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It was the evening of December 21st and very snowy. I was 24 and horny. I thought I'd celebrate the Winter Solstice with some Pagan fucking. I found a hot profile of a safe sex 50ish daddy type that was horny too. We chatted for a brief time about the details of our soon to be sexual encounter. Before long, I was on the train north. I would be there in 20 minutes. I got off at Granville and walked the few blocks to his building on Glenlake. It was next to the EL tracks. I buzzed the door and was let up. I was greeted at the apartment door by my safe sex daddy. He looked exactly like his profile pics. He waved me into the apartment. The only illumination was the red glow from the tree across the room. It was a warm incandescent glow and not the cold light of LEDs. We moved to the kitchen counter where there was a joint and two whisky shots. He picked up the joint lit it. He took a big drag. He held it as he closed the distance between us. He moved towards my mouth for a shotgun. I quickly exhaled in preparation. He put his lips lightly against mine and proceeded to exhale. I held his smoke and held it for as long as i could as he began to kiss me. It was nice. He backed away and handed me the whisky shot. I was reluctant but I acquiesced. It burned going down as whisky often does. He wasn't much of a talker. We went back to shotgunning back and forth until the last of the joint was just a tiny roach. It was excellent pot. I was fucking stoned out of my mind. We started to undress right there in the living room. I stripped down to my jock. He motioned to the floor in front of a big floor to ceiling window that looked out to the red line trains moving north and south. Seems like he might enjoy an audience. It sounded hot to me, I love having an audience I was really getting hit hard by the pot and whiskey. So much so that I was a little dizzy. That was out the ordinary for me for smoking and one drink. I had a brief thought that there might have been more in the whiskey than I realized when he pushed me down on my shoulders. The thought was gone once his dick was in my face. It was a handsome dick. It smelled musky good. He probably took a shower that morning but nothing since. Such a great smell. I took his semi into my mouth, and he grew to a fairly thick seven and a half inches or so. As I was sucking, his finger closed my nostril and poppers appeared at my nose. I automatically inhaled deeply one side and repeated that action on the other. I was now flying. I took his cock to the root. Poppers make me want to have a dick all the way down my throat. So I made that happen. I massaged his dick with my throat muscles to my best ability. Any time I needed air, I forced his dick deeper. It tasted so good. Finally, I had to breathe. I released his dick and tasted oxygen again. He squatted and pushed me onto my butt. The poppers reappeared. One side and then the other. I reclined to my elbows while riding the hit. His unlubed fingers were up inside my butthole. He was a bit forceful, but it paired nicely with the poppers and the high. I was really beginning to have trouble knowing where I was and what happening at this point. He was now talking about how good I must be feeling, and I was. I just felt like one sexual nerve ending that was on fire. More poppers and my legs were lifted to his shoulders. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed forward with no warning. It was fast and steady to the hilt. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Between the pot, the popper hits, the oxygen deprivation from the long deep throating and whatever else was probably in my shot I was losing momentary grip on my reality and faculties. What I did know, was that it hurt so good. He held his dick at the deepest in before he began to saw in and out. Then he began talking. "Your hole feels so good. So warm and tight." He kept long dicking me. "Your hole is sliding along the skin of my bare cock. I'd bet you like that don't you. That's what you really want." Somewhere in the recesses of my mind there was the words 'condom' and 'safe sex', but he was right. It felt fantastic. I tried to talk back but I couldn't form any coherent words. He chuckled and kept fucking. The poppers hit my nose. I finally thought I saw him use the poppers for himself. He asked "Where do you I want it?" I still couldn't form words to speak. He was supposed to cum inside a condom, not me. I couldn't get words out. He then said "I am going to breed you." His pace increase furiously and he shot his load deep inside me. He eventually pulled out. I looked at him. His cock was cummy. I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't will the anger forth because of my state. He looked up to my right and I was able to follow his gaze. I then registered that there was another man standing right next to us. I had no idea how long he had been there. I thought we were alone. There had been no mention of a third person. He was very thin and haggard looking, but with what seemed to be a very large dick. Before I could take in any more of him, the poppers were back at my nose. That's what I needed at that moment. Daddy crawled up and over my body, and proceeded to push his cummy cock into my mouth. My legs were lifted up at the same time. Swiftly, the very large cock of the new haggard man entered me. I screamed but daddy's dick was as far down my throat and I only made a muted humming noise. I was being reamed a both ends. I was seeing stars. I was close to passing out, maybe I already had a time or two. Daddy finally pulled out. I tasted throat mucus, cum and pennies. I was now staring into the eyes of the new haggard man. He was plowing me roughly. I could feel how big his dick was. I was loving it. The feeling was bliss. He talked but I was in no way able to comprehend has words. They were jumbled up with the poppers, seeing stars and the ecstasy coming from my ass. I had no idea how long this was going on. It seemed like forever though. Haggard man was increasing his fuck speed and his mouth was moving. I think he was talking to me, but I didn't understand. There was more poppers for me and for haggard too. Within seconds, his face began to contort as he slammed deep into me. Again and again and again. Rope after rope after rope of his cum shot as deep as anything has ever shot inside me. The moment was magnificent sexual explosion. He fell down on me seemingly satisfied. He lay on my chest all hot and dripping sweat. He moved his mouth to mine and raped my mouth with his own. He finally stopped and lifted himself up. My eyes followed his gaunt sweaty red face and then he crawled up over my body just like daddy had done. I got another poppering just before haggard's dick entered my mouth. He reached further down than daddy could. As he was, I was rapidly running out of air. Even with my eyes open, I was seeing stars again. I was also seeing a large biohazard symbol right in front of my eyes. I didn't think about it. It was just there. Haggard pulls out slowly. The taste of throat mucus, cum and pennies return. He leans down to my face and says "You're Welcome." I don't remember dressing. I do vaguely remember going down stairs, cold and snow, the roar of trains overhead and a door slamming behind me. I do not know how I got home, but I did. The next morning I awoke on my couch in all my clothes. My butthole was sore but felt good. I stood and pulled down my pants and jock. It was a pink cummy mess.

Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

I've been reading this forum for a long time... but this is first post. Travelling for work this week, and last night decided to see who was about where I'm staying. First grindr taker was an older guy with a good looking cock. I drove over and met his hilariously friendly puppy. We then went to the bedroom and quickly got naked. I could tell he was really horny. A few minutes later he was fucking me hard missionary style, his thick cock felt great and I could see he loved my ass. I reached up and tweaked his nipple and his cum exploded inside me... i could feel it throb over and over. He apologised for cumming so soon, and I said 'never apologise, it's awesome' 😉 He stayed hard for a while, his cock deep inside me, as we had some chat and cuddle. Load #1. Next message on my phone was from suit guy up from Sydney for meetings. I went to his hotel and he fucked me for a long time, changing around positions. He was very affectionate, pausing fucking now and then to kiss. A hot and nice guy. After lots of pounding he eventually said "I think i might cum" hahaha so I said 'give it to me', and he blew a big load with his cock balls deep in me. So far so good! Load #2. After back to my own hotel, I got a message from this guy who chats to me a lot on grindr, even though we've never met. He's in the same town tonight and desperate for my ass lol soon after, he's at my place. Younger asian guy - hard muscled body, really hot. Stripping off, I see he his cock is even better than the pics he shared... really nice one. We make out for a while, as if we're old friends. It's really comfortable to be naked with him, cuddling, kissing, chatting... after a while I sit my ass down on his rock hard cock. A huge smile on his face. He quickly takes charge, flipping me over to fuck doggy style. Really hard and strong fucker. At one stage he even picked me up, his cock hard in my ass. After a few changes of position we end up standing, he's fucking me from behind and pulls my face around to kiss, saying 'I'm gonna cum' as I feel the flood of it in my pussy. Load #3. Met three nice guys and went to bed with my hole feeling well used and full of their cum.

So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.

So was sitting at home Thursday night checking out the usual sites online. A message popped up asking if I was looking. He must’ve at least scanned my profile and read that I like to suck and bottom. Pretty straight forward. Being from small town Minnesota and fairly familiar with the regular profiles that show up around here, I for sure hadn’t seen his before. Live here or visiting, I asked. Visiting his cousin at the community college. Also put it bluntly that he needed release and if I could suck him off. Of course! And I swallow. He obviously couldn’t host due to being at cousins so I said I could , but asked how he was gonna excuse himself from his cuz’ dorm. “Just gonna tell him I’m headed quick to McDonald’s.” I think quickies are great and give him the addy. He arrives, I sit him on the couch, and he pulls out this tasty looking 8” piece of meat which matches the pic he shared earlier. Damn! Looking good. I had sent him a pic of my chub ass, both empty and with a bare cock in it. Just a little advertising. Well, I spend the next 10-15 minutes working him over with my tongue, mouth, and throat. Thought with him being in a hurry he’d be wanting to nut right away but he’d get to the edge and back me off. Did that 3 times… guess he’s not in a huge hurry. Lol. Anyway, after the 3rd time he reaches round my back for my hole. I have lube, I whisper. I had staged the lube and condoms and towels nearby as I’m always hopeful. I reached for the lube and slicked up my hole. He reached for the condom and wrapped up. In 4 seconds he’s balls deep and we’re both moaning in pleasure as I’m bent over the sofa. After a couple minutes of starting to get worked over, he repositions and I feel something hit my foot. I know what it is. It’s why I sent him the second pic of my ass. I wanted him to know I take it raw and he was happy to oblige. That rubber no sooner hit my foot and he was buried balls deep again. I’m gonna seed you like I’m sure that guy in the pic did, he says. Use me! And within the next minute he did just that. Used me as his cumdump. While recovering and his dressing I let him know he could count on me anytime he came to visit his cousin. Although, he might have to vary his excuse of a Mickey D’s run for future fuck sessions.

Had the best fuck, possibly ever. Met a guy who wanted to hook up with me and his partner. Turned out to be two couples when I got to his place. Walked in, told me to strip and hop in the sling. He strapped me in and proceeded to lick my entire body, very sensual. The nhis partner and two friends showed up, was a little nervous but they all went to work on a different body nips lips, neck, toes inner thighs, hole, They all seemed concentrated on seeing if what they were doing would get a reaction out of me. They got lots of reactions. When they finally got around to fucking me, I was ready for anything and anyone. while one fucked the others made sure I could feel my entire body. Getting fucked, beard scruff on my neck,toes sucked and nipples played with at the same time was a revelation. They tried hard to avoid touching my cock, but while the second guy was fucking, I started to cum. A lot. One guy slurped up the cum, the second guy kept fucking, and the other two started working harder on my toes and nipples, and whatever else they could. Normally I need a little break after cumming, but didn't get the chance. With all the other stuff going on in and around my body I didn't need to. Number three started fucking and the whole cycle repeated. After number four came, he unstrapped my right hand and told me to cum. Took me a moment, but then one of them started fucking me again , I came at the same time as one of them came i my mouth. I was exhausted, but it felt amazing. I felt really grateful They were the nicest guys!

There it was... posted between the mirrors in the public shower room at the all men's campground: "Help break in my new boy - Site 112 - All night breeding and seeding session - No condoms allowed - 22 year old colllege boy taking all loads with no complaints - Starts at 10 pm until sunrise - Saturday and Sunday night" That was what he did to me. That was how he became my daddy and my owner. My protector and my pimp. There was nothing left to do but now but go back to our campsite #112, with my head down, knowing it was going to happen again tonight. But let me take you back a bit to how it all started, just a few weeks ago. I was 22, and just out of college with my first job in NYC. I was so excited. I could really be 'gay' and experience all the fun things I had been a bit shy to do before and with not living at home and out of college, it could happen! I mean I was an adult with a studio in NJ and taking the path train each day to NYC was a blast. But just a month after graduating, and a week after starting my new job, I stopped after work at a little bar in the village. Now I'm just 22, about 5'8" and 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm a bit skinny but a great smile. and just an average cock. I experimented with blow jobs and hand jobs in college, but nothing more. And at this bar, it was geared more for leather men, and 'real' men. So I went in, ordered a beer and kinda hid in the corner. A man walked up a bit later - He told me his name was Ryan. He was about 40, 6'2 and about 190 pounds. Clearly went to the gym and was nicely fit. As we chatted, I told him my story. I was still a virgin but couldn't wait to now do more that I was living on my own. He told me he was only a top, did that bother me? I said no, of course not. He was kind. Kept ordering me beers. A while later I was a bit buzzed and he suggested we go grab a bite to eat. So we left and just got pizza - no big deal and a few more beers. We ended up at his apartment and of course you know how this goes... but it's not really the story. We got naked and he let me blow him. My god - it was a huge 'man's' cock. Must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick! I could barely get more than the head and a few inches down my throat. I got naked and he fingered me to ecstasy until I was begging him please fuck me... but he said no. He said I was buzzed and let's just go to bed and snuggle. So we did. Naked, snuggled into him, I feel asleep. Saturday morning we talked for hours. I showered, we did a late breakfast, and he showed me a bunch of his favorite places in the city. That evening, after going back to his apartment and feeling around again, but no full on sex, he told me I had to go home. "Why?" I asked, almost pleadingly. "Well, I think I like you and I don't want to rush things. Let's just keep talking and get together again soon".... All week we texted back and forth. He kept asking if I wanted to be his boy. That he would make me happy. What would I do for him to make him happy? I of course was texting back that I couldn't wait to see him again and that I would do anything to make him happy. He said he still wanted to go a bit slow as I was a virgin, and he really wanted me to beg him to take my virginity... that would make him happy. I was so niave. That upcoming weekend - he arranged for us to meet up again. When I arrived back at the little bar I had first met him, I was surprised to see another guy about my age there. Looking back he was a lot like me. About 22, same height and weight. but quiet. head bowed. Ryan said "Hey boy, meet my nephew Mike. Mike is visiting this weekend so I thought I would take him around." I tried to talk to Mike, but he didn't have much to say. Over the course of a few beers that Ryan kept buying, I noticed that every now and then a guy from the bar would walk up to us, talk a bit with Ryan and say something I couldn't hear, and then the guy and Mike would leave to a back room. Mike would come back about a half hour later each time. This went on through out the night. When I asked Ryan whatt was going on, he just smiled and said "Mike is getting to know some of my friends better..." and smiled at me. '"you'll get to know them too". When I asked if we were going back to his place, he said "can't this weekend with Mike here...but let's go to the bathroom". In the bathroom, I was buzzed and horny. Ryan grabbed my crotch as soon as we were in the bathroom, then pulled me close "you said you would do anything to make me happy right boy?" "Yes sir" I responded. and I meant it. Ryan then grabbed my neck, and pushed me down to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big cock -" take it boy. Put it in your mouth and make me smile boy." So there I was, on the floor in a bar bathroom, sucking Ryan's cock, hoping to drain every bit of cum from it... and Ryan kept his hand on the back of my head making sure I was going to get my guts filled with his seed. It didn't take too long with him face fucking me, until I could hear him breathing deeper and faster, telling me "take it boy, take it all boy don't waste a drop" . And suddenly I felt his cock erupt in my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed it all, he pulled me up and whispered - "Good boy... I do like a good boy..... I have to go now and take Mike to another event I promised him to, but do you want to go camping with me next weekend? Just us? Binghamton NY is a fun all gay campground and I would love to take you there and get to know you better". And as I looked up into his eyes, and could still taste his cum in my mouth, I said "of course, that would be fun!" ...

