now so I couldn't see her eyes. "So there they were, two large erections pointing straight out at your little girl, both men slowly fisting their pricks in anticipation. And guess what she did then? And I know because I had just joined them in the room. The little prick tease backs away onto the corner of the bed and pulls her clothes back on!” "Well, that's just not right. To be left out on the cold there, just isn't right. So the two men walked round both sides of the bed to close in on her. All they wanted was a little action. A quick suck would have done the job, and we all wouldn't be here today. But no, she starts raising her voice threatening to shout out to 'Mummy and Daddy' that the big bad men were going to rape her." "Bloody prick tease," interjected one the men. "So what were we law abiding men to do? Hell, the girl was going to ruin the whole thing, so there was nothing for it but to back away. We finished the job, got out tip from you good self..." a sneer crossed the man's face at this, "and we headed off. But we all said that what that girl really needs is a damn good fuck. Oh and your wife too. Damn was she hot. Those breasts of hers were huge!" My face reddened at this remark. My wife has beautiful large pendulous breasts that my daughter has inherited. "We'd been out on a long distance removal journey. We'd finished packing up when couldn't quite believe our luck when we were closing up the warehouse. There standing outside our very front gates was your daughter, pacing up and down trying to keep warm waiting for Daddy to come and pick her up. I recognised her immediately. Just look at her now: once a prick tease, always a fucking prick tease. I'm mean look at that top and skirt. Push up bra, to fully emphasise that big pair of firm tits, with big nipples just begging to be sucked. The spitting image of your wife." "She didn't recognise us - probably forgotten all about the men she fucked off all those years ago. But hey, what's a man to do. I asked her if she was ok, and she explained that you were coming to pick her up. I did the gentlemanly thing and suggested she came into the warm office to wait. She would have no problem seeing you from there. And in she trotted in her leather boots, bum swinging in front of us, erections growing in our trousers." "The rest was easy. It was easy to tie her up and then wait for you to show up. Had a little chat while we waited. You know, catching up with old times. "Look, for god sake," I finally spoke up, seeing now clearly where this little charade was going, "you have got to let us go right now. I'm sorry that my daughter upset you and your men all those years ago, but I'm sure she has learnt her lesson now, and if you just let us go, we won't way anything to the police, I promise." "Fine speech, but I don't think I gave you permission to speak." And with that the man punched me hard in the gut, doubling me over. "So here is how the rest of the night is going to go. You are going to sit there and watch as all four of us take our time to fuck your daughter in every single one of her holes until she begs for more. It is the only way the little prick tease is going to learn. "Oh, and we will film the whole scene, make real sure that you and your daughter's faces are clearly visible. And if you go anywhere near the police, we will have that video onto the internet quicker that you can say 'incest' with a nice little story that you had set this whole thing up because you wanted to get into that pussy of your daughter." "We do, however, have a proposition that will hopefully spare your daughter from the pleasure we had planned for her." "What is it?" "I think that will be become clear shortly." With that the man walked over and stood in front of me. Slowly, with a wicked smile on his lips, he undid the belt on his jeans. Then the top button, and slowly he pulled down the zip. I couldn't believe what was happening. Surely he couldn't mean for me to suck him? He slowly pushed the jeans over his hips and down to his ankles. As he stood up again, I could see a large growing bulge in the front of his boxer shorts. "I think you are getting the picture." One of the men had moved off into the shadows and now came back with two video recorders mounted on tripods. He proceeded to set them up to cover the scene that was unfolding. The man in front of me was massaging his bulge, and it was slowly resolving into a full erection. A big, enormous, thick dick, whose head had started to poke out over the top of he waist band. He put his thumbs into the waist band of the shorts and pushed them down quickly. His prick sprang forward and hit me in the face. It continued to grow. "Open wide Daddy. Time to save you daughter from this monster. I bet it would rip her wide open." This was becoming a nightmare. I wasn't gay, I wasn't. I loved my wife, I loved fucking her. "Come on, you must have worked out the deal by now. It's either you, me and this beauty, or it's your red haired beauty over there and all four of us. Open wide and say 'Ah'." His prick was pulsing right in front of my nose. I looked up into his face, and took a deep breath. Slowly and opened my mouth and shut my eyes. "No, look at it while you suck me off." And with that he moved his hips forward and his prick touched my teeth. "Come on, open wide. And don't you dare bite." My teeth parted and he pushed further, my teeth scraping along the top and bottom of his prick. I closed my lips over his dick and started sucking and licking. He put his hands on the top of my head and started move my head and his hips back and forward a little amount. "Nice and slowly, and we will have you swallowing this piece of meat in no time." Please, please, this had better save my daughter. I slowly sucked and licked my first prick as the man thrust in short lengths in and out of my mouth. "Hm, not bad for a beginner. Now let's start feeding you some of the rest of this monster." Only the large head of his penis had entered my mouth, and now he was starting longer strokes, introducing more and more of its length. Soon he hit the back of my mouth making me cough and splutter. My jaws were starting to ache with the girth of his dick. The man continued to thrust in and out of my mouth hitting the back every so often. Slowly he angled my head upwards and starting angling the thrust down some more. I was now looking along the shaft, half was still not inside my mouth, up into his face. A big smile was playing across his lips. "Hello, my good little cock sucker. Now here comes the good bit... well, for me at least." With that his prick touched my tonsils and I started to gag, pulling away from him. "Oh no you don't." And he pulled my head back into towards his groin, again causing his prick to enter the top of my throat. He repeated this a few times, each time causing me to gag. "Hm, nice and tight. I'm sure your daughter's ass would have felt like this." My gag reflex started to subside and the man started bashing my throat with a little more urgency. "Ok, things are slowly coming to a head now." The other men laughed. They had moved to stand behind the man face fucking me, to have a better view, and were stroking their own impressive erections. The thrusts were becoming quicker now, and slowly my throat was accommodating the intrusion. I had stopped licking and sucking, but it was clear that it was the tightness of my throat that was now turning on my tormentor. The next thrust caught me by surprise and he pushed harder to force his prick deep into my throat. He stopped there and waited a couple of heart beats as I struggled to catch my breath. "Fuck yes," he let out in a low growl. He pulled back and let me suck in fresh air, and then plunged it straight back in. He picked up the pace now, diving deep into my bruised throat every few strokes. "Look at your daughter, now! She can't believe her eyes. Her dear Dad is sucking a huge dick like a true faggot! I wonder if it is turning her on?" I refused to look over at Laura, concentrating on trying to breathe. To my shame, my prick was fully erect now, pushing my tracksuit bottoms out from my waist. "It certainly turning you on!" He continued to fuck my face to what seemed like an age, and then suddenly pulled my head all the way forward, and let out a loud grunt. His cock broke through whatever resistance remained and buried itself deep in my throat and started to pulsate and dump streams of spunk inside my mouth. Pubic hair tickled my noise and I struggled for air, the monster completely fully inserted into my face. On and on his cock pumped. "Oh man! Yeah! I love breaking in new fuck meat." He rubbed the head of the prick in my hair and took a couple of steps back. "All yours!" he said to the other two men and sat down on a pile of blankets. "What!" I spluttered, my jaw aching as I spoke. "You promised to let us go!." "I said no such thing, and besides, my mates here also want a bit of fun." "You bastard!" I shouted, "Let us go now." "Or what?" he laughed back. The two men advanced on me and pulled me up to my feet again, carrying me over to the mound of blankets. They threw me face down pulled my tracksuit off. My hands were still tied behind my back and the blankets under me tilted my arse up into the air. One of the men knelt down behind me and pulled my cheeks apart and started greasing up my arsehole with something cold and sticky. "Get the fuck off me." I said struggling. "Shut him up will you" said the man behind me. The other man walked around in front of me and knelt down and grabbed my head and tilted it backwards. "Open wide. Time for another face fuck," And with that he plunged his prick straight in and down my throat. At the same time, a felt something warm between my cheeks as the other man started push at my arsehole. The man started thrusting forward, pushing his big prick into my arsehole. God it hurt. I could feel something tearing, he kept pushing. I couldn't scream because I was effectively gagged. The man fucking my face had started a rhythmic thrusting now, and the man buggering me started to match it. Little by little, he pushed more and more of the prick into my aching arse. And then the pain started to ease and I closed my eyes, tears forming and rolling down my cheeks puffed out by the face fucking I was receiving. In and out they both went, abusing me, fucking me, hurting me, yet beginning to turn me on. My dick was rock hard and throbbing. It was being rubbed against the rough blankets I was sprawled across, and I could feel myself getting closer to ejaculation myself. Suddenly the prick in my throat started to pulse, and more spunk shot deep inside. The man behind me speeded up and soon had his full length sawing in and out of my arsehole. "Fuck!" he shouted at the top his voice, and buried himself fully in my arse. I could feel the hot spunk gushing out and filling my bowels. "He really likes to be fucked, doesn't he!?" I rolled over and felt spunk leak from my arsehole and move down my leg. What the fuck had I become? I looked up and saw my daughter a few feet away crying her eyes out, still kneeling, with the tape across her mouth. "Right. That's the starter out of the way, time for the main course." I was too weak to offer much response to this. Of course they wouldn't let us go now. They were about to fuck my daughter and there was nothing I could do. Laura was trying to back away from the men now, obviously realising what was about to happen. She gave a muffled scream because of her gag and looked at me for help. The men simply lifted her up and marched her back in front of me. One of the men stepped up to Laura and cut her skirt away from her knickers and cut off her top, revealing a push up bra, with her breasts overflowing the top. The knickers were cut off next, and then the bra, leaving her tits to hang freely, leaving her naked except for a pair of leather boots. "Wow, a natural red head!" The men were looking at the triangle of flaming ginger hair that my daughter was trying to hide my crossing her legs. "None of that now, let's see you as nature intended," pulling her legs apart, and making her stand with them a couple inches apart. "Very pretty." Laura obviously hadn't shaved, but the hairs were fine and light, and you could see her cunt through them. Damn it I thought, I'm sitting here, having just been buggered, oggling my daughter's pussy. What kind of sick pervert was I turning into? The man had shed all his clothes and was stroking his monster prick again. It was as hard as ever. He walked behind my daughter. "Well, buggering does that to a man," he laughed at his weak joke and kicked my daughter on the back of her legs causing her to fall down on her knees. He then pushed her so that she ended up on all fours, directly in front on me. I could see between her arms, her breasts dangling down, her nipples still erect and pointing up at me. Beautiful pink nipples. Beautiful breasts come to that. Oh god, fucking marvelous tits, if I'm being honest. They swayed slightly, having formed perfect domes. I loved seeing my wife like this. It would turn me on in a instant. The man had dropped to his knees behind Laura and shuffled forward until his prick touched her bum. "You have a beautiful bum lady, and it will be a joy to fuck it" he said, dipping his fingers into a tub of something. He started applying the goo to my daughter's arse. It must have been cold, because she made a start forward, trying to escape. The man obvious was working his finger into her arsehole as Laura struggled. "Whoa there little horsey, you can't run from me." With that he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my daughter's long red hair and pulled it back like a reign. Her head went back and she stopped struggling. A low grunt escaped from my daughter's throat as he worked a second finger in with the second. "Need to open you up bit honey, my monster is going to rip you open wide as it is." Tears were reforming in my daughter's eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and lined up his prick against my daughter's hole. "Now, here's what happens to stuck up little prick teasers." And with that he thrust forward and pushed his large bulbous head into her anus. Laura screamed, loud enough that the tape did little to suppress the noise. "Yeah!" shouted the man, "squeal for me!" He pulled back and thrust again, popping his prick in and out of the tight opening. Laura obliged! The man started a thrusting motion, the same one he used as he had fucked my face. In and out his dick went, and slowly but surely, more of the monster disappeared up my daughter's arsehole. The pain must have been incredible. The rocking motion had started my daughter's breasts swaying to and fro in front of me, her head held high and clear by the man's grasp of her hair. Her tits started slapping against her upper arms, and bouncing inwards and together. The slapping was now being echoed by the man behind her, having fully penetrated her, his large balls banging against her bottom with each thrust. "Oh yeah! Your daughter is a good fuck!" My own erection was forming again, wanting release. One of the other men came over and knelt next to me and started jerking his hand up and down my shaft. Right in front of my daughter's face. The chief man buggering Laura was picking up the pace now, and my daughter's sobbing had slowed to a dull grunt with each thrust and slap of her tits against her arms. The man jacking me off also speeded up. I was close. The man buggering my sweet, bad, naughty, sexy Laura gave one final huge thrust and started to come deep into her. That pushed me over the edge, and jets of spunk flew up and hit Laura on her face, tits and arms. "Oh god!" I cried out loud. "Ah, It's time to take some photos." One of the other men returned with a digital camera and had captured the moment when I had come all over my daughter while she was being buggered from behind. "Right lads, up for some more action?" The two men grinned as they turned her sideways, still on her knees and elbows, and started a repeat performance of their acts on me. They had swapped positions, so I guess Laura was about to have the cock that had been deep in my bowels served up to her to clean. The man ripped the tape off her mouth. He pinched her cheeks to open her mouth, and started feeding his dick into her mouth. The man behind her had no trouble slipping his hard cock into her gaping arsehole. Laura had lost all her fight, and stayed still as the two men started fucking her from both ends. From the side, I could see the cock entering her throat, making it bulge obscenely. Again, her breasts started swinging to and fro. "Such a beautiful sight to see a girl filled from both ends." said the man standing behind me playing the video camera over the scene. The men kept up their pace for a good few minutes, during which time Laura made no sound. Then they started to speed up their thrusts as they reached their climax. Coming closely together, they filled my daughter with their spunk, withdrew and jerk the last few drops over her back, hair and face. "Good for the skin I've heard," one of them laughed. Laura collapsed to the floor. "And now, for the main dish!" What more could he possible have in store? He turned Laura over onto her back. Her eyes were closed. "OK Dad, time for you finale! Get over here and fuck your daughter in the cunt." "No." The word came out quietly. "No? I don't think you are in any position to say no. Or put it another way, you say no, then we three will rape her cunt one after the other. And then we will find what else fits in that nice little hole. I'm sure there are ample 'toys' we could find around here. And we will keep doing this until you do fuck her. So you either fuck her now, or you fuck her later, complete with sloppy seconds." All four men laughed at this. I was pushed towards her. She had started to cry again, and I whispered, "I'm sorry,I'll pull out" as I drew closer. I was positioned between her legs, but my cock had lost its tumescence. I could see her abused anus, leaking spunk. And I could see my daughter's cunt, nestling in the triangle of fine ginger hairs. Her legs up and apart and exposed her cunt lips, and I could see her enflamed clit, and a very moist opening. "Suck Daddy's dick and get it ready for your cunt!” She shook her head only to be punched and had her head pulled forward towards my cock. She very reluctantly started to suck on it. My cock got hard again, both from the administration of my daughter's fellatio and ashamedly the tempting prospect of fucking her.I lined up my prick against her wet hole, and pushed forward. Laura, with her eyes still shut, let out a cry as I slipped ever so easily into her cunt. "Damn, she's wet" one of the men said. And she was, that first push had put my whole throbbing penis deep into my darling daughter. I felt a mix of lust and shame as she felt so good. I started pulling out and then plunged back in, a little harder than I had planned, but the little cock tease was turning me on. In and out, a little harder still. Slowly, I built up my pace. I continued to thrust in hard. Laura's eyes were open now, looking up at me, and she had started panting in short quiet bursts. I kept a steady rhythm going, fucking my daughter. Her legs still pressed up next to her side, allowed he breasts to move freely. And they started hitting me as I fucked her in and out. It felt so good. I reassured her that I'd pull out when the time came. But right then I felt a hand between my legs. I looked back, and saw the man who had been doing most of the filming moving in closer, his own monster cock was erect. Judging the moment, he pressed the head against my stretched anus. "Room for me? This'll stop you pulling out of her as I push myself into you!" he hissed into my ear, and pushed forward in time with my next thrust. He buried himself deep on that stroke, and I let out a loud cry of pain. Laura shuddered slightly. A few thrusts later, and the man was completely inside of me, filling me to bursting point, a hot fire burning in my guts. His pace matching the thrust of me fucking Laura. The three of us continued fucking for another few minutes when I felt the man started to speed up and then empty himself completely in my hole. That pushed me over the edge, jets of my sperm splattered the inside of Laura's cunt as I came again nd again inside her. Incredibly, Laura started bucking and squirming as I was dribbling my last inside her. I picked myself up and lay down on my back next to my fucked daughter. I could see the other two men had been circling the action with the video cameras, capturing every sordid detail of this incestuous violation of my daughter. The two men who had been denied access to Laura those five years ago, now demanded their cum-uppance and took turns to unload themselves into Laura's well lubricated pussy. Laura's screams were ignored as they both ploughed her forcefully. They both grunted in satisfaction as their years of frustration had come to an end and squirted their cum inside her. Laura's weeping was interrupted by my phone going off. The chief handed me the phone and told me to say I'd got lost by going down some wrong back passages, but I was on my way back with Laura now. “Looks like we've got some delicious breakfast. I fancy those juicy melons your wife has!” We were both bundled into the back of the van, they knew their way. The extent of their revenge grew larger...

