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Part 3 I was tired, sweaty, my ass was sore from being spanked. My cum filled hole, was gaping wide and had every man's cum leaking out of it. I looked at the mirror on the bathroom door and checked the tallies on my asscheeks. 40. I counted 40 men who can came me their poz seed tonight. I checked the clock and it read 3 am. 3 am and I was still getting pounded by poz daddies. There must have been a whole nother 20 or so left in the master room. Bill and Robert from time to time would give me water, wipe the sweat from my head and face, and let me suck on their nips. I didn't notice or really care as I was in my own little sex world. My cum filled hole was being stuffed my two small cocks. The heavyset white daddies they belonged to were earnestly trying their best, but they cum rather quickly. After the fiftieth daddy filled my hole, Bill and Robert announced that the finale was about to begin. All of the remaining ten men where bears like them, all of them a mix of race and various sizes. But they all had one thing in common: massive if not monstrous sized cocks. All of them ranged from 9 inches and thicker than a beer can to over a foot long. I was blissfully unaware, just happy to have more dick in me and more poz cum inside me. The first of the final ten men, was a black chub daddy with a 10 inch monster. He just slid into my abused and cum lubed hole. I gasped at first from feeling his thickness and length, but then moaned in pleasure has started fucking me. He had stamina too. Five minutes became 15, which became half an hour. I had lost track of both time and how many orgasms I had from his dick pounding my hole and prostate. As it turned out, he had cum twice in me and was about to unleash a third load into me. He roared as he deposited his third and final load in me and spanked my left asscheek. The next bear stepped but with a 9 inch cut cock that was almost as thick as a bottle of vodka or so I thought. My hole was already prepared for him, and he just eased into me and rammed right to the base of cock. He didn't care about pleasure or making it last. Ten minutes of passionate and brutal fucking and he pounded his poz load into me. I was mindbroken at this point. I was cumdrunk, cumhigh, whatever you want to call it. An hour later and the final bear was raring to go. His monstrous cock bobbed and bounced on its own with him flexing it, it seemed like. 14 inches of tennis ball tube thick, precum dripping, black meat. He was man number 60. There was no loving entrance, he basically just pounded his way into my hole and into my guts. This black bear, built like an offensive lineman was ruthless. I moaned like a bitch in heat, because in reality, I became one. I wanted his poz load. He would pull all the way out, just to slam back into me all the way to the hilt. A whole nother hour later, he came for the last time. He had cum five or six times over that hour. He gave my ass a slap one final time and left. Robert moved to kiss me while bill moved to eat the cum from my ass. Or so I thought, here he gave my abused, bruised, and cum filled hole a lick and inserted a butt plug. "We have one last surprise for you and they are on their way here to take your last negative loads," Robert said to me. "So in the meantime, rest up," Bill said as he fed me some of the cum from hole. I could taste some blood that had mixed into the cum. I fell asleep between my two black bears, filled with theirs and 58 other men's loads. I dreamed of what their surprise for me could be.

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - Improvement of the boys' working facilities In the afternoon, ten repairmen showed up at the shop with a big truck. The men started carrying repair tools and a huge amount of building materials. George told Sami and Jonas that he had planned better working spaces for the boys downstairs. In George's opinion, the fitting booth was too small for the growing business. George told Jonas and Sam to take care of the store and disappeared with the men downstairs. Throughout the evening there was clanking, sawing, drilling and hammering, the sounds of things being dragged and moved from downstairs. From time to time, the renovation workers carried building materials and large boxes through the store to the lower floor. Sam realized that the repairmen were the same toxic men who had been at George's on Sunday and seeded Sam's hole. After five hours of hard work, George came to Sam and Jonas and said that they could now come and see what had been accomplished downstairs. Everything is not quite ready yet, the places still need to be painted and cleaned, so then customers can also be allowed there. It's good, Sam and Jonas will then have a good feeling for the new spaces. George went to lock the shop door and hung a note on the door saying that the shop was temporarily closed. Sam and Jonas were surprised how different it looked downstairs. Most of the sales shelves had been moved to the front part of the lower floor to be clearly more compact than before. A sturdy sling was raised in the back and there were three doors to the cabins behind the sling. The middle booth only had a bench and a flat screen TV, where a porn movie was playing, where the gang took turns fucking a clearly younger man. The booth on the right had a fuck bench in the middle of the floor and the booth on the left had a structure like Sam had seen in the Czech porn movie. There was a hole in the wall, through which the visitor can only see Bottom's lower body. Bottom's legs can be towards the floor or tied up to the loops on the wall. There were also glory holes in the walls between all the booths, so you can easily secretly follow the activities of the neighboring booth or participate anonymously. Jonas and Sam looked around confused. One of the repairmen shoved his sweaty cock through one of the Glory Holes and George told the boys to go and thank the hard worker. Sam and Jonas squatted down by the hole and Sam greedily took the cock between his lips. After sucking for a while, Sam offered the cock to Jonas to suck. Jonas imitated Sam and sucked the cock greedily. George said he thinks the man deserved better than just sucking. Sam urged Jonas to offer the man his hole. Jonas didn't doubt it for a moment. Jonas packed his ass into the hole so that the man's cock sank directly into Jonas's hole. The other repairmen gathered around cheered and started to unbutton their own pants. Jonas looked horny at the men's exposed cocks. Until Jonas's eyes caught the first biohazardous tattoo next to a man's cock. Jonas whispered to Sam that it was what he suspected. Sam nodded and said "yes it is. A tattoo means a man is a poz". At the same time, there was a groaning sounds from behind the wall and the cock in Jonas's ass started throbbing and injecting sperm into Jonas. "Good boy, that was your first poz load today. But probably not your last. Those men are all toxic. I know that because they all cummed on me on Sunday. I think they all want to empty their loads in your unprotected hole today," said Sam to Jonas. Two men grabbed Jonas´s hands and began to carry him towards the new Fuck bench. The men tied the confused boy to the bench and another man started to fuck Jonas's ass. George told Sam they could go and open the shop again. "Jonas can do well alone with these men". Sam looked a little jealous at Jonas tied to the fuck bench. "It may be that there will also be new customers who want to explore the new facilities. You must be ready to guide them," George comforted Sam.

I hadn't planned to go out this weekend, the weather has been crappy and the only local sauna has closed its doors. I woke up at about midnight having been dozing watching crap repeats and berated myself for not taking myself to bed. Two things were apparent. First I was horny as fuck, second it was much warmer than I was expecting. I went to the door and looked out. Not only was nothing frozen like it has been the last few days but it was positively mild. I did a quick freshen up threw on a jock, some jogging bottoms and a hoody grabbed my handy pocket lube and poppers and headed out. As it was passed 1AM by now I didn't really expect much as I parked up and walked into my local cruising ground. There was one youngish guy leaning against a wall rubbing himself through his trousers. I smiled at him as I walked by a little ways then leaned over the wall presenting myself and I hit my poppers. In a few seconds he was behind me and playing with my cheeks, spreading them and finding I had already applied some lube he wasted no time sliding his cock into me. He grabbed my shoulders and quickly took a jackhammer pace. I pushed myself onto him as best I could bu mostly I held onto the wall and let him pound me. It was only a couple of minutes but he unloaded pressed right up against me making sure I took every drop of his sperm. I guess he was one of those guys who feels guilty right after they cum because he quickly covered up and hurried away not even giving me the chance to say thanks. I stood up, rearranged myself and took a little walk. Headed into the trees and saw I had someone not far behind. I took the opportunity to pause and hit my poppers again. Sighing as I exhaled and thinking,"Bingo" as my follower came up behind me and started groping my arse. I moaned appreciatively and bent forward giving him better access. As he pulled my joggers down and ran his fingers over my hole he found me already wet and open. "Nice" was all he said. He took my hand and put it on his cock and I was glad I was preloaded because he had the fattest head on his dick I've ever experienced, his cock was average length with a full foreskin which I loved rolling back over that astonishing crown to really feel the goods. He pushed me back into position and I steadied myself against a tree while he lined up and shoved in. I mean he went balls deep in one go leaving me breathless. Between the poppers and my already fucked hole it didn't hurt but I was panting like I was giving birth. He grabbed my hips and started moving. He fucked me deep for a few strokes then ground into me as he held me down. His thickness moving inside me meant there was no way I could keep quiet and I was grunting and panting hard with each thrust he made. When he started picking up his pace I knew he was getting close and I begged him to load me up. And reader he delivered. I don't know if it was my hole throbbing from his hard fucking or his cock pulsing as he loaded me up but it felt amazing as he held himself inside me for a full minute before slowly pulling out. This time I was rewarded with his cock in my mouth to clean the remaining spunk before he went on his way. I knelt there for a moment to collect myself before I returned to my car. I didn't see anyone else as I walked back and there were no other parked vehicles as I drove away. Not every time has been successful but I am really glad I took the chance tonight. I wonder if I should risk it again tomorrow?

I get to travel on business from time to time and I am a complete cum slut in the hotel each time I go. I don't get the chance to host at home as I am a gay single Dad with one of my children still at home. I love hotel sex, waiting ass up to be loaded is so fucking hot. I love taking raw loads!! This last week I got to travel to Chicago, I get to go there a few times a year, in the loop, in a hotel, all alone!! I love it. I have been fucked in my hotel there many times, guys who work in the loop using my ass to dump their loads. I try and take as many loads as I can get!! So after I got to my hotel I posted on a couple of the apps. "Ass up in my hotel, taking loads." Its so exciting, preparing, waiting, hoping that someone will come and use my hole and breed me. First up, a guy, a daddy, who wants to breed me. I don't remember much about him except he had a big cock, wanted to pump and dump, says he gives big loads..... Sounds good to me. I actually never saw his face or body, only got his load. I wait in my room, dark no lights and blinds drawn, ass up on the edge of the bed, door propped open, my hole lubed, in a jock. ready for his load. He arrives, I love the sound of the door opening, my heart racing, the sound of the pants dropping, the sound of the underwear being pulled off. Best of all is the sound of the gasp as they see my ass, rub their hand over it. The oooooo or mumble of how hot it is. I can't wait for that cock to enter my hole. Breed me! The guys pumps and thrusts, it's a pure pump and dump, he is there to release his load in my hole!! He pumps for a few minutes, he groans, I can feel his cum in my hole..... so hot. he then gets dressed and leaves with me still ass up on the edge of the bed. Next up, I get a hit on the apps from a guy from Chicago who has fucked me before. A year or two before he fucked me in a different hotel. He of course remembered me and wanted to come and dump his load in me again!! I love repeats. I enjoyed our last fuck, I gladly want him to breed me again. We setup a time, I will be ass up in a dark room ready for him to breed me. God I love it when guys use me again and again!! He arrives, my hole is still wet from the previous breeder. He asks if I have a load in there. I say yes, it's fresh too. He gets very excited, gets down on his knees and eats my hole. He loves eating my hole when it's been bred. That is so hot!! Drives me nuts so see a guy get so excited about my hole. He then fucks me in every direction, ass up, on my back with my legs spread wide open, deep in my hole, his pre-cum making me sloppy as can be!! Love my hole being worked wide open!! He then breeds me, my hole is flooded with cum!! I do have to work some, so I do my work, but I offer my hole every night to guys who need a visiting cum dump. Over the next few days I take a few more loads....... Then one evening I get a message from a younger guy who I took to dinner a year or two ago and afterwards he came to my hotel room and fucked me. I told him I wanted his cock, he replied that he wanted my ass. That was so hot, besides being a real nice guy, he is great in bed...... The next morning I traveled to his apartment to take his load!! Oh, how I love business trips where I can play!! Tomorrow I will write about my first trip to the sex club and the sling!!