So been a while since I posted, had fun but nothing to write home about. But this happened to start my weekend off and really reminded me who I truely am. So this started Friday lunchtime I was working the till as the lunch rush cleared away and as it was quiet I pulled my phone out and started messaging round my mates and Grindr. Initially it looked like slim pickings and was getting myself ready to go home get warm and jerk myself with my dildo using me rough when this profile popped up, it was a basic profile with just couple of tops looking for bottom lad for fun, no age, no description and one pic of a hairy big chest. At first it was kinda bland chat, a pair of mates looking for a bottom to spit roast, promising they had poppers/condoms/lube and will look after me etc. I said I was working till late and they went silent so thought ‘Yeap couldn’t wait or got too real’ so kept messaging between customers. I was closing up when I got a couple of pings, pulling my phone out it was grindr so I opened it up and it was coupleoftops and read their messages, it was a hotel location, room number and time in two hours, I sent back what were they after and got back a fun and anything you are into. I was excited and went home quickly showering and cleaning out deep and two hours later I was outside the hotel as I sneaked in and took the lift to their floor and walked to the door, as I arrived I noticed the door was ajar so I let myself in to find an empty room and a note, ok if your up for it strip put the blindfold on and get ass up for us we will be there at 21:30 if your not here then you wimped out if you are here expect to be used. I was so turned on I striped and put the blindfold on and went on all fours ass up ready for anything. I heard the door go and the sounds of two guy enter and hum a little, “wow got an eager one at last” one said and I felt hands on me as they guided me round and I felt a cock at my lips so I opened up and let it in sucking on this cut cock feeling rough hands pull on my cock balls and nips. I was then flipped my legs pushed up and metal attached to my ankles holding me to the bed frame as others were added to my wrists, I then felt a ball gag forced between my lips and tightened behind my head and my cock was leaking to say the least, then my blindfold was taken off to show two older men probably in their late 40ies naked edging their cocks as they played rock paper scissors to work out who was fucking me first in the end it was cut guy who spat on his cock and fingered my hole a bit that’s when he said “yeah no lube and no condoms bet a little fag slut like you will love taking our dirty daddy cocks all night” I was a little scared and excited as he in one motion slammed his cock deep into my ass. I felt my hole stretch and fuck did it feel good, he wasn’t showing any mercy he pounded me into the bed hard and fast not letting up until he unloaded in me, his friend straight behind him taking my ass with his big uncut cock stretching me more as he fucked me hard. after he came he unhooked my ball gag and pushed his cock in its place “ go on you slut clean my cock get me hard again I need another go on your cunt”. It’s been a while since I last was with a Dom let alone two, and for hours they took turns on me till it was midnight and they needed a rest but they were not done no they went online and before long invited another to take over my use this guy was my age and heavy, not taking any time to pull his cock out and ram it into me “yeah take my fat cock bet you hate my fat body over you using you” he fucked me all while I was chained up and gagged and silently loving it. by the time I left that hotel it was 8am I had work in 30 minutes and I had from all three taken at least 10 loads that were still in my ass as I started my shift.

When you are as girly, and faggoty, and queeny as I am, most of the men who fuck you pretty much think of me as a girl with a useless cock so they usually call my hole, a pussy, or a cunt or just a fuckhole/cumhole. they also often refer to me by female terms and names, like girl, babygirl, white girl, bitch, and ladyboy. some guys even tell me that my pussy is so loose and sloppy that it feels just like a real girls pussy when I’m loaded with cum

Was horny as usual and got a room at the Days Inn last night. Posted the hotel/room # and propped the door open. Ended up with 15 loads. One guy dropped 3 loads and another dropped 2 loads. Good night. That makes 504 loads this year.

Been a while since I had a really good shag so horned up and looked for something online …nothing doing ..lots of blokes chatting but no meets …ended up at the local sauna (cum Union night..nice) it was still early but there were a few guys playing …wondered round naked except for a towel over my shoulder …the smell of the place just made me horny so I was hard …when to see if the sling was free and found a little Twink getting hammered by a chub daddy …well hot ….I snogged the daddy and pulled on a nipple ring …watched his raw cock fuck the tight winks hole …daddy pumped a good load up the Twink and puled out …he snogged me again and said he’d catch me later …I asked the Twink if he was good for another load and he just nodded and pulled on some poppers …I slipped in to his loaded hole …fuck he felt great tight and slick and hot …I used the sling to swing him on to my cock …the daddies cum running out of him and down my balls…the cummy mess got me off and I loaded the lad …fuck he felt good thanked him and wondered off to the shower. It was busy now and I got a lot of attention from the mainly older crowd …as I got to the shower I was chatting to an old bloke (60s ?) he cupped my cummy balls and asked if I was going to wash it off …said I was and he got down and sucked my balls and cock …I was hard again…he had a wet finger up me as well …he stood and asked if id be up for getting fucked …yeah ….he had a nice cock out a 7 cut thick …hairy dad bod ..got to a seat area near the steam room …had me sit forward on the bench and knelt down between my legs pushing me back and raising my legs he kept saying how good I looked and asked how old I was told him 24 and he said he was 70 and pushed his cock in me …fucked me slowly with blokes walking past …loved it nice fuck got deep and ace kisser too…got quite a crowd …any how he started fucking me hard and was defo coming bout to cum …”dirty fuck ..I’m fucked breeding you!” He pulled out and a felt a lot running out of my hole …I was gasping he just thanked me and headed back towards the showers … The chub daddy from earlier had seen the action and was sat next to me snogged me again and fingered my cummy hole …”good to go again” I was like sure ….he had 2 fingers up me and was snogging me …then he was up in my face..cock tasted good and my face pressed into his pubes ..fucked my face then we snogged again ….as he got down between my legs I saw the biohazard tat on his hip …better lighting in here….got me proper hard …he lined up and was balls deep quickly …felt really hot …fucked me slow and a load of snogging…”going to cum mate” and I just pulled him deep ….loaded me ….snogged me and left. I showered …and went to get a drink

Was in town for a few days and had some fun. Tuesday i spend the day taking loads in my Michigan Ave. First up was this sexy 9.5 THICK black man. He was one of the best kissers every. We kissed and licked and then he rimmed my ass and then lubed me up and slid in. Thank god for poppers, felt like he was splitting me open. He fucked for a good 20 Min till he dumped a huge load in me. He kissed me and kept going. Another 20 min later he was pumping a second load in me. My hole was so sloppy and cummy. We laid there and made out while he fingered me and ate my pit till i jerked my load for him to swallow. Took an hour break and then next up was a married cub. We kissed a bit and then he pumped a load into me. He left and I got back on sniffies. There was a sexy Indian guy working across the street that wanted Ass up. I love that. Propped the door open and got in place. He walked in, I sucked him and then he fucked me for a few min and shot his load inside. He left and his HOT (and I mean HOT) muscle guy who was working at a retailer close by hit me up. I figured he was a fake. When he walked in I was shocked how hot he was. He got naked, had amazing arm, 6 pack and 8 thick. I sucked him a bit, rubbed him body and then he pushed me to the bed. He climbed on top of me and pushed in my hole. He pounded me hard, chocked me a bit (which was hot). Her fucked for about 15 min till blew his load inside me. He left and I looked around more. Up next was a repeat from Monday, sexy bI guy who bred me anonymous. Last up Was a cute Persian kid that said he didn’t want to fuck only oral. But we know how that goes. I was blowing him and he was fingering my cummy hole, he rolled over and shoved his 7 thick uncut cock in me. Felt amazing. He only lasted about 5 min but felt like A huge load. God how i love Chicago.

but how about this; are our assholes ruined? or did all of those daddies, random fucks, bathhouse breeders, fisting tops, whore fuckers, pig breeders, and the rest of the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of anonymous strangers who treat us like worthless trash destroy our assholes so they could become the loose, sloppy, overused cunts we have. some men love using, fucking and breeding trashed holes like ours. the only way anyones asshole can become as loose and fucked out as our sloppy holes is to get used way too much and absolutely destroyed with as many large objects as possible. guys with really big cocks love how easy it is to shove their whole cock in me and just start fucking, even without lube. fisting tops dont wanna fuck around. they just wanna get the arm up my cunt. I couldn’t take a fat 10 inch cock, dry in an alleyway, without a drop of lube, or spit, if my pussy wasn’t, as he said "so fucking loose”. you should get a tramp stamp that says USED

I'm often to be seen in one of my G-Star Raw t shirts (see my profile pic), which whilst a lot more subtle also has worked for me. One time I was on my way to a meet from an app and passed another guy on the street who stared at my t shirt looked up at me, then gave a dirty grin, we passed did the old school double take looking back and then both stopped and walked back towards each other. He asked me if I was up for a load and I said I would but was already on the way for another meet and didn't want to let that guy down. No problem he said, go and get his load then come to mine afterwards giving me his address. 90 minutes later with 2 loads in me, having had both guys I was on my way home very happy.

Surely flexibility is needed and if some/most of your needs are being met then enjoy the sex? Yes there are the matter of red lines and compatibility when deciding if you want to start/proceed/end the session. I've hardly ever had ALL my needs met from one guy!

40 loads taken face to face + 464 loads anon with blindfold on = 504 loads so far this year.

If I'm hooking up through an app or cruising I want quick dirty sex, I'm not there for a romantic meal and a conversation. I wouldn't even know where to go looking for those things where I live, but thankfully it's not for me anyway.

Hope there is more

Met up with this daddy I’ve met once before. Met on a kik group. He messaged me saying he would be in town and wanted to see me again. After work I went over to the hotel. Nice smooth body and ass. He’s really open to trying things with men and I’m totally cool with that. I told him I love kissing and he said he’s never kissed a men but is open to trying. The first time we met we showered first and he requested that again. It really turned him on he said and loved my body size. He’s about 6 and I’m 5’2. We showered, kissed, he rubbed my body and played with my ass before making me suck his cock. Decent cock, curves up a bit, he is clean shaven. Turned around and I eat his ass. He is so horny and want to move to the bed before he cums. In the bed I continue sucking him and he loves it. Almost cums but stops himself. We wants to fuck my ass. He gets lube and to my disappointment puts on a rubber (fuck!) okay, it’s fine. He fucks me missionary and pounds away until he cums. No load. im in downtown so I drive my Club Houston and get on sniffies. I’ve never been and am a bit nervous. Anyway, I end up leaving and going to someone’s place. I’ll go someday. He posted on sniffies asking for someone to drain his balls. I sent pics and said I can be there. Hot black dude, muscular hairy af body. Big cock. He said at 7 so I stopped by the grocery store to get a few items. Then I’m a head over. Opens the door in his jockstrap. He is sexy. A med student and needed a study break. Once in the room, he lays in bed but before I could get down he asks me to remove my clothes. Once naked I start sucking and getting him hard. He is moaning and it makes me hard, I continue sucking, licking his balls and body. Put his legs up and start eating his ass. Fuck I love it. Continue sucking and he says he is cumming so I deepthroat his cock as deep as I can. Getting that load down my throat. Tasted great. One of the best I’ve tasted. We chat a bit, he asks if I’m near the area because he would like to do it again. Tell him I’d hit him up when I am and I start playing with his cock again and suck another load from him. 2 loads 🤤 i hit up the Moroccan guy and he invites me over. Sexy guy. We kiss and pushes down to suck his cock. He loves to dominate so I submit. He gets me on the bed and starts fucking me doggy. Then missionary. He gets in deep and breeds me. I make out with him as I hold him inside. Feels amazing. Love the feeling after they breed you. I want another but we have to get up early for work. We kiss and cuddle until we fall asleep.