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!

Was contacted from my locanto ad last night, a father and son wanting a morning session, there family is on holidays on the gold coast for 2 weeks. Gave them my address 8 am today they texted me saying that they are here. I let them in. Had the usual chit chat, they told me they said to there wife and mum that they were going to learn to surf. They were spit roasting me and taking turns fucking my mouth and my ass. 15 minutes later the son was cumming in my ass and the father was cumming in mouth. They are coming around tomorrow for another session, I looking forward to being bred by the dad and swallowing the sons cum. Father is 44 and son is 20

I needed money. After finishing high school, I tried to hold down a couple normal jobs, at fast food places and the like. It just wasn't for me though. I can't stand routine. So I looked into alternative ways to make money. Online searches pointed me in one clear direction; I should make an Onlyfans. I always had guys staring at me. I literally could not go to the mall alone without guys clearly staring at my chest, ass, and god forbid I sit down in a skirt. I knew there were tons of creeps who liked me, so why not make a quick buck off of them? I started innocent enough, only showing clothed pictures. They were mostly skin tight things, and soon I put up a few shots of bikinis. Guys were clambering to buy my pics, and soon they were messaging me too. I'd get things like 'FUCK you're sexy' or 'Jesus I want to pound you', and the most common 'How much can I pay to see that pussy?' I had told myself I wasn't going to post any nudes, as I didn't want my face to get out there, but some of these guys were offering $100 for each pic, and I was lucky to get five bucks off the bikini pics. I tried to tell them no, and instead go further into kinky texting with them, but that just made them want it further. I now had a couple dozen guys promising me cash for nudes. Eventually I decided 'fuck it, my family isn't going to see me anyway.' and I took put up some nudes. Within days, I had made thousands. More money than I'd had in my whole life. This was the beginning of an addiction. Over the next several months, I got good. I knew exactly what to say to make a guy cum. I had practice with all my guys fetishes, and I was starting to develop some of my own. Even when I was away from home I kept my phone on me. I'd be riding on the bus while 8 guys were texting me what they wanted to do to my body. I had gotten so used to it, I don't think I could have lived without it. I needed these guys constant affirmation, and also their denigration. Past that, I also needed their money. I had gotten used to being able to buy whatever I wanted, and I sure as shit wasn't going back to the life of a poor young woman. My life started to change after a single event in a lingerie store. I had started to frequent this place to find more outfits for my fans. As I was browsing, I noticed this guy had entered, and was staring straight at me. I kept browsing, pretending not to notice. It was extremely creepy, but I also like the attention. Have I mentioned how I need guys constantly fawning over me? A few seconds later I look back, and he's still staring. Good, let him stare. I decide to bend over to view something on a lower shelf, which not-so-subtly lifted up the back of my skirt. I turn my head slightly to see if he's watching, and he is... coming over. He is literally walking over to me. I stand up straight. I was used to guys staring at me, and they'd often cat call me, but an actual conversation? I had spent so long texting, I didn't even know if I could hold a conversation in real life. Even in the occasional videos I made, they were always one way, where I'd talk to the camera. I tried to go back to browsing, hoping he'd walk past; but no luck. He walked straight up to me. "It's me, Dan, we chat all the time online.' I recognized him now. Not from his face, I have no idea what his face looks like as he only ever sent dick pics, but I only texted a few guys named Dan, and only one was a ginger. I hadn't ever seen an actual fan in real life. I have dozens of hardcore big spenders; even with that, the country is big, what are the chances any of them would live near me? "Oh, Dan, nice to see you." "Hey, you know this place has a back, right? How about you and I go over and do all those things we always talk about?" Dan asked. This was a definite no for me. My big secret was that I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, ever. I had gotten kind of good at pretending to give blow jobs, as I often had to suck a dildo in videos for guys, but I hadn't actually ever done that before. Also, Dan was a little crusty, and old. I tried to let him down easy. "No Thanks, I tend to get the most enjoyment from sexting." Dan was indefatigable. He said "Oh I know what you mean. I never cum from in person encounters." "Never?" I asked, skeptically. "A guy like you must get a ton of girls," (this was a lie) "and I'm sure you cum for some of them." "Nope" Dan replied. "I bet even you couldn't make me cum in real life." I tried to get him to back down by stepping forward so my lips were only an inch away from his face, then grabbing his crotch area. I could feel his raging boner. "Nope, not even you." Dan said. This fucking liar. "fine, lets go." I yanked him by his collar in the direction of the backrooms. I had never been, and I was surprised at how incredibly disgusting it was. Everything looked oily, like it was covered in an almost imperceptibly thin layer of bodily fluid. Unfortunately for me, I fucking loved being near other peoples bodily fluids. I pulled Dan into a room, shut the door, and immediately pulled down his pants. I was normally the sub in these fantasies, but this guy had pissed me off AND made me horny. I needed this cum. I pulled a bottle of lube out of my purse, worked it through my hands, and started going to town. I was trying to do get him to cum with the least amount of effort, as I didn't want to lose my BJ virginity, or worse, on something like this. Dan said "oh yeah, that feels good. But I'm going to need more than that." he started to reach for my skirt, but no, he didn't deserve that yet. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit instead, then started passionately kissing his face. He smelt as bad as he looked, but I needed this man to cum. His breathing started getting louder and louder for a bit, but then it started coming down again. Fuck, I was losing him. I decided I had no choice now. I knelt down on the ground, grasped his prick with both hands (guys like it when it seems like you're struggling with the size of their member) and I started sucking. It was slow at first, only managing to get the head into my mouth, but as I got used to the taste I started pushing it further down my throat. After a few minutes, I had worked the whole thing in and I was starting to make the motions; up and down, while sucking and using my tongue liberally. Dan put one hand on the back of my head, holding me down. I could barely breathe, but I was so turned on by his dominance finally coming out. With my head so low though, I was at an odd angle to keep kneeling, so I had to stand my feet up and lean over to get a better angle. When I did so, Dan's other hand came in, grabbed me by a leg, and pulled my ass to him. He then reached his hand under my skirt and started feeling around my panties. "Fuck your wet." Dan said. 'Fuck me' I thought he's found my secret. "If you don't make me cum with your lips, you know what we'll have to use next?" He said, as he slid on finger under my panties. Fuck. I did not want to lose my virginity here. I started sucking faster, giving all my tongue and my hands into this blowjob. Dan stuck his second finger under my panties and started fingering my pussy. I let out a loud moan as he did. Without meaning, his prick somehow slipped even further into my throat so I was full-on deepthroating him. I couldn't even breath as he is rapidly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand is still slamming me down on his cock. Finally, I feel him expand. I know what that means. I let out a moan of ecstasy as he explodes in my mouth. I relish ever drop of that delicious, salty victory. "God damn. That was so fucking hot." Dan said, sliding back in his seat. He looked dead from the experience. I stand up, satisfied in myself, though also extremely horny. I can satisfy myself though, as normal. I move to leave, and I notice Dan's bag by the door. It was positioned on the only other chair, and oddly, his phone seemed to be popping out of the top. I look behind me; Dan literally looks like he passed out. I decide to take a peak and I pull out his phone. As I turn it around, I realize the camera is on. This mother fucker was recording the whole thing. What the fuck?!? Well fuck him if he thinks he can record me for his own profit. I quickly send the video to me, then delete it from his phone and leave. On the ride home, I find a spot in the back of the bus and watch the video. It is so fucking hot. I could barely keep from masturbating right there on the bus. Somehow, I make it home and do my business. Afterwards, I get to thinking though, this is high quality content. People routinely paid for videos where I was only masturbating, but where I actually gave a BJ? This could be worth a shit ton. I told some of my regulars the whole story and asked what the video was worth. From their replies, I gathered that it was worth a freaking lot. I set the price at $1,000, and within an hour I had a cool extra $30k in my bank. Just to be clear, that is $30,000. Like, I've earned more than that overall, but it normally took at least a few weeks to get that much. In one night? It was insanity. And more than that, one topic kept coming back from my regulars. They loved the blow job, but they really loved the whole idea of it. This guy, fighting not to cum, and if he can actually manage, he gets further with me? Even if I don't want them to get further/ It was hot. Guys loved it. Guys were willing to pay more for it. That started my next big plan. I gave my city (which I won't give here) and I told guys to send a pic and sign up if they wanted to take a chance. It wasn't prostitution, because I wasn't charging them; I was going to make money off the video sales. Obviously, many, many guys signed up. A lot of them sent pics, and most of these guys actually looked like of hot. Like they were fit, toned, and they probably thought that was what I was looking for. Unfortunately for them, I figured that good looking guys are probably also more experienced and therefore, can last much longer. I was afraid if they lasted too long, I might have to do something I didn't want to do. Something risky. So I was looking for the least attractive. The ones that were crusty and maybe old too. It helped that I had a huge fetish for nasty men. After looking through the pics of the uglier ones, I decided on this one guy. He was black, a little older, and he looked extremely thin. Like you could see way too many of his bones. He also seemed to have a few of these weird little black marks on his body. He would do nicely. I sent him a message, and we settled on a date and decided to do it in this dank motel nearby. I realized this could be putting myself in a bad situation though, as it is even less public than the lingerie store; if he tried to force me to do things, I didn't think I could stop him. I figured out how to get around this though; instead of making the video, then selling it later, I would make it a live stream. That way, if he tried to assault me against my will, my fans could call someone to help. The day of the event was only a few days later. I got there early, to set up. I opened my live stream to look at ticket sales. I had a good 30 people watching, each for $1,000 each! God I love money. I felt kind of bad though, as I was probably going to make this guy cum in 30 seconds. It wouldn't be nearly as good as the last one. I didn't have long to ponder this, as the guy finally showed up. I asked his name, but he said I should just call him 'Tim', and he made it seem like that wasn't his real name. He had this thick accent, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Africa. I asked "Okay, Tim, would you like get down to business?" Tim said "First, you sure you can make me cum?" "You like girls?" I reply "Yes." "Then Yes, I can make you cum." I said. "And that will be quickly, yes? Before we get to the sex? I do not want to put my babies in you." This was an odd line of questioning, but I answered "Don't worry, while I'm not on birth control, I assure you it won't get that far." I had brought condoms anyway, just in case it did of course. "Oh good, but birth control wouldn't protect me from all my babies anyway." I tilted my head at him, confused. He leaned forward to clarify: "You see, I have AIDS." I stood up abruptly. I was trying to think of a reply, of a way to get out of this, but I couldn't think quickly enough. He just looked at me and said "You said you would make me cum. You promised, even. Since you can't get my disease from a hand-job, why not try that? Surely there is no harm in it?" I looked at the laptop, behind which were dozens of guys who had paid to watch this, and to whom I would have to refund if I didn't go through with it. I decided fine, I would give him a hand job, as that was safe, then I'd be done with it. I motioned him to the bed. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight pink top that accentuated by breasts. Tim took off his pants and underwear, then laid on the bed next to me. I got out a bit of lube and started stroking his dick. It was surprisingly large for such a thin man, and I started using two hands to get it all. After a few minutes of stroking, Tim reached over and started fondling my breasts. He was still outside the shirt, but when he tried to go in I swatted his hand away. He said "Come on, you want me to come faster or not?" which was sound logic, so I moved my hand back to his prick and he reached inside my shirt. Within seconds he was groping my tits. He had this way of moving his finger around my nipple that actually seemed, stimulating? I moaned a little. It was at that moment that I had a realization: I was incredibly horny. I thought it was fear before, and it was, but that fear had collected itself and somehow moved directly into my pussy which was SOPPING wet. I started getting more into the hand job, actually enjoying it now. "Come on, suck it." Tim said. But I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk any of his toxic cum in my body, even my mouth. "No." I said "You can make due with this." "Well at least get closer, so you can use more strength." he said, as he pushed my body closer to his dick. As I was looking at it, I knew, I really, really, wanted to suck on it.. But I wasn't stupid, so I didn't. I did get close to it though, to better worship it's glory. As I did so, I inadvertently moved my pussy closer to his face. He saw the opportunity for what it was, and with one hand he grabbed my skirt and he used the other to reach in and move my panties to the side. Within about a second he had several fingers ramming into my pussy as I hunched over his dick. He was not being gentle about it either. It felt like he was cutting my insides, but that made me even hornierrrrrrr. Fuck it, it turns out I am stupid. I thought as I leaned forward and shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I will make this man cum if it is the last thing I do. He kept up the frantic pace with his fingers in my pussy as I kept my tongue and lips working up and down his massive shaft. He was moaning a little, but not as much as he should be. "Come on, why don't we take this further?" he asked. Was this guy crazy? No way was I taking it further. Technically this wasn't even fully safe. Vaginal would be suicide. I didn't reply, I just kept sucking, hoping he'd get there. Instead, he tightened one hand around my leg and used his other to start pulling my panties down my leg. I tried to close my legs, but it was far too late, I was too thin, and they came down easily. God damn it I thought. He better not try to stick it in. I was still on top of him though, so he couldn't easily do that from this position. I decided to keep my mouth on his prick for as long as it took, to make sure he didn't try putting it in other holes. As I was thinking that, he leaned forward and started pulling up my shirt, easing my arms through. When he tried to pull it over my head, it got stuck, as I was still trying to suck him off. I realized the problem though, and decided to stop for the second it took for him to get my shirt around my head. As I stopped sucking though, he pulled my shirt over my head, then grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but he was strong and I was weak willed. I thought about yelling out the name of the motel we were at, so the viewers could send help, but fuck he was a good kisser. He moved one hand to massage my breasts, then he moved the other to start massaging my ass, before making it's way to my pussy again. By this point, we were sitting on the bed in a puddle of my making. He stops kissing me and moves his lips onto my neck, where he starts sucking. I go to do the same, but notice those black marks from before. He stopped sucking to say 'I hope you are not off put by my affliction. It is from my AIDS." He reminded me of it so casually, but I had already started viewing it differently. It was dangerous, but it was hot. I still tried to push him away, but he said "hey, hey now. You want me to cum? You know what really makes me cum?" I stop fighting and look at him. "Eating your flower." The way he said flower was 50% sweet, 50% creepy, and 200% hot. I figured that was safe, and apparently it would make him cum, so I accepted. I laid back and spread my legs. He moved his head between my legs and while making eye contact, started his tongue around my pussy lips. He was too good. Not good at hitting the right spots; he was an expert at not hitting the right spots. He spent several minutes circling around, refusing to enter or to touch my clit. I tried moving my body in a way so his tongue hit my G Spots, but he moved his tongue away, intentionally keeping me in suspense. "Please..." I begged "Oh, you see, now you know what it is to have Blue Balls." I finally realized he had done this on purpose. Brought me to the edge, so I couldn't think straight, but he refused to go over. He kept moving his head near my pussy, and I was following his mouth with my hips, trying to give him the right angle so he could dive his tongue back in, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly crawled up to meet my lips with his own. He kissed me and started stroking my hair. At this point i noticed two things: First, his mouth seemed to have blood in it. Was that from me? Second. his dick was now only inches away from my pussy. He said "You know, there is a way we can cure both our blue balls..." "I don't want AIDS. Or any babies. Please?" "Don't condoms protect against all babies?" I figured that was true. They aren't perfect protection, but also, FUCK. I NEED THAT DICK. I reached behind the bed and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it and put it on, then slid inside of me. My GOD did it feel good. I had never felt anything besides a dildo and that had nothing on the real deal. I started moaning loudly. I was so ready to cum. After he was in, and I was moaning like a cat in heat, I expected him to pick up the pace and start railing me, but he didn't. He started extremely slow. At first, I thought this was a sweet thing, to make sure I was ready, but after a significant period of time, he still hadn't picked up pace. I started trying to pull him up and fuck me faster. I tried to move my body down to increase the friction, but he wouldn't budge; and he kept me still. He said "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes" I begged. "Well there is one other thing that would help." "Anything, as long as you keep the condom on." I replied. "Okay, well I have a fetish. I like to be in control. Complete control." He got off me, and I felt a void as his dick left my pussy. He reached down into his bag, and he brought out a couple pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. "No." I said, flatly. "I'm not stupid." "Oh okay, well that is good for you. I'll just leave them here in case you change your mind." Tim said, as he placed them next to me on the bed. He then got on top of me again, and slowly started teasing his dick into my hole. I started moaning ravenously, edging him onwards. I needed him to enter me now. All of him. I started begging "please. please. fuck me." "Oh, you want me to fuck you, well first, lets try these." He picked up the blindfolds had placed beside me and he moved to place them over my head. I didn't stop him. I could always take them off if I needed. As soon as they were on, the world went dark, and he finally fully entered me. Oh god he entered me. I felt his dick hitting spots I didn't know I had. He started slow at first, but started getting a little faster. As he did, I started moaning harder and harder; I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I couldn't see or hear anything outside of this orgasmic lust as he started hammering me. Then I hear a click and I feel something close around my wrists. I move to remove the blindfold, but whatever is holding my wrists is too strong and my hands are pulled to the side of the headboard. I realize too late they're his handcuffs, and my hands are firmly trapped on either side of me. I yell out the motel name, and ask someone to come get me. Tim says "I don't know if that was a good idea..." he then pokes his penis back inside me. "besides which, I don't think it will matter at this point." His penis feels AMAZING. Like, it had felt good before, but now I can feel it's heat, I can feel my skin vibrate with the friction as he comes in and out. I start moaning, but then I realize why; he wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait," I gasp, breathless from the pleasure. "Please... condom..." "No." Tim replied. "It's far too late for that. You're a slut forever now." Tim finally picked up his pace as he started hammering my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but it was of no use, I was too weak and far too wet. I started screaming in pleasure. I could feel an orgasm coming. He started choking me. He said "No bitch, you don't cum until I do." but that just drove me crazy. He went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I begged one last time "Please don't give me AIDS!" but his breath was ragged now. Between grunts he said "Oh no bitch, I've got a crazy high viral load, and your insides are all torn up. You're a goner for sure." At that, my body went into a wild orgasm. I started screaming in pleasure. Tim went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I felt it expand, then Time left out a huge moan as he exploded inside me. I felt squirt after squirt of his poisonous cum coating my insides. I couldn't say anything for at least another 30 seconds though, as I was waiting for my own orgasm to subside. Finally, Tim pulled out of me and crawled off. When he did, all I felt was the emptiness. Fuck, did I want him back already? As if on command, I felt him return. "Hey baby." He said, except, there was no accent now. I couldn't tell before because of the blindfold, but this wasn't Tim. I panicked and tried to get out again, but this time I heard Tim's voice to the side. He said "I told you, you shouldn't have told them the name of the motel. Now they will show up and expect a turn. You did not really think they cared about your safety, did you/" The new guy already had his prick out and slid it into me, bare. "Nah bitch, I told you over text, you're a cock sleeve. Now you finally learn your place." The new guy started fucking me like Tim, hard and fast. After only a few minutes, he came inside me. Within seconds, someone else had taken his place. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was supposed to be safe? And now I had some 30 guys cumming in me in one night? I was almost certainly pregnant, with HIV, and some number of other STD's. Dear God, what have I done? At some point in the night I passed out. The next morning, I woke up and realized my hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, but everyone had left. My laptop was still recording the live stream. I could see myself on the screen approaching it. I was covered in semen and blood. I closed the stream and considered what to do next. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was orgasmic, painful, terrifying, and somehow, I wanted it to happen again? I didn't know how to feel. I didn't get a chance either. Two days later, my mother called. One of my 'regulars' had sent my whole family the video. I hung up. I don't know what to think of that. A couple weeks later, I got the worst flu of my life. I then tested positive for HIV, and several other things. The night had probably ruined my life, but god was it fun, maybe even, freeing?