So, I need to talk about this in a safe space. I wonder if others of you have started to feel this way recently, and are willing to share your thoughts. (Even if you don't feel this way, I'd love to hear from your as well!) So, since all the COVID and MPX nonsense of the last few years, I'd become very skittish around the idea of just hooking up indiscriminately like I used to. Felt like no one was really worth the risk of either of those diseases - yes, I know that sounds somewhat disingenuous from someone who is HIV+ and an avowed member of the "raw is law" crowd. Initially, I thought after all of the lockdowns were behind us in a few weeks or months, I'd be back in the saddles (or slings) and back to my old cum-loving self... But things didn't really spring back to normal, and we weren't really able to (safely) meet up for this type of stuff for longer than expected. I'll admit that I wound up getting a far bigger porn addiction than anything I'd had previously...it was really my main sexual outlet, outside of the posts and reads on here. Turns out to not be the healthiest addiction out there, and has been a hard one to kick. Over time, though, a funny thing happened... After a while, I found myself spending way too much time on the various tube sites (before some were shut down, or had their content massively purged). As time went on, I found my interests devolving more and more into the more intense aspects of sex and kink videos....got really into watching spanking/CP vids, "home intruder" role plays, etc. My own personal thoughts shifting toward those as well....but unfortunately not being in any position to act on any of this. Eventually, though, things started to shift to a sense of normality...and I managed to indulge in some man-to-man action on occasion. It was, well... ...mediocre, to say the least. Without going into too many specifics, I had a mix of top encounters and bottom ones. Nothing particularly bad; just "meh..." Not to say that the guys were of poor quality; I just felt like I wasn't able to really connect and get into the moment as easily as I used to. I did the first thing many of us would do in those situations and immediately thought that it was something wrong with me. I wasn't good enough, my body wasn't good enough, my technique was no longer good enough - all of those negative emotions that come far too easily. After a few lacklustre experiences, I threw in the towel. I decided against meeting up for any play for a few months until I was able to get into a better mental space. That turned out to be a Pandora's box of emotions, though. All of that negativity came washing back, and created this constant feedback loop that didn't serve to make me feel any better about myself. Eventually, though, that started to turn. While, yes, I do still have those remnants of negativity swashing around my brain, a funny thing happened. I realised that all the time away from mindless action made me think about what it really is that I wanted from my sexual encounters....a deep connection. I'm not saying that I have to fall in love with the man on top of me (or beneath me), but have that kind of intimate, non-verbal desire that is present from that initial moment and building all the way through to the intense climax. Nowadays, when a guy messages me to tell me how many loads he has and if I want to contribute more - I just don't engage. Same goes for guys messaging me to bottom for them, but demand I be blindfolded and pre-loaded - just not my thing any longer. If it's not eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body action, it just doesn't stir any desire within me. As a result, the volume of responses I get on the various sites and apps has dropped considerably. While that may sound disheartening, it doesn't really bother me much in reality. Basically, I'd rather wait for a good experience, rather than just the next one. So, yeah...I feel that the seeming trend of cumdumping, gangbanging, and H-n-H sessions just isn't my scene and that I've become a bit of a minority among the bareback brotherhood. There are times where I wonder if I'm alone in this, though I know that's likely not the case. Looking forward to hearing others thoughts and stories here. Bit of a long post from me, but I know through my years on this community that this has been a safe space for me to talk about these sorts of things.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 4 The next morning, Jeff woke up late. He had slept well and hadn't woken up once. The first thing he thought about was the night's events in the steam room. He pushed his finger into his hole, which felt swollen. Jeff's finger sank easily into the slippery and open hole. Jeff smelled and tasted his finger, it smelled and tasted intoxicating. Jeff opened his cell phone and took a picture of his swollen hole and sent it on Whats app to Burt. He thanked for yesterday and that they had hinted about the sauna. Burt immediately responded with a gif depicting his surprise. Burt wrote that he was confused as to what naughty beast they had unleashed. Burt also managed that either Jeff has made an account on Grindr. He gets good pictures from the pictures taken yesterday. Jeff had completely forgotten that Burt and Jack had filmed him during yesterday's session. Jeff opened the pictures and was dumbfounded. In the gallery there were dozens of pictures, in which Burt's and Jack's cocks were alternately in Jeff's ass. Jeff's face was clearly visible in most of the pictures and Jeff had a very enjoying face in them. There were pictures of Jeff on the bed on all fours with a cock in his ass, pictures of him on his back with his feet up to the ceiling, his feet on men's shoulders, his legs pressed to his chest. Jeff couldn't even remember in which of all the positions Jack and Burt had fucked him. The last ones were pictures of Jeff's hole, which was filled with sperm. Horny, Jeff downloaded the app and created an account. Logged in and started filling in his information and uploading pictures. As a profile picture, he took a picture of just his face while lying on the bed in the hotel room. About Me: "Nice, lean, athletic runner looking for fun. I'm 100% bottom and want to feel you inside me. No loads refused." Jeff sent the account link to Burt on whats app and took a shower. When Jeff got out of the shower, Burt had sent several messages to Jeff. Burt said that almost everyone doesn't show their own face on the app, so it was a surprise that Jeff had uploaded both a face picture and pictures from last night showing Jeff's face. But he believes it will certainly increase Jeff's market value. Jeff hadn't thought of the whole thing in his heat. It had also been busy in the grinder. Jeff's profile had had a lot of visitors and the men had given a lot of flames and purple devils. Jeff asked Burt what these purple devils means. "Probably they'd like to get in your hole," said Burt. Jeff clicked purple demons back to everyone who clicked him. After that, he started going through the messages he received. All had the same basic idea. "Looks like we are in the same hotel. When would suit you. I can come to your room, put your room number OR my room is XXX come whenever you want." "This can't be that easy," thought Jeff. This non-inhibition puzzled Jeff. The men were willing to fuck without any additional information or dating wishes. The main thing seemed to be to get to the top. Jeff put his own room number in the first messager's message. A couple of seconds later, Jeff received a text saying that the man would be there in a moment. Jeff was not prepared for such a quick reaction, so he in hurry put on the jockstraps he got yesterday and tidied up his bed a bit. After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Jeff opened the door and there stood a man about 30 years old who entered the room and closed the door behind him. The man kissed Jeff on the mouth and rubbed Jeff's ass with his hand. The man pushed Jeff towards the bed and turned Jeff onto his stomach on the bed. The man stuck his tongue in Jeff's ass and at the same time started to untie the belt of his pants. Jeff heard the man drop his pants and get on top of Jeff on the bed. Jeff felt the hot cock on his ass and spread his hands over his buttocks. With a steady thrust, the man's cock began to push inside Jeff. Jeff soon felt the man's pubic hair on his ass. The man started fucking Jeff and praised how good Jeff's ass felt. The man fucked Jeff for at least half an hour. Sometimes louder and sometimes slower. Finally, the man asked where Jeff wants the sperm. "inside," said Jeff and at the same time he felt mans cock throbbing inside him. The man seeded Jeff and collapsed onto Jeff. After a moment the man pulled out of Jeff, got up and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks, this was good. Are you here all week. We could see you another time," said the man and headed for the door. The man was gone. They hadn't even introduced themselves to each other.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - New shop assistant The next morning Sam skipped lectures again and came straight to the shop and put on his uniform - just jockstraps. During the day, he sold fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, whips and penis rings to men of different ages. Almost everyone wanted to test their purchases before making a purchase decision in the fitting room, and Sam was eager to help them with that. Already at noon, Sam's hole was already well opened and slippery. When Sam squatted down to take something from the lower shelves, fresh drops of cum oozed from the hole. In the afternoon, Jonas came to the store straight from school. George had promised to consider organizing a private event for 20-year-old Jonas. George had said that he only organizes them for employees, so Jonas would have to work at the store to earn the event. Jonas had promised to work as an unpaid sales trainee. George gave to Jonas the same jockstraps that Sam was wearing. Your most important job is sales promotion and customer service. Your task is to enrich the customer's imagination so that he buys as many different products as possible. "I'm sure a lot of customers want to test products with you, so you better be well prepared. Have you cleaned yourself up inside today," asked George. "Yes I am. My boyfriend fucked me in the morning," said Jonas. "Good, so you already have sperm in your hole, so no artificial lube needed," replied George encouragingly. "No, we used a condom," said Jonas. Between the shelves, Sam showed what can be found on each shelf and how to use different sex tools. Sam also tried to gently hint to Jonas that not all men might want to wear rubber. He didn't dare to say directly that none of the men had ever even mentioned the use of rubber. Soon the boys heard that the store's front door opened, meaning a new customer had entered the store. Sam showed Jonas an example of how to treat customers. Jonas followed silently from the sidelines. Sam greeted the man who had come to find himself some new jocks and lube. Sam first introduced the jocks and then Sam suggested the man a lubricant that mimics real sperm. Sam also suggested other products to the man, such as penis rings and anal spreaders. In the end, the man had chosen the products and said he still wanted to fit Jock straps. Sam led the man into the fitting booth and closed the curtain behind him. Jonas was left alone between the shelves. After maybe 15 minutes, the front door opened again and a muscular and tall man, clearly over 60 years old, entered the shop. He told Jonas that he was looking for a new leather harness. Jonas led the man to the fetish clothing section and started presenting the options. The man quickly found a model that pleased him. The man also wanted to look at leather jockstraps and asked Jonas which model was the hottest from Jonas. Jonas showed jocks with a big zippered pouch on the front. The man said it was the right choice. I'll take those too. Jonas remembered that he also always has to try to sell the customer something else, so he asked if the man would be interested in buying handcuffs as well. The handcuffs were the first thing that caught his eye from the fetish shelf. "Well, I'm really interested," said the man enthusiastically. It was Jonas's turn to lead the man to the fitting room. On the way there, he saw that Sam had led his own customer to the counter to cash out. After about ten minutes, the man who led Jonas to the dressing room came to George and Sam at the sales counter and brought the harness, jock straps and handcuffs to the counter. I'll buy these. You have a really smart new salesman here, said the man to George. When the man had left, Jonas also arrived at the counter. Jonas told George and Sam that the man had handcuffed Jonas to the radiator's water pipe and fucked him roughly with a raw cock. And finally injected the sperm directly into Jonas's guts. The man hadn't asked at all where Jonas wanted the sperm or if he could go in raw. Jonas had thought that in customer service work he could not question the customer's choices. But now he has a stranger's sperm in his ass for the first time in his life and it feels confusing. Sam wanted to correct that it wasn't the first time, because yesterday he had slipped the butt plug first in his own hole, which already had several men's sperm inside it. So yesterday, along with the butt plug, at least small amounts of unknown men's sperm had already moved into Jonas's ass. George wanted to stop the sperm discussion and stated that Jonas had done exactly the right thing. The man had made the most expensive purchase of the day so far. Jonas has proven his own commitment to customer service, so George promoted Jonas from trainee to sales assistant on the very first day.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - Jonas's Too Tight Hole The next day, Sam skipped the lectures completely and Sam worked all day in the sex shop on the store side. George had given Sam the new jockstraps first thing in the morning and told Sam to put them on. George thought jockstraps were a suitable uniform for Sam in the store. A bit stocky Sam in just jockstraps was a sure attraction in the shop. When there were no customers, Sam took care of the roulette business. During the day, Sam had time to take care of a whole bunch of men in the fitting room. Sam did realize what his job in the store was. It was so obvious. If a man buys a porn movie on DVD, he doesn't need a fitting room. Regardless, one man after another led Sam into the booth and loaded Sam's hole. George stated in the afternoon that Sam's transfer to the sales job has clearly increased sales. Sam suspected that George had been doing some marketing because there were clearly more men in the shop than usual. During the day, well over 10 different men seeded Sam. In the afternoon, a young boy came to the store, looking for a suitable butt plug, which he could use to make his own hole bigger. Sam mentored a young boy named Jonas. Jonas was only 20 years old, super skinny and of average height. A very beautiful boy. Jonas said that he is dating another boy of the same age. Jonas said that his hole is too tight and he would like to loosen it. Sam asked Jonas if he needed guidance on how to use the butt plug and at the same time led Jonas to the fitting booth. Sam pushed Jonas' chosen plug into his own hole. Sam moved the plug back and forth a few times in his ass until it was slimy with the cum. "Now it's your turn. Lower your pants and show me your hole," said Sam to Jonas. At the same time, Sam pushed the sperm-coated plug straight into Jonas's hole. Jonas howled in pain, but the look told that he was satisfied. Jonas pulled up his pants and Sam led Jonas to George and introduced them to each other. Sam told George that Jonas came to buy a butt plug, which is now already in Jonas' ass. "Jonas has a boyfriend, but the problem is that Jonas's hole is too tight. Would it be possible that Jonas could also go to a private event to make Jonas's hole a little looser?", Sam asked George.

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

When Debra, an ex-girlfriend who is a professional photographer, asked me to model for an erotic photography shoot, I agreed without telling my wife. Debra explained it would be a gay scene. I told her I was a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but she promised my face wouldn’t be shown and the sex would be simulated. Sire, I had often fantasized about doing it with another guy but I was happily married and had enjoyed a completely straight sex life. Besides, the modeling fee was good, and we needed the money since I had just started graduate school. I showed up at Debra’s apartment and met Mark, the other model. She had told me he was openly gay. He was extremely good looking and well built. I noticed he had a very sexy rope tatoo around his thick bicep. When I took off my clothes, I was thinking about how it would feel to have Mark’s strong hands touching me, and I got quite hard. Debra smiled when she saw my erection, saying it would add to the realism. Mark was hard, too, and I saw that his cock was longer and thicker than mine. Debra said she wanted us to wear some props. She gave Mark a leather biker cap and studded leather wrist bands; she gave me a rainbow pride ring and snapped a leather dog collar around my neck. “There, Andy,” she said, “now you really look like a bottom.” I blushed beet red. Then she handed each of us a studded leather cock ring. “This will help you stay hard, sweetie,” she said. I remembered that she used to call me that when we were dating. Mark stood very close to me. Debra instructed us to hold each other’s cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before. His grew even harder in my hand, a sensation I found strangely pleasurable. He closed his eyes and smiled, and I heard him grown softly. He started to stroke my dick, gently but firmly. I felt myself trembling with excitement. I was surprised at how aroused I felt. “OK, guys, let’s get started. Mark, I want some shots of you sucking Andy’s cock. I’ll be behind you.” Mark got on my knees and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job – much better than anything my wife could do. I heard Debra’s camera clicking away. She moved around to the side and came closer. Mark’s face would be clear in these photos, but he didn’t seem to care. “Your turn, Andy.” When she saw me hesitate, she said I should just fake it because she would be behind me. She told me to run my hands up Mark’s well-sculpted abs so she could capture my pride ring. I was just inches from Mark’s hairy crotch. Debra came to the side, holding the camera very close. “Sweetie, do me a favor and just kiss the tip of Mark’s dick, OK?” I don’t know whether it was Mark’s delicious manly aroma or my desire to please Debra, but I did as she said. Then, without her saying a word, I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his dick. “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” Debra exclaimed, taking more photos. I tasted Mark’s precum and found I really liked it. As Debra encouraged me, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged. “That’s OK, sweetie,” she said. “I used to gag, too. It takes practice. You’ll learn.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Next we moved from Debra’s living room into her bedroom. At Debra’s direction, Mark and I lay down on her bed, with me on the bottom. As Debra coached us for her photos, I felt Mark’s cock rub against mine. “That’s great,” she said. “Very realistic.” I started to breathe faster. I even moaned a little. Mark said that made it easier for him to stay hard. When he kissed me, I didn’t try to stop him. In fact, I opened my mouth and nobbled on his tongue. Debra kept taking pictures and telling us what a great job we were doing. Next Debra said she wanted some shots of Mark licking my ass. I got on my knees and I felt Mark’s strong hands spread my ass cheeks. His tongue quickly found my puckered hole. He started on the outside, then I felt his tongue probing my opening. I felt little electric charges radiating from my ass through my entire body. Debra leaned in to get close-up shots. I clutched the pillow and moaned with pleasure. Debra told me to lie on my belly and instructed Mark to lie on my back. I spread my legs apart. I felt his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and the sticky moisture of his precum. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. I was panting hard now. I thought about my wife and was really glad I hadn’t told her about the whole thing. “Listen, guys,” Debra said. “This just won’t do for the close-ups. It isn’t convincing. I need you to try just a little actual penetration. Please. I really the shot. Mark, here’s some lube.” Then, to me, “Sweetie, just relax a bit and soon I’ll have what I need.” I nodded; my mouth was too dry to speak. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted to feel Mark inside me. He put some lube on his finger and worked it into my ass. He was very gentle. I felt a warm sensation and my body trembled. Then he put some lube on the head of his cock. He asked Debra if he should use a rubber but she said the photos would sell for a lot more without it. “Andy, is that OK with you?” he asked. “I guess so,” I answered meekly, without thinking. Then Mark placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. It stung and I tried to pull away. Debra leaned close, put her hand on mine, and said softly but firmly, “You can do this for me, sweetie.” Mark leaned forward and licked my ear, then told me to kiss him. I did as he said, and our tongues danced together. It was intense and suddenly my back passage opened to him. My body seemed to be responding without my will. I heard myself moan loudly. The warmth and fullness were exquisite, unlike anything I had ever felt before during straight sex. “You like this,” Mark said. I nodded. He went deeper, then deeper still until I felt his public hairs against my butt cheeks. High-pitched, girlish “ah!” sounds came from my mouth. Debra kept snapping pictures. Soon Mark was thrusting in and out. He was grunting and calling me obscene names like “cunt” and “faggot.” I loved how excited he was. “I’m taking your manhood, Andy,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me forcefully. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. I kept kissing him as I felt him explode inside me. “And now I just bred you and made you my bitch,” he grunted in my ear. It sounded so masculine and sexy when he said this. And then I felt an odd orgasm, tingling throughout my body, and a little cum oozed from my cock. My whole body quivered. It wasn’t like a regular male orgasm at all. Debra was delighted. “That was amazing, boys!” she exclaimed. “I never realized how hot two guys together could be.” As we lay there, breathing hard, our bodies covered with sweat, Mark whispered in my ear, “I would love to see you again.” I said yes without hesitation. Then we kissed, more tenderly. Debra looked at me and said, “Sweetie, I think you may be a fag. And now you even have a boyfriend.” I did not reply. I just lay there. I was too confused. I thought I loved my wife, but this was the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Debra may be right. My wife still doesn’t know about the photos.