My earliest recollection of anything homo- centric was when I was 5 or 6. I grew up in a small rural town, the city nearby had a mall, and in the city core all the trappings of a real city, so if we needed new shoes or clothes for school, my Mom would haul my ass to the mall . I would ride in the back seat of the car, and in one particular area there was a stream that ran alongside the road. If I went back (and it even exists ) today, it was likely a ditch and the stream was just rain or melting snow draining away. But back then, almost without exception, I would look out as we drove past that water, and imagine myself naked,floating on my back with my dick stiff, and a boy or two riding on my stomach/chest, and using my cock as a steering device. And even tho I had no idea why, my 6 year old cock would be hard . By the time we would get to the mall or into the city, it was all over and out of my thoughts, until the drive back home. I am not going to lock in and say "that" was the moment I knew I was gay, honestly, I don't think early 60's gay/homosexuality was even talked about or acknowledged in those words. And not going to the prom in high school didn't lock it in for me- I would have been "obligated" to ask the girl across the road from my house to it (17 days apart in age) and at the time she was having sex with the high school band director, a lot!! I kept a big distance from her, or had either her parent or one of mine present if we were hanging out, I really was worried she would get knocked up and all eyes would fall on me. And I knew even then I did not want a woman nor a kid ( esp if it wasn't even mine) in my life path.

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I have a regular, who is a straight man. I have never seen his face or any pics cause he doesn’t want anyone to know he even knows me cause he says I have “a reputation for being a cumdump and a hooker” plus he never lets me suck his cock and he refuses to fuck me cause I’m “way to dirty and way too many men have been inside that used hole”. he only uses me as a urinal. he literally calls me “Toilet” like it’s my given name, and has me get down on my knees so he can piss straight into my mouth without even touching his cock. once in awhile he will jerk off into my open mouth if he’s particularly horny but he has never let e touch his cock until a couple days ago when he texted me “todays your lucky day. I’m gonna let you suck my cock” and he sat back in a chair, watching straight porn, while I was down on my knees sucking the cum out of his balls. it reminded me exactly of sucking my fathers cock except I was blindfolded. he also kept telling me what a “disgusting faggot” I am for "sucking off thousands of strangers” and “getting fucked by any man dirty enough to breed that sloppy cunt” and even told me I should get my cock and balls removed cause I can “never be a man” because I get fucked, so I might as well not pretend to be male. he also said “you shouldn’t get tits either, just be some asexual cumdump"

As a very young kid, my well-to-do grandma would take me to the theatre/opera/ballet, most of which I didn't really appreciate enough at the time. One Christmas, Aged 7 or 8, she took me to see The Nutcracker which was a bit of a tradition and at intervial she asked me what I enjoyed most about it... and there was only one thing I really liked, so I told her. The big bulges at the front of the men's tights...

I ran into the husband of a friend of mine at the video store late one night. He just acknowledged me with eye contact and I followed him into a booth. He immediately pulled out his cock which was beautiful, I got on my knees and started sucking. He was quite big and it tasted great. After a while I stood up, undid my pants and bent over. He got his dick wet with spit and started to slide in me. Not sure if he noticed the load I received 10 minutes earlier. He fucked me for about 5 minutes until hi breathing got heavier, his dick started pulsing and he went balls deep filling with his sperm. He pulled out without saying anything, I turned around and cleaned his dick off before he zipped up and left. We never acknowledged we knew each other and never said anything. To him I was just an anon hole.

you could prob have this transferred to an iron on

Sex Enhancement Drug Trial Subject Week #1 I had just started college and was blown away by the costs. I was in need of cash and decided to check out Craig’s list for jobs. There was one that caught my eye and got my cock stirring. The head line read, “Gay males needed for sex enhancement drug trials.” I clicked the link and read the complete ad. It asked for gay college age guys age 18 to 22 who were in good health, did not use drugs of any kind and were either a bottom, versatile bottom or versatile. It required me to send a picture with my height, weight, cock size, if I was cut or uncut, the date of my last HIV test and the results. I had known I was gay as early as I can remember and with my jock body didn’t think I’d have issues finding guys to hook up with, but this was a wet dream cum true. I wrote my e-mail telling them that I was 18, 6’ weighing 160 pounds with a 7 1/2” cut cock. I included a couple of pics I had of me in my Speedo from high school swim team and a couple nudes I had showing my cock and ass. I continued to check out Craig’s list when a reply to my e-mail arrived. It asked me to drop by to complete my enrollment process. This included my filling out some paper work and submitting to blood and urine tests. The next day I dropped by the test site office just off campus. I was greeted by a cute stud that looked to be in his mid to late 20’s. He had me complete the appropriate paper work, had some blood drawn and filled a urine specimen cup. I was asked to commit to a decision how I would take the drug. The first way I could take the drug was in the form of a pill by mouth where I would be paid $250 a week. The second way was by nasal spray where I would be paid $300 a week. The third way I could take the drug was by suppository where I’d be paid $350 a week. The last way I could take the drug was by shot and I would be paid $500 a week. Since I had no problem with shots I selected the last method so I could get the most money each week. I was told that I should hear from them by the end of the week with further instructions. I arrived back at my dorm room after class on Friday to discover a message from the testing company. My labs came back all fine with a clean drug screen and a negative HIV test. They asked if I was available to participate that night in the first round of trials. If I wasn’t available I’d have to wait a couple months until the second round of testing began. I responded that I would be at the testing site at the scheduled time ready to participate. I arrived early for the trial and was shown where I could lock up my clothes. I was then shown to the shower area where a hot guy made sure I was cleaned out and ready to play. After I was all ready I was shown to an area they called the prep room where I sat down and the medication and was given final instructions before receiving the drug. The guy about to give me my shot told me “Some guys cough after getting the shot, so don’t be alarmed. You will probably feel your heart race a bit, that’s normal. If the drug is working correctly you should feel the need to get fucked immediately. After you have received your shot you are to enter the play area and have as much sex as you want. You will be monitored by close circuit TV and the number of times you have sex will be recorded along with the number of loads of cum you take inside you. Since all participants have been screened it is your choice to use protection. Most participants choose to take it raw or bareback.” I watched as he placed a rubber strip on my arm just as they did when they drew blood. He then took a syringe with the drug inside and stuck it in my arm. I watched in fascination as the contents disappeared into my vein. He then put pressure over the injection site, raised my arm overhead and asked if I was ready. I nodded ‘YES’ and he pulled the rubber strip off. I coughed a couple times and felt exactly as he described. I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED!!! He let go of my arm and told me to have fun. I walked through the door and noticed 4 other guys from college that were in different areas getting fucked. I was quickly approached by a hot stud with a hard dripping cock. The thing looked to be nearly 8” as he pushed me to my knees and fed me his tool. As I sucked his cock I was approached from behind and felt a couple hand pull me into doggy position as the stud I was sucking dropped to his knees. I kept working the cock into my throat I felt a stiff cock at my hole. Before I could look I felt the cock driven deep inside me in one stroke. Normally it can take me a while before I can take dick like that but the drug they gave me had me wanting that cock bad. I took a moment to ask the guy fucking me to pound his load home. He wasn’t one to disappoint as I felt him hammer away while I tried to coax a load from the guy I was sucking. I could hear the guy fucking me begin to breath heavy indicating he was close to cumming. He then thrusted in deep and groaned out as I felt his cock spasm in my ass. It wasn’t until the guy fucking my throat pulled away that I got a good look at the stud that just fucked my hole. He was as hot as the rest with a cute tattoo on his lower abs. I could barely make it out and wasn’t able to place it but thought I had seen it in biology or the doctor’s office before. As he pulled out I noticed that he had fucked my bareback and I had taken a stranger’s load. In my mind I didn’t care, I just knew I needed more cock. I didn’t have to wait long when the guy that I had been sucking slammed his tool inside me. With the priming I did with my mouth I didn’t have to wait long for his load when I felt his cock spasm inside my hole. I lost track of time but by morning I had been fucked by every guy in the place and some more than once. As I left the testing site I was informed that I was fucked almost 30 times and took about 20 loads. I was told to return the following Friday for my next session.

I cruise regularly at the video stores in my area. Over the years, I have never run into someone I know until recently. About a month ago, I was at one of the video stores. The store only has a few open theater rooms and no booths. It was late morning and the store was not busy. There were only 2-3 people. Shortly after I entered, I went into one of the rooms and at the entrance I saw someone was jerking right next to the video control panel on the wall. First I only saw a cock and slowly moved closer. Without making eye contact, the guy signaled me to play with his cock. As soon as I lifted my head and made eye contact, I saw my neighbor. He took another quick peek on me and I think he saw me too. I quickly backed away and moved to a different room. After a while, I moved around and didn't see him anymore. He probably left quickly after our unexpected encounter. Since then, i have tried to avoid him but we have spoken a few times and pretended nothing had happened. Although our interaction has not been really awkward, I could imagine that it would be more difficult for him than me. I am gay cruising guys at a video store and my neighbor is married with a woman and has kids. He is supposedly to be "straight". I am out to neighbors and they are all very friendly. We regularly socialize at gatherings. Our encounter reminded me of seeing the same neighbor last year at another video store but I was not 100% sure. That video store is very dark with gloryhole booths. My neighbor was there before I got to the store shortly. As I was adjusting my eyes for the darkness at a corner after I just entered, I briefly saw someone resembled him leaving the arcade. Last week, I was at the same video store again. I was there first. After not too long, he came in and walked past by me. This time I could see him clearly. I think he didn't see me because his eyes had not adjusted to the darkness of the arcade. As soon as he walked past me and all the way to the back, I went into a booth trying to avoid him. A few minutes later, I came out of the booth and did a quick survey. I didn't spot my neighbor. Because it was not busy at all and two adjacent booths were occupied, I knew he was in one of the booths. Through the door crack, I saw his back and he was being sucked by a guy through a gloryhole on the other side of a booth. After some sucking, he signaled the guy to join him in the same booth. The guy quickly came out of his booth and joined him. I went to the vacant booth and watched the guy on his knees sucking my neighbor's cock. All I could see was my neighbor's hairy ass through GH. A few minutes later, they were pulling up their pants and I thought they were done and ready to leave the booth. I remained in the booth so I wouldn't run into him when he left the store. To my surprise, my neighbor came back to the same booth a few moments later. The booth where I was in was dark because the video system was not working (see photo). I could see him clearly through the hole but he could not. After he returned, he dropped his pants and started stroking his thick fat cock as I watched through the hole. It is the cock I remembered seeing at the other store. As I watched, I was really hesitant whether I should motion him for his cock but I just could not resist. As soon as I stroked my finger across the hole, he promptly stuck his meaty cock for me. I grabbed his cock and gave a few gentle strokes, then I started sucking. Every time I deepthroated him, he would push his cock more into my throat. After some sucking, he started fucking my mouth. I always take it as a cue that it is time for me to present my ass. During my oral service, I had lubed up my hole with spit so I was ready. I grabbed his cock and put it into my ass. He just started fucking me until he shot a hot load in me and I could feel his cock pulsating. Needless to say, I was completely in disbelief but satisfied at the same time. My "straight" neighbor just bred me through a gloryhole and he didn't know it was me. This is one of the hottest encounters I had and I can't stop thinking about it. It is really weird for me to think about how he had sex with his wife and his load had made kids. I know his wife and kids and he had bred me!! I guess this is the reason why I prefer anon sex with blindfolds - only cock and ass without any stories attached to them. Now I am pretty sure that he frequents video stores and cruises for gay sex. My encounters with him tell me that he was not selective about who sucks his cock and who he breeds. He simply wants to enjoy a moment of m/m sex and gets off. As much as I enjoyed his cock very much, I really hope that we don't run into each other again. He is a cool neighbor, a loving father and a devoted husband. He deserved to be free for being who he is briefly when he is cruising and not to be paranoid about being seen by me. Maybe his wife knows that he likes to have sex with guys? I probably will never know. Thank goodness for this forum. Otherwise, I would have no place to let this out and had to take this to my grave.