@JimInWisc Do you mean the impact of having HIV has had on my life? If so: like some others here, I was diagnosed after a longish period of not having regular sex, which suggests I had been poz for quite some time (though given my sexual practices, it's unlikely I ever infected anyone else). It was discovered when I woke up one morning after a long period of not feeling "great", having lost a noticeable amount of weight (which I thought was a good thing), and couldn't really get out of bed. My partner and our tenant (in a separate apartment from us) got me first to Urgent Care, then to the ER when UC said that's where I needed to be. I was severely dehydrated, among other things, and the ER staff "backed into" the HIV diagnosis when someone put a lot of pieces together and asked about my status. Although the IV fluids they gave me stabilized me, in the ensuing few weeks before I could get the lab work done to start my HIV treatment, I deteriorated further (needing to use a wheelchair to get around our house and needing help to get in and out of the shower. I will say once I got on treatment, my system recovered rapidly. I'd gone from about 175 lbs before "getting sick" down to just below 130, but with the return of my appetite on treatment I was back up to about 180 within six months (and I've since stabilized right about 200 lbs). In the process of getting regular lab work for my treatment, the doctors discovered my blood sugar was running high and added a mild medication to keep it under control. My cholesterol was also off (bad cholesterol high, good cholesterol low), so a statin was added for that (which only really helps with the bad cholesterol). My blood pressure was running a little high, not enough to be worried about on its own, but in combo with HIV and the blood sugar medication, the BP was starting to impact my kidneys, so I'm also on a low-dose BP med. Before I was diagnosed with HIV, I had two bouts with shingles, which (in retrospect) were likely enabled by the immune suppression I was undergoing. I'd assumed that I was just more susceptible to them because my younger sister had shingles in college and my older sister had them as an adult shortly before I did. I will note that I was uninsured at the time of my diagnosis, because the ACA had not really kicked in fully providing the deeply discounted premiums for lower and middle income people yet. But my diagnosis made me eligible for coverage under a Ryan White program - and that's how all the additional health complications I've had were able to get fixed. I also had long known I had sleep apnea, but being uninsured, the self-pay cost of $2,500 just to have it diagnosed coupled with the costs of the CPAP machine made treating that out of reach. All of that got addressed while I was covered under the insurance our state's Ryan White funding provided. Since then I've been able to boost my income considerably such that I could afford even the steep insurance costs for an individual policy without a subsidy. As I pointed out to others, even at $1,350 a month in premiums for a fairly high-deductible policy, the cost of medications alone would have vastly exceeded that outlay, and between the insurance and copay assistance the net cost of my HIV medications for me was $0. And to be honest: I'm one of the lucky ones, because I know how to navigate systems, find the assistance I needed, and so forth. A lot of people don't, and caseworkers who are supposed to help them are typically overworked and underpaid. It's very easy, if you are HIV+ and don't know the systems, to fall through the cracks without someone experienced to advocate for you - you have to push back at times when insurance wants to deny claims or coverage, and those who aren't accustomed to challenging authority can get screwed.

Chapter 18: More Confessions The doctor came back to the room we were in and said the boy was willing and ready to be pozzed. He told us he had arranged a meeting at his place in 2 days. At that point we all high fived each other. The doctor told us he had other patients to see(d) and we should go now. We headed to the waiters place for some fun of our own. When we arrived, we immediately stripped and went to the pool where the waiter poured us a drink. My partner proposed a toast to me saying he was so proud of me. He told the waiter he wanted a few minutes private him with me, and he should jump in the pool, which he did. He got on a raft on his back with his cock fully erect. My partner planted a deep kiss on me and told me how proud he was of me. He said we wouldn't know if my seed would work on the pizza boy, but as he knew, the first was the most exciting, at least it was for him. He continued by saying it was even more exciting that we had become partners and would spend the rest of our lives together. Making love and being pigs with others. He said that a strong relationship would have both its good and bad moments, but it was most important that we were always truthful to each other. I totally agreed. With that he said he had something to tell me, and hoped i wasn't mad. He said that he had actually stopped his meds a week earlier than he had told me, and that's why his viral load seemed to get so high so quickly. Before I got a word in, he continued by saying that he knew that i was the one that he wanted to be his first conversion. How could one be mad at that? With that we both jumped into the pool with the waiter. He looked at us and said what are you too waiting for. We immediately both started working on his cock. After a short while he said let's fuck. My partner bent me over the edge of the pool and started to fuck me. The waiter then started to fuck my partner. Sandwichs are fun, but often hard to synchronize, and being in the water made it even tougher. My partner nutted in me, and the waiter in him, and we retreated to the bar. At the bar, I suggested that Tina join the party. The waiter said he didn't have any, but poured us a rum and Coke. He said he also had more Coke, and pulled out a bag and formed three lines for us. He said it would get us high, but not overly uninhibited like Tina would. Neither my partner and I had ever done Coke, and he explained how to snort it. The waiter was correct, there was a high, but somewhat different than from Tina. It didn't make us super horny which was important as we wanted to discuss the pizza boy. While we were snorting, the doctor showed up, stripped and asked where his line was. The waiter quickly laid down 5 lines. He told the doctor he had some catching up to do. After the doctor took his first line, we all did the second together. Fully relaxed we began to discuss the pizza boy. The waiter told the doctor he had a fucked up mind setting up the blindfolded breeding. The doctor laughed, and said he would have loved to be the one to infect him, bur knew it was my best opportunity to do so. I thanked the doctor and planted a deep kiss on him. The doctor said he felt good that the pizza boy was more than ready to be gifted. He told us that he set up a meeting at his place in 2 days. He said that we would all breed the boy, but insisted we follow his lead. The waiter said he couldn't wait to hear what a twisted scenario he had planned. Next Chapter: Pizza Boy Delivers

Damn, you really want to leave us hanging!!!

My college library third floor mens restroom was a well known cruise spot. On one crowded evening, midterm exams week, I hung in the stall, tapped my foot often, and opened my stall three separate times, for three different responders. I was all cleaned out and weeded up, ready to take raw loads. To keep my lower legs and feet from being seen, Each time I had him sit on the toilet and I sat on his hard raw cock, with my feet resting on his knees. Told him to place his hand over my mouth while we fucked. During each fuck, because the library was so crowded it was an endless stream of guys coming in and out, using the urinals and the stalls, adjacent to us, and washing up at the sinks. Some probably looking for action themselves. So fuckin hot taking raw Dick like that! I was a fuckin third floor college mens room whore in my youth, looking for, and getting a few of, “the biggest men on campus!” It was an awesome way of knowing who on campus was homo, and a couple friendships resulted, where we’d go out to bars, the bath house, And hook up later in a regular way! Ah, my college daze! 😂🐷😎

I would encourage you to post about this in discussions elsewhere when people are glamourizing chasing. Granted, people who become poz after chasing (and who test regularly hoping they've converted) can go on meds themselves to keep HIV under control. But even that has long-term impact on your body's ability to ward off other infections. Even worse are the ones who encourage others to go get pozzed and to stay off medications so they can poz others. This is the kind of thing that can happen - once your body's immune system collapses, almost any kind of infection can incapacitate you for extended periods. Those of us who lived through the 80's and early 90's when HIV was truly a death sentence and not a "health maintenance issue" know what that's like.

Yes, I actually had more encounters planned…but, Lamont’s kind of an asshole and writing him disgusts me a little. Not for the sex, but how he goes about it. He’s kind of a predator. Anyway, I planned for him to fuck the salesman he saw, who was going to be reluctant and Lamont was going to sweet talk him into doing things he didn’t want to do, culminating in Lamont fucking him bare after the guy asked him to use a condom, but Lamont relents and pulls out to cum. Then he was going to the Heretic, and get fucked on the dance floor, blow a guy in the bathroom, but bolt when someone tried to fuck him raw in the dark room. Going back to the motel, after 1 a.m. on a Friday night, the motel gets very cruisy. There’s a lot of foot traffic. I was going to have Lamont have a few safe encounters until 3 a.m. At that point, he’d have been awake for 24 hours. I REALLY wanted to do the Saturday night at the Eagle I’d set up, and get into some leather play, but again, my soul felt greasy after what I did write so I decided I’d sent the message I wanted to send, which was WHY the Bravos are so special, and seeing Lamont, a Charlie, and how he behaves and who he is, I wanted people to understand with that contrast how much better of a person, a leader, Assmunch is.

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.”

Bred a fit guy off grindr last night in a cemetery parking lot. Got off an hour before my bf and this guy messaged me saying he wanted someone to piss in his hole and breed it deep. Showed up and hoped in the back seat of his car, he had the seats down so we could lie down in the back. Played with his ass till I got hard and put my dick in. Took a big piss inside him and huffed on poppers the while time. While i was fucking him i could feel all the piss making his ass wet. Bred my load deep in his hole and he begged me to take another piss in him so I did. Was so hot I didn't wanna take my cock out of his hole. He kept trying to make me stay so i could fill him with more piss but I had to get home and shower before my bf got home. He blew in my mouth and made me spit it in his mouth. Was a fucking hot time with a hot dirty piss pig 🐖

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.

Part 18 It didn’t take long for me to get insanely horny that evening. Just a few videos, couple of whiffs of poppers, and my dick was whipped out of my jockstrap. The idea of just figuring out silhouettes at my door watching me play with myself and jerking their cocks was adding to my excitement and I was hoping for a great night. I was thinking about the next day though and I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t be going all out yet if I really wanted to enjoy what my guy had in store for me. I was feeling I had no real way out of it at that point, the guy knew where I was staying, even my room number. And anyway, horny as I was at that moment, I was looking forward to it immensely! After maybe an hour, I realized that more and more men were passing by my door, a sign that the place was starting to get crowded. I looked at the time, it was almost 1AM and I thought that the action had probably started to pick up. I got up, grabbed my towel, made my way through the little group of guys gathered around my door and went exploring. The place was a very large and high warehouse, with several different floors and areas created with a network of industrial stairs and platforms. The concept of the space was quite open and I thought the place was a bit drafty in some areas and possibly uncomfortable for a fuck. I passed by a closed space with some stalls and glory holes, with several groups of men blowing each other. I entered a dark corner with several wooden panels creating a maze, dimly lit with a few red bulbs. The passage was quite narrow and I could feel men touching me from both sides. I could barely make out their shapes and definitely couldn’t really see any faces. It was the perfect spot for me, where I couldn’t be picky about who would play with my butt. I found a little empty space against a wall, between two guys who seemed to be taller than me. I could tell there were looking my direction as I could feel their breath on my face. I had my towel on one shoulder, to ensure my ass in jockstrap was exposed at all time. The guy on my left took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It was thick although not extremely long. The guy on my right had turned my way and I could feel his wet dick being stroked against my hip. I felt a hand grabbing me behind the head and pushing me down to the left. I bent over and a dick was forced into my mouth. It tasted like precum and the guy smelled like old sweat. I grabbed his thighs to balance myself as he was thrusting in and out of my mouth. I was feeling the other guy, who was now behind me, rubbing the wet tip of his cock against my hole. I heard him spit and coat his dick with saliva, before thrusting it brutally into my hole. The shock was so abrupt that I almost bit on the cock I was sucking. The guy in front of me must have felt it as I received a slap on the face. -“Careful with the teeth, slut!”. The guy behind me was taking his time fucking me, taking his dick out of my hole completely then ramming it back balls deep with a moan -“Good boy, taking random dicks in the dark!” The action had attracted a small crowd. I could feel a bunch of hands on my body, reaching out for my dick or my hole, checking if the top was fucking me raw. He was indeed fucking me raw and the absence of lube was starting to create a burning sensation that prompted me to get a sniff of poppers. The guy in front took it from my hand and inhaled it deeply after me. -“We’re just getting started, boy! Hold on to this bottle, it will be helpful tonight.”

I can’t speak to that, because I get the circle you’re talking about no matter what brand I use. Curiously, though, the circle isn’t always the same color. I imagine the circle is actually a visual artifact produced by the way the blood vessels in the eye respond to dilation. For me, at least, I’ve always seen that circle as a confirmation of what I’m for, and what’s about to happen to me, because the circle I see looks exactly like an anus with a slight gape to it.