Ryan Cummings -twice

Puppy got 3 large loads injected into his Jucie hole last night. He is waiting to see how many loads he can take tomorrow. He loves smelling guy’s armpits feet and balls. The more they smell the better. Here’s this hungry pup showing off his ripe armpits and public use tail hole. He need to be dominated and slutted out to random guys. Let me know if you want to volunteer.

Fuck ya, it turns me on. Nothing is hotter than a horny married “straight” man fucking my boipussy raw at the bathhouse. I’ll be on my back and I’ll get a glimpse of their wedding band, flashing and reflecting their phone’s camera light as their left hand jacks my boi cock off. I love the idea of how their wife put his ring on him to be together forever, but now, my precum is oozing all over it.

Part 8 - The Chalfont Weir Estate The plane began the final descent in to Svalbard and Christian took hold of Tomas's hand like a scared child that was thankful of him being there. Even from the airport terminal as Ivan watched them disembarking the plane he could tell something was not right. Aside from them returning a day earlier than expected he saw that Christian looked terrified trying to hold it together. Christian walked out behind Tomas who Ivan kissed on the cheek. Ivan took it by the look he got from Tomas not to ask any questions for the moment. The short drive up to the safe house was very quiet and Ivan noticed that Christian was keeping his jumper up around his neck, it was enough for him to guess that they had come across Kovalek. As soon as the car stopped outside the house Christian jumped out and ran inside up to his bedroom. "Out with it" Ivan said getting out of the car, "What happened?" he asked. Tomas shut the door and looked at him "Kovalek is in England, in Connor's village" he replied. "He knows then" Ivan said shaking his head, "He must have read it from Connor that night". "Read what?" Connor asked walking up to them from his afternoon walk and looking at them both. Ivan looked at Tomas then at Connor "He has moved to your village in England" he said. "My parents!" Connor suddenly exclaimed panicking at the news. "They are fine Connor" Tomas assured him, "Although your father has seen him". Ivan walked around to Tomas "Where is your crucifix?" he asked fearing what he was about to say. Tomas lowered his eyes "We need to discuss with Evan here, things are moving way too quickly" he said. "Did Christian come back with you?" Connor asked looking around. "Yes, he has already gone inside" Tomas said avoiding eye contact. Connor nodded looking up at the rooms "I feel like we are drifting apart" he said softly. "You were never together" Ivan said looking at him, "That is the problem with you both". Tomas remained quiet and Connor walked over to him "Have you and he you know?" he asked. "Yes" Tomas replied, "I am not going to lie to you Connor, we have had sex several times". Connor looked Tomas up and down "Now I am really jealous that Christian bedded you". Tomas grabbed hold of Connor's arm "Don't be, he has only you in his heart" he said quietly. Connor laughed at the stupid remark "I am a little taken with Jacob" he replied. Ivan scoffed and they both looked at him "What?" he asked, "God can't you see Jacob fancies Tomas". For a moment they all laughed enjoying a happy moment that rarely seemed to happen now. They agreed to meet up before dinner to discuss everything that went on during their trip to England. James ran across the fields heading back towards the village after his run in the countryside, his route taking around what was crumbling wall to the north of the estate. The repaired walls catching his attention as he began turning to run along the east side, his eyes glimpsing a fit young man walking along inspecting the east wall. He looked up and made eye contact with James who promptly tripped tumbling over. Marcin came running to his rescue. "Are you alright?" Marcin asked helping him to his feet. James nodded "I think so" he replied standing up, "Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going". "Did I surprise you being here?" Marcin asked and James nodded. "Have you just moved in to the estate?" James asked brushing the dirt off him. "Well the owner has" Marcin replied smiling at him, "I am Marcin the estate manager". "Nice to meet you Marcin. I am James, from the village" James replied shaking his hand. Marcin noticed the blood on his knee "Come to the house and let me patch your knee up". James looked down "It is only a graze" he replied smiling, "You doing a lot of work?" he asked. "Yes" Marcin nodded, "Boundary walls first then the inside, it needs updating badly" he replied. "All my life I have lived here and never once been inside the gates" James remarked casually. "He was a very private man" Marcin said walking with James down to the country lane. James laughed softly "That he was. Friendly mind you, always chatted to Connor and I in the stream". "Connor?" Marcin questioned as an off the cuff remark, "Your brother?". "No. We grew up together, best friends so... Yeah he is sort of like a brother" James replied. Marcin nodded "Ah friendship, one of life’s most valuable things to have and cherish" he said. James smiled "Yeah, Connor is my closest friend" he said, "Just wish he was here now". Marcin played it cool "Did he move away then?" he asked. "No, he is travelling, went to Romania for research..." James said before stopping. He had suddenly remembered the words from this Tomas bloke who was with Christian, that he should not divulge anything about Connor to anyone who shows interest. Marcin was quick enough to pick up on his blatant hesitancy and changed the subject to avoid arousing any further suspicion. "It is the most charming little village here" Marcin now said. "Have you met many of the villagers yet?" James asked. "No, unfortunately only the builders" Marcin replied, "Still unpacking boxes, going to take me days". James stopped and looked through the gates and house "You know he died rather mysteriously". "Is that so?" Marcin responded hiding his grin, "Is any death really normal though?" he asked. "Never looked at it that way I guess" James replied still staring at the estate house. "If you are free tomorrow help me with unpacking boxes" Marcin said laughing, "I will give you a tour". James smiled looking at him "Really?" he exclaimed, "I would get a tour of the estate house?". Marcin nodded "Well I need to start getting to know people and you would be a good place to start". James laughed and shook his hand "Okay yes, I have nothing on tomorrow without Connor here" he replied. "Excellent, you may even get to meet the owner if he arrives, you will like him" Marcin told him. James checked his knee one last time and jogged along the lane down to the bridge crossing the stream by the church. His new friend invited him to the estate at 2pm, he was pretty excited since he was going to be the first person apart from the doctor to ever go inside the estate house. Marcin smiled and got the black limousine out of the garage and gave it another polish. He would be driving Gregor out to a larger town later that evening to source a victim. Evan looked at Ivan and Tomas, he was unsure if Jacob should be involved in their conversation. Tomas arguing that he might as well be since they were all in this together now. Evan wanted to get to the point and find out what actually happened so relented and they walked back inside where Connor and Jacob were sat chatting on the sofa. Evan looked at Tomas and nodded for him to go and get Christian from his room. "What is going on?" Connor asked looking at them. "Come and sit at the table the six of us need to talk" Evan said as Christian finally appeared. Evan walked over to him and held his hand "Are you alright Christian?" he asked quietly. Christian nodded "Yes, I feel really embarrassed about the whole thing though" he said nervously. Evan looked him in the eye "Don't be. It is what we are dealing with, albeit unexpectantly" he said. Christian sat around the table opposite Connor who was staring at him and his constant pulling up of his sweater to hide the marks on his neck. Tomas began talking about the trip seeing Christian's parents then going to Chalfont Fortis and meeting Connor's parents and James at the funeral of Gerald Smythe. So far nothing out of the ordinary until it was explained about the old man's demise and estate being left to an unknown person. Right up until the point where they went to bed but leaving out the raunchy stuff. "So my parents are okay?" Connor asked and Tomas nodded, "What about James?" he now asked. "Well I got the impression he was less convinced around the whole thing" Tomas replied. Connor nodded slowly "I will call him tomorrow, make sure he understands" he said. "Good" Evan said then looking at Christian, "Are you ready to tell us what happened?" he asked. Christian had a worried anxious look on his face and nodded "You want it all?" he responded. Evan nodded "We need to understand Christian. Close your eyes, breathe deeply then start". Christian nodded and sat up glancing at Connor briefly before closing his eyes and breathing deep, with his eyes closed he could strangely see blood in his vision pumping around veins with incredible speed. Slowly be began to "I was in bed asleep with Tomas next to me. I woke as my body began itching, it began driving me mad and I got out of bed walking over to the window. I felt someone or something was close. I remember looking along the road outside the coach house, my body itched furiously and I saw him standing in the road staring up at me. The icy blues eyes stared at me and I don't know what happened. I remember having no fear of him. My body felt amazing, made me feel good and that I was wanted, I had no fight or resistance even though I knew it was all wrong. I gasped then felt a whole new sensuality speeding through my body. I made him feel good and strong. He wants me to take his blood". His voiced trailed off and he opened his eyes with tears streaming down his cheeks and pulling his neck of his jumper down to reveal the bite marks. Everyone else was sat there looking at him quietly stunned except for Tomas who knew what had happened, and Connor who was looking down at the table with a feeling this was all his doing and responsibility. Christian had never felt this vulnerable as he did right now, it was hard to see that Connor couldn't even look at him right now. Christian wiped his eyes "He is in my body. He knows he owns me, and wants me". "How do you know this?" Connor asked finally looking up at him. "He was about to force Christian to drink his blood" Tomas replied. "So then he isn't a vampire yet?" Jacob asked looking around the table. "His blood is in Christian and Kovalek will seek him to complete the task" Evan told them. Christian looked at Evan "Takes Kovalek's blood" Tomas added looking at Evan, "He knows". Evan nodded "Unfortunately our encounter resulted in me losing my protection" Tomas told them. Connor looked down the table at Tomas "He attacked you?" he asked anxiously. "Yes" Tomas replied, "He cursed out my protection ingesting his blood". Christian couldn't take any more and he got to his feet running out of the house sobbing. Evan held out his hand to stop Tomas going after him whilst Connor sat there wiping his eyes. Evan walked outside and found Christian standing at the edge of the hill with his arms folded across his stomach. "Want to talk?" Evan asked, "Walk with me Christian" he said not waiting for him to answer. Christian followed him along the path getting distressed "Stop" he said standing still. Evan turned "When he comes near me I have no control over my actions" Christian said softly. "I fear he has marked you to join him" Evan said holding his hand, "He has never taken another". Christian looked curiously at him "What about that Marcin guy?" he asked. "He is cursed with eternal life to server but he is not a vampire like Kovalek is" Evan replied. "So why me then?" Christian asked seeking to uncover the truth. Evan squeezed his hand "I think your closeness to Connor has marked you out" he replied. Christian nodded "Getting me means he can get Connor to offer his blood?" he asked. "Yes" Evan said, "But it is James I am concerned about, if Kovalek knows he may go for you both". Christian stood there unable to speak any further and fear was clearly in his eyes. He held out his hand and Evan stepped forward taking it. They were silent for several minutes until he let go and instantly pulled Christian close hugging him hard. Evan had seen the whole episode through Christian's eyes, the face of Gregor looking down at him as he was fixed staring up in to his eyes yearning and opening himself for Gregor to take. It was worse than Evan feared, Christian was completely under Kovalek's control, he was embedded deep in his head that it only surfaced when they were close. Connor came walking up the path looking nervous, this afternoon had brought clarity to his head. He was scared of getting too involved since he had no idea how the future was going to really play out or if he would survive. Strange how nerd guy had suddenly become the only thing he really could think about and rely on, the subtle existence of a naughty sexy nerd had made such an impact that he now understood what heart’s desire was all about. The danger they were both facing was very real, but then who else could he talk to about this and not be judged as being mental and deranged. Evan turned and saw Connor approaching "Stay here and talk to Connor" he said hugging him. "Why?" Christian asked resting his head on his shoulder, "He couldn't even look at me inside". "Remember the prophecy, parts of it are fixed, you cannot change it" Evan said letting go. Christian watched as he walked away passing Connor "Christian" Connor said softly. He stopped a few meters away looking at him, they stood on the edge of the hill overlooking the tiny village, mountains and sea as a chilling breeze blew through them both. Connor walked up to Christian and took him in his arms, snow flurries began floating around them as they stood on the headland overlooking the the small town. "This is a right fine mess you have got me in" Christian said afraid to look at him. Connor nodded "I know now, you are what the prophecy spoke of. My one heart’s desire". Christian stared at him then shook his head "I am going to die Connor" he replied. He looked confusingly at Christian "What do you mean?" he asked. "My body knows Kovalek will take me. I will have no reflection" Christian replied. "Christian we will not let this happen" Connor expressed trying to assure him. Christian smiled "It is too late, he has won, my body is his" he said. "Do you love me?" Connor suddenly asked looking him in the eye. “There is no point for me loving anyone” Christian replied, “I cannot see any future with you”. "If you do why have never told me?" Connor asked. "Easier not to" Christian replied, "But you never showed any such affection to me". "It doesn't just grow over night" Connor responded, "But I see now that you and I...". "Stop!" Christian interrupted him, "This" he said pointing between them, "I can't deal with now". Christian turned abruptly and walked off leaving Connor standing there watching him hurry away. He was now unsure why Christian was scared to commit to his feelings. A sharp cold wind blew against his face that served as a reminder of Kovalek, he realised that Christian must be worried that if he really was to die and showed his affection, Connor would be left hurt and probably do the one thing he shouldn't to be with him. The black limousine pulled out of the Chalfont Weir estate, the blackened windows hiding the passenger in the rear seat. The only light from the headlights and moon that shone brightly as they drove to the nearest town. Slowly the limousine drove around until Marcin spotted a group of young lads going in an out of a club, they all looked in high spirits, laughing and joking, some holding hands. "Park round the corner" Gregor told Marcin who nodded, "I need to feed Marcin". "Of course master" Marcin replied turning off in to a back street and parking up. "Stay by the car with the door open" Gregor informed him and Marcin nodded. By the time he opened by the passenger door Gregor had already disappeared and he could smell his master passing by in a soft breeze that headed down to the corner of the road. In his current state entering the club was easy as he wafted past the doorman when the door was opened. Slipping in to a discreet hidden area the dark mist appeared and Gregor emerged in to the club. Fitting in as he was broadly their age and wearing black trousers and jumper. Walking around and smelling the air that was full of tainted blood, he was having to get close to each young man to detect the state of their blood. After a few minutes he began to pick up on guys who were drinking water from plastic bottles, he moved in focusing on those. Slowly and in no rush he was homing in on a group of three lads, standing there taking in the air he could sense clean blood in two of them. Gregor was not short of attention as guys would walk past him and smile indicating their interest in him. Finlay smiled at the handsome tall guy who looked immaculate and well kept, he couldn't stop looking at the weird colouring of his bright blue eyes in the dim light of the club. Gregor turned his head and looked at Finlay then smiled and turned away again, initiating the contact it was now just a waiting game to see if the young lad would take the bait. Finlay chuckled averting his eyes from the sexy man but Kirk, one of his