My name is Alex. I’m a gay boy with brown curly hair, decent physique a shy hornball who has trouble fitting in most places. School is hard to navigate, and it’s lonely being an only child while I live with just my dad Carl. Dad is what you would call good looking bear. I’ve watched bear porn among other ripped dudes, thinks, daddy, trunk, etc kind of porn. But he’s always been handsome not gonna lie. Thankfully I still have a pocket of close friends so don’t have to worry about what most others think, and I have been seeing my boyfriend Johnny for two years now. Johnny turned 18 two months ago. He is a cute Italian boy with a twink look, no fat and some muscles. I’m jealous of them. Anyway, My dad is always weird about things, but didn’t care much it seemed when I came out to him at 14. But lately, everyone has been acting funny around me leading up to my 18th birthday. My dad has been out a lot and says to not wait up, my boyfriend Johnny has been distant with me, and I thought this was just some kind of surprise party to come. Well, my birthday came but there was no party, but definitely a surprise. It’s just me and dad so when there’s no cars around, it’s not a shocker. I have been dating Johnny for two years now, and he’s my first ever gay kiss, first fuck, and first love. And I was head over heals for him for a long time. But something happened and he started sleeping with me less, acting strange, and here and there gives the cold shoulder. I went over to Johnnys asked his dad Mr. Hughes if he was ok. Now Mr Hughes was the definition of a stud. Built muscles, hairy chest, and it looked like he has his nipples pierced (pretty obvious through his tight tank tops). all he said was “Johnny has never been better” with a grin on his face. I went home wondering what Mr. Hughes was smiling about, but just came to the conclusion he’s ok if his dad says he’s good. When I pull up into the driveway, I’m pleasantly surprised to see dads truck there. At least he’s here for the end of my birthday. When I come through the door, it looked empty. I go up the stairs about to ask dad if he wanted to still do anything still, but I stopped when I heard him moaning. Now it’s just us guys in the house, and dad has probably heard me jerk off, use toys on myself, and even for sure have heard Johnny and I having sex when we think we’re quiet. But something I noticed I have in common with my dad, we can’t be quiet for sure when we are about to cum. And not gonna lie, it’s hot knowing when my dad is about to cum. But what’s interesting is that it sounds like dad has someone over. He must have gotten lucky with a chick. I listen closely through the door and he is pounding hard. Just sounds like a beast going at it with him huffing so much. But then, I hear him just start moaning “that ass of yours loves taking a hard pounding, doesn’t it boy?” Boy??? Oh fuck! Is…is dad fucking a guy? Since when has he started having gay sex? Is dad gay too??? And since when did he start having guys over to fuck? Whatever was running through my head I do know this in that moment. I was rock hard. I started rubbing my crotch with my ear to the door listening to what sounded like balls slapping on some guys ass and thighs, the distinct sound of lips kissing and making out, oh fuck! I haven’t had sex with Johnny in two weeks. I took my dick out of my jeans and started rubbing slowly to savor it and make sure if they got up and to the door I could put my dick back and sneak to my room. I was loving this. But then I started hearing the other guy. Sounded a bit like Johnny for a sec. Nooo, I’m just imagining things. Just kept hearing the other moan, squeal, and then he just yelled loud and intensely “fucking breed your dirty load inside me! AHHH SEED MY HOLE.” That’s when I knew, Johnny was in there.. WHAT THE FUCK is what I wanted to scream. But I was stunned. Silent. And put my dick back slowly, sneaking down to my room. I layer in my bed crying wondering what just happened. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way. But I know who’s voice that was. A little later I heard my dad and what I thought was Johnny get in dads truck and leave. I just lauded there looking at pics of us for a straight hour. Dad came back, walked through the hall, and then a knock on my door. Dad just said “Alex, you up? I’m coming in.” I wanted to get up but he already came in. The look on his face seemed caring for once. He said “happy birthday champ!” I was just in shock. I know he just fucked, and I’m pretty sure it was my boyfriend. But didn’t see anything and didn’t have proof it was him for sure so was just hopeful. I looked at him with a confused expression saying just “thanks dad…” He looked at me and took a moment. Inhaled through his nose and just came out and said “so you enjoy hearing me fuck Johnny sport?” My jaw dropped and I said “there’s no way that was Johnny. And since when are you gay too? Dad, what is going on and how could you?” I was so mad that he confirmed it. I almost called my cheating slutty boyfriend so many nasty things. But dad grabbed my phone out of my hand and said in a serious tone “you listen here young man. I will explain everything but you need to calm down and quit your sobbing. I’m here to make everything better.” Better? How is this good I thought? I tried saying something else but he just told me “if you don’t listen up you can just get out. I’m talking now.” Since when does dad show any emotions lately. Especially rage? He’s just bluffing cus he’s caught. But then he grabbed me and said “I know that look, I’m not bluffing. Either listen or get the fuck out.” I sat in my bed shocked. He looked at me and said “I know you were outside in the hall jacking to us fucking. You can’t keep quiet for shit. Your moans sounded just like when you think your home alone jacking off. So don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy any of those noises.” I can’t believe I made noises. But I am like him I’m that way. When I’m arroused, I can’t help it. Dad continued then saying “it wasn’t out of spite. You see, Johnny and I are both, well, under orders.” I looked at him and after a brief pause I said “this is a joke right? Your fucking kidding me. Whose orders would those be?” He knew I wouldn’t believe that, but his face was dead serious. He looked at me and said “my Masters orders, Mr. Hughes” “No, no no way am I believing any of this. You are just trying to cover your ass.” ”I’m not. Don’t believe me, you can ask master yourself. He is downstairs waiting.” I couldn’t believe it. I stormed out and went downstairs so to the living room to call his bluff but there was Mr. Hughes in the living room and he just said “happy birthday bud! Sit down, I got you some gifts. I wanted to say more but was at a lose. Dad came right behind me and they sat me down between them on the couch. Mr Hughes told me to just calm down and listen in a stern voice. He looked at me with my dad just smiling. Mr. Hughes said to me “your father has been my slave for years son. And I know this is a lot but it makes him happy obeying me. And he tells me you were out jacking off to him. That’s a good thing. And yes, he was fucking Johnny. But this was my orders for both of them. And Alex, this may be hard but I promise I wasn’t gonna leave you out of our big family. I looked at dad who was smiling and put his hand on my shoulder. Dad said to me “Alex, I’m sorry if your hurt right now. But I have been so happy being a slave the past 5 years now. And I know I’ve been hiding it, but your father is a obedient faggot for Mr Hughes. And it makes me happy. I’m his property. My cock, my ass, my mouth, my body, your dad is a gay slave and wants you to know that coming out to your dirty old man…it made me a proud father.” “ it made me proud to hear too” said Mr. Hughes. I was so lost and hurt, but they both saw the one thing that made this talk worst…I was rock hard still. Dad told me I need to relax and went to the kitchen while Mr Hughes told me how he met caught dad sucking off random men at the truck stop bathroom stalls just 15 minutes away. He said “your father was sucking guy after guy after guy and put on a fucking concert with how loud he was. Thankfully no cops were there to bust him.” As he was telling me how good a natural slut my dad is, dad came back with a tray. They both looked at me grinding. I told them I was confused why Johnny wasn’t telling me anything, and Mr Hughes just looked at me point blank responding “cus he’s also my slave Alex.” I slowly started to ask “so you and Johnny…” Mr Hughes cut ,e off saying “yup, I fuck my boy. And you know what, he’s loved it since his birthday too!” I sat on the couch and with a confused look mr Hughes just said “let’s just celebrate damnit, it’s your birthday.” He then asked “have you ever tried pot?” My dad just laughed saying “my son hasn’t tried anything fun ever master.” Mr Hughes looked at me and said “well boy your gonna try something better.” He took a weird pipe and a wired lighter, ignited it and put it to his mouth. Before I could say anything Mr Hughes put the lighter and pipe down , grabbed my face and blew strong smoke in my moth. It hit really hard. I felt like I was coughing my lungs out, but also felt tingly and even more horny. Dad then took the pipe, lit it, blew smoke in my lungs without me being able to react, and said “this is your new family son. I won’t hurt you boy…unless master tells me too. And you know something, I think you like what we just did.” Before I could answer dad grabbed my face and kissed me with no smoke. I was so confused and shocked at what has just happened…but I didn’t stop him. It felt good actually. He kissed me like Johnny used to…like a lover. His tongue even met mine. And when he parted from my mouth he just said “don’t deny yourself, you want me now don’t you? You want your father.” ‘Of course he does” said mr Hughes Just as he said that mr Hughes kissed me. And I didn’t bother deny it either. Something unlocked in me. They started kissing me, putting more smoke in my mouth, then started to undress me saying that my body is so fine and delicious. I asked finally “what is going on and what are we smoking. Dad smiled and said to me “You are now letting out your true self. And that’s T son, which obviously you want more of. All I could do was nod. They showed me how to light the pipe and how to breath in when the smoke just started to fill the round end. They told me to take big hits. They told me to take off my underwear which somehow I just noticed was the last thing I was wearing. I did as told and not gonna lie it felt good too. They both kept grinning and started kissing me all over together. Mr Hughes said “ you are finally celebrating your birthday as you should son. If you want more, you must call me master. I know you want more t. Your starting to love iT. Now, say it. Say what you have to call me.” I just looked at dad who hooded. Looked back at Mr Hughes and said softly…”yes master.” Mr Hughes…or master started grabbing my dick and saying “ that’s right my new slave. You can do it for the t but soon enough you will obey for your natural desire too. Like your dad here. And just like your dad, you will do as I say. Now on your knees slave. NOW.” I couldn’t think straight with how high and horny I have become. We all were naked, smoking a strange pi-e, and I instinctively got on my knees in front of the both now nude dads. My dad was hairy everywhere and overweight, but still a sexy man. Master was what appeared to be a body builder. But both had fat thick cocks. Dads was still growing hard, but masters was already 8 inches long and erect. Mine was super soft but somehow I didn’t care. And what’s weirder, I thought of mr Hughes as a master with how hot I felt. Was he right, I’m gonna be a slave…I liked it. Master looked at me and said “you will please us.but first you must show you have so,e skills. Suck your fathers semi hard cock. He has a bit of t dick, but his own son sucking his cock should do the trick. Do it slaves.’ Before I could react, dad did first listening to master Hughes. He grabbed my head and forced my face into his cock. I somehow instinctively knew to just swallow like I haven’t before. I opened my mouth and just began to consume dads cock. He felt how dry my mouth was and took me off his sick after only about a minute and spit in my mouth. Said to continue to suck now that there’s moisture. While this was happening master Hughes was rubbing dads nipples hard. Squeezing them and telling me ‘I’m so happy to see father and son be obedient slaves, just like they were meant to be.” dads cock was growing more and more. I started to gag. But he never let go of my mouth. Told me to not disappoint and breath through my nose when directed. Dad then asked master Hughes if I could breath to which he said ‘yes slave may let his son take a sec to breath through his nose. While I sat with dad now hard dick in my mouth trying to find airway to breath in my nostrils, master Hughes slapped his hard cock on my face. Told me “I will be rougher and better, don’t you worry boy.” Thorn he said ‘ok, your boy gets to take a breather from his mouth.” But as soon as my mouth was free, they put the pipe right back in. More t was lit into my lungs. And I started moaning after breathing out big white clouds and coughs. They both smiled with huge grins. Then master Hughes told me he wants a turn. But master Hughes wasn’t easy. I immediately was gagging from his 8 inch hard dick going hard fucking my throat. I almost threw up. But he saw and slowed down to make sure I wasn’t puking on his cock he told me. He then said ‘my son says your just ok at blowjobs, which is why we are gonna make you better. I forgot all about Johnny. But shit, i didn’t care right now. I was loving this. As I continued to be throat fucked, dad started rubbing my hole, feeling it with his fingers. Then master Hughes told him to get behind me. And one second after master Hughes just said “go right ahead, father should start first.” Dad took masters orders, saying yes master, and began licking my asshole. I was in heaven. His tongue flicked my hotness hungry hole and I muffled moans through masters cock. He took my mouth off his cock, then putting it on his pierced 2 gauged nipples said “suck my nipple slave. You were born to be a fucking slut. Just like Johnny. And just exactly like your father. And now I want to hear it. Are you my slave Alex? Tell me!” My dad so turned in was moaning muffled and load. Dad loved this. Master Hughes loved this…I loved this. I was allowed off Mr Hughes nipple and said ‘Yes Master, I am your slave now too.’ ‘Master looked at me and said “I’ve been planning this since I first had your father begging on his knees at the truck stop. One suck and he was addicted, then I fucked his ass hard and raw. And here’s the thing boy. I did this to Johnny on his 18th. He was addicted instantly too. And now you are mine as well. Now we will do bigger and betterMaster then told dad to bump my hole. I was told to stay on all fours while dad first lobbed my ass and forced his fingers in rough and hard. It felt like there was something else there. Dad said” I put shards up his ass master, what now?” ‘We show him our insignia. They both stood as the shards burned my asshole. I saw my dad show me his ass and master his back. Dad said “our tattoos look hot, right son? ‘ It looked strange. Master told me we are nasty men indeed. He said ‘these are biohazard symbols. Your father and master are poz slave and you will be too.” As he finished dad went back down and fingered my hole ,ore and said “the shards have fully dissolved. How do you feel son?’ ‘Like I’m out of control.” I was moving non stop, soft as fuck but hornier then ever before. Master told me”one rule with us or anyone you ever meet, there is no condoms. We are all bareback. That means any man who wants you must only fuck you skin to skin. You must say no to condoms. If they have any disease you beg for it. This is our meaning of biohazard.And you will comply, obey, and thrive in this slave.” I was squirming just feeling dads fingers in my hole. I tried to suck masters cock. He backed away. He said “there’s one more thing we must introduce you too. First we want you to beg. Beg to be poz. Beg to be mine and thus your fathers. DO YOU OBEY…FOR LIFE SLAVE?’ I couldn’t stop but want more, couldn’t stop pushing my hole into dads fingers which kept increasing. So I thought. Is this what I want…’yes! I comply. I will obey. Yes father. Yes master. Poz me.” Then master instructed me to lie on the couch and hold out my arm. My dad made out with me and then said “I’m so proud of you son. You are just like me.” I saw master bring a needle. I got a little scared but they both told me I will be ok. To close my eyes. I did as instructed. I felt something wrap my arm, something else whipping my arm at my veins, and master said ‘you don’t have to fear. Just a pinch and you will love it all.” With my eyes clothes I felt the pinch of the needle, a few seconds go by quick, then master said ‘complete.’ I coughed, the needle was out, and I growled like never before. They both said ‘well done faggot.” Master then went behind me, put lube on his cock and started entering my raw ass with his cock it was huge but somehow not painful. I moaned so loud ‘FUUUUUUUUCK MASTER, YES MASTER”. His cock kept going further and further. Meanwhile dad held my face and said ‘ just like me, you love obeying everything your told. ‘I do dad, I love it.’ Master kept sliding till his entire dock was inside. Master started pumping and moaning. He then spanked my ass hard and it hurt. He wasn’t slow once it was all in. He was ruthless. To;d me ‘let the t corrupt you. Take my toxic dick.’ Dad looked like he was evil watching and holding me. He said “master has trained me to top and bottom whenever and with anyone. You are masters slave like me son.’ Master kept fucking and fucking my raw hole. I was flying. Loving this. Precumming everywhere. When all of a sudden master said “switch slave.” Without a beat he plopped out of my beat up hole. Dad switched spots while master said “it’s only natural your father breeds his toxic spunk in his sons tweaked body first.” Master then grabbed his phone and recorded as my own father stuck his dick inside me. My already open used ass was a natural glove for dads raw dick. His veiny dick and big stomach pounding my ass and thighs felt incredible. He said “I’ve been fucking your boyfriend every chance I get. By ordered from Master Hughes of course. But also because I wanted it. I didn’t care he was your boyfriend. He even loves tucking your old man son. We were so tweaked. But even without t he has taken the entire towns cocks. Just like I have. Just as instructed by master. You know what, I loved every second. And you do too now, don’t you.’ ‘Of course your boy does slave!’ My dad said ‘fucking good master.” I looked at them both. Dad plowing me while master sticks his cock in front of me still recording. I just say ‘I understand now…and happy that you fucked Johnny too.” Right there and then dad started going faster, and faster, and groaned so loud…dad breeded my ass. Raw. With his poz load. They switched again, master stopped recording, then put his pulsing raw dick in my freshly cum loaded asshole and came instantly. “Staying inside me master said ‘your father and I are toxic, which means we are gifting you to become poz like us. All I coyld say was “ yes master, yes father. I understand my purpose now. Please enslave me.” Dad looked at me and said “I really do love you son.’ Master finished with ‘as I love my son too. Speaking of, he will love this video of you cheating on him with us both. With anyone we say. How does that sound. And I said “yes father, yes master, whatever you command I obey. my first attempt at a story. Let me know if you want me to continue. Or pointers.