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

7. The Eel (Epilogue) You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave. —Hotel California, Eagles, 1976 It lays there on the bed solidifying its epidermis, from pink flesh to grey skin. It will ossify in a matter of minutes if it's not coated with mucous or put into water. All the guests have dispersed. The clock ticks in the empty house. Its ends have sealed, eyes and small dorsal fins developed, but it's gasping. Elijah picks it up. It's larger than the previous one. Maybe over five feet in length. Surely it will beckon a more pure soul. One not so small and bitter as what was once called Tucker Broderick. Elijah carries it up to the aquarium and let's it slide in. The doorbell chimes. It will take him ages for him to descend the two staircases to answer. The front door creaks open and Sergei is staring at the ancient owner leaning against his cane. He's always a little creeped out by the man the few times he's met him. His snow white beard and long grey hair is incongruent with the short-sleeved leather shirt and pants he wears. He's like a relic from vintage porn websites he's visited: he's a study in black and white. Ashen skin, black eyes that are surprising alive. "Yes, Sergei?" the man inquires. "I'm sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but I received a call from the parents of my worker. He never comes home Friday and they worry. I see his truck here and wonder if you have seen him. Long brown hair, very tan, blue eyes?" The man blinks at Sergei several times before speaking. "Yes. No, a backpack. Yes. There was a strange backpack in the bathroom. Please, come in." Sergei thinks better of it. The man is large, solid, but old, hunched, and he's concerned with Tucker's whereabouts. "I get so few visitors. Would you share a tipple of wine with me?" They have made it to the dining room level, where a half-filled bottle of white wine sits, surrounded by several liqueur glasses. "I can't, sir. My family is waiting Sunday dinner." "Pity. Let me get the backpack." Since they've gotten to the dining room, the old man seems a little sprier, leaving his cane leaning on a chair. He disappears into the dark of the bedroom. Sergei fidgets close to the staircase. Looks at the curious bull paintings, the large Chinese lanterns in a side room, the play of dust through light streaming from the great room a level above. He wonders about the bulls. Is it accidental that their penises are so pronounced? Sergei is a little embarrassed even thinking about it. The man returns holding Tucker's backpack. His beard is different as is his hair. Streaks of grey run through it that Sergei was certain weren't there before. Maybe it's the light. "Would this belong to the young man you're looking for? I did not look inside." He accepts it and rifles through the contents. A black hair band, black silk shorts, a pair of jeans and a rebel flag tee shirt he's seen Tucker wear. He smells Tucker's sweat and tanning lotion on the shirt. Keys, wallet, driver ID of Tucker with his usual wary smile. "And you haven't seen him?" "No, Sergei. I believe I would have noticed a stray workman wandering through my house," chuckles the man. "He's a young man you say? Maybe he has found a desperate housewife in the neighborhood." If the client is kidding he's not too far off from how Sergei fantasizes about Tucker in his spare time. "Are you near to finishing the roof?" The man pulls out a chair for Sergei. "Please," he indicates the chair. Sergei raises a hand to decline. "We finished. Tomorrow my brother and I clean up." "Then I must pay you." He exits to the room with the red Chinese lanterns, rumples through a desk drawer. Sergei notices the staircase next to the bedroom. He doesn't remember it from when he and Tucker were searching for a bathroom a few weeks ago. The man is suddenly next to him, laying a surprisingly solid hand on his shoulder. His other hand holds a check. The man's beard definitely has streaks of greyish-black where it didn't before. "For you and your workers, with a little extra for you. We must toast to a job well done." The man is about to pour the wine into liqueur glasses. "No, sir. I'm afraid I am not a wine drinker." "Ah. Vodka, yes? You must. One toast. I have delicious Kalashnikov upstairs." Sergei is impressed. He's not had it since he left Kiev. "I must get home soon, though. To my family." "You mean your brother's family." The correction stings Sergei. It also makes him suspicious how his client would know that. He has never spent much time with him, nor does he wish to. "Humor an old man. One toast to a lovely afternoon. It will make the day less solitary for me." Sergei considers again while he holds the check. He feels compelled and acquiesces, and they mount the stairs to the great room. There's two decanters on the silver tray on the coffee table. From the clear decanter the man pours out a good amount in the crystal glasses. "Nostrovia!" "To your health," Sergei says, downing the whole amount at once. It doesn't sit right at all with him. He coughs loudly. When he turns to the man, he's shocked by the transformation. He appears no more than forty, dark beard, not hunched at all but upright and strong. Muscles bulge under his short-sleeved shirt. Sergei suddenly feels a little woozy. The man pushes him back. "Sit, Sergei. Sit." Sergei isn't sitting so much as trying to get his bearings and not fall over. He's sails back onto the sofa. His eyes blur. As quickly as he can he puts his wire-frame glasses over his ears to try to focus. Then, the strangest thing, he feels he's getting an erection for no discernible reason. Looking out the window at a view he sees it cuts down straight to the ocean. It's even more stunning than the roof. He's comfortable, feeling increasingly euphoric. Bells go off. This isn't any high from vodka. He doubts it was vodka. He can't seem to move, yet his dick keeps rising. Blue ocean, his mind drifts, blue like Tucker's eyes. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Sergei." Elijah bends over. Unlaces, then takes off one of Sergei's shoes. "Tucker is going to love having a visitor so soon." He unlaces and takes off the other shoe. "Especially one with such a good and gentle soul. I can tell these things, Sergei. I was with the church for a terribly long time. A terribly long time to be held in such servitude. Let's unbind that demon so it can breath." Elijah unbuckles Sergei's jeans and let's his large and growing penis bounce out of his fly. Elijah starts stroking it. Sergei flinches, the last movement he'll make of his own volition. "Oh, you're a virgin. I had no idea, child." His dick is leaking precum like a faucet. Elijah, a relic from ages ago, out of the pages of The Inquisition, slows his stroke to a barely discernible crawl. "No. You're right, boy. We should just sit here quiet for a while and take in the view. Tucker's not going anywhere. And neither are you."

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.”

Part 1: First Time Meeting The Jelous Daddy After I became sexually active things escalated quickly. It didn't take long for me to start seeking out strangers online to fuck me. I was freshly 18 years old and was still in high school, living with my parents, and couldn't drive. So, most of the guys i met were older guys who were able to pick me up and bring me back to their place. I had been chatting with an older daddy type for awhile. He'd send me pics from time to but was always to nervous to agree to meet. But his pics were fantastic. He was good-looking, muscular, and had a nice 8in cock (I could tell from the pics it was thicker than any cock id taken up to that point). Eventually he relaxed enough to agree to meet. So I gave him my description and asked him to pic me from a store just down the road from my school at 3:30. When the day finally came I rushed to the meeting spot to wait. Even though I was early, about 15 min, I didn't have to wait long because he had been waiting in for me to show up in a black pickup truck. He pulled up in a flash and took off as soon as jumped in. The truck was a practically brand new and looked like one of the more expensive models. I was sitting across from him on the trucks bench seat. We chatted a bit as we started driving to his place. He still seemed quite nervous and kept remarking about how young I looked. So I decided to help him take his mind off things. I undid my seat belt and moved closer to him. He stopped mid sentence when I reached over and started rubbing his cock. He quickly got the idea and adjusted his position slightly so could undo his belt. I undid his pants and pulled cock out of his briefs. He was already a bit hard, but not enough to stand upright if I let go. It was about 6inchs in this state but still thicker than almost, but not every, cock I'd had. I started working my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I looked around while I was rubbing is dick and noticed we were still in town with alot of cars on the road. We pulled up to a red light and another truck stopped beside us. When I realized he would see everything that was happening if he just glanced over at us, I got excited. I got on all fours with my head between daddies belly and the steering wheel and ass visibly in the the air (in plain view of the guy stopped next to us). I started to work daddies cock with my mouth. He was focused on driving and still not fully erect, but he was a little harder and was now probably about 6.5 inches. Thile light must have turned green because we started moving again. I wasnt very experienced with oral and kept gagging whenever we hit a bump. We hit two more stop lights leaving town. I was too focused on sucking cock to notice if there were people around us at the lights. Given the time of day there was probably someone next to us at every light. Although people in cars would have be too low to see into the cab However, because I was on all fours they probally could've still seen my ass in the air. When we arrived at his place he pulled into driveway and put the car in park. I tried to finish strong by pushing him as far into my throat as I could. I barely got past the half way point before I gaged and pulled off. A strand of my saliva hung off my lips and connected with the head of his cock. He was pretty hard now and had grown to about 7 inchs. I took two deep breaths and tried again. I only made it a little further on the second attempt but managed not to gag. He pushed his dick back into his underwear and buttened his pants. We got out of truck and walked to the front door. Overall the drive only took about 20 minutes. He had a big house in a new subdivision (the kind where all the houses kinda look the same). We went inside and I followed him to the kitchen. He asked if I wanted a drink. He listed off a few things he had and I settled on asking for a beer. As he handed me the beer he smiled "Im pretty sure you're not old enough to drink." I took the beer and replied "I'm old enough to drink, I'm just not old enough to drink legally." He laughed as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and took a sip. I took a swig of my drink and set down the bottle. Then got on my knees and undid his pants again. His pants fell down to knees and I started to rub the large bulge in his underwear. With his free hand he reached down and pulled his cock over the his underwears waistband. He held it by the base and moved it to be level with my lips. I opened my mouth and started gently sucking him again. He took another sip of bourbon and set down the glass. Still holding the base of his cock he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair while my head moved back on forth on his cock. After a minute or two of gentle sucking he grabbed the back of my head and started to move my head himself. He was still being pretty gentle, just moving my head at a slightly faster pace. I gagged a bit and pulled away to take a few breaths. He gave me a second to catch my breath before he grabbed me with both hands and pulled me back onto his dick. He was going a bit faster now and was almost fully erect, about 7.5 inches. He started to move his hips in rhythm my head. I was focusing on trying to gag to much. After a few minutes, he looked down at me said, "you think you can deep throat this cock boy?" Cock still my my mouth I mumbled that I'd try. He grabbed the back of my head pushed me towards him while he trusted his cock forward into my mouth. My eyes started to water and I immediately started to gag while he held my head in place and pushed his dick further. He held me there for a few seconds while I tried to push away. When he let go I fell backwards onto my butt and started coughing. I quickly regained my composure and returned to my place on my knees in front of him. He said "That was three seconds and you didn't even make it all the way" He paused a moment and sipped hi bourbon. He said "I thought you said you were slutty teen boy" I looked up and said, "I can take it deeper in ass than in my mouth" He grabbed the back of my head again, "I guess you're gonna need to practice." He pushed his cock back down my throat. "Five seconds this time, try to go deeper." I fell back again when he let go, coughing with tears starting to run down my cheeks (I wasn't crying but my gag reflex was making my eyes water). I got back into position and opened my mouth. "You're not gonna pull away this time. Were gonna do three seconds deep then three seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock back down my throat (I was still only taking about 3 quarters of it). After 3 seconds he let go and I pulled back but kept my lips wrapped around the head. He quickly grabbed again and pushed his cock back in for another 3 seconds. I started coughing when he pulled it out "Good, now 5 seconds deep then 5 seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock down my throat again and held me while he counted. I gagged as he withdrew his cock and pulled all the way off. "I told you there would consequences if that cock left your mouth." He grabbed me and moved me so my back was to the kitchen island. "Now you're really gonna take it deep." He pushed in hard. I couldnt pull away with my head sandwiched between his pelvis and the kitchen island. He started counting. I tried to take it all the way but after 5 seconds he started rocking in and out a bit. I started gaging on his cock. By the time he got to ten I was gaging and coughing on his cock. Each cough blew saliva from the corners if mouth which stuck onto his public hair and ran down my chin. When he got to 15 I started trying to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pinned them against the edge of the counter top. At 20 seconds he started aggressively fucking my face. I was still trying pull away but thought my throat fuck was almost over. Finally he reached 30 seconds. I was relieved it was almost over, then I heard him count 31 as he pushed in all the way to base and held it there. He pulled out when he hit 40 and I fell to the floor limp while he stood over herking his massive cock. "Get up and open you're mouth slut" he commanded and I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and waited. He grabbed me with his free hand and pushed me head lower whike tilting my head back. Within a few seconds he shot a burst of thick white cum across my face with most of it landing on my left cheek just under my eye. Three more spurts went into my open mouth. I stayed still in case more was comming. I continued to jerk for a few more seconds before pausing. There was still a glob of cum sticking his cock head. He gave it a quick shake and it landed on my chin. He examined his handiwork for minute before telling me not to swallow. He pulled up his pants and led me out. I kept his cum on my face and in my mouth the whole ride back to the store he picked me up from. Before I got out he had me open my mouth to show the cum was still there. Finally he had me gargle it before swallowing. He took off as soon as was out and I quickly wiped the cum from my cheek into my mouth and swallowed again. I scooped the glob off my chin and sucked my finger clean. It was about 5pm when he dropped me off so still had to wait an hour and half to get picked up. To be continued...