friends standing by him noticed and looked over his shoulder at Gregor. His instant thought was the man looked arrogant and self-absorbed. Finlay was generally a timid guy standing only five feet seven inches, at 23 years old he was plain looking with a medium build, brown hair and eyes. He was very clean cut and friendly in nature. Kirk on the other hand was a complete opposite, he was 26 years old, five feet nine inches with a slim build, strawberry blond hair and brown eyes. Kirk was more streetwise and often getting in to fights and had a police record for aggravated assault, some would say he was entirely the opposite of what a gay man should be. At this time of night they generally drank water until the early hours when they would splash out paying for a beer or two before going home. Their other friend Eric had slipped off with another guy leaving the two of them alone. "You fancy shagging with him?" Kirk asked looking at Finlay. Finlay smiled and glanced over at the man "Wouldn't mind, he is very striking. His eyes, I mean wow". Kirk smirked "Looks a bit of a knob if you ask me" he said taking a gulp of water. Finlay laughed "So you wouldn't fancy a threesome with him then?" he asked. Kirk shrugged "If I get to fuck you I wouldn't mind" he replied glancing at him. "Might let you" Finlay said leaving it open. He was close enough to pick up on their conversation with his excellent hearing ability. Careful not to make too much eye contact he passed in front of them and smiled at Finlay before heading towards the private booths at the back of the club. They both watched him being approached by several men who he turned down. Finlay looked at Kirk who nodded "His clothes look like he has money" he said. "No Kirk!" Finlay said holding his arm, "No trouble please". "Listen if he has money then we see what we can get out of it" Kirk responded casually. Finlay rolled his eyes and followed Kirk who had started walking over to the private booths in a cocky manner. He looked at the young man and smirked nodding his head getting in to the booth as Finlay slowly followed on and stood pretending to be looking around. Gregor watch the cock guy sitting there tapping his water bottle and staring at him until he indicate for him to come and sit down. Gregor slid in to the booth sniffing silently and sensing the clean blood and smiling, the other guy then slid in sandwiching Gregor between them. Gregor sniffed in his direction and smiled, two in one night he thought. "What's your name?" Kirk asked. Gregor looked at him "Gregor" he replied in his velvet tone. "I'm Kirk and this is Finlay" Kirk responded, "So what do you want to do?" he asked straight up. Gregor sized him up for a second "Explain what you mean?" he replied slightly confused. Kirk smirked "You want a threesome with us?" he asked, "Sex with both of us?" he added. "I see" Gregor responded, "And what do I get in return?" he asked holding the trump card. Finlay chuckled "A night with us if you have a place to go" Kirk replied confidently. "Well I don't live around here" Gregor replied, "I live in Chalfont Fortis". "Ah country bumpkin" Kirk said laughing as Gregor stared in to his eyes in silence. Kirk nodded "We will meet you in your car in the side street in ten minutes" he said. Gregor smiled breaking eye contact "Please go easy, I have never had a threesome" he said. Kirk blinked "No worries, we will go easy at first" he replied smirking. "What did I miss?" Finlay suddenly asked and Gregor turned staring in to his eyes and he nodded. Finlay stepped out of the booth to allow Gregor to leave and within seconds they lost sight of him as he disappeared. Waiting for the door to open Gregor wafted out back towards the limousine and appearing once safely inside where he waited. Kirk tapped Finlay and they stood "Are you sure about this?" Finlay asked always being cautious. "Yes, he seems alright. Hopefully we hit the jackpot with this one" Kirk replied. "Please Kirk, no stealing from him. Let’s just have a nice evening of sex" Finlay pleaded. They walked to the door and outside in the warm night air then turning in to the deserted side street. They saw a limousine parked up with the headlights on and a driver standing by the passenger door. Kirk looked at Finlay and laughed mumbling they had hit the jackpot tonight. Marcin looked down the street hearing Gregor confirm this was the two young men, he nodded his head in their direction as they approached. "Gentlemen, if you please" Marcin said nodding his head again for them to get in. They both got in and the door closed "Kirk, Finlay" Gregor said acknowledging them. "So what gives?" Kirk asked looking around, "You rich or what?". Gregor smiled as the limousine pulled away "You don't mind coming to my country estate?" he asked. The lads looked at each other smiling then Kirk shuffled up close to Gregor "Big estate?" he asked. "Plenty of room to hideaway for peace and solitude, which is what I like" Gregor replied. Kirk nodded "I know of the estate from school" he said placing a hand on Gregor's leg. Gregor laughed removing his hand "Plenty of time for that when we are in private" he said. Kirk failed to notice how cold his hand was in comparison to his. Happily the three chatted away for the drive, Kirk clearly more interested in Gregor's wealth. The limousine came to a stop and they exited outside the front of the estate mansion. Kirk looked up at the sprawling building completely gob smacked at the size of the place then glancing at Finlay who had joined him by his side, the both smiled waiting for Gregor who arrived with Marcin who was opening the doors for them. Stepping inside Gregor turned to Marcin "Place some cordial in the master room" he said. "At one master" Marcin replied bowing his head. Finlay turned looking curiously at Gregor "Why does he call you master?" he asked. Initially caught off guard Gregor smiled "In my country that is customary address" he replied. Finlay turned around on the spot "Can we have a tour?" he asked looking at Gregor. "Yes of course" Gregor responded taking them on a quick tour of the downstairs grand rooms. Making their way up the ornate staircase to the first floor they walked down a long dimly lit corridor to the large double doors in to the master room. Gregor inviting them in and to make themselves comfortable. Kirk was first to strip and jump on to the bed that was generously large enough for four people to sleep in comfortably. Finlay stripped and joined Kirk on the bed as Gregor watched quietly amused, he was finding Finlay to be quite extraordinary compared to Kirk. Gregor now took his clothes off and climbed on the bed only to be attacked by both lads as they began kissing and touching him all over his body. Quickly Kirk turned his focus on Finlay and slipped up behind him whilst he was kissing Gregor, spitting in to his hand and smearing over his cock and Finlay's arse. Finlay felt the strange coldness from Gregor's touch, it was not uncomfortable, and instead it had a sublime sensual sensation to it that washed through his body. Kirk moved his seven inch rock hard cock in to position and slowly prised Finlay open slipping inside. Finlay rolled his head back feeling Kirk's arms going around his waist holding him as he began fucking. Gregor kissing Finlay moved one hand on to Kirk's shoulder, he initially looked up at him feeling the chill hitting his shoulder only to find the icy blue eyes staring at him and his thoughts turning in to erotic wild ones. Gregor broke from kissing Finlay and leaned over and began kissing Kirk who moaned wildly feeling an even more erotic state rising in his body. His hips began moving rapidly as he pounded Finlay hard and deep desperate to deposit his cum in his friend. Finlay moaned softly unaware of how hard he was being fucked, he felt so wonderful between these two bodies. Gregor returned to kissing Finlay who he arousing in many ways he had never felt before, he could feel Kirk's body changing under his touch and the blood pumping faster around his body as began reaching orgasm. Finlay sweated profusely from the attack behind, he was loving it and didn't want it to stop. The sweat from Kirk squishing against Finlay's back as he held him close. Kirk cried out a loud noise and thrusted his hips forward getting deeper in to Finlay as he finally felt the rush in his body and his cock firing his seed deep inside. He held still for a few moments before he gently undulated his hips kissing Finlay on his shoulder and neck catching his breath. Finally pulling out he let go of Finlay and fell on to his back moaning in delight. Finlay giggled looking over his shoulder at Kirk who was spent and looked completely exhausted staring up at nothing with smile on his face. He turned back to face Gregor kissing him again and feeling his body lifting up until he was laid down on his back. Gregor loomed over him and pulled his legs up around his waist. Finlay looked at his large beautiful cock that looked bigger than it was from this position. He looked up at Gregor's body and run his hand along his chest and over the dark hair, he certainly was one very incredibly stunning man he thought as Gregor leaned down to kiss him again. Finlay raised his hands grabbing Gregor's hips at the sudden intrusion but the pain just seemed to melt away. He was lost in the kiss, the strange coldness that had the most erotic feel. Gregor pushed in deep and slowly he began fucking him in a gentle way, glancing occasionally over at Kirk was watching with interest and occasionally running his hand over Gregor and kissing him. Gregor smiled telling Kirk he would experience something new with him. The words arousing Kirk who now laid there stroking his cock watching Gregor fucking Finlay. It seemed to go on for ages and Kirk was getting bored waiting until Gregor winked at him then pushed up roaring in delight. His body shook and thrusted forward planting his dark seed in to him then pulling out quickly after the last drop inseminated him. He had to be quick before his body reacted, reaching over for the cordial he chuckled holding it over Finlay's mouth. "Here you need a drink, you have perspired so much" Gregor said lovingly. Finlay sat up taking the glass and downing the drink "Wow that is nice" he said. "You have some for me?" Kirk asked as Finlay laid back down tasting bitterness. Gregor laughed "When I have copulated with you then you get rewarded" he replied jokingly. Kirk laughed “Copulated” he said rolling over on to his stomach, "Come and get me then!" he added teasingly. Gregor slid over climbing on top of Kirk "Are you ready for me then?" he asked kissing his neck. "Yeah!" Kirk responded, "Just go easy, you have quite a big cock!" he remarked. Gregor laughed and took his time allowing his cock to rest between Kirk's arse cheeks, all the time he watched Finlay whose mouth was open and his chest heaving up. Gregor smiled knowing that Marcin must have put a strong cordial by the bed. His body began going in to spasms, he could feel the burning pain like needles stabbing inside as his blood mutated. He stared up looking at nothing, he could not cry out now panic took over wondering what he had been given. Just as quickly a calmness washed over him as his muscles relaxed, Gregor waited until Finlay's whole body relaxed falling in to a deep sleep. Satisfied that Finlay was out he raised his hips and slowly sank his cock in to Kirk, his legs banging on the bed and squealing in delight, his foul mouth taking over urging Gregor to fuck his brains out in between swear words. Kirk found it strange hurting each time he pushed his cock deeper then the pain morphed to sensual feeling, he could feel this sexy man getting deep inside his arse. Gregor kissed him continuously on the back of his neck until he was all the way in. Gregor lifted Kirk on to his knees pulling him back and impaling him deep on this cock, his arms circled around Kirk's body pinning his arms by his side. Kirk pushing his arse back hard and grinding it on Gregor's cock. "Come on take me!" Kirk rasped wriggling his arse and beginning to feel so aroused. Gregor kissed him on the neck "Is that what you want. You want me to take you?" he asked. Kirk moaned nodding his head "You were going to let me experience something new then?" he asked. "Definitely" Gregor replied sucking on his neck, "Suck your body dry" he said giggling. Kirk laughed and moaned each time Gregor sucked "That I would like to see" he said sighing loudly. Gregor sniffed and fluttered his eyelids, his canine fangs protruded out under his top lip before he controlled himself. It was the least he could do giving Kirk a perfect copulation he thought, slowly he began moving his hips in precise strong undulations. Each time getting deeper inside. Kirk rolled his head back turning his neck to kiss Gregor when he felt the unusual coolness, he pulled his head away looking at Gregor. He saw a questioning look in Kirk's eyes so Gregor quickly moved his arms pinning Kirk's against his body as he circled them tightly around Kirk's body. His hips moved quick and hard in rapid thrusting. His hands began punching at Gregor's legs as he pleaded for him to go easy. He held Kirk's body so close to his that the coldness began passing in to Kirk, his hips showing no respite as he pushed Kirk way beyond his limits. His hand punching and gripping on to Kovalek’s legs which only seemed to increase the intensity of his body being assaulted. It took a few minutes before the coldness filtered through his body and he began calming down in a bewildering sensual state. Gregor bit his neck and sucked moaning as he pounded in to Kirk for several minutes, his fangs extending each time he ran his tongue over his neck. Gregor tightened his arms around the body and grunted loudly slamming his hips hard against Kirk's arse as he shot his second load that evening. Kirk felt like he was on cloud nine, feeling each raging pulse of the man's orgasm deep inside his body. Pushing his arse back and grinding away at Gregor's cock in gratitude, he shifted beginning to feel some discomfort but the arms held his body tight. A tingling in his arse that slowly began spreading upwards. Gregor sensed the change happening in the body, nudging Kirk's neck over to the right he quickly licked at the spot over his carotid artery where his senses picked up the pumping blood. His fangs extended out as he gave an evil chuckle, he lifted his head as the saliva dropped from the fangs then quickly lowering his head opening his mouth he pierced through to the artery with clean efficiency. Kirk screamed at the sharp intense pain in his neck, his hands slapping away at Gregor's leg for a couple of seconds before they stopped. Gregor sank his fangs in deeper until the body stopped resisting as the saliva got to work in his body. The young lad moaned softly and he began feeding and moaning himself since his cock was still moving gently inside Kirk and fully erect. His eyes were open wide, Kirk knew he had been bitten in the neck and now he could feel his heart pumping harder and faster pushing the blood quickly up to his neck. The pain in his chest grew as his heart began struggling to keep up with the speed at which Gregor was sucking him dry. His vision blurring and at the same time he had never felt so turned on, he was fully conscious and could feel his blood flowing out of his body. Gregor knew there was no rush so he slowed down his feeding, he felt the body in his arms jolt and noticed that Kirk's cock was rock hard and ejaculating. Even for Gregor this was a whole new experience and was almost sure that it would have been for Kirk feeling his blood draining away. He could feel Kirk's body getting colder with no warm blood circulating, the skin becoming slack as fed. Kirk lost consciousness, his cheeks shrunk in and his bones began protruding all over his body. In his arms he could feel the last beat of the heart with nothing left in the veins to pump as the last drops of blood were extracted out nourishing him, Gregor lifted his head licking his lips and letting go of the lifeless body that crumpled below him. He was unrecognisable as the young man who entered the bedroom, what laid there now was bones and shallow features with grey skin. Gregor got off the bed and pulled the chord summoning Marcin. Marcin immediately appeared and chuckled "You certainly were hungry master" he said. Gregor smiled "Incinerate it along with his belongings" he instructed him. Marcin nodded "Right away master" he replied dragging the body by the legs off the bed. "How strong was that cordial?" Gregor asked looking over at Finlay. Marcin smirked "Potently strong" he replied, "Should I cage him, he will be out for a day?". "Yes. But no more cordial" Gregor informed him, "Tomorrow he will join us" he said. Marcin looked at Gregor "A very good choice master" he said, "Tomorrow I will have another for you". Gregor looked at him "Already? Who is it?" he asked getting dressed. "A person called James, he grew up with the pure blood" Marcin informed him. Gregor smiled "Well done Marcin, you have excelled again" he said. "Thank you master. Hopefully with this James it will bring the pure blood to you finally". "Let us hope so Marcin, then I shall roam freely" Gregor said sounding happy. Marcin nodded and left the room dragging the body in an undignified manner along with both the young men’s belongings. Returning an hour later after incinerating everything he collected Finlay over his shoulder and took him to the bathroom. There he placed him in the cage sealing it up and hanging it over the bath to catch the urine that was already starting to escape the young lad.