Trucker at rest stop. He saw me checkin' out the truckers as I walked by them all to see if any dudes were lookin for some ass. Grabbed my junk a few times to get anyone's attention, and finally one trucker seemed to take notice. I pretended to drop something, bent over in front of his truck, trying to let him know my ass was horny for more cock. Aw yeah, I was still dripping from the 2 loads I took just before, had a huge wet stain on the outside of my pants right on my ass, totally noticeable. The trucker got out and started walking towards the service area, rubbing his package as he went by. I got turned on when I saw his bulge, and that he looked rugged, masculine, like a real man in heat needing to breed. Looked to be in his early-mid 30's, white, facial hair, no shirt, black leather vest, opened, big arms, tattoos, worn jeans w/ precum on his bulge which got my ass horny as fuck! And I followed the sounds of his boots as he quickly walked to the station. Went in bathroom, some young jock was takin a piss. The trucker stood right next to him and whipped out his fat fock and started pissing in the urinal next to him. I wasn't sure where this was going, but now my heart was started to beat pretty hard. There were only 2 urinals, so I pretended to be washing my hands at the sink but was watching the 2 of them the whole time. The trucker kept lookin at the punk w/ no reservations about it. I was impressed but a little uncomfortable until the kid looked over at him, I think he even looked down at his cock! The trucker finished b4 the punk, and while he stood there shakin' it off, I went into a stall. He wasted no time. My knees were on the floor instantly and he was ramming his hammercock down my throat. He was forceful, but I expected him to be. He pushed me off his dick, zipped up, walked out of the stall and signaled me to leave by pointing w/ his thumb, which I knew meant, "C'mon, bitch, this way." The young jock kid was at the sink watching us. I followed him back to his truck. Hopped up in his cab, and from there he took over. He didn't even want me to suck him off anymore. He just instantly grabbed me, spun me around, ripped my jeans down exposing my ass, and told me to give him my ass. Which I did. He called me a few more names while drillin his thick bare dick up my hole. "You like that, huh pig? It was hot as fuck. Then he really started fucking the hell out of my ass, push my face down in the seat, and told me he was about to feed me his load, "I'm not pulling out. Gonna dump my fucking load up your ass, slut." That got me moaning pretty loud. He slapped me around a bit pushing my head harder into the seat and began to moan as he slammed his whole body into my rear, thrusting his big dick further up my hole than he had gotten yet. Felt his dick throb and swell like 5 times as he blew his load deep up my gut... Kicked me out of his truck before i had time to pull up jeans. Went home feeling like a wet sloppy cumfucked raped victim. Oh and the young jock hotty, well I'll let you know how that went later. Let's just say he enjoyed cruising the rest stop that night, too. Need someone to catch this shit on camera sometime! Fuck.

43 taken from guys I knew, 89 from ransoms but saw their, 76 anon. Total of 208 loads in my ass

Any piss play is nice and piggy and nasty. But drinking it just gives it that over the top piggy feeling. If you're a true pig whore. You'll drink

I find this post baffling. Are we to believe that this quality you complain about is exclusive to bottoms? As we say in NYC, FOH. Bottoms, how many times have you been asked to be ass up and face down? How many times have you been reduced to some cartoonish body part? If anything, this is a part of the bareback culture, and like barebacking itself, it has its time and place. You wanna get to know me and for me to know you? Let's go on a date. If you want a hot piece of ass from a bitch in heat, call me. I might be in the mood.

Poz. Currently not on meds.

Less of a seminal moment but more of a culmination of moments... Back when breakdancing was a thing we'd unroll peices of linoleum at break and lunchtime practice and show off moves. I remember one of the lads who was a better dancer came back from holiday to Florida and had a pair of Nike Hitops ho brought there. He claimed they were the reason he could do various moves so well, so one lunchtime I asked him to let me have a try, so I laced on his hitops and unexpecedly, it made me feel so good wearing them. That I think was the initiating moment. I also have incredibly focused intense friendships - probably a autistic spectrum thing - they were innocent - not at all sexual and I think that was also the beginning of the path for me. Time passed and I recall in my mid to late teens I was pushed to go to baptist church sunday school and the teenage 'christian endeavour' group. The way the group worked was everyone took turn to organise an evening's discussion, sutdies, or activities. One particular evening was organised by one of the lads who was in my year at 6th Form - he was one of those boys who was just good at everything they did - I think he was even Head Boy. I recall the evening was a discussion on avoiding teenage temptations - and started as a lecture in abstinance, but then rather quickly he started going on about the sins of being gay and delivered that part of the lecture staring right at me, spewing all kinds of vitriol. Everything fell into place for me at that moment. Hidden feelings, desires, internal conflicts all popped into focus and made sense. Somehow he'd seen through me and I knew what I hadn't figured out yet... and I guessed I'd been sussed out at that point. I never went back figuring I wasn't welcome. Since I was 18 at the time I was soon to leave to go to University, so my disappearance went almost unnoticed. Looking back, I wonder if part of the reason he sussed me so easily was because he saw a reflection of something he recongnised in himself? In parallel to this I was at an all-boys grammar school. It wasn't what you might expect - back in the late 80's early 90's it was a very hostile place to be openly gay. I am not aware anyone was, at the time. There was no support, and people generally supported Thatcher's Section 28. I rememeber we had someone come in to talk to us about HIV/AIDS from Terrance Higgins Trust and he got booed and jeered so much they abandoned it. Looking back a there were five of us that were friends - none of us were open about who we were or what we might feel but it turns out that in later life we all had something in common we didn't realise. The first I bumped into in Balans Soho. He was a waiter there. Others popped up over the years on gaydar.co.uk when that was a thing, and others I've met up at reunions and even job interviews. Strange how we all gravitated together but never revealed our true selves to each other. Oddly I recall we had someone in our year who was very disruptive - punishment didn't work and he was often exluded. He didn't really have any friends and wasn't violent towards other students or staff... just attention seeking, destructive and distruptive. They brought a therapist and as part of his therapy, he had to pick three students who he trusted to observe, feedback and help him. The three guys he picked... all of us it turned out were from that group of five. Looking back it really makes me wonder... Grammar School was very competitive academically and in sport - and there was a strong emphasis on Rugby and Gymnastics. I was far from an athlete and much more at home in the computer science and engineering labs. I remember trying to get out of having to do rugby practice or athletics by 'forgetting' my kit. I figured if you didn't have your kit, you can't play. If you had one of the softer games masters, you'd get sent to the Library. But two out of the three games masters were ex-army and seemd to be sadisic.. Generally their approach was that you had to pick some kit from the lost property box and carry on... It was likely unwashed, and not quite the right size, so it made you stand out and get picked on. So this idea of forgetting kit was not great... but it triggered something. I kinda enjoyed wearing other lad's kit and not knowing who's it was. The humiliation wasn't that good, but at least for a moment I had people's attention. At the time it was negative but I got a kick out of it somehow. The gamechanger for me was when one of the guys I was in engineering class with and had a secret crush on had rugby in the morning and offered to lend me his kit for my afternoon rugby session to avoid the humiliation of wearing lost property. I believe it was totally born out of purely innocent good intentions on his part. Initially at least, he didn't realise the effect on me - and the bonus was at lunchbreak he played in it again, and he took it off moments before giving it to me, so it was warm and filled with his fresh pheromones. I think, in that moment my gearfetish was born. It became a regular thing on Wednesdays that he'd play in the morning and at lunchtime, and in the afternoon I'd borrow his kit and play in it in the afternoon. After a while, he even got a little bit flirtatious sometimes, but never led to anything. What became of him I don't really know: I never bumped into him again but thanks for FriendReunited (remember that?), I understand he got married, had a family, kids, etc. So all this was hidden... and definetly not out in the open. Fast forward a few years and I'm in the final year of my masters degree. Still hiding in plain sight. But then I discovered IRC (Internet Relay Chat - a bit like Discord) and there were a lot of student run channels. In particular #uk-poofs was a very friendly channel - and unlike the social media internet today had one foot in reality. The channel had regular meet-ups and parties. I lurked to start with, then started to engage, met a couple of guys on a 1-1 basis and then and went to my first party in Finchley, north London. Fromt there I made friend who took me to places and I discovered 79CXR, The Anvil, the Sauna in Lavender Hill and Play Pit. And from there it's only gotten more interesting.... So here I am today.