I always found cum to be somehow romantic, apart from the sexual part. When I suck someone two of my senses are excited. My hearing when I hear his moaning and my taste when I taste his salty precum. I get that this site is about beeding, but cum in mouth is very arisin for me. One fact I hate though. I've seen videos that they store cum and drink it together. It's disgusting for me because a) it's just too much b) the importance of the cum is its link to a person. That link is broken that way. I like the feeling that someone gives in to me and allows me to give him pleasure.

Hey guys let me set the stage with this first chapter. ‐------------------------------------------------------' My first time was with a 65 year old fit silver fox. He was in the lobby of the hotel my folks and I were checking into for my cousin's wedding. It was as if his deep warm brown eyes could see right through me. His dimples and smile were intoxicating. I knew I had been cruised before; but, never this blatantly, and never with my folks at my side. We checked into our room and I couldn't get the image of this older sexy man out of my mind. I made an excuse to step out for some fresh air. Luckily he was still sitting alone when I got to the lobby. When I saw him smile in my direction I only hesitated a moment before making my way to the chair beside him. He wasted no time; "You are the sexiest young otter I've seen in a long time. Please come to my room and have a drink with me. " I grinned and responded; "Is it just a drink you are after?" "Oh that's definitely only a start. " I followed him into an elevator and was relieved to see we were going to a different floor than my parents room. He went directly to his bar fridge and asked if I wanted beer, wine or something stronger. I opted for stronger and two scotch on the rocks were prepared. He joined me on the couch, we each had our first sip and he leaned in to give me a sloppy passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and I noticed the scotch delivered from his mouth was very enjoyable. We gulped large mouthfuls and sloshed them from mouth to mouth 'til he took both glasses placing them on the coffee table. Starting to unbutton my shirt he said; "Fuck kid, I'm already drunk on you. " "Yeah? Then fuck me daddy. " 'was that my outside voice ' rattled in my brain. We were naked in no time and his bearded jaw sucked in my erect seven inches. His right hand fingers went directly to my virgin hole. His left hand went to my mouth. Fingers soon slipped between my lips and were forced down my throat. They were quickly covered in saliva, removed and worked into my tight hole. 'Holy fuck this is moving fast. ' I thought. "Tight ass kid. How many cocks have been in there?" "None sir. " "Fuckin A ! You really a virgin?" "Yup. Never even sucked a cock. " "Wow! Well that can wait 'til I've popped your cherry. " "Holy fuck ... really?" By now he had me on my back, ankles at my shoulders; and, he was eating my virgin ass. My head was spinning from the scotch and unbelievable pleasure he was giving my hole. Soon he moved up my body and his thick naked cock was pushing against my hole. I swallowed a deep breath and he popped inside. I involuntarily pushed my ass further onto his thick eight inches before the reality of this situation sank in. I pulled off his hard on and begged; "Condom, please!: "You sure kid? Don't you want your first time to be special?" "Fuck man, this is special. Please. " He scurried to the bathroom and had the rubber out of it's plastic case on his return trip. I helped him sheath up his raging eight inches. He was soon back in my ass and even I could tell he wasn't as hard as he had been. "Fuckin condoms ... erection killers." I needed to make a quick decision. My ass was committed and not going to be satisfied with the direction this was going. I pushed him off me and ripped off the condom. Quickly moving I had his cock in my mouth, fowl condom taste and all. He quickly began to harden. "Nice boy. You're a natural. " I emptied my mouth and responded; "I need it in my ass again. Just promise you won't cum. " "I can't promise any such thing; but, I'll do my best." I moved to my back, feet in the air and his raw cock was inside me again. In no time he was balls deep and I was gasping for breath. Slowly he started moving in and out begging with his deep brown eyes; "You okay kid?" With a few more deep breaths the intense pain subsided and became more pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced. "Yes daddy, I'm fine. Fuckin fuck my hole man. You've picked my cherry!" With that he started to pick up speed and for the next ten minutes he pounded my ass silly. As his breath began to get ragged he grunted; "Almost got your virgin cherry ... ready for my load?" "NO! Don't cum ... not yet! Fuck me a little longer. I love your raw cock!" "Ooooh! Fuuuuuuccck ... too late ... breeding your ass boy! Fuuuuuuccck! Yeeaaahhh!" With each pulse shooting inside my no longer virgin ass I spewed glob after glob of my young cum between our bodies. With a few minutes to catch my breath I stammered; "Fuck daddy, why did you breed me?" "Couldn't help it kid. Besides you know you wanted the full meal deal. " "Fuck yeah, it felt so God damn good. But, NO! I asked you to promise. " "And I told you I couldn't. Planting my load was part of claiming your cherry kid. " "Fuck! Please tell me you are at least clean. " "Don't ever ask that again kid! So rude! I'm a don't ask and don't tell kind of guy. Hell, I'm probably poz with all the loads I've taken; but, I don't know and I don't care." "Fuck man! Fuck you! How dare you put me at such risk. " "I may have helped; but, you put yourself at risk kid." That's when I realized he was still inside me and starting to harden again. "Fuck you man! You want to breed me again don't you?" With an impish grin and his hand on my rock hard cock he responded; "Of course! and by all indications you want it to. " This fuck lasted an hour before he blasted his second unknown viral status load inside my gut walls. The next hole to be filled with raw cock and my youthful cum was his. It was 4 AM before I snuck back to my parents room. By then I had 5 of his suspect loads deep inside. Needless to say I was totally spent, exhausted and most of all, terrified!

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Glad to see that you are continuing to write. This story was great!

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.

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. To be continued.

Most of the ones I’ve seen where cum is stored, the cum is poured or pumped into an ass. (Haven’t had it done to me personally.) I can’t say that I’ve seen one where it’s drunk…and I wouldn’t care to. Fresh is one thing, but it loses that magic quality pretty fast for my taste.

Keep it locked dude, you're well on your way. Stop wanking and ruin that hole with bigger toys and keep it ready for fist and cock. Stay locked and you'll be able to perfect those anal orgasms. You won't regret it 🐷

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

I'd have to agree. A few years ago I used to solely bottom. And would refuse to meet up with anyone if I couldn't get clean beforehand. It meant I couldn't meet up as often as I'd liked but probably contributed to me being chase after a decent amount. As a top, I definitely appreciate a clean hole, especially if I'm barebackkng. I'm not squeamish and don't take it badly if the hole turns out to not be clean, I usually continue and don't care. But, it's consistently not clean, then it doesn't turn me off and make me apprehensive about meeting. I usually care a douche, just in case, these days.

I'm not sure what advice you're asking for, but I'll try to wing it. If I were you, get a copy of the results, and then approach the guys non-confrontationally. They may have gotten Chlamydia at the party from someone else; one of them may have had it already and spread it to the other via a shared bottom; or any number of other things. I'd take the approach of "I know it must have been a pain to have to deal with that, and I'm sorry, but I had a full STI screening one week after your party and I didn't have Chlamydia at that point. It's possible that someone pointed a finger at you; it's possible most of the other guests had been fucking off and on through the pandemic and you were the only "new" guy at this party and you got blamed. And you can stress that you're not upset that you were blamed, but you wanted to clear the record and suggest all the other guests get checked. (If they're having/attending sex parties regularly, they should be doing that anyway).

Part 3: Second Meeting With Jelous Daddy After a few messages to set things up, we agreed to meet at the same time and place on Monday. The weekend drug on for what seemed like forever and each night I thought about the cock he had relentlessly shoved down my throat. Eventually, Monday arrived and I went to the same spot we had met the previous week. I also brought the little black bottle I had been at the hotel on Friday. He arrived and I immediately assumed the position on his trucks bench seat to suck his big cock during the ride. Like the last time, I was turned on knowing that we could easily be seen by other drivers. I had been practicing controlling my gag reflexes in anticipation of another possible face fuck. As a result, I was taking him much deeper in my mouth this time, even managing not gag when we hit bumps with the cock in my throat. This time he parked his truck in the garage. When we got back to his place I expected to get right to business. But, much like our first meeting, we went to kitchen first where he offered me a drink. "I don't supose you'd like something stronger this time?" he asked. "I think I can handle that" I replied, "in fact it might might make things a little easier." He turned around and quickly mixed up a drink for me. As he handed me the highball glass he said "Straight whiskey or bourbon is a bit of an acquired taste and I'm guessing from your age you're not an experienced drinker." I agreed and he said "I made you a whiskey sour. Its a bit sweeter but there are still about 2 shots worth of whiskey in it." I took a sip and decided I really liked it. We stood there making small talk for a bit. I hadn't come to talk but I liked it when guys made the first move. I drank quickly to try to hurry things along and had finished in about 10 minutes. At the time I was 6ft tall, 130lbs, had no alcohol tolerance, and was drinking on an empty stomach. As a result, I was already feeling a bit light headed and dizzy. I think he sensed I was already buzzed and didn't want me to over do it before we could have our fun. He gave me a can of coke and brought me to the living room to sit down. Our conversation quickly turned to sex. He started to ask me questions like how old I was the first time I had sex and how many people I had fucked. I think I surprised him with how low the first number was and how high the second number was (fucking total strangers from the internet builds up your body count pretty fast). He asked me to stand up and when I did I almost fell back down from the head rush. He guided me to center of the room and began to undress me. Soon I was standing naked in the center of room. The living room was quite large and stepped back to take a look at me. He was still fully clothed and I felt very exposed as he started walking around me checking out my naked body. He told me to get on my knees as he continued to walk circles around me. Obediently, I dropped to the floor. He was behind me checking me out for a while but soon gave his next command, "Bend over and let me see your ass." Again, I quickly complied. He walked around me one final time before coming to a stop behind me. He was still fully dressed as he knelt down behind me. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and gave them a squeeze then started running his hands up the center of my back, exploring the rest of my naked body. After reaching my shoulder blades his hands started to work their way back down the sides. He pause briefly when he got to my hips, and again when he got to to my butt, and again when he got to my thighs. He took his hands off me for a moment and gave my ass a smack before grabbing both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose to little pink hole. Over the weekend my ass got a much needed break. I knew from checking the prior night, while I wad getting to ready to meet, that my body was smooth and my hole was the size and shape of a button. He admired it for a moment before withdrawing a bottle of lube from his pocket. He put some on his index finger and began to gently rub my hole. He ran his finger up and down several times. Applying just enough pressure to barely penetrate each time his fingertip slipped over the opening. He positioned himself behind behind me and undid his pants. I could feel his cock was already fully erect as started to rub the head up and down my ass. Like with his finger, he applied a steady pressure and pushed in slightly on each up and stroke. The excitement was killing me as he teased my ass with cock. He was thicker than I was used to and after taking the weekend off my ass was extra tight. It stung a bit when he put his hand on my lower back and started to push his cock in. The feeling of his girth slowly moving into me and my ass expanding to take it was pure bliss. I reached into the pile of my discarded cloths in pulled out the black bottle. The room was already spinning from the alcohol. The sting of taking the thick cock melted away as soon as took a deep hit from the bottle. Immediately after exhaling, the dizziness and pleasure overtook me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle thrusting of his cock. He continued fuck me, building up his pace and gradually working deeper as my ass adjusted to accept his girth. I could feel he was building towards cumming. But at the same time, I was feeling something building in me. Something I hadn't felt before. I suddenly felt like I had to go the bathroom but I was sure that wasn't really the case. A moment later I pulled away away, legs shaking and spasming. He pulled me back on to his dick and said "Dont pull away from it boy, just let it happen." He started to fuck me harder and I took another hit from the bottle. My vision was blurry and everything seemed to fade away, until just the pleasure of being fucked remained. The feeling I had before quickly returned and continued to build. I realized I was moaning loudly, I wasn't naturally very vocal durring sex. My legs were shaking and I reached out and grabbed my my shirt from the cloths pile, I just needed something to hold onto. The feeling built more and more until I felt like I couldn't take it and tried to pull away. But he kept his hands on my hips and held me in place maintaining the same steady rhythm. I convulsed, twitched, and spasmed, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Then it happened. I started to scream as my cock twitched. The most intense waves of ecstasy shot through my body. As soon as the first wave had passed the second began. My cock twitched again as I tried to to collapse onto the floor. But daddy held me by the hips to keep me from falling. He continued to maintain his rhythm as my cock twitched again and a third wave overtook me. As the final fourth wave hit, my cock twitched again and I felt as if I might pass out. Daddy continued to fuck me as the intense orgasmic waves subsided. As I started to come to come back to my senses I realized that I had shot a large load of cum onto the floor between my legs. This was the first time I had ever cum hands free. Still fucking me, daddy pulled me back about two feet so that the puddle was directly under my face. I took another hit from my bottleas he started to pick up pace. "Clean up your mess boy he said." I put my lips to the floor and started to slurp up the cum. As I continued to suck and lick at the pile, daddy cried out that he was cumming. A few deep thrusts later, just as I had finished licking the floor clean, I felt the first spurt of cum. He cried out slightly and a gave a few more pumps adding more cum to my ass with each trust. He held position for a moment to catch his breath before pulling his cock out. He admired my hole again for a moment. Im sure my hole no longer looked like a little pink button. In fact I knew exacly what it looked like. There were other times Id taken at it a look after being freshly fucked. I knew the opening was now slightly gapped, that the pink ring was now purplish and was puffy and slightly swollen. I also knew it was glistening from the mixture of cum and lube that was slowly starting to leak out. The daddy put his hand on my my lower back and pushed my ass lower. "Push it out for me boy." I pushed and felt a squirter of cum drip out. I relaxed for a moment then pushed again expelling more cum. I repeated until nothing else came out. Daddy then put two fingers in and scooped a little more cum onto the floor. He put his fingers in front of my face and I instctivly silucked the cum off it. Daddy got to his feet and and moved in front of me so I could lick his cock clean as well. I sucked and licked until all the cum was gone. Daddy buttoned his pants and said "now clean up your mess boy." I slid back and started to suck and lick at the cum puddle I had just pushed out of my ass. After I finished cleaning it up he told me stay naked. I waited a moment while he walked to the kitchen area and mixed me another drink. "I only made half this time since you have to go soon, you should be able to finish in 2 or 3 gulps." I downed the drink, still feeling light headed. Daddy picked up my cloths pile from the floor and instructed me to follow. He led me to the garage where he tossed my cloths on the passenge side floor board before climbing into the driver seat. I climbed in and assumed my position as he pulled out and began driving me back. Being naked and exposed while feasting on cock turned me on so much I thought I might cum again. If anyone had seen us in traffic, they would have seen everything. Me gorging myself on cock. My freshly fucked ass in the air. Daddy's cum still dripping from my hole. About 2 minutes from the meeting place I started to getting dressed. As he left I was hopeful he'd want to see me again. He was the only guy who had ever made me cum from just anal. After my mom picked me up and drove me home I checked my computer. Daddy had sent me a message. It simply said to be at the same spot next Monday. I was disappointed I'd have to wait a while before getting a chance to take his cock again. But I had to make do. I started messaging other guys and making arrangements for the rest of the week. To be continued...