Just got home from taking 3 loads… first was this hot 20-something jock with a nice cock. Opened the door to his apt naked and stroking. Dropped to my knees and started sucking on his cock; which was drooling delicious precum. Less then a min later he had me ass up on the couch and was jack-hammering my cunt and blew a massive load in me. in heat now, I got back on Sniffies and a guy a couple miles away needed a quick pump and dump hole. I get there to find the address is a hotel. He gives me a room number and tells me to come in and get ass up. I do as instructed. Turns out he’s staff and it’s an unbooked room. I suck him to get him hard, then he moved behind me to and takes his turn a breeding my cunt. Of course I’m not satisfied with two loads, so I’m sitting in my vehicle in the parking lot looking for my next sperm doner and the hotel guy ends up messaging me again. He wants to breed again. Same deal. Round two. He fucked a little harder the second time and left it in till he got soft. Not to bad for an impromptu Thursday night slut session.

No, you're not alone, and my sex life has changed considerably, in years. From my twenties when I started to have sex -both top and bottom-, I've always considered myself "the monogamous type" and had a few relationships. One ending up with a HIV positive test at age of 37; but the extremely "binary" mindset I had, influenced me. Boolean we say in computer jargon. Zero is false, One is true. So, after some time sexless after pozzed, I started having meaningless sex. Not anonymous, but "don't ask don't tell" with regular fuckbuddies, met just for sex, and a beer at the most. Same with my last ex; zero, or one. Open relationship, or nothing. The result has been in a false sense of happiness, then we came out with mutual poz kink, although in the end pandemic and lockdowns deteriorated our couple. In short, we ended up to live together and be fuckbuddies with poztalk, a fetish I persuaded myself I couldn't share with anyone else, except sexting buddies on this site. Now? With my current guy? I've re-discovered the joy of being intimate with a person I love, and who loves me. A person who cares for me entirely and not only wanting my member inside or his inside me, or didn't want the curiosity and fun of a kink. He wanted and wants me, as I am. I'm re-discovering how monogamy can be interesting too, with the right person. His warm skin, his breath becoming fast or slow depending on what's happening between us, knowing each other from body language... An intimacy that no random hookup would give me; never been into it! Never been into gangbangs or similar... I also had an experience with a girl while my ex and me were in deep crysis. My best friend. She's like a sister for me and that experience made me realize what I wanted from sex. Intimacy and trust. Now, with my current guy, I seem to have found it. I let random encounters and hard violent sex acts, to people who love them. I don't, even in fiction I am rarely reading those.

Chapter 2 I pulled up outside Brad’s flat. There was a dim light on that I could see through the blinds. I locked the car and walked up to the door. As I was about to knock the door swung open. He must have been watching me approach, though I hadn’t seen him at the window. I walked in, the door closing behind me. Brad was there in a dark coloured bathrobe. ‘Follow me ‘ he calmly said in his deep voice, barely more than a whisper. I felt compelled to do as I was told , almost as though it was an order. He made his way into the lounge area. There was low mood lighting, and the brightest light came from the large flat screen tv on the wall. It showed a smooth sexy twink being barebacked by a hunk of an older guy. My cock rose to semi hardness straight away. Brad opened his robe and I could see a large cock, probably 7 ins long at least and thick. I had not seen a cock like it outside of a porn flick. He had a furry chest and there was a glint of metal at one of his nipples. I could see tattoos as well, a tribal design around the upper part of his chest. ‘ Strip to your boxers’ he growled. I quickly complied before he turned me round and viewed what he saw. I was sporting a boner now. His hand went down the back of my boxers and he slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘come here … on your knees’ I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I sank to my knees and took his cock. I licked the shaft before swallowing the end. I had only ever given a couple of blow jobs before , and never to completion , a few years previously when just fooling around with a guy. Nothing like this. I started playing with my cock as I sucked Brads thick member. ‘suck my balls’ Brad whispered . I came off the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It was just a natural reaction. I was loving it. I looked up and saw more tattoos in his shaved pubic area. There was a star at one side and a scorpion at the other, again in a tribal design. They looked in keeping with the rest of his body ink and I thought nothing more of it. ‘im going to teach you all you will need to know. Have you a girlfriend?’ I nodded as Brads cock was back in my mouth. ‘Does she know you suck cock?’ I shook my head. ‘Good! Let’s keep it that way for the time being. In time you will want to tell her you are a cock sucking faggot , but for now we will keep that under wraps’ . I carried on wanking the cock in front of me. ‘this is lesson one, you will be swallowing my cum shortly. You will then leave quietly and message me when you want lesson two. I know that will be soon, you’re a natural.’ I was still rubbing my own cock but I wanted to taste my first cum load, so I went to town on Brads cock. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t explain it. ‘ Here it comes boy, don’t spill a drop’ Brads cum hit the back of my throat and I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been saving up a few days worth as I nearly gagged as I swallowed. I licked his shaft clean and wiped his cock on my face as I had seen it the porn flicks. ‘Dress and go ‘ Brad ordered, the sound on the porn flick now filling the room as the twink was getting a pounding. ‘thank you’ I mumbled as I dressed, and slipped out of the flat. My cock was still hard, I hadn’t cum. I got quietly in the car and drove off into the night, desperate to replay the events in my head . I got home, stripped and played with my cock until I could came , imagining lesson two. I was hooked. I needed to learn more! to be continued …….

Part 8 I felt myself slide almost half way down Daddy’s arm and all I could do was moan. Daddy took over, twisting his hand arm in me until he found what he was looking for. Taking my prostate between his fingers, he began squeezing and tapping it, alternating between them. I could only groan and moan in pleasure. Then a feeling of intense pressure came over me. “Piss…” was all I could nutter. Daddy stopped his motion and warned me, “You don’t piss until I tell you. Understand?” I groaned in compliance. Daddy pulled his hand out of my sloppy cunt and moved to his bag as he told me to get on my back. I was flipped over on my back, and turned so I was sideways to the mirror. Daddy came back with a long tube and I did not know what it was. “Hold him down, this is gonna hurt..” After everything I’d taken over the last several hours, I didn’t know what else could hurt. Until I did. Daddy grabbed my shriveled cock and pulled it as far out as it would go. He then placed the tip of the tube at the piss slit and began pushing it in, having Sir apply lube as the tube was forced further down my cock. I could only watch in horror as my cock stood straight up, because of the tube. When Daddy was satisfied that the tube was in far enough, he dropped the rest of it across my chest. He stood watching me, not saying a word. When Sir began to say something, Daddy stopped him. It took me a minute to realize what was happening and what Daddy intended for me to do. “Oh, no, please. I never…” “You will. By your choice.” I continued to whimper, but was broken. I picked up the other end of the tube and stretched it from my chest to my mouth, putting it in and wrapping my lips around the hole. “Lift and spread your legs, boy. Show me that cunt.” I reached out and grabbed my legs and did as ordered. Sir lifted me up and shoved pillows under my back. My cunt was on full display. Daddy said, “I’m going back in. When I get to your prostate, you have two choices. You know what the first one is. The second is to fight the pressure. I warn you, I will not let that happen.” I could only nod. This time, I got a better view as Daddy relived my cunt lips and shoved lube in me before lubing his hand up. He entered my cunt, with some resistance due to the difference in angle. As he slid in I moaned and pleaded with my eyes to have more in me. Soon he was at my prostate again and resumed the squeeze/tap gestures. “Choose, boy.” The pressure built up again, and though I was repulsed by what I knew was coming, I let go. It took a few seconds, but the piss started releasing from my bladder. I watched in slow motion as the piss, a very dark yellow, entered the tube at the head of my cock and began moving to my mouth. “That’s it boy, piss it all out. Drink your own chem piss and get even more fucking spun. The first drops entered my mouth, and I gagged at the heat and taste. I began swallowing as the piss filled my mouth, to avoid choking on it. I heard the door open and saw in the mirror, two new guys, black and tall walk in. I kept swallowing and before I finished, I began to feel a wave of warmth from my stomach and a new high coming on. Daddy saw it and said, “It’s hitting, and it’s gonna hit hard” I lost all sense of disgust and became eagerly swallowing the rest of my piss, wanting more in my stomach and to get fucking twisted. “That is so fucking nasty. He’s drinking his own piss,” one of the new guys said. I looked over, nodded my head and watched him step out of his boxers. He was hot, not muscular or fat. And he was packing only about 7” hard. I looked at the other guy, who was about 6’3 and built like a brick shit house. He was pulling on a thick and long piece of meat. As the piss finished, and I was flying higher than ever, I let the tube fall from my mouth. “Someone, anyone, use my cunt hard.” Daddy looked to the new guys, just fist still in me. “You want his cunt?” The bigger guy said, “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna pound that sloppy hole.” Daddy pulled his hand from my cunt as the black man moved between my legs and slammed his cock all the way in. He groaned, “Fuck you sloppy faggot. Your hole is wide open.” “Cunt,” said Daddy. The guy continued fucking me, pounding me hard with each thrust. “Fuck, I can’t get off with no friction on my dick. Fucking worthless…” He stopped in mid sentence when I grabbed his right hand. It was bigger than Daddy, but not too much. I grabbed the lube with my other hand and scooped some out. He began to figure out what was happening as I smeared his right hand with the lube. “Oh fuck yeah. You want my black hand in that sloppy cunt?” I nodded and said, “Yes, I need it.” The high from the chem piss was still surging through me as I finished lubing his hand up. He started to pull out and, in response, I tightened my hold on his right hand and shook my head. “You aren’t serious.” I nodded my head and moved his hand to my cunt and his cock. He took over and began sliding his fingers in my gaping snatch. I watched in the mirror as Master was again recording my abuse. The guy struggled, but with effort and direction from Daddy, I felt his hand, wrapped around his cock slide past my lips and in. I groaned in ecstasy as I briefly lost consciousness. I came back quickly, feeling the guy jerking his dick off in me. “Oh, fuck, this is so hot. I’m, gonna blow my black jizz up your cube white boi. That’s what you want.” I could only nod, not able to form coherent words. He yelled out, “Fuck yeah, here it is,” and groaned as he intensified the jerking of motion and began unloading in me. This was the most intense cumshot with my cunt so full. After he finished shooting, He slowly pulled out, cock first, then his hand. “Goddamn that was incredible.” He turned to his buddy and said, “Bro, you gotta tap that faggot cunt.” The second guy moved between my legs and slid his dick in me. He began sliding his hand in, but his buddy stopped him. “What the fuck Jamal, I need to do what you just did.” Jamal then said, “No man, Ricky. I’m going back in.” With that, I watched as Jamal took control and slid his hand in my cunt next to his buddy’s dick. I watched a wave of confusion come across Ricky’s face, probably not believing that his dick and his buddy’s hand were next to each other, in a cum filled cunt. I noticed movement as Sir moved around behind the two guys and get on his knees behind Ricky. I felt Jamal move, his hand wrapping around Ricky’s dick. “Fuck man, what are you doing?” “Shut up and fuck the cunt. Don’t worry about me.” I couldn’t help but notice a smirk briefly appear in Jamal’s face. Soon, Ricky gave up the fight and began fucking me, which was causing him to get jerked off by Jamal. All of a sudden, Ricky stopped and bellowed, “What the fuck?” I looked over and saw Sir on his knees, his face between Ricky’s round ass. At the same time, I felt Jamal open his hand and let go of Ricky’s dick. “Shut… your fucking mouth Ricky.” Ricky was completely confused, by the sudden changes in what was happening. “You want to fuck this faggot and bust your nut, just go with the flow. Otherwise, you get the fuck out.” I saw the conflict in Ricky; the fear of Jamal’s attitude and what was probably the first time he’d had a face between his ass. Ricky started to pull out, which caused him to push his ass back on Sir’s face. He tried, but failed to stop himself from moaning. “What’s it gonna be Ricky boy?” Ricky stood for a second before sliding his dick back in me. Jamal wrapped his hand back around Ricky’s cock. Suddenly, Ricky stopped and screamed, “Fuck, what the…” I saw that Sir now had his hand between Ricky’s ass cheeks and had a finger up in him. Jamal hissed, “I told you to shut your mouth. You chose to go with the flow to get his cunt. Now, just go with it, Ricky.” I watched Sir pull his finger out and stick a large shard between his fingers. I saw Jamal watching me, seeing what I was seeing. He lifted a finger to his mouth, instructing me to remain silent. He reached down, took Ricky’s right ass cheek in his hand and pull it apart. Before Ricky could protest the touching, Sir jammed his fingers, and the big shard, up Ricky’s ass. He screamed out again, begging Sir to stop. Then he felt the burn and began begging for it to stop. Sir held his fingers in long enough to make sure the shard wasn’t coming out. He yanked them out, and quickly slammed them, along with another shard, back into Ricky. Jamal told Ricky, “Fuck his cunt, while you can. It’s almost over.” Ricky struggled to recover his focus and began fucking me again. Sir stood up, lubed up his cock and moved behind Ricky. This was going to hurt him. Ricky’s ass cheeks were pulled apart, allowing Sir direct access to the meth hole between them. He stepped forward and, as Ricky pulled back out of my cunt, Sir pushed in. Even with the meth, Ricky was in pain. He screamed, “No, please. I ain’t a faggot.” Sir pushed in, making Ricky take more of his huge cock in his ass. “Go with the flow Ricky. It’s over for you.” I get Ricky’s cock fall from my ass as the meth hit him and caused his cock to shrivel up. Sir pushed Ricky down and began railing his ass. Ricky continued pleading, crying and moaning in pain. “Fuck, Ricky, you are taking that black dick like a right good faggot. Bet you want him to shoot his load in you.” Ricky was at the edge of function and could only say, “Not…no…” between the crying and moaning. Sir picked up his pace, now pounding balls deep into what I’m sure was a virgin hole a few minutes before. He slammed in one more time and told Ricky, “Yeah bitch, wrap those pussy lips tight and make me cum in you.” He grunted several times, busting another load, and giving Ricky his first load. As soon as Sir pulled out, Ricky tried to get up. Jamal warned him, “Stay there, bitch. You’re not done.” Jamal moved between his buddy’s legs and slammed his cock balls deep. Ricky could only moan, “No, please don’t…” Jamal pounded his buddy for several minutes. He verbally degraded him, calling him pussy and bitch and faggot. He spat on Ricky’s face and yanked his head back by his hair. Jamal told him, “You’re mine now bitch. Forever, you’re my whore.” He slammed in one last time and shot a load deep in Jamal’s pussy. Master and Daddy soon followed, dropping a second and third toxic load into Ricky’s now sloppy, but apparently still tight, pussy. When they were all done, Daddy saw my face, smiled, and said, “Don’t worry, boy. I got lots of cum for you.” Jamal reached over to Ricky, who was blubbering incoherently and yanked him off of me and threw him on the floor. “Stay there were you belong. You aren’t done.” Master was the first to speak, “What the hell just happened?” Jamal turned to Sir and asked him, “You wanna tell him? Or you want me to tell him? Dad.”