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Part 11: Skipping School I slept until noon. I was exhausted and hungry from my two day cock binge. When I got up and went downstairs I ran into another guy. He greated me and introduced himself as Nick's roommate Adam. I made small talk for a bit and eventually decided I could go for an afternoon fuck, although it kinda felt like it was still morning to me. I knocked something of a table and made sure he could see my new tattoo as I bent down to retrieve it. I was a bit disappointed when he didn't make a move. I made a few suggestive comments that he either missed or ignored. I finnally gave up and told him I was getting a cab to take me home and to thank Nick for helping me out. I called a cab and sat with Adam while I waited. I was starting to feel a bit awkward when he asked if I wanted a blowjob while I waited. I was a bit surprised by how forward he was about it. I told him that I preferred to be fucked. "We'll I'm a bottom" he said "so that's not gonna work." "Then I guess I could go for a blowjob" I said He dropped to his knees and began throating my cock. He was pretty good and it definitely helped pass the time as I waited for my driver. As soon as the cab arrived I thanked Adam for the head and slipped out. I asked the driver to bring me to a a box store that was a 10 minute walk from the place where daddy had agreed to pick me up at 3pm. It was around 1:30 when I got dropped off. I picked out some new clothes that fit me better than than the ones Nick had loaned me. After a quick change in the bathroom, I walked to my pickup spot and waited. Daddy picked me up and as usual I sucked his cock on the ride to his house. He parked in the garage and we got out and went to the living room. He poured a pair of drinks we chatted for a bit as we drank. I'd barely had anything to eat over the prior days, just a small snack here and there. As a result the alcohol made me light headed very quickly. Since he had a rule about me fucking other guys without his permission, I decided I didnt want him to see the ANAL SLUT tattoo on my lower back. He poured us each a second drink and directed me to follow him. He then led me upstairs for the first time. The master bedroom was very nicely furnished and quite large. To hide the tattoo, I sat on the edge of the edge of the bed facing him as I undressed and quickly slipped under the covers. He finished undressing and dimmed the lights before walking around and climbing into the bed on the otherside. He was laying on his back with his arms behind his head. I rolled over and put my arm across his him, resting my head on his chest. He lowered one of his arms, resting it on my backside. We stayed in bed, cuddled up together, for about a half hour. I kissed on his chest as I lowered my hand to begin massaging his flaccid cock. As his cock began to grow in my hand I slid further under the covers kissing on his body the whole way down. I continued to stroke his cock as I reached his pelvis. I gave his cock a good lick from the base to the head and repositioned myself between his legs. I began working his cock with my mouth. I thought about how much I gaged the first time he pushed the head into my throat. Now I had no trouble taking the whole thing. I enjoyed the feeling of it pulsing and getting harder in my throat. My blowjob skills had greatly improved and he seemed almost paralyzed as I gave him one of the best sloppy blowjobs I'd ever given. I sucked his cock for over 20 minutes before he finnally grabbed the back of my head and began to take control. He had hold of my hair and was fucking my throat like it was sextoy. He was pushing deeper and faster than I was used to, but I was still managing. He pushed me down all the way and held me in place. He didnt let up until I finnaly gagged a bit. I think he wanted to hear me gag on his cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and started rocking his hips and he slammed his cock in and out of my throat. This was now the hardest throating I'd ever done. I manged another 10 minutes without gagging. I noticed that it seemed like he was getting frustrated. I thought maybe he liked the way it felt when I choked and gagged while he was in my throat. Or maybe he just preferred guys who didn't act like where's. I stopped trying to hold back my gag reflex and began to cough and gag as he fucked my throat. Daddy started to seem like was really enjoying himself. I felt he was getting close to cumming and pulled away. I slid myself up to saddle him and lowered my ass onto his cock. It felt good to ride him and I got lost in the feeling as I bounced on his hard cock. I started to rub my cock and after a few minutes olof grinding, shot my load onto his chest. As I finished cumming he began to moan and flooded my ass with seed. I maintained my position but leaned forward to lick my cum off his body. He stayed hard and I held him inside me while I cleaned up all of the cum I had shot onto his chest. After my dismount, I licked his cock clean and returned to the position we had started from, with my head resting on his chest. We stayed in the bed until it was time for him to bring me back to the meeting spot. He dropped me off and, after a while,m y mom picked me up and brought me home. She did ask where I had been over the weekend. I assume that she figured I stayed with a friend. I think she knew I had been getting into 'trouble.' Although her idea of trouble was minor rule breaking, like having beers with my friends. To be continued...

chapter 5: I wake up but I can’t see anything, and I can’t seem to move my arms or legs, plus my asshole feels sore and feels like it’s leaking something wet. I realize I’m blindfolded and on my back, but not on a bed but some kind of swing or sling. I suddenly feel a protrusion at my hole and the poor thing offered no resistance, what feels like a dick just slides right in and the sounds it makes are so fucking sloppy as it fucks me. “Nasty little whore!” The man grunts as he pounds me hard for a final three pumps. This repeats for what feels like an hour, just dick after dick in varying sizes pumping my hole full of cum and calling me depraved thing like cumslut, cumwhore, cumdump, cumpig, everything with the word cum infront of it. And I feel my insides flooded with with cum, just churning and sloshing around inside me as I’m used and abused past what I can handle, often leaking out good amounts of cum around the dicks that are inside of me. Eventually I hear a door close and a lock turn. “How’s the cumdump whore?” Zach says. After a moment of silence I realize he must be talking to me. “Please let me down Zach I can’t take anymore.” *SLAP* He slaps my face and my blindfold slides a little. He then takes it off as he says, “You call me sir, you fucking got it!?” And as he takes off my blindfold I see the light from a camera to the side. “Yessir sorry sir.” I mumble. I notice I’m still at the bathhouse but not in that same room I started in, there’s not a bed in this room. “Do you know how many loads you just took cumwhore?” Zach says with an evil grin on his face. “No sir I don’t.” “Poor little slut got fucked so much he couldn’t keep count huh? I know that’s just how you like it. Now say thank you Luke.” My eyes widen in panic, I don’t want to say thank you on camera especially after he just used my name! But I know the consequences so I hesitantly say, “Thank you sir.” “Thank you for what, cumdump Luke?” “Thank you for all the loads.” I don’t know what he wanted me to say but I gave it my best guess. “Get ready for your last one.” Zach steps inbetween my legs and slides his hard dick into my wrecked and sloppy hole. He instantly starts pounding with everything he has, my hole responding with leaking dollops of cum and making sloppy ass sounds. “That’s the sound of a good fucking whore!” Zach says. “Can’t even take my dick without pushing out cum to make room!” He then grabs my rock hard dick, something I wasn’t even aware of until this moment and starts jacking it furiously. “Is that enough cum for you slut? Are you able to get off now that almost everyone in the bathhouse has used you?” My mind goes blank, I didn’t realize I was this close to cumming and it’s gonna be a big one. I start to shoot load after load onto my chest moaning from how good the relief feels. “FUUUUCKING FAGGOT!” Zach shouts as he pounds me rough as hell for a few moments absolutely churning and sloshing what I used to know as my straight virgin asshole, and he grabs the camera and aims it at my face and body getting the load I just shot all over myself then pans to his dick in my ass as he shoots the final load of the night up inside me. His dick coated in strangers cum, he pulls out swiftly and my hole gushes out cum like a waterfall. “DAAAAAAAMN Luke!” He slaps his cummy dick on my now gaping cummy hole. “You live up to your name as Luke the Cumdump for sure! Maybe I’ll just leave you here and come get you tomorrow.” He says as he aims the camera at my now panicking face. “No sir please don’t! I’ll be good, I’ll even let you fuck me again! Just don’t leave me here please!” Still recording he picks up something from the floor and unlocks and walks out the door. I’m almost in tears, I don’t want to be stuck here at the mercy of random men all night. But a few minutes later Zach comes back in with the camera turned off. “Chill out, I’m not gonna leave you here.” I let out a huge sigh of relief. “But I do have something I want you to see.” He says with a devilish grin. He lets me out of my restraints and it takes a second for my legs to remember how to work. Zach helps me put on my cheetah panties and plug but by the time we get the plug in my hole my panties are already soaked with cum in the back and some is dripping down my legs. Zach makes a point to take a few pictures saying little remarks like, “Fucking nasty” and “Damn whore.” Then he asks, “Are you ready for your surprise?” I gulp nervously, “Yes sir.” “Alright then let’s get you home.” As we walk out into the hallway I see immediately what my surprise is and my heart drops into my stomach, it would drop further if it could. Because on the walls every couple of feet were the pictures of me from my earlier package, all with sharpie writings like: ‘Cumslut in sling room taking loads’, ‘Cumwhore desperate for dick and cum in sling room’, ‘Cumdump needs to be filled to the max, find me in the sling room’, and many variations like those. I felt so ashamed as I passed by so many guys who were giving me compliments on my slutty hole, how good it felt, how sloppy it was, what a whore I am. I looked over at Zach and he was loving every second of it, fucking asshole, I hate him. When we get to the entrance he hands me my clothes and says get dressed and wait here. He returns with all the pictures, thank god I was afraid we were gonna leave them. “It’s getting late, about time I get you home.” When I get home it’s around 10:00 Pm. My dad is watching TV in the living room, but he obviously heard the front door open cause he’s turned and looking my way. “Hey kid you ready for bed?” Oh fuck I forgot I was sleeping in his bed tonight. “Yeah let me just shower first.” “Use the master bathroom then, I’ll be up in a second.” FINALLY I was gonna be able to wash all this filthy cum off of me, I smelt more like a whore house than I did a whore. When I got to the master bathroom I turned on the shower and started taking off my clothes facing away from the door. But as I was pulling my pants down my brother walked in. “I thought I heard a faggot.” “What do you want? I’m about to shower.” But when he didn’t respond I turned around to see what was up, the little fucker had his phone out! “Stop recording me you little shit!” I lunged at him but he ran out the door and I was too tired to chase him. I go back to where I was and start slowly working the plug from out of my hole, it slides out with a *slurp* and plops onto the ground. “Holy hell,” I hear from behind me. “Dad!?” I go to turn around but his hands are already at my hips. He guides me to the sink and bends me over it, “You’ve clearly made room for one more load, your fucking teammates are fucking lucky if you’re putting out this much!” I feel his large dick poking at my aching gaped hole. “Maybe you are a faggot son, and on top of that you’re a slut but I guess that’s okay cause from now on we can take care of each other.” “But dad I-“ “No buts! Truth be told I’m really you’re step-dad but I wasn’t planning on telling you. Your brother, he’s mine though. So from now on no buts! Unless it’s this slutty fucking ass!” I don’t even have time to think before he gives me a really hard spank, leaving a handprint on my cheek. “FUUUCK OUCH!” I yell. “Shut up slut, you don’t want the neighbors to find out do you?” He pulls down my cum soaked panties and stuffs them in my mouth. “Don’t spit them out unless you want 100 more swats like that one” He pushes his big dick into my hole and I start to whimper, it hurts because I’ve been used so much already but mainly because his dick is just so big that I can feel it stretching me out. A good amount of cum leaks around and onto his dick, “Fuuuuuuck you’re such a slut son, I’m not gonna hold back since you can clearly take it.” And he really doesn’t hold back but I notice my dick get hard. “Yeah I can tell you like that boy, go ahead and jerk off!” For the first time I start to pleasure myself while getting fucked and my dad starts to fuck me softer, “That’s it boy, I’m gonna let you cum first, there you go son.” As he slows down and I start jerking off and it actually starts to feel good. I feel my cum building up and I surprise myself by moaning softly. My dad grabs my hips firmly and starts pumping a little harder, but still slowly. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” I say as I suddenly start shooting my load into the sink, “Me too boy!” My dad says as he pumps hard for a final few thrust then pulls out of my ass and cum leaks down my legs. I’m surprised when suddenly I’m pushed firmly against the sink and I feel my dad licking up the cum dripping down my legs and he starts eating my hole sucking the cum out. I’m seeing stars as I’ve never felt anything like it and I don’t hate it exactly. He slaps my ass a few times while telling me to push out the cum and he sucks it up. After a minute or two I feel his softening dick pressed against my ass and he pulls my hair so my head leans back. He places his mouth against mine and I instinctively start to kiss but he just lets all the cum in his mouth run into mine and it happens so fast I don’t have time to think. He than demands, “Swallow.” And I do without a second thought. “Now you can shower boy, you’ve earned it.” He says with one final slap to my ass. We showered and climbed into bed, we slept on opposite sides of the bed but in the morning I woke up face down with dad on top grinding his dick into my crack. “Goodmorning son, shall we greet the day with some father son bonding?” He says starting to slide into my hole. “Dad I’m not gay!” as I don’t know why I enjoyed last night but I don’t think we should repeat it. “Not gay? You came while I was fucking you! You can keep this roleplay up if you want but I’m fucking you either way.” And he starts pumping furiously until he unloads in my hole, using me like a cheap whore for a quick morning load . “Alright I gotta get dressed and head to work, be a good boy today and serve your teammates as well as you did daddy!” He kisses me on the forehead and hoped in the shower. Just then I got a text from Zach, he had another package for me. Fucking hell. This time I went outside in a robe but I found Zach waiting for me instead of just a package. “Let’s go inside!” He led me up to my room and closed the door. “Get naked and bend over the bed, I’m gonna use you before I give you my next gift. I don’t even know how to fight him anymore I just give in to his commands. He starts rubbing his dick on my hole when a little bit of cum leaks out. “What’s this? Surely this isn’t leftovers from last night?” I didn’t respond. He spanked my ass hard, “Answer me faggot!” “No it’s not leftovers!” “Then where did this cum come from? Are you being a little slut for one of your neighbors?” I didn’t want to tell him it was my dads cum! “Yessir it’s from a neighbor who saw me retrieving one of your packages.” “Good slut, I like a hole ready to use.” He fucks my pre-lubed hole with no mercy. My hole making nasty sounds as he churns out my dads fresh load. Until finally he grunted and buried himself balls deep, marinating my inside with his familiar load. “Stay like that” so I stay leaning over my bed with my ass sticking out. “Now for your gift,” Zach pulls out a massive dildo. “You’re going to keep this in you all day during school.” “DUDE you’re fucking kidding!!” “Do I look like I’m kidding bitch?” “Zach please-“ Just then my brother walked in, “Hey Luke we gotta- WHAT THE FUCK!” We all kind of stared at each other in silence for a second before my brother said, “What are y’all gonna do with that fucking big dick?” Zach replied casually, “Luke wants to keep it in his pussy all day at school.” My brother laughed and said, “I knew you were a fucking faggot Luke, but Zach I didn’t figure you as the type?” “Nah man I’m just helping out a friend.” I felt frozen I didn’t want to say anything to piss Zach off but I didn’t want my brother to hear me being Zach’s bitch. “Well carry on but we’re running late Luke we gotta leave soon!” “You go ahead I’ll make sure he gets to school,” says Zach. “Alright later!” And my brother leaves. “Now where were we,” said Zach.