A "pussy" is a hole that gets fucked and takes loads from men. I like it when bareback bottoms refer to their hole as "pussy."

Now this is my kind of TopMan!

I'm also at 16 hours. An 8 hour room renewed once. I've renewed at other bathhouses as well, but some I've left before my first time has expired. From like 2015-2018, I decided I needed a naughty goal so I started trying to hit every bathhouse in the USA (and wherever else I traveled), So, I've had lots of weekends like you're thinking about doing. Definitely recommend. Those were fun times 🙂 Being a bottom, I prefer private space so get myself ready so the stars had to align in terms of time of day for crowd, how i was doing internally, and then like having enuff stuff to make it thru 😉 But, I loved how slutty I felt when I would go to bathhouse 1 in a city, check out, hit bathhouse 2, check out, and hit bathhouse 1 again and have the same guy check me in. Almost a whole day passes and I've spent it all trying to get fucked.

The longest was at one bathhouse...16hrs...two 8hour sessions. And it was my first time going to a bathhouse too. A friend talked me into going. We got there, he bought me a bottle of poppers, hard-fucked my ass and exited my room. I started out shy, by wrapping up in a towel, while every other guy was walking around nude. I sucked a guy off while in one of their theaters and then went back to my room. I drank a mini vodka that I snuck in, and while playing with my ass, I took a few more hits of poppers. After a little bit of time, I opened up my door and got on my knees. I was fucked twice, which gave me the courage to post my room number up on a chalkboard in the bathroom. Over the next 12 or so hours, i was fucked 16 times and one attempted fisting. In the 16th hour, my friend came back to my room, hard-fucked me once again and we left. It was one AMAZING night...one i've tried to duplicate, but to no avail!!

Part 13 The poppers were getting to my head, making me feel extremely slutty and forget my limits and fears. He was now thrusting my mouth, holding my head so he could look into my eyes while fucking my throat. -“Good boy, take all of my cock! You’ll make a beautiful addition to the family!” Those word resonated like music to my ears and made me go even harder on his dick. In this specific moment, I wanted his poz cum, and all the fears I had felt earlier were gone. -“Yes, boy, get my dick wet, that’s the only lube you’ll get!” Keeping his cock in my mouth, he turned his attention to my ass sliding his hand down my shorts to tease my hole with the tip of his fingers. -“Your hole’s already twitching, isn’t it? Get your ass up there!” he ordered, pointing at the bed. -“I’m gonna get you ready!” I got up and he pulled my shorts all the way down, revealing my white jockstrap. After I got on all four on the bed, he proceeded to eat my ass thoroughly. I felt his tongue going deeper and deeper into my hole which was already wet from excitement and sweat. -“That’s a good little hole, my dick is going to feel very good inside, don’t you think, boy?” -“Yes, Sir! -“Turn around boy, I wanna see your face!” He flipped me more than I turned around onto my back. I was definitely not in control of the situation. He was, and I was loving it. That’s what I had pictured for a conversion if it had to happen. Someone taking full charge of me, leaving me no choice. My mind was too foggy from the excitement and the poppers he was constantly feeding me for me to think about backing out. He was holding my legs up on his shoulders, while rubbing the tip of his dick against my hole. -“Oh boy, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! All those years of teasing will finally pay off!” His rubbing was getting more intense. -“Look at me in the eyes! I dropped my meds for you, son! I want to be the one giving you the bug!” I was just out of my mind. -“Please, Sir! Give it to me!” -“You want my poz dick inside you, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I’m gonna be the one converting you!” He gave me another sniff of poppers. I felt his dick slowly sliding into me as he was looking at me in the eyes with a worrying grin on his face and holding my neck with his right hand. -“There we go, boy. There’s no going back now!” I was overjoyed. I finally had his toxic cock deep inside my ass. Unlike previous times, I had consciously made the decision to take it and in this particular instant, I could not have been happier or more excited. No fear, no regret. -“Is that what you wanted, boy? My poz cock planted deep in you?” -“Yes, that’s I want! Please fuck me, Sir!” was all I could answer before he stuck the poppers under my nose again. I was feeling him thrusting in and out. He was making sure to go as deep as possible to make me moan. -“Boy, your hole feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last long! I’m gonna cum soon!” I realized he was about to shoot an unmedicated poz load in my bare hole which snapped me back into reality. I was getting cold feet. But before I could do anything about, it, he grabbed my head and said -“Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes when I give you your first toxic load!” The pace of his thrusts picked up -“Take my poz cum, boy!” he screamed while looking me in the eyes. His thrusting stopped, his dick deep in my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing, ensuring every last drop of his charged up load would land inside me. He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat. I could smell his male scent all over me. I had just taken my first poz load, knowingly. The fear, the conflict rushed back immediately. I was just thinking that I had forgotten to take my PrEp that evening, and that I couldn’t wait for him to leave to go take it. He got up, wiped his sweat off with his tank top, pulled his pants up and headed to the door, not before giving me a kiss -“Thanks, boy! It was great! I’ll see you on Saturday, pick you up here at 8pm!” I got up as soon as I heard the door shut and headed to the bathroom, going straight to my toiletry bag. My bottle of PrEp wasn’t there.

I can't decide if this is a legitimate request for perspective and knowledge or if it's bait to start what would very easily descend into a very heated argument over stigma and semantics. "Was it worth it?" Was what worth it? Are you asking about the initial transmission of HIV or are you asking if not seeking treatment and allowing HIV to progress unhindered to the point where an AIDS diagnosis is given? Either way, I know I personally wasn't gambling the pleasure of a particular situation against the risk of contracting HIV, and my decision to stop taking antiretroviral therapy was a conscious one made after much deliberation and with full understanding that AIDS was an inevitability if I continued to abstain from meds. It was three-and-a-half months after my 18th birthday that I started dating the man who, as I came to discover much later, intentionally gave me the virus without my knowledge. In the spring of 1993, having enlisted in the US Navy and tested into the nuclear program, I received a call back to MEPC to speak with the Chief Medical Officer, who relayed to me that my tests had come back positive for the HIV virus, and as such, my oath and enlistment were revoked. He told me I wasn't eligible to serve because active military personnel must be able to donate blood to other soldiers or to civilians in times of war. By the time I tracked down my (by then) ex-boyfriend, he had infected 11 other young men and had committed suicide rather than endure the pain of a slow death from AIDS complications. I was surreptitiously infected with HIV so long ago that I have lived more years with the virus than I'd lived without it. All of the important little psychological finishing touches that happen as adolescent males become mature into fully grown adults were shaped by the stigma and shame surrounding my diagnosis. Fast forward 25 years, past two failed suicide attempts and the deaths of most of the friends and acquaintances I'd known from back then. Perhaps you can understand the state of mind I was in when I decided one day to stop taking HIV meds and just let the virus do what it would until the end finally came. An end, I might mention, that I'd been anticipating for most of those 25 years, coming to terms time and time again with the eventual reality of a death much like the agonizing, humiliating one you describe in your post. When you've had that long to ponder such an end, even trying twice to beat Death to the punch, the concept of dying becomes much less frightening. Last January (2017), I had been off of all HIV medications for 4 years. An unfortunate run in with the flu motivated me to visit an Urgent Care, where they discovered my CD4 count was down to only 30. Soon thereafter I developed a case of thrush, which led to another visit with a doctor for the necessary prescription. Thiat time I walked out with an AIDS diagnosis on my medical record and a lengthy scolding from a particularly insightful Infectious Diseases specialist. I wasn't in any pain. I led a normal, active life and had no issues with mobility or cognition. I fed myself maybe too well and never had trouble drinking. Looking at me, no one would have considered it even possible that I had AIDS. But I did. It was in May of last year that I decided I wasn't ready anymore to let the virus have me. I wasn't done with life. There were things I still wanted to do. So I got back on meds and started to rebuild my immune system. It took me being vigilant in taking my medicine every single day for over 7 months to finally get my CD4 count back above the 200 cell threshold, even though the viral load immediately went undetectable. Was what worth it? Considering the fact that I'm no better or worse off today than that naive 19-year-old boy was back in 1993 when he was first diagnosed, I'm having trouble framing the context of your question. Has the stigma beat the shit out of my confidence and self-esteem over the past two-and-a-half decades? You bet your ass it has, at every turn and from every direction. Has the virus won? Not yet, that motherfucker hasn't. I control the virus now, not the other way around. And I'm past the point where ignorance and fear in other folks' reactions can bruise or batter my sense of self-worth. Those ugly flaws are now reflections of their value, not mine. I'm happy to educate and always forthcoming about my status with every potential sex partner I meet. I can't even pass up an oddly worded post in an online discussion forum without taking the time to address the topic of HIV/AIDS. ;-P