I'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.

I have a FB who likes to breed me, I am his on call cum-dump. I love it, it's no nonsense breeding. He calls, I come over, I strip in the living room, I get ass up on his bed, he uses my hole, dumps his load in me and then I am up and on my way. It's a great arrangement for us both. He is a great fuck, we fit together great. Love when he breeds me. He has been wanting to share my hole with another top, I'm game. He arranged to have another top come over, but the top wanted it totally anon, me ass up blindfolded. I think thats great. I love an anon blindfolded fuck. I am told they are going to tag team me. SO fucking hot! So I lube up before I leave my house, I'm ready. I arrive at his apartment before the other top. I strip, wearing a jock strap, a harness and high socks (at the request of my fuck bud). I get in position. I start sucking my FB while we wait for the other top to arrive. I read on the top's profile he likes to also suck cock and my FB says be patient as the other top wants to suck him some first. It might happen in the living room before they come in to fuck me. I wait there blindfolded, the tension builds, I am loving it, I take a hit of poppers as I listen for clues. I hear belts being un-buckled, I hear pants dropping to the floor. Its so hot I wait with anticipation. They enter the room and I feel hands touching my ass as I am ass up waiting. I feel a nice slap on the ass and groans of delight!! I love getting my ass slapped (I have a nice fuckable ass). Now that I am blindfolded, I can't really see who or what's going on. I can only guess. I feel a cock pushing at my hole. I back up onto it. No need to go easy, I love it when a guy DIVES IN and enters me! I can take it. I think it's the other top at this point. Every one has their fuck style. Now I think the other top is standing over me and the top whose cock is in me is sucking my fuck buds cock. Not sure, but thats what I think is going on. I am getting fucked, loving it, The top pulls out, the other cock enters me, they repeat this several times. Each taking their turn fucking my hole. I hear groans of delight, my FB telling the other top how I take his cock whenever he asks, that he always breeds me raw! Then I hear my fuck bud say, Let me in, I am going to breed him. My fuck bud breeds my hole with a nice wet load...... Oh, GOD does that feel good. He pulls out and the second top enters me. There is nothing like the great feeling of a the second cock entering a nicely cum lubed hole. I absolutely love that feeling of a nice cock using the first guys cum as lube!! The second top pounds my hole, then pulls out to jerk himself to climax and then dives into my hole spewing his load inside!! SO hot!! He pulls out, he's done!! My FB enters me to just feel the slippery cum filled hole. The second top heads out to get dressed and leave. My FB escorts him out as I lay there in pig heaven thinking about the anon cum inside me!! So fucking hot. I lay there until my FB comes back!! Then I get up and get dressed and I head home with two nice wet loads in my hole. My FB says he is talking with other tops as he wants to do this again!! I can't wait!!

Regarding "the curve" I'll begin with a confession. Many years ago, a man was working my hole with a 7 inch dildo, and lost his grip and the entire thing went deep in my hole. We couldn't get the damn thing out, so I went to the E.R. The doctor had me on my hands and knees and told me to arch my back down and get my chest as close to the table as possible. He said that would straighten the curve and using some kind of long forceps he was able to extract it. Point to my story is position is key, so try different ones. And be careful what you insert.

I had an unexpected visit from a bb friends of mine from our of town. I guess he just want to talk a while. We started talking about the fun he'd had at one of the Cumunion parties - I've not been to one yet. I should probably bucket list that. He went out to his car and came back with his backpack & announced he was going to have a shower. I said sure and followed him upstairs and waited in my room, in the dark. Of course I was striped and ready. He came out and walked up / put his cock in my mouth and before too long he had his hard cock with the rough P.A. up my ass. I flipped him over and got all the way up his hole with one quick stroke (he's a 'scort and used to it), and I bred him, with his load up my ass, trying to get out. Now I remember why he is such a good friend: he has a Top 5 ass that loves to milk cock. I hope he stops by unannounced the next time he's in town.

I feel like I am getting a high when he enters me. One load isn't enough. I try to always host more than one guy when I play because of that reason. Nothing else matters during this time. I want to suck get fucked and bred. I'd rather have guys cum than me, which I rarely ever cum.

Some black chocolate messaged me this morning on Grindr saying we meet last summer at pride event and he was in town on an "in and out" business trip, flight at 3pm. Sorry for the late notice but he had a two hrs to burn and wanted to know If was available... told my boss I was feeling a possible fever and want to take a lunch and finish my day remotely. Hmmm, a delicious cock & balls and a man who knows "how to fuck" was just what the doctor ordered. Typing this with the taste still in my mouth and his load deep in my freshly used ass.

i've been feeling the same thing for a while now. casual sex isn't as fun as it once was. the excitement of hooking up in a public restroom, a park, an abs, disappeared with the invention of hookup sites. going to a hotel room or house to fuck some random hookup in a pump and dump isn't fun. there is no imagination or excitement, no possibility of being caught in a public or outdoor space, which can heighten the intense feelings of doing an anonymous hookup. i find it more fun to fuck a close friend in an outdoor space or public restroom, or even going to an abs into the booths and fucking each other through the gloryholes. at least i know i'm going to have fun with that friend and that there is no need to feel nervous or fear for my life if i accidentally hook up with a lunatic. i think society is going to go through a burnout soon like we did in the 1970s, since we're mindlessly drinking, drugging, and fucking so much. i don't want another repeat of the 1980s when the evangelicals capitalized on AIDS and whipped the world into a frenzy of fear and hatred, but i do want a return to sex on a more intimate level than what we're seeing now.

Part 2 I was panting like a dog in heat. My eyes were nearly glazing over, my tongue was sticking out. I'm pretty sure I looked like one of those girls in a hentai movie after getting pounded into oblivion. I glanced around the room; there must have been at least a whole nother 15 or 20 men who showed up. The third man of the stepped up and shoved his cock into me to the hilt. I whelped at first as my cum stained hole had tightened up a little but I was moaning loudly as the man brutally fucked me. He was a shorter and paunchier white daddy, whose cock was all that big, but it was thick. Thicker than a beer can. He was overtop of me, pounding my hole. I collapsed onto my belly as he fucked in prone. "Hmm... I love fucking neg holes like yours. My poz load is incredibly potent, I've knocked up many sluts like you. Take it, slut!" he whispered in my ear. At this point, I was already cumming hands free for the second time of the night as he mercilessly fucked me. Two minutes later, he gave one final thrust and unleashed his potent load inside me. He whispered that he hoped it was his load that impregnated me. He grabbed the marker and drew his tally on my ass. That was three. The next man stepped up and flipped me onto my back. It was an Asian daddy who was short and skinny. In fact, he was wasting away, that's how skinny he was. His cock was short and thin, but he made up for it with passionate fucking. He kept his passionate pace, fucking for seemed like an hour and still hadn't cum in me yet. My cock had recovered and was hard again, flopping around, slapping against me as the daddy fucked me. Just as I thought he was about to cum, he pulls out and motions for a whole nother daddy to join him. A fat black grandpa with a raging hard BBC laid down next to me and motioned for me to climb up on top and ride him. I climbed up and eased myself down onto his raging hard cock. He slowly started to pump in and out of my hole, gaping it wider. My cum filled and wrecked hole was full, but within moments, it became fuller. The Asian daddy slim his thin dick back into me. I was being double penetrated. The two expertly alternated piston fucking me. Within five minutes, the Asian daddy didn't last and blasted his potent seed. This in turn set off the black grandpa, who also came inside me. Two loads for the price of one. The both wrote a tally on my ass. I was up to five poz loads now. The three poz daddies who came in me, left. Robert and Bill told me even more were planning on arriving. I looked at the clock on the wall, 11:16 pm. Five loads into an all-night and potentially into the morning pozbang.

Thanks for the comments so far. Im glad people are enjoying it. ______________________________________Part 5 *have it your way* The text keeps flashing through my mind even hours later when my wife and I went to bed. What is he going to do? His note just said no rules for a while but I just keep getting the feeling it's going to be more. I get almost no sleep that night the cage and the daunting feeling keeping me awake most of the night. I go to the gym bright and early and join Sir Nate in the locker room. "Good morning Sir" I say his smell hits me right away. It seems stronger somehow. It makes me want to be naked with him. I'm not gay. I'm just doing this to get my cage off. "Good morning boi" he replied. "I heard someone got in trouble." His tone made me feel really bad. "I'm sorry Sir I made a mistake. It won't happen again" he pulls out my work out clothes from his bag. "Good Boi. If you didn't fail you'd have the next rule right now" He's walkig towards me his smell getting stronger my head starting to go fuzzy. "Here's your workout uniform today" there was no jockstrap. I want to ask for one but can't seem to form words. All I see is him in his singlet and his chest hair. I kind of want to smell his chest imagining this fuzzy feeling becoming permanent just a bit of fuzzy and euforia. No wait I have a wife, I can't do this to here. I quickly strip with Sir Nate right beside be. While I'm completely naked he feels up my body a little bit keeping what little distance is between us. After he drops his hand I put on the new singlet which is the same cut as last time but this one is dark green while wearing it you can clearly see my cage sinch I have no underwear to hide it. We headed out into the gym. We do various work outs and I notice that Sir gets a lot closer during them. Usually he is on the machine beside me or something along those lines but this time he uped my weights by a lot and says he needs to spot me. I feel his cock rubbing against me the entire session. None of the body builders seem to notice, or they don't mind. When we are doing bench press his cock is pretty much pressed against my face. I should be disgusted but I feel like I'm about to break my cage my dick is trying so hard to grow. I just want to lick his cock. I could if I wanted to, I would just need to stick out my tongue. No. wife. Straight. me. "Your almost there I think your master will be pleased with your progress." His voice snaps me out of my train of though" "What?" He slaps me hard across my ass. I'm doing squats now. I don't even remember moving. We are alone I the gym now and our singlets are around our waste. He back behind me spotting me again and I can feel his cock pressing against my ass through the layers of spandex. "What Sir" "Sorry Sir, what did you mean Sir" "Better, I think Jackson will be impressed with your body, it's not much now but you can see it will be the way he likes it." "Thank you Sir" We finish up our work out and back in the changeroom he gives me a jock strap to wear. I take off the singlet which he takes from me and I start looking for my clothes. "Sir do you know where my clothes are?" I ask "Yes I do" as I see him add my singlet to a bag of my clothes. He zips it up "you are expected at Master Jacksons in an hour. Good luck" he takes my clothes and leaves. How am I going to get to my car in nothing but a jockstrap? I trun to grab my keys from the locker remembering I keep them in my pants. I don't need to get to my car I need to get to Jackson's house. Fuck me. I find a towel in the locker room but no clothes any where. I guess I will have to use this. I wrap it around my waist tight and start walking. Sir Nate told me I had an hour Jackson's house is is a 55min walk so I have to get moving. I know of some hiking trails so I get most of thebway there just seeing confused hikers. But when I have to go back on the main streets the worse thing happens. I almost got hit by a car. I get up about to tear this guy a new one when Sean gets out of the car. "What the fuck are you doing" he yells "why are you naked." "I'm not naked and can you drive me somewhere." I get in his car before he responds" "What happened" I relayed the info as he drives and he just shakes his head at me. "I need you to divorce my mom she doesn't need this kind of shit again." "I told you I'm not gay. I'm not enjoying this. Do you think I have a choice in the mater." "I do think you're enjoying this. If you didn't want to run around in a jockstrap you would have asked the front desk of the gym to borrow their phone and called your wife." I'm silent the idea didn't cross my mind. "Exactly, you keep saying you don't want this but from where I'm standing it seems like every decision you've made is to encourage it." "I made one mistake you can't say every decision" "You say the letter said no more rules for a week if you failed to provide photo evidence of wearing thongs and jockstrap. Then why did you not wear the thong. You could have worn your boxers over or just taken the thong with you but I think you wanted the extra week." He parked and pretty much pushed me out of his car "fucking fags they are the worst at thinking" he drives off. I didn't want the extra week. I didn't want the extra week. Why do I need to convince myself of this. I go inside and Jackson orders me to start cooking right away. I cook everything. We eat in silence. When he starts fag school he asks "how are you going to make me happy and forget your blatant disregard for my rules?" "All I can off you is my dick Sir" if I don't get a rule at least I'll get to cum. "OK I think I have something in mind" fuck yes. It's better than nothing. We go to the bed room and I'm about to take my jockstrap off when he stops me. "Not yet" he puts chains on my ankles. "This way you can't take the jock strap off unless I let you" He teases me going down my body as he unlocks me and the moment the cage is loose. I'm like a rock, full mast, ready to be blown. He walks over to the other side of the bed and grabs something from his bed side table. Coming back I realise it's a condom. He puts it on me and kneels on the bed doggy style. "Umm. Aren't you going to blow me?" "I think you know what you have to do to let me forgive your error" Fuck