I always had crushes on girls and women and never felt that way about guys. I still don't. I was a horny kid, though. Through a set of circumstances I can't mention here, I found that I loved having things in my hole at age 11. In college, I became good friends with a fellow car guy and he eventually came out to me. I didn't think anything of it as it wasn't any big deal to me. I think that planted a seed in my brain as when I went into a porn store, I picked up some gay porn mags out of curiosity, and found I was very turned on. It wasn't until after college when I was married that I tried sex (with a condom) with another married guy. That started my down low hook ups, in which I eventually dropped the condoms. Both my ex-wife and my current GF know that I like sex with guys on occasion, but not how much! Given my experience as a teen (that I can't mention here), it should have been obvious that I would have liked to have been fucked by guys, but it never entered my thoughts until my friend came out to me. I sure wish it had and wonder what my life would have been like if, like many here, I hooked up with men as a teen.

In what I'm telling there is NOTHING sexual but from there I felt I loved body contact with guys, rather than girls. I failed once at school and cried in disappointment, I was 12, and dad took me in his arms. The man I call dad, my mother's second husband, the one who conceived me I call him my sperm donor as he damaged me in many ways. No matter... Dad held me and I felt safe for the first time in life. Then afterwards, i was 15 and noticed to feel sex excitement looking at men, but as many people might do, I thought "it's a phase". Till I met the guy who later became my first date ever, at first he was my best friend. We were 16 and he just discovered to have leukaemia. In that moment, that embrace I felt a chemistry I never had with a girl. And the more family said "it's because you haven't found the right woman yet", the more I confirmed to myself who I preferred to stay with. Even if, with that fear of AIDS it was in 90s, I feared anal sex like no other. That first date went on with kisses, cuddles, cinema and nothing more as fear was mutual. Till his illness became more serious and he died. I then had sex with a couple girls and yes, I enjoyed sex but no love from there. Girls do not disgust me at all, but I have learnt that only a man knows how to satisfy another man. I don't hide or deny it then, first anal experience was at my age of 21, bottom. As a top I experienced it later. If only I had the open mind of now! Currently I have discovered that sexuality can be satisfied by all body, penis is just one part; but the concept of "sides verse" was not yet considered at that time; it was already difficult to be accepted as homo or bisexual.

If I were you, I'd let him know. Married men are the hottest. They try to keep the secret. If you're attracted to him and he's a good fuck, he can just come to you for a blowjob or a fuck instead of going elsewhere. Plus, it cuts down on him maybe catching something from all the other guys. I don't know your status, I didn't check. Still, if he's there and willing.

I always enjoy your stories, 1981Virginia. So fucking hot!

There's a sex position that I love and have done a few times, with me 69ing one guy with both of us pissing a bit in each other's mouths as two tops bareback fuck us, pissing in our assholes, with ass to mouth while still pissing. It winds up with the tops breeding us both, and with both of us cumming in each other's mouths and swallowing of course. Is there a name for that position? Do others here like doing that, (and there's plenty of rimming and later felching as well).

If we are at the same sex club or orgy taking all cocks in a public play space, I'm going to fuck you. I may not fuck you for long, but I'm going to want to sample your hole for a few strokes.

fucking hot story! definitely want to read more. hope chapter 3 is coming.

Moved to a new city, finally opened up Grindr to see what messages I got the past few days. A lot more horny and available guys in my new city. I drove to a coffee shop to get a bite to eat and a drink. Before I got out of my car, in comes a new message. Of course being the eager slut I am I checked. It was a sexy Black guy, my favorite type: tall, skinny, lanky. From experience they have the thickest, biggest dicks. I wasn't disappointed. We swapped pics, and he said he works at a hotel. Funny enough, it's the hotel next to the coffee shop lol. He said we can do it in a lobby bathroom; handicapped stall is completely enclosed from the rest of the bathroom with its own locking door. Perfect! I got out of my car, and walked straight to the hotel. Bathroom was past the front desk in center of lobby. Unrelated, the employee working the desk was sexy as hell; another Black man I was hoping would get nosy, follow, and join. Alas, he didn't. Luckily no one was in the bathroom, so I immediately went into the handicap bathroom, shut the door, and messaged the guy. He was down in not even 2 minutes. Man, what a bod. Toned, 6 pack, beautiful nips to suck ... and his dick. Thick, big about 8.5 inches. Soft, it was a good 6 inches. He dropped his pants, and I immediately started sucking his juicy dick. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me. I started to choke ... he simply fucked harder. He busted a huge load in my mouth, I eagerly swallowed it all. He spun me around and pushed me to the ground, face first. Made me arch my back, really putting my ass in the air. He rimmed me real good, getting that tongue deep in my hole. We were both quietly moaning. He stopped rimming after a good 3 minutes ... I knew what was coming. Without even asking if I were okay with raw, he spat on his dick and slid in. I haven't had time to hookup at all the last couple of years, so I am tight. He didn't care lol. Once he got the head fully in, he simply pulled back on my hips and slammed the rest of his thick dick inside me. All I could do is moan ... my hole simply opened up, just enough, for him to fully enter me balls deep. My goodness, was my hole gripping that dick. He was pounding me hard and fast, grunting and moaning. Pulled back on my hair. Choked me. Whispered in my ear he is gonna breed me. He then slammed my face onto the floor, I was pushing my ass up and back on his dick ... I didn't want it to end, it was feeling so damn great! After about another minute, I hear him get short breaths, grunt ... slam so hard into me I fell flat on the ground. His body weight just followed and he was grinding that dick deep as I felt his thick dick throb and unload. He pulled out after sucking my neck real good, marking me with multiple hickeys. I sucked his dick clean, moaning at the flavors of my ass and his cum. We are a complete match ... traded numbers, and agreed to hookup again. I can tell he'll be my first regular. He left the bathroom first and I waited a few minutes so as not to arouse suspicion. lol well, that employee at front desk? He smirked as I walked by, and juggled his dick. Hopefully he'll follow me into the bathroom next time ... So I went to the coffee shop after this, got my bite to eat and drink. When I got up to leave ... some of the guy's cum went through my boxers and basketball shorts and onto the chair lol.

A couple of nights ago at The Vault in London. It was naked only cruise night. I arrived late so it was busy. I stripped off except for my boots and headed for the dark room. I bent other the bench and presented my ass. Soon I was being felt up and fingered and then a hard cock was being shoved up my hole.I didn't see who was fucking me but he pumped me for a few minutes but pulled out without loading me. A bit later another cock was filling my hole. He was bigger and rode me hard. HBe was grunting and I gripped his cock with my asshole as tight as I could. It was worth it cuz he shot his load deep inside me and let all the other tops know he was seeding me. That made them more interested in my ass cuz I'd now been seeded. The next bloke fucked and loaded me quick. I was on the bench for over an hour and several(I think 7) men bred my hole. Whatever the number, my ass was dripping cum. I ended the night on my knees sucking cock. I only swallowed 2 loads but one of em was a big sweaty bear with a thick cock who flooded my mouth with sperm.

can't wait for more. love this story.

public bathrooms in universities, department stores, medical education buildings, libraries, forest preserves, front seat of car, bars, baths.