5. To the Elbow Duncan McCain's hands are much larger than Samuel's. Where Samuel's long figures thrilled Tucker when they curled into a first and uncurled across his prostate, Duncan's hands are having trouble getting through with even three fingers in his initial sphincter. Yeah, that much bigger. "I cannot do it, Master Samuel," he say. "The boy's much too tight for me fleshy paws. Sir Eli, might ya have a speculum on the premises?" "Certainly. A regular one and then a horse speculum, but I don't think we'll need that." He immediately goes over to the side table, opens the cabinet doors and withdraws one about six inches long. "I think this will do." He brings it over and looks down at the boy in the sling. "This is necessary, boy, for us to get you to the next stage, but you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Tucker's in a daze and peers up at Elijah and accepts what he says at face value not really knowing what he means. He instantly feels a cold, hard sliver of metal enter him. He looked down and observes Duncan's concentrated face, slowly pushing in the metal object. Duncan's expression is one of determination and enjoyment. You could tell he prefers being on this end of things rather than on the receiving end, rather than being an object taking other's cock on the fuck bench. The metal object's expanding, spreading Tucker's hole open, stretching him and exposing him like he's never even conceived of being exposed before. How perverse it is to have these men gathered round and watched as Duncan twisted the speculum open. One inch, two inches, then up to almost a three inch spread, enough in the spot light to illuminated Tucker's pink guts. He can't clamp shut if he wanted to. Each time he squeeze it elicits a murmur from the men. There's a lot of grease coating the hole, but still a lot of flesh that the men don't hesitate to stick fingers in and feel Tucker's colon inches deep. Brenner brings a candle over for all of them to peer deeply. Brenner tips the candle enough for a single drop of wax to hit Tucker's open sphincter. The boy hollers in shock. Elijah give Brenner a single look, and Brenner falls back behind Samuel. The metal has warmed and once the stretching's finished he feels excited that he's on display. Alan Riggs ambles up close and aims his flaccid dick at Tucker's hole. It takes a good few minutes for him to start his stream, but once it flows, it flows hard and strong. The warmth creeps over Tucker of the sensation of a fierce trickle peeing on one wall then the other. He not that out of it to know another man is urinating inside of him. Judging by his dick he's liking it. He' being used as a toilet and he sticks a finger in his hole to feel it starting to fill up. Duncan, too, is coaxing his hole to absorb the stream. He flutters two finger in the hole, pushing the flesh up and down, letting it drain deeper inside Tucker's track. "Think I'm needing to relieve the lizard, too. Would you mind, lad, if I used you like the toilet I know ya are?" Tucker smiled a devilish smile, which perks up Duncan's cock to no end. It's isn't at full hard on but engorged nonetheless. Duncan stand with his cock readied at the speculum entrance, then when he feels ready to start a piss, he slips several inches of his tool into Tucker's channel. The cockhead easily exceeds the six inches of the instruments, and in silent agreement Tucker clamps down on Duncan's mushroom head. Bearing down creates a secret seal between the boys. Several silent minutes pass with pleasure written all over Duncan's and Tucker's face. Tucker doesn't expect this sensation, however. Very quickly he feels himself getting higher. The euphoria he feels is like a jolt of adrenaline. His heart kicks up, and the sense of Duncan's head in his ass make him start to rock on his cock. His carnal feeling toward Duncan increases. With the contraption in his ass a true fuck isn't in the cards, but the residual effect of this piss makes him horny for whatever was next. He won't have to wait long. The speculum first is released, then carefully withdrawn. "Let see how ya feel now, boyo. Oh, aye, a nice stretch ya had, didn't ya?" "It feels so good, please take my hole, Duncan." Duncan starts with three figures, then easily adds a fourth, and then his thumb. His entire paw's still large for Tucker's newly fisted hole, but the chem piss that's coursing through him, is compelling him to ride the fleshy part of the thumb up and over, enjoy the discomfort, and quickly guide the hand pummeling down his chute. The sphincter closes on the wrist pushing the hand rapidly inside. He gasped at it girth and rapidity of which he's taking Duncan's hand. Duncan let it sit there while Tucker adjusts to what now felt like a giant potato in his ass. But it isn't a damn potato, is it? It's Duncan's hot fucking hand, and he couldn't be more pleased that it was this handsome guy that he now sees in the mirror above starting to slide in and out, slowing at first, but quickening the pace once Tucker can take it. When the rhythm's established Duncan begins taking him on the ride of his life. The swinging of the sling helps. He can see Tucker's not interested in him being gentle, and he's happy to oblige. New to fisting himself, introduced a few months ago when Samuel took him over the brink in this very sling, he knows traditionally it's part of S&M. It was only late in the seventies it was ruined by a book called Trust, which put the bottom in charge. He's learned Elijah and Samuel, coming out of the tradition of the Catholic church, that it's up to the Top to determine the pleasure/pain ratio, not the bottom, and it only advances a fistee to be able to take a fist deeper and wider, when the Top is in change. It seems like Tucker instinctive acknowledges this. Tucker closes his eyes and feels how much he could let Duncan penetrate him. As much, in fact, as Duncan wanted. A little at first, but when Master Eli brakes some amyl under his nose he feels himself not only open up to Duncan, but he's bearing down so that Duncan is able to get in him deep on each swing. Soon he's riding half of Duncan's forearm, and as he's preparing himself to bear down even more for the deepest invasion he can, his senses suddenly turn inside out when Duncan takes back control of the ride and ejects his entire hand out of his ass. His audible gasp takes the other by surprise. He yells to the ceiling not in pain but with elation. Another new sensation, during a night of new sensations, is born and he wants it again. "Oh, fuck, man. Do that again, sir." Mmm, Duncan liked the sound of "sir" and positions all his fingers together, and in one move, conquers Tucker's hole in a single stab. The hole's more than willing and he enters him and delves deep and once again withdraws it quickly. Tucker gasped again and flares his hole for Duncan to re-enter, which is exactly what Duncan does. The boy's hole is loosening and in so doing is putting the innards of his hole on display each time he's exited. Master Eli comes around to view the blossoming hole. "Nice. Look at those lips." He hooks a finger on the edge of Tucker's sphincter and pulls it open to show the others the beginning of a bloom. "Close your fist. See if he can take that." "He's just staring to open. Dunnot know if he's ready." But Duncan curls his fingers anyway. Samuel applies a handful of lube over his knuckles and wrist, and Duncan pushed hard at Tucker's entrance. It isn't going to be accepted until Eli brakes another cap under his nose. He holds it steady for Tucker, telling the boy to keep breathing in. On the third inhalation, the fist brakes through, as much from Tucker opening as Duncan pushing, and Tucker voices an intense rush of exhilaration. He holds up a hand to beg Duncan to let him adjust, but Duncan denies him, stays in charge, punching in deep, then pulling out quickly, and punching in again while he knows the lad's still rushing on the amyl. Tucker's letting out the usual "oh, fuck, oh, fuck," but soon it's turning into, "yeah, punch my fucking hole. Make it a slopping cunt." Duncan's sees Tucker's turned the corner to the dark side of fisting, not sensual but destructive. Samuel's taught him well. Duncan's right there, having led him to this next phase, with Tucker ready to get his hole wrecked. "Fuck yeah, pig. Gonna turn that hole into a gaping maw." Duncan whispers. "Yes, sir. Punch my cunt!" And they start trading fuck yeahs, and please more, back and forth, under their breaths, until Tucker is pushing out his hole to meet each of Duncan's punches. His lips spread wide and arch for Duncan's hand. Every now and then Duncan keeps his hand inside and drills him open further, twists and pistons, sending Tucker into heights of ecstasy. This lets Tucker open not only with his lips flapping when he finally pulls out of him, but allows his punches rhythmically landing deeper and harder, taking in almost three-quarters of his forearm. It's a mighty hard two handed punch he's gotten into, and all the men are dripping in the erotic air of a virgin hole being willingly raped in the light of the flickering fire. The ritualism is not lost on any of them. They view Tucker as a sacrifice and a totem of their belief in absolute pleasure. Samuel can't take it any more. He's spouting his long slender cock, foreskin entirely stretched back, and he saddles up to Tucker's ass. "Jack me off in him, boy. The cunt is perfect!" He slips his member inside and waits for Duncan to slide back to the entrance and grip him in at the entrance. The rectum is stretched larger than it's ever been tonight, taking both fist and cock, and Tucker's riding the trail of dopamine of his first punch fisting. He's ready and eager to have a cock and fist in him together, so much so Samuel can keep pressing until not only is his cock inside Duncan's fist but, with Duncan's help, both his balls falls into the receptive hole. Duncan's greasy paw has no trouble finding Samuel's balls and he's squeezing the hell out of them, Samuel not minding one bit. Duncan slathers him in grease, clamping down hard on the invading cock and balls. "Oh, fuck YEAH!" shouts Samuel. Elijah comes up behind Duncan and starts playing with his nipple. Riggs is getting too excited by the spectacle. He crawls on all fours under the sling and begs Duncan to fist him too. It's a circus act as Elijah grease Duncan's hole and slips his major P.A. inside the red head's slender ass. Brenner slaps his dick on Tucker's gasping mouth and the men become one orgy beast: fucking, fisting, jacking, sucking one central figure. And that central figure is wailing and moaning like a slut, with a cock in his mouth, nips tweaked, a fist holding his ass wide open, and a cock ejaculating and slathering his walls with cum. A hard slam, a breath from Samuel, then a second later another round of piss for Tucker's butt. Samuel jacks Tucker's cock lying in front of him and the boy, feeling every orifice filled, his brain recognizing he's being used as a cumdump and toilet, and with Duncan's arm now freed of Samuel's cock, is going up to his elbow. The last three inches easily open up and Duncan is fisting inside Riggs sloppy cunt and at the same time quickly into Tucker's newly stretched hole. When he gets to the crook of his arm he sees Tucker watching the entire spectacle in the mirror, and Tucker can't hold himself back. Tucker shoots and hits the mirror above and then with Eli fucking his own hole, Duncan shoots hands-free, spraying Tucker in the face. He's right in the center of where he wants to be. Eli rises on his toes filling Duncan with cum, which combined with Riggs and Brenner's early slop, white juice runs down his legs. Brenner floods Tucker's mouth with a river of spooge. Tucker relishes the taste and the sight of his face covered in cream. He licks his lips ready for what's next.

I've included here a post I just made in another thread and by no means do I mean to be giving the guy I quoted a hard time! Far from it...most of sex is the mental aspect of it, whether we acknowledge that or not...and different strokes for different folks. But from time to time I come across this automatic assumption that the bottom is automatically submissive. Not just in the physical part of fucking...but that they necessarily mentally get off on that role. There have to be more guys than me out there, who love to be fucked senseless but are still alpha male and to whom aggressively using your ass and pulling that guy in you etc....does not equal "submission" or being dominated etc.? It's a real turn off, in fact it's game over, once the whole "control you and make you my sub bitch etc" thing comes out of some tops mouths. Keep in mind, I am not a small or frail guy, I'm built more like a football player and in every day life, you could tell you'd get a smack in the chops if you walked up and spoke to me like that lol So I don't know why some guys just assume this power role play? So here's the context: Don't bet on it. There are plenty of us Alpha Males who love having the hell fucked out of our ass...but that's not the same as wanting to be dominated and made to feel like trash and the whole verbal thing. The top is not sacrosanct. I top as well. You're as lucky to be inside that ass as they are for having you in them. You'd/ I'd be jacking off alone if it weren't for the hole you're in For many of us, the whole power thing just being "assumed" is a real turn off and can lead to altercations. Now...giving yourself up can be part of the fun but you shouldn't just assume the whole, "spit on me, call be a bitch and throw me around" follows. I totally get where you're coming from and have had younger dudes bottoming for me, tell me in advance they love being dominated etc...That's cool. Its fucking hot. I wouldn't like it for myself (I'm a pretty aggressive bottom when I bottom and I am going to work my ass so that I nearly tear your cock off lol...but that's because I love being fucked...not because the guy fucking me is God and I am trash. That said: total respect for tops I've had recently you bothered to check! Maybe it's a respect thing? I'll even go sub in play for someone who tells me they like doing that and they bother to check with me and not just assume. That's totally different. When they just assume being fucked in the ass = submissive, bitch, someone's "boy" or whatever...I'm more likely to throw the top over my shoulder and throw him and his clothes out my door. MEN love to be fucked too and it's got nothing to do with us feeling like feminine submissives. Does any of this make sense? There have to be more guys that feel the same way? Again...in no way am I bagging the guys who love the whole power play thing from either angle. I get it and do it from time to time. Its more this general feeling that a bottom is automatically wanting to be the momentary embodiment of a bunch of daddy issues.

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.