As we all slowly get older, it’s gotten more and more difficult for me to pick up cock in places like saunas. Traveling around the world, some sites have been gold mines, others not so. My last proper breeding (and also the most loads I’ve ever taken at once) was in a place that always works for me. There is a small city, actually a university town, in the middle to north of Germany that I have to frequently visit on business. The first time I was there I updated my profile on Romeo (previous gayromeo) to state that I was staying in a hotel, and I was looking for guys to use my hole and pound me silly. Turns out that most o the older guys there all know each other, and next thing you know I’ve got 3 guys in my hotel room, all drinking beers and getting to know me. Eventually I get down on my knees and start pulling cocks out of trousers. One is an average 6”, but with a lovely shape. One is about the same length, but much thicker with a huge mushroom head. The final cock is a decent 8” with a lovely upward curve. I was in a red jock strap and eventually, after bringing all the assorted cocks to life, it was time for me to get on the bed with my arse up and face down. One of them starts rimming me, getting my hole ready. I feel him spreading lube over my hole before he starts slipping first 1, then 2 and finally 3 fingers inside me. Then I heard the opening of the condom packet. We’d all had the sti discussion online, but they had asked for condoms. I’d organized some from the local sex shop when I’d bought my poppers, but using a very sharp needle, all of them had been sabotaged. The first guy with the average cock is overly keen as he started slow at first, but soon was really hammering away. At some point he paused and I’m guessing that this is when he noticed the condom had broken. A moments hesitation later he then doubled his pace and was ramming it home. Suddenly I felt the tell tale shudder and he slammed it in as deep as he could. Then he slowly pulled it out before saying in German (oh shit, the condom broke). Knowing that I’d had a deep clean out, it would have been rude not to turn around and inspect it myself, and as he held it up to show everyone in the room, I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned the cum off of it whilst looking into his eyes. This seemed to set something off, and the next guy (mushroom head) put his beer down and started to walk towards me. He turned me around and sank his tongue into my arse, slurping up his friends cum. He then stood up, placed another condom on his cock and eased into me. This guy was much thicker, and he was hitting my prostate with every stroke. This time I have no idea when the condom broke, as he didn’t hesitate once. Lo and behold, after about 15 minutes of non-stop pounding he announced that he was about to shoot his load into me. This one I felt, despite the overstimulation my prostate had received, I actually felt everything just get wetter and he flooded my guts. Again the condom is removed and observations are made that his too had broken. I said that I’d gotten them all at the same time in the sex shop, and that it might be a bad batch. Then I took his cock in my mouth too, savouring the taste of cum. The third guy more or less assumed what I had done, as he winked at me whilst I was sucking the other cock. He stood up and remarked that if that was the case it was good that we were all tested, and that he wasn’t missing the chance to blow in me like his friends had. Back in doggy again, his dick despite being the biggest one so far was slipped into me using only cum as lube. After the hammering I’d already taken meant that I was soon squirting from my own cock, as the prostate orgasms just kept rolling over me. Eventually he blew his load in me, and once again I was cleaning his cock. After that we all opened another beer and just started chatting for about an hour or so. After that we started again, but this time nobody reached for a rubber at all. Hopefully going back there soon 🙂

I wouldn't mind fresh from the cob- but the few times I froze some of my own cum and then broke it out of the freezer and tasted it, it always seemed to have taken on a freezer burn type of flavor. And the thawed cum seemed to have separated out some, with a watery layer, some thicker fluid, and a base in the bottom. Now, who do I have to blow to get 10 to 20 guys all willing to feed me their loads in rapid succession?

I love watching guys do it, but too much becomes too overwhelming for my taste.

I got eight loads in a vial that was frozen from a Navy Doctor. I kept it frozen for about a week, un-froze it and took a sip and yep, it was downright salty. Drank all eight loads, but felt a little nauseous afterward. Lol.

i froze 9 loads in a tube...was in my freezer for about 2 months. i then used it as a "cumsicle", making sure to swallow every frozen drop of it!!

so a little over a week ago, the day before I came back to thailand for another 2 months of being a full time t-girl cumdumpster, I was on the subway in Toronto at night and a guy recognized me. he said “I know you pretty girl. you’re that cumhole from the bathhouse. I put like 5 loads in your ass last week. suck my cock baby” then pulled his cock out right there. we were in one of the older style trains with not many people on it but we were definitely in full view of a few people but I just started sucking his cock right there. a couple close by people got off at the next stop but a guy and a girl were clearly watching. he said “stand up slut. I’m gonna fuck you” so I stood up and he pulled my panties down and fucked me right there bent over the back seat, beside the booth and blew his load in me. then he said “I love that fuckhole, thanks bitch” then got off the next stop. the couple said “that looked like so much fun. thanks for the free show! got anything else to show” lol I actually pulled out my cock and jerked myself off and they applauded when I came then they got off at the next stop.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 3 - Sam's Second Roulette Sam's week went like a dream. He thought about roulette night all the time. Sam forced himself to study, but couldn't concentrate in lectures or on the books he was reading. The thoughts always ended up in the fuck bench and bottoms that got the seeds of unknown men in their asses. Sperm whose status they don't know. Sam also went to work and organized next week's roulette. With each bottom, Sam wondered if he himself could be in his shoes. Everything went as planned, except on Thursday, the roulette day, one bottom announced that he couldn't come. Sam was very excited and went to George to explain the situation. Sam said that one bottom cannot come, but Sam can replace him himself. "Oh no, this again. Why do I always hire bottoms. This always happens," complained George. "It really doesn't work that way. You have to do your job. I've made it clear that in this situation you should call the next negative and unmedicated bottom on the list. You better hurry. We'll talk about this situation tonight after roulette," George continued. Sam freaked out that George was going to fire him. However, the evening went well. All the 8 bottoms and 10 tops arrived and Sam did a good job. He did his best while sucking the cocks of the tops waiting for their turn. He wanted George to see how well he was giving his all at work. When everyone else had left, all were cleaned and Sam and George were two, George asked Sam to sit on the couch with him. George offered Sam some wine. George asked Sam if he is sure that Sam wants to offer his ass to unknown men and is aware of the risks of unprotected sex. "Yes," said Sam quietly and shyly. "Are you sure?" asked George. "Yes I am," said Sam more boldly now. "I thought you only had protected sex," continued George. "Yes, but... Uh, yes... I've actually realized that this is what I've always wanted. I haven't dared admit even to myself that I'm a cumdump. I want my ass filled with cum. That's all I want,” said Sam. "Well, well. But the fact is that you are working here. It is absolutely impossible to think that as an employee you would be on that fuck bench with your ass up. How could you carry out your duties that way. Do you want to continue as an organizer," asked George. "Yes I do. Absolutely I do," said Sam. "Ok. This is agreed then. On the other hand, we also have other opportunities. Sometimes I organize events of the same type at home - private events. As my employee, you could very well participate if you want. Of course, they are not as well organized and there are fewer participants. But if you're interested, this is also possible. In fact, next Sunday I could organize if you're interested," said George. "Yes, I'm interested. I'd love to participate," said Sam greedily. "Agreed. Come to my place on Sunday at 5 p.m. I think it's going to be great," said George.

I took a deep inhale of my third cigarette in a row, while continuing to stare dumbfounded at my phone. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp groups - all had been used to communicate to my nearest and dearest what I had become. It must have been so early on in the night that he had managed to unlock it by pointing it at my face without me knowing, given how long the pictures had been up. I had deleted them of course, but the damage was done. The vitriol in the messages and comments made it clear that people had seen it, and they were not amused. No more need to break up with Sarah, she was well aware of what I now was. Probably no need to get involved with the normally complicated planning of the family Christmas gathering, as I doubt any of them would want me there around my nieces and nephews. Unlikely to be many more drinks with the guys. Doubtful I would play football with that particular club again. Even if not everyone I was connected to had seen the graphic images, they would certainly hear about them. At least, for now, nothing related to my job seemed to have been affected. "I can't believe you did this to me" I quietly said to the pierced guy and his partner, before taking another deep draw on my cigarette. "Yeah, well, now you won't have any distractions getting in the way of servicing the many men who will want a piece of you" said the pierced guy, although I detected a slight hesitance in his voice. I was not convinced he had known his partner was going to do this. "You've destroyed my life" I said, a bit more firmly. "Your old life" the partner said. "That's not who you are anymore." "Fuck you" I replied. "That was for me to decide, not you." "Oh, he's finally growing a pair" replied the partner, sneering at me. "Bit late now though. If you'd shown you had a spine before now I might have reconsidered." Man, I had misjudged these two. Or at least the partner. I knew they were pushing me into things fast, but I never detected any malice before now. "Come on" said the pierced guy, quite gently. "We'll take you home. I think you've had enough for tonight." I was now convinced he hadn't played a part in what his partner had done. I looked at him, and then nodded. "Just you though" I said. "I'm done with your friend here." His partner sneered at me, but the pierced guy looked at him and nodded. The partner looked between the two of us, and then went back inside in a bit of a huff. "I'm sorry" said the pierced guy. "I didn't know he was going to do that." "Yeah, I figured" I replied. "I'm ruined." "You're not ruined" he said. "If your friends and family love you, they'll come around." "After I've apparently sent them graphic photos and videos of me getting gangbanged?" I responded. "Yeah" he sighed, "perhaps not." We stood looking at one another for a moment, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me back inside. I got out of the restraints, and put my clothes and bling back on. From the sounds of it there was still plenty going on downstairs, but we slipped back outside and walked back to the car. "Where's home?" he asked. "Clapham" I replied. "But you can drop me off at a station or something." "No, that's OK" he said. "I think I owe you at least a chauffeur-driven ride home." The drive back was near silent. I mostly just stared out the window, losing myself in an increasingly panicked cycle of thoughts about what had happened and what was to follow. Sensing my deteriorating state of mind, shortly after setting out the pierced guy had pulled over, taken my phone out of my hands, put it on night mode and then handed it back, all without speaking. Thereafter I just watched the world go by, lost in my thoughts. Eventually we got back to the quiet street where Sarah and I rented an upstairs flat in a terraced house. Rather than just stopping and letting me out, he parked the car in a rare space and then sat for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" I eventually asked. Strangely, now that we were here, I felt like I needed company to stave off the panic. "Is that what you want?" he responded. "Yes" I stated. "Your partner is a cunt for what he has done to me, but you didn't know about that. Right now I don't think I want to be alone." "OK" he said, before opening the car door and climbing out. I did the same, lighting up a cigarette once I was on the pavement. We waited for a couple of minutes for me to quickly finish it, then I stubbed it out and plonked the butt into our wheelie bin. I then let us in, and we went upstairs. How things had changed since I was last there. I looked around at almost a living museum of the life I had led before the weekend. It wasn't really who I was, I knew that even while going along with it, but it was definitely a thing of the past now. I figured I would have to start the process of moving out the next day, although to go where I had no idea. I doubted I would have many offers of a spare room or sofa. "Would you like a drink?" I asked him, putting those thoughts aside for now.. "Are we here to drink?" he replied, after a pause. "I guess not" I said. Without any further words, I turned off the lights I had just switched on, and headed into the bedroom. He followed me in, and within a few minutes I was face down on the bed with his pierced cock once again buried deep up my hole. Sunday would be hell. Sunday would be the fallout. Sunday would be the first day of whatever life I was now going to be leading. But for now, I closed my eyes and just accepted my fate.