3. Upvote A foot more and he’d reach it. Straining with every fiber in his upper torso he constricted his body tightly against the peg in his left hand, hanging, while his right arm reached far about his head. He knew the hole was there, somewhere. His right hand felt around until the dowel inserted into the recessed hole securely, allowing him to pull his entire one-eighty pounds of hard muscle up to the top of the climbing pegboard. His arms gleamed in sweaty muscle perfection, dripping pearls off his elbows, and he growled out his accomplishment for the others in the gym to hear above the din of the room. He gritted his teeth, biceps flexed to the max, and dropped off the pegs, landing with a thud on the padded gym floor. Steve Reynolds turned up the volume on his earbuds to drown out the gym’s pop music, pounding heavy metal instead inside his skull as he strutted over to the leg press. His head bobbed to the heavy cords and the pounding beat. Before putting forty-five pound plates for his hamstring set, he examined in the mirror what the pegboard had done for his biceps. At five-ten, blond hair parted perfectly down the middle, shoulders cutting against the double heads of his biceps, the mass of his triceps, he couldn’t help but break into a sparkling smile at his reflection. He took out his phone and snapped a pic of his right arm pumped at a right angle. He lifted his perspiration-drenched Glastonbury sweatshirt, the one he’d cut the arm cut off of, and examined his abs. Ripped six-pack abs stood out like a sideways picket fence. Yeah, he’d tap that if given the chance. He swung his ass around and check out his bowling ball cheeks. Coach said he had the face of GQ model with a body of a porn star when coach fucked him silly last year. That motivated him to get to the gym every day without fail over the summer. Wait till the coach had him alone this year. What would he tell him in his ear? He held up his sweatshirt once more, then held up his phone and snapped. The pic was excellent and he immediately shared it to his feed for his countless followers. Having piled several large plates onto the leg press, he was just getting under it when Nick and Zack Demopoulos, the Greek twins, both seniors, both twenty pounds heavier than him, a few inches taller, both hot as shit, stood on either sides of the machine, leaning on the plates, looking down on him. Too big and steely to be swimmers, they were, however, big, fast and as powerful as jaguars on the athletic field, stars both of the school’s soccer team. “You still doing that faggy water volleyball?” Nick said. The only way Steve Reynolds could tell them apart was Nick was the one with the crooked nose from the number of times he had broken it in fights. For twins, they had very different temperaments. Zack was more laid back, Nick much more aggressive. Reynolds didn’t hear what Nick was going on about and flicked out his earbuds. Nick leaned over the machine eyeballing Reynolds, prone on his back, legs sticking up in the air. Nick released the machine’s safety catch and the full weight plus Nick’s overhanging torso bore down on Reynolds. “What’s the matter? You don’t like soccer?” he asked snarling. “Grrrrrr,” grunted Reynolds under the massive weight. He pushed up fiercely, and reinstated the safety catch. “No reason,” he said casually although a bit breathlessly. “Can only do so much with seven classes. Mind?” He pointed at Nick’s elbows to get off the machine. Nick backed off holding his hands in the air, all innocent. Ice wouldn’t melt in that hot mouth of his. The gym was a cacophony of after-class buzzing. Girls strained, moaned and stretched in the mirrors, pairs of boys at the free weights spotted each other, yelling, “You got this, it’s all you!” Plates clanked, footfalls fell heavily on running machines, an overlay of Lady Gaga blared over the loudspeakers, and ESPN commentators analyzed football plays on overhead flatscreens. “Your coach must have some magic spell over you guys,” Zack said, a sliver of white teeth smiling above him. Reynolds pumped out a set of ten reps while Zack continued. “No one ever seems to want to get on any other team once they start under Coach Brandon. What’s the secret, Steve?” Reynolds locked the safety catch again and let his legs drop to his sides, puffing. “Team spirit, what can I say, Zack?” There was something about the twins, some yin-yang that made them so tempting and formidable. Maybe it was how pleasing they were to look at, especially Zack. He had an arm perched above Reynolds revealing a thick mat of black armpit hair, matted down with sweat from his workout. Both the twins had dark brooding features, black curly hair, long eagle-beak noses, Nick’s slightly bent to one side; both had thin dark lips, sensually curved, brows that were big and always furrowed, eyes that glittered black as coal. “Team spirit? Nah,” Zack said, waving a finger back at him. “I say he’s got something on all of you.” He cocked a sly smile at Reynolds. Reynolds though Zack was the more cleaver of the two even though Nick was in honors society studying behavioral psychology, just like he was, whereas Zack slacked off majoring in musical theater. Not for nothing, Zach was a pretty good actor the two musicals he’d seen him in. The major itself, though, made Reynolds have his suspicions about Zack and his proclivities. He thought maybe they aligned with his own bent desires. It was hard to imagine, however, that he and Zack played on the same team with a twin brother like Nick. It was hard to fathom, but man, did the brothers towering above him make fine looking bookends. Reynolds pushed his legs up the fraction of an inch that allowed the safety latch to release. Nick leaned on the plates again adding his weight to frustrate Reynolds. “Looks like you need some juice to get through your sets,” he said. “Too much water between your ears.” Reynolds roared to get his last two leg presses out. He was annoyed but not really pissed. He looked at Zack, who shrugged his shoulders giving him a what-can-I-do-he’s-my-brother look. He glanced back at Nick, a little intrigued. “You got juice?” he asked trying not to look too enticed. “Shit, yeah,” Nick said, twisting his arm around to flex his delt and tricep. Reynolds had to acknowledge they were impressively large. “You don’t get these from just the gym.” Reynolds looked back at Zack. Zack had on a loose string tank so most of his chest was exposed. He flexed his pecs and beneath his chest’s thick pelt of clipped black fur, perfectly chiseled mounds of man-flesh rose like rock mountains. Reynolds was startled by the size and also by the fact that Zack juiced. Nick, he figured, for sure, but Zack took him by surprise. “You have it?” Nick nodded. "Sell it?" Reynolds asked him in a hush voice. Leaning down, Nick joked, “First one’s always free, m’ man.” “Let’s go then,” said Reynolds, getting up from his prone position. “I’ll get my gym bag.” “Nah,” said Zack waving his hand. “Finish your routine, let’s not create a ruckus. Meet us at the Blackbox theater. I have my stuff stashed there. Know where that is?” Reynolds nodded. He was pretty excited not only by the prospects of doing steroids for the first time, but doing steroids with the hot Demopoulos twins. Who knew where this would lead isolated as the Blackbox theater was? Maybe he could get Zack alone at some point and ditch annoying Nick. Or could it lead to a three-way. The brothers left the gym floor, and he finished the rest of his exercises quickly. He grabbed his gym bag out of his locker. The Blackbox wasn’t too far away, down the hall and through an underpass to an old part of the school. Still in his cutoff sweatshirt and shorts, he checked himself out in the full-length mirror at the end of the lockers and approved of what he saw. Lean, sinewy, pumped muscles that soon would be much more enhanced if Nick came through. *** The underpass echoed the squeaks from his shoes as he walked along the grey and white broken tile. There were older parts of the college, sure. Some buildings dated from the late eighteen hundreds. Some structures were built in the early nineteen twenties, thirties and forties. This section, however, was out of the ugly, boring nineteen-sixties. Institutional as a non-descript post office or police station; functional, drab and featureless. The underpass was half-lit with some of the fluorescent tubes removed to save on power, which only amplified the feeling of neglect. Not interesting enough to be spruced up by murals or even decorated with bulletin boards displaying club events; not dilapidated enough to be torn down and started afresh; this section of the school was lost in ennui that was as tangible as dead skin needing to be sloughed off. In the middle of the underpass he spotted a white porcelain drinking fountain. He bent over and twisted its metal knob. It dribbled a weak stream between metal prongs. Still he was thirsty enough to draw loud sips to quench his thirst. His slurps amplified through the empty hallway, and along with the dim light, made the whole passage seem sadly desolate. The Blackbox entrance was around the corner from the underpass. He tested the door and found it open. It was one of the drama departments many theaters, the smallest and most infrequently used, in fact he couldn’t remember a single time it had a production in it over the course of his freshman year. True to its name, when he entered all he found was an empty black painted room void of any chairs or furniture, just a raised stage in the center surround by thick black curtains along all four sides. Zack was fooling around at a lighting board at one end, while Nick was bringing up a couple of grey folding chairs to the center of the platform. Nick was dressed in black slacks and shirt. Zack, at the lighting board, was dressed the same. Two bright spotlights came up as Nick approached the center. He unfolded the chairs meeting Reynolds in the middle under the klieg lights. “You didn’t change,” observed Nick. “Guess he’s excited,” Zack called on his way over to them. He held up an orange-tipped syringe between his fingers. “Uh, so,” Reynolds said sitting across from Nick, a little nervous actually seeing the needle for the first time, “What? You shoot that in my leg or something?” He looked back and forth between the twins’ faces. “That’s what I read you do anyway.” Nick took the needle from Zack, removing the cap. “Nah, first time you gotta mainline it. Works faster,” he said, running a finger over Reynold’s many pronounced veins. “No problem finding a juicy one on you. You pumped ‘em nice. Gonna get you right here.” He held Reynolds' arm flat against his own leg and popped the needle in at an angle, drawing a large stream of blood swirling into the vial. “You gonna love this, dude. Just go with it.” Nick plunged the content into Reynolds’ bloodstream, and Reynolds’ head flew back as the drug hit his brain like an electric current. “Fuck, wah,” Reynolds couldn’t finish the sentence as a thunderclap roared down from his brain through his nervous system straight out to his fingers and toes and especially from the center of his groin. He was blissed almost to the point of passing out from how good he felt. He’d never had this much of a rush flow through him. No finishing line, no swim meet win, not even an orgasm of a fist going up his butt for the first time could compete with the overwhelming ecstasy cascading through his mind and body. What was even more unbelievable was Zack unzipping his fly and presenting him with his fat, uncut Greek cock slapping him in his face a couple of times. It barely pulled him out of his revelry with an insatiable hunger that overtook him and he swallowed Zack member fully, slurping loudly, drool running down his cheeks, Zack’s hardening tool starting to go deeper down his throat. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t care if Nick saw it or not. In fact he liked that Nick was watching. And Nick did see, and even more unbelievably, pulled off Reynolds’ shorts. “Oops, sorry dude. Must have mixed that point up with some crystal,” Nick admitted disingenuously. Once Reynolds gym shorts were off Nick spied the metal cage over Reynolds’ cock and balls. “What in hell?” Nick tapped against Reynolds’ chastity cage. “What the fuck is that?” Reynolds couldn’t answer with Zack’s cock in his mouth and his brain was too fried from meth to assemble an answer that made sense. He forgot the question as soon as it was asked. All he knew was Zack’s cock in his mouth. The cage just was, part and parcel of his reality. Integrated for over a year. Something his coach wanted. Demanded. Insisted. Rewarded. Something everyone else acquiesced to. Unquestioningly. For the run of the fall season, a break at Christmas, and then again reattached for the rest of spring, free for the summer, now back locked up in fall for a second year. He felt his dick hardening while he sucked the hairy Greek, thick wiry black pubes tickling his nostrils, but knew his dick’s limits and it’d engorged as much as it would and then stopped. He’d soon turn his aroused state solely to his hole as he learned to do his freshman year. He knew he’d give it willingly to these two Greek gods, and, as the drug careened through not only his mind but throughout his body, he sensed they’d make good use of it. He’d be a fucking slut for both of them. No question. “You sick motherfucker. Suck my brother’s dick, faggot,” Nick taunted him. He pulled the folding chair out from under Reynolds who fell to his knees, keeping his mouth attached to Zack’s huge, fully erect cock. Nick brought out a fuckbench from behind one of the heavy black drapes and told Reynolds to climb on it. Zack encouraged him to climb onto it, the whole time continuing the contact between his cock and the swimmer’s mouth. Nick riffled through Reynolds’ gym bag and found his phone. “Open it, shitbag,” he ordered, handing it to Reynolds. Reynolds paused hesitant, which made Zack pull out of his mouth, waving his dark member with its plum purple head bulging and leaking a stream of pre-cum, enticing him with it like a matador in front of a bull. Reynolds’ brows furrowed in frustration and he unlocked the phone for Nick. Zack rewarded Reynolds with his dick as Reynolds positioned himself onto the arm and leg rests of the fuckbench. Zack held Reynolds’ head steady as he started rocking his dick deeper down Reynolds’ throat. Nick snapped a close-up photo on Reynolds’ phone—“Blackmail insurance,” he said—and then started assembling some equipment at the edge of the raised platform while his brother took pleasure in Reynolds’ mouth, adding a finger across the swimmer’s exposed butthole. Reynolds was in a frenzy, feverish, sweating profusely, his fantasy of having Zack play with his butthole complete while he weighed Zacks heavy balls in his hand, totally unaware of the mechanical device with protruding dildo being set up behind him. Zack watched his brother setting up the fuck machine whose wires ran to a laptop at the lighting station. Knowing what Reynolds was in for started making him leak even more in anticipation. He had to admit the swimmer had incredible oral skills. His velvet mouth and wet slippery tongue rolled over his knob sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, Nick,” he called out to his twin. “Go for it, bro,” Nick called back from the lighting station. “Almost ready.” Zack increased his rhythm, skull-fucking Reynolds with deeper and more violent strokes. “Wished I could return the favor,” he told Reynolds. Reynolds tried to speak forgetting he was going down one of the most delicious fat cocks he’d ever given head to, maybe even as good as coach’s. He garbled something unintelligible in response. “Yeah, whatever you said,” Zack responded. “Maybe another time.” He thrust his leaking tool deep down Reynolds’ throat and then exploded spasm after spasm of spunk, gurgling down the horned up jock’s gullet. Spit and sperm ran out of Reynolds’ mouth as he choked on the vast amount of cum Zack shot in him. Reynolds shook his head in pleasure mixed with disbelief, the first moment he began coming off the initial rush of crystal. Fuck, did he feel good. He couldn’t wait for what would come next. “Meanwhile,” Nick said, laying a strap over the back of Reynolds’ Glastonbury sweatshirt and cinching it tight, then securing individual leg restraints over his naked legs and thighs, “time for us to get to the main event. Bro, latch his arms and wrists.” Zack bent down and looked Reynolds in the face. He held the guy’s face in his hands and kissed him, swallowing some of his own cum in the process. He smiled and Reynolds smiled back in a haze of pleasure and innocence. Zack then proceeded to bind the sophomore’s forearms to the arm rests. He stood up and zipped up his hairy crotch from Reynolds’ view. It was only then that Reynolds realized he couldn’t move. “So here’s what’s going to happen,” Nick said, grabbing Reynolds’ sweatshirt hood and draping it down over his head. “I don’t want anyone knowing who you are. Don’t know how long you’re gonna last and I don’t want anyone missing you tonight. This is my thesis project, a kind of update of the old Yale Milgram experiment from the nineteen-sixties, to see how much empathy is out there in the digital world. You’re a psych major, right?” Reynolds nodded but still confused, feeling a rising panic in the pit of his stomach. “You remember Milgram tested subjects telling them it was okay to shock another subject to the point of near death, proving anyone would submit to authority figures given the opportunity, would ‘just follow orders.’ My proposition is that in this brave new world of anonymous social media, there isn’t any authority at all so people are just complete fucks jobs. Soulless, guiltless, fucks. Hope for your sake I’m wrong, but I doubt it. Got him locked down, bro?” Reynold felt Zack push a load of grease into his hole, and followed it up with a protrusion at the edge of his asshole, something that felt like a hard dick ready to fuck him. "Yepper," answered Zack. “I’ve got you wired to a live feed. The upvotes work arithmetically. First ten votes push the rubber dick in an inch, the next twenty pumps up the dildo’s girth an inch, the next thirty makes the piston go a little faster, forty, another inch deeper, fifty, another inch wider, so on and so forth. Downvotes work the same way but in reverse. Given the option we’ll see how much goes in that direction and we’ll see if the public has any sympathy for you and your hole.” “Guys, fuck, don’t do this,” Reynolds was able to spit out, testing the reality that this was really happening. He still tasted Zack, still had a pleasurably hum of eroticism running through him, didn’t know if the idea of being fucked was such a bad idea, but didn’t like he couldn’t move his arms or legs, not even a fraction. “Can’t we just play?” “Later maybe, Steve,” Zack said. “Yeah, Steve. Later,” Nick said snidely. “We’ll see how much the internet thinks you should take if anything is left of you. You’ve got the potential of a two foot horse cock aimed at your shithole, more if the interweb deems it. You’re at their mercy, whoever ‘they’ are. My guess is you’re going to be a complete bloody trainwreck when we check back later.” “I think,” added Zack to reassure Reynolds, “people are going to be more empathetic than my brother thinks.” “That would only be true,” posited Nick, “if they could see his face, but he’s only a body on YouTube. No audio, all they’ll see is thrashing. Potentially.” Reynolds felt the initial sensation of the dildo pushing in an inch. “Looks like you’ve been spotted by a few gawkers. By the IP address looks like their from this campus, but the hits are starting to grow wider. I have a running banner of stats under the video but I’m sure all eyes will be glued to your ass and how it’s taking the punishment.” A hiss of air came from the mechanical box and Reynolds felt the cock expand inside his ass and also started moving faster in and out. “Think you’ve already got a fan club forming. New York and New Jersey just lit up.” At the moment it teased his ass. He’d taken much more locked up last spring under coach’s guidance. A fist, double penetration, a small eggplant, a large eggplant—no holding back what a locked up hormonal eighteen-year-old would do to satisfy his pent up urges—but this was an ominous test like he could never imagine. Nick and Zack walked off the platform. Reynolds, fearing his plight, began yelling for help in the muffled room. “Save your breath, Steve,” Zack said. “This stage is virtually soundproof and, besides, hardly anyone come down here anymore.” Another inch went in deeper while another inch stretched him wider as the oscillation increased. The twins were gathering up their belongings when they heard a cry from the platform and heard the undulation of the fuck machine increase more rapidly than before. Nick checked the laptop. “They’re starting to share it across different social media, it’s spreading to Europe, too. Look, someone created a hashtag. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “Maybe we should stay and monitor so it doesn’t get out of hand.” Zack sounded genuinely concerned. “Nah, besides, Reynolds is a fuckin’ perve. Who else locks his junk up in a cage? He can take it and if he can’t, whose fault is that?” The twins exited and the Blackbox door clanked shut behind them like a tomb. Within minutes the video feed went viral. It was retweeted, additional hashtags were shared, Russian bots flooded the stream, hackers programmed algorithms to deluge the upvote counter just to see what would happen. What started arithmetically—one plus two plus three—became exponential increases—four times five times six—something Nick hadn’t thought of but Reynolds felt the growth expanding inside his colon, a digital virus, an epidemic spreading inside his analog hole. Two dicks, three, four, a fist, double fists, triple. The sensation outstripped his body's real-time experiences. Steve Reynolds’ phone sat mounted on a tripod next to him, only a few feet away, impartial, capturing his ever-increasing torment, dispassionate, observing his growing misery objectively, both judge and jury emotionless. Upvotes flooded the counter ticking up faster and faster. Who knew how high it would go before it stopped? Or if it even would stop. Regardless, his hole opened wider, he was penetrated deeper. His anguish became endless agony, the excruciation bottomless, the suffering relentless; all the while the machine rattled on and on and on and on, as the counter ticked higher, ever higher.