I woke up during the late afternoon, and hauled myself off the bed. I padded through to the bathroom, took off the leather restraints and got into the shower for the second time that day, this time to clean up the remnants of the latest set of guys to use me. Once finished and towel-dried, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself for a while. There I was, still the same guy on the outside, but now changed in so many other ways. No longer a straight guy who liked to have some fun with other men between relationships. Probably on my way to having HIV. Happy. Yes, happy. A man who is attracted to women should not be pleased about resigning himself to a life of being used by other men, but I could not deny that the decisions I had taken over the last few hours had calmed something inside me. Maybe, I wondered, this was a sign that I wasn't so straight after all, if I ever was. But yet, even in that moment of staring at whoever it was I had become, I could not deny that it was women who got me aroused. I chuckled to myself as I thought of what a psychoanalyst would do with someone whose wiring was so clearly messed up. Then there was the virus. I don't know how many of the loads I had taken on the heath had been toxic, but every single one that had gone inside me in that bedroom this morning had been. My hole had been roughed up by all those piercings, and I could not see how I was headed for anything except conversion. I had heard about some sort of drug that you could take, a bit like a morning after pill, but it did not seem to register that this was an option for me. I was going to become poz, and that's all there was to it. This was all a bit too much to think about, so I shook my head and then looked around the bathroom. I was pleased, perhaps a bit surprised, to see my watch, chains, wallet and other bits still sitting on the countertop where I had dumped it all while my clothes were put into the machine, so I re-blinged and then carried the rest back out into the bedroom. It was then that I noticed my clothes neatly folded on a chair, so clearly one of the hosts had slipped in while I was passed out. That was sweet, I thought. I got myself dressed, and then decided to open up the doors into the garden so I could have a cigarette. I wasn't sure where my hosts were, but a bit of nicotine was needed before I headed upstairs to investigate. I should probably go home too, I decided. I enjoyed the smoke in the warm afternoon sun, so lit another shortly after. Once that was done, I went back through the bedroom and upstairs. Just as I reached the hallway, the pierced guy emerged from what I could see was a big kitchen. "Ah, there's our juicy cumdump" he said, smirking at me. "Hi" I said. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Not sure" I replied. "A bit sore." "Well, not too sore I hope" he said, his expression now taking on a bit of a leer. "We have plans for you." "You do?" I asked, rather hesitantly. "Hell yes" he said. "The video from this morning are already very popular, so you're much in demand." "Video?" I croaked. "Oh yes" he said, grinning. "Every moment was captured and live-streamed, and the recording has got very popular in even just a few hours." I gulped. OK, it was one thing to have submitted myself to that gangbang, but another for it to be out there in full public view. "You...you filmed it?" I asked. "Can...can you see my face?" "Of course" he replied, as though it was nothing. "Pozzing videos are always more popular when you can see the bottom accepting their fate." At this point I mentally shut down. Somewhere, out there, was a video showing me willingly taking toxic load after toxic load. Whatever hazy plans I may have had about keeping my new life from my friends and family, there was now a good chance that my cover was going to be blown. My cousin, my sister's brother-in-law, even one of the two gay guys on my football team. Any of them could be into this stuff. "What's more" the pierced guy continued, "we've had an offer in from an acquaintance of ours who rather enjoyed having something to watch with his lunch." "What kind of offer?" I asked, glancing back up at him after staring at the floor for quite a while. "Well, he's got a load of guys assembling at his club tonight for a bit of fun together, and he thinks you will be the perfect star attraction." He paused, perhaps waiting for me to say something. "You know, sort of a live-action sequel to this morning." "Oh god" I sighed, looking back down. "You said you were free all weekend" he suggested. "No real reason to leave those guys unsatisfied, is there?" "I was going to go home" I mumbled. He walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son" he said, causing me to look up at him. "You bent over a log on the heath and took what was coming to you for hours last night. You didn't fight when we suggested you lie down on the bed and take on another group of men this morning. This is who you are. Just embrace it." "I'm straight" I croaked out. "Yeah, well, boo for you" he said, smiling warmly at me. "You're a cumdump, soon to be a poz cumdump. Anything else is just a distraction." I stared into his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked back down to the floor. "Good lad" he said, patting my shoulder a couple of times. "Now, seeing as you're not going anywhere, why don't I make you a drink or two before we get you ready for tonight." "I'm hungry" I said, still looking at the floor. "For food" I added, feeling I needed to clarify what I meant. "OK" he said, "but we can't be filling you up, not with what you've got ahead of you." He turned and went back into the kitchen, and I paused for a moment before following him in to see his partner sitting at a big glass dining table reading a newspaper. "We on?" he asked, looking up at the pierced guy. "We're on" he replied, grinning at his partner. "Good lad" said the other, turning to looking at me. Good boy. Good lad. I was starting to feel like a pet dog to these two. But hey, I guess that's what I was sort of becoming...

Thanks for that follow bud!

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

I definitely agree with the other opinions that Morocco, Egypt and Turkey (yes, I know it isn’t Africa;-) are definitely places where you can be taken without a condom! On many occasions, I was fucked raw in Turkish hammams and it was incredible. I think the whole Middle East and North Africa are full of horny straight, gay and bisex men wanting to dump their seed in a hot hole!

Dang, that's probably twice my best year, which was probably 2019. Seems like action is still off since Covid.

I'm also looking to become a human toilet slave for piss and shit. I want to eventually become a 24/7 toilet.

Based on that answer it sounds like your problem is solved. Good luck.

Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) December 2008 I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck. I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm. We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays. Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended. As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa. “Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen. As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste. I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief. With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead. “Fuck.” Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly. “Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning. “Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.” “You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.” “There’s no sign,” I said. “Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.” “I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily. “Is there another bathroom?” I asked. “Only for employees,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it. “Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge. I nodded. “You can still go,” he said. I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.” “Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.” “It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.” “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?” I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply. “I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?” “Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.” He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?” “I’m ready to burst,” I said. He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked. My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it. “Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned. My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.” I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?” “Of course,” I told him. “Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole. My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.” “I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.” “I ONLY top,” I told him. He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.” “I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.” He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.” I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.” “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half. “Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.” “I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body. He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.” “How naughty?” I asked, playing along. “Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.” “How about some of the fathers you saw today?” “A few,” he said. “Me too,” I told him. “You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.” I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.” Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge. “Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.” “You want it?” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?” “I do!” “You want to be my twenty-fifth?” “Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant. “Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.” “Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!” “FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me. “From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.” “I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.” “My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.” I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue. “Happy with my gift?” I asked him. “We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock. I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating. “I’m Nick,” he said. “Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow. “You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.” “Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.” “Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.” “Never,” I told him. ** Four Weeks Later: I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice. “How’s my favorite Santa?” I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass. “The holiday rush is over,” he said. "So, no more Santa?" "Unless you want him back," he told me. "I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me." "Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.” “Ready for another round?” I asked him. “Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.” “What of?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.” I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story. Enjoy.

Part 22 I took a deep breath as he was pushing me gently but firmly into the dark area, holding me by the hips and guiding me through the groups of guys. I inhaled the smells deeply, a strong combination of sweat, cum and poppers. My head was already spinning and I had to lean back onto him to make sure I would not trip and fall. I was being very careful, taking small steps, and I could feel the breath of strangers on me, guys who got distracted from what they were doing by our arrival. Hands were flying all over my body, grabbing my cock and ass as we were passing. I felt his grip tightening on my waist, indicating me to stop. "Here, it will be perfect. Bend over." he ordered. I complied and felt a bench in front of me. I rested my hands on it, keeping my arms straights and I could feel the armbands tightening around my triceps. My back was as arched as possible and my ass was exposed. My shorts were pulled brutally down to my ankles and I immediately felt a warm tongue getting to work on my hole, forcing it to open, and getting ready for what was coming. The cum I had been trying to keep inside was leaking out and I tried showing how much I wanted another load by arching my back to the maximum and opening my hole as wide as I could. Five minutes later, I felt a cock rubbing onto my sloppy hole. "We're getting a lot of attention, boy. I'll start fucking you, it will open the way to other" he whispered into my ear, giving me a little bite before standing up and thrusting into my ass easily. I pulled my head up to show how much I enjoyed it but he instantly grabbed it and directed it to my left. "Open your mouth and suck him". Someone shoved a dick into my mouth, it was tasting of cum already but there was no way to know if it was his or if he had collected it from fucking another sloppy hole. I was surrounded, I was covered with hands and dicks which trying to make their way to either my mouth or my ass. I don't know if he shot a third load or not but he pulled out after five minutes and I could hear him step aside. "Here we go" he said to my ear. He was standing on my right and I could feel another dick slowly sliding into my sloppy hole and starting to fuck me. The guy I was blowing on my left blew his load down my throat, holding my head to make sure his cum would not go to waste. I swallowed it all, almost gagging for air. As he left, my head was immediately directed to my right. "Suck me, boy, as I watch you being used." I was at his complete mercy, I was not thinking and I was definitely not expected to think myself. I just had to be a hole for all the men he would tell me to please, in whatever way he wanted. This thought just filled my brain completely as a bottle of poppers was almost pushed up my nose, and my mind went almost completely blank. I was only focused on being a good slut, showing how much I was craving cum and dick, no matter the cost at the end. The guy behind me picked up the pace and I heard him roar as he was firmly gripping my hips, balls deep. He shot his load - maybe my fourth or fifth of the night, I was starting to lose count. I was a little too high on poppers and excitement. "Good little fag" I heard, not knowing who this was coming from. Another guy took his place, as I was still sucking my guy's cock. I was drenched in sweat, I needed a break but it did not matter at that point. My body was not mine anymore. Two or three guys took turns for the following fifteen or twenty minutes. I had no way to know if they shot their loads or not but my hole was getting sloppier with long strings of cum dripping along my legs. We must had been in the dark room for about forty-five minutes, I was tired but I was determined to keep going. I did not have a choice anyway, my guy was still holding me firmly in place, putting me back into position when I tried to get away. He had been giving words of encouragement to the guys who had been taking turns in both my mouth and my ass, telling them that I was a fucking cum whore who deserved to be bred. "My turn" a deeper voice said from behind. I felt a thicker cock sliding in. My body tightened a bit, even if my hole had gotten looser than usual after all that action and despite the copious amount of cum coating it. I gasped a bit, letting go of my guy's cock which escaped my mouth. -"Fuck, that slut is full of cum. Feels warm and nice in there". -"Yeah, get him pregnant, man. He's been asking for it all week!" -"He's neg?" -"Not for long!" That was it. He had not gotten into poz talk since we had arrived, but he was feeling more and more comfortable. -"You wanna give him your poz load, man?" he asked the guy. -"Yeah, I'm gonna poz him up! He on PrEp?" they were not addressing me in any way. All the questions were directed to my top, I had no say in any of the matter. -"He was. Until a week ago."

Part 20 I was feeling great, and the memory of the previous day’s adventures was fading. The pain had gone, I was feeling horny and hungry, and those pics just lit up a fire in me. Gone those terrors I had the night before, the doubts that had been haunting my mind for the past week. I was rubbing my cock through my underwear, looking avidly at that cock pic he said he had taken live when he sent it. I was remembering that first time he had loaded my ass with his poz cum, just a few days ago, and I could not understand why I had been so freaked out all week long. “Make sure you’re ready at 8pm, boy! And prepare some change of clothes as you won’t be back before tomorrow!” he texted as I was jerking on his pic. I edged myself a few times, checking pozzing videos online and imagining it would soon be me. I got up around 11AM and figured I should eat something now in order to prep for 8PM. I grabbed some brunch and decided to walk around the city and explore until I had to get ready. With all the meetings, I had not had any time to discover the area, which turned out to be pretty nice. Beach, pier, a very nice afternoon with a constant boner thinking about his poz dick. With my hands in my pockets, I was continuously rubbing my cock, and was checking the time frantically hoping 8PM would come faster. I got back at my hotel around 5:30PM and started prepping, sniffing a bit of poppers from time to time. I was at the curb in front of my hotel at 8PM sharp. At that point, I was just too horny and excited to think about anything else but that dick and cum. The loss of my PrEp had escaped my mind completely. An old blue Toyota stopped right in front of me. It was him. He motioned me to get in . I sat by him and closed the door. “Look what you’re doing to me, boy!” I looked down and his dick was out of his pants, fully hard. He pulled me in and gave me a deep kiss, before pushing my head down to his cock. “Kiss it, boy.” I did and he put it back into his pants. “Soon, it will be all yours” he added as he started driving. We drove for twenty-five minutes until we got to a motel. We got out of the car and he told me to wait while he would get the keys to the room. He came back five minutes later and we made our way to the second floor into a double room. It was clean but old looking. “Make yourself comfortable, we’ll spend quite some time here”. I dropped my bag and went to the bathroom. When I came out, he had dimmed the light and he was naked. “Strip down to your jocks, boy.” he ordered. I took my pants and t-shirt off. I was just wearing my white jockstrap. “On your knees here.” I kneeled in front of him. “Open your mouth” I did and he spit into it before shoving his already hard cock down my throat. He started to fuck my face mindlessly, firmly holding my head from behind. I was trying to catch quick breaths between thrusts as best as I could until he pulled completely out. “Climb onto the bed now, ass up.” I did and he started eating my ass, pushing his tongue as deep as possible and making my hole all wet and sloppy. After ten minutes, he got up and lined his dick with my hole and started pushing the tip into it. “It’s time again, boy. You got already one poz load from me a week ago. But now, it’s one additional week without meds for me. My dick is more toxic than it was last time” he said while sliding in slowly. I could feel every inch entering my ass, with the help of his spit and precum. His poz dick was getting inside me and I was feeling strangely high. He waited to be fully in before starting to fuck me harder. I could tell he was horny as hell. After a few minutes, he flipped me to my back and shoved his dick right back in. “I want to look at your face, boy”. He picked up the pace and screamed as he shot his load. “ Turn around.” I felt something on my right butt cheek. “There, that’s load number one”. He had marked my ass. “Tonight, I’ll turn you into a Poz cumdump, boy. A poz cumdump who’ll beg for toxic loads”.

I used to be a condoms only guy and was being drilled by a regular fuckbud who preferred bare. Long story short, he persuaded me to try bb with him, I loved the feeling and the slickness when he shot his load into me. Safe to say, I have never looked back and not touched a condom since 😈😈

I'm just going to go ahead and assume it was Jim Cantore and jerk off thinking about it.

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…