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You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued

Kinda trashy white bi dude just fucked my ass raw and bred me... his cum is leaking out of my hole as I type this. He hit me up on grindr driving through looking for "just head". he offered to swing by and I guess he noticed from my profile that I was a bottom so he added that he had condoms if I wanted fucked too. Since it was already like 4am and I was tired I declined on getting fucked, but mostly because of the condom. anyway he had a nice dick which he sent a picture of and I hadn't had any luck finding dick all night so I was still down to suck him off and send him on his way with some empty balls. Takes him about 20 mins to get to my apartment, and I let him in and he pulls down his pants and lays back on my bed. I immediately get down on my knees and start licking and sucking his cock. doesn't take him long to get hard and he's pretty verbal which turns me on. I pull my own shorts down a bit to free my cock which is getting rock hard from this masculine rough dude naked on my bed with his cock in my mouth. he keeps referring to himself as daddy and telling me what a good cock sucker i am. I was originally hoping for a quick blow and go but could already tell he was gonna take a while, which i was becoming more and more okay with the more turned on I got. after maybe 5 or 10 minutes of me sucking and worshipping his cock, he asked if he could eat my hole "for a bit". I should've seen where this was going but since he made a point of mentioning condoms earlier I really just thought he wanted to eat my ass to get himself off. so we switch positions - i get on the bed on all fours and he gets behind me and dives face first into my fuck hole. IT felt really good and I was getting really turned on. he was asking me if I liked it, to which I of course responded "yes daddy". Pretty soon I felt him pressing his raw cock against my tight hole. Fuck I was so turned on that he was going to bareback me. He didn't even ask if he could fuck me, or mention anything about status, condoms, etc. just started fucking his big hard cock into my tight pussy. I was really tight and he was slow opening me up which I appreciated. It didn't take long for him to turn my tight little hole into a loose sloppy pussy. he kept calling me baby and telling me what a good fuckhole i was. as much as I love being called any nasty depraved name in the book, 'baby' makes my pussy quiver more than anything. i was so turned on, just face pressed into the bed basically drooling and moaning while he cunted me. After a while he wanted to pull out and have me suck him more, but I wanted his load in my ass. I asked him where he wanted to cum and he responded by asking me where i wanted it. I told him i wanted it in my pussy daddy. "yeah baby you want daddy's load in your pussy fuckhole?" fuck yes, I did. he started to really pound my hole then, picking up pace to his climax. with a few loud grunts he unloaded inside me. he pulled out and laid down on the bed, still rock hard, and told me to suck my ass off his dick. I obliged and got to work as he asked me how my pussy tasted. I just replied "good" as I kept worshipping his cock. He started moaning again and I could tell he wanted to shoot a second load, so even though I was tired I started sucking him harder and faster to get him to fill my mouth quickly. after a few minutes of some heavy throating he filled my mouth with another round of loud grunts. I was a little worried because it was nearly 5am at this point and didn't want him to wake the neighbors, but honestly i didn't really give a fuck and thought it was hot that he didn't either. so what I thought was going to just a quick blowjob turned into a hot fuck and breed. my pussy is going to bed satisfied tonight

Chapter 4 I had googled the Tattoo parlour, and was about to walk in. I had thought about having a tattoo for ages but hadn’t had the courage to go through with it. But something here was propelling me on. All I could think of was doing as I was told to get more of Brad’s cock. In fact all I could think of was Brad’s cock! I pushed the door open before I could change my mind. A guy stood in front of me. ‘Hi is Carl here?’ I asked. ‘You’re speaking to him ‘ the guy replied. ‘Ah , um erm my friend has recommended that I come to see you’ I said, a little nervously. ‘I see, would that be Brad?’ Carl asked . ‘Er yes’ .. ‘OK he sends a few newbies here from time to time, they always come back for more once they’ve broken the ice so to speak’ he said. ‘I’m fully booked today but Lara can do you if you want. She’s especially good with newbies. We wouldn’t want you backing out would we?’ ‘Er no’ I mumbled , as Lara smiled and waved me through to the back. She had dark hair, and two sleeve tattoos, it looked kind of sexy on her. ‘Right, you’re one of Brad’s are you?’ She asked. I wondered how many Brad sent. ‘We call him The Teacher , he turns guys, converts them , making them totally into cock when he’s finished with them’ she said nonchalantly. It was kind of hot her talking like this. ‘Take your t shirt off’ she ordered. ‘ I know just what guys like you need, trust me you will like it’ she added. I sat in the chair and she cleaned my nipple. I hadn’t expected this. She kept talking so I couldn’t interrupt to ask wht she was doing. ‘So I’m guessing you have a girlfriend? ‘ Er yes’ ‘ and she doesn’t know you like cock as well, or is this new?’ ‘It’s new’ I replied as I winced as a needle went through my nipple. ‘ Close your eyes a moment’ she ordered. ‘I’ll say when to open them. She started on my other nipple and I winced again as I felt the needle again. I just shut my eyes as she carried on talking. ‘So you’ve met Brad, and I’m guessing that you’ve sucked his cock and that he’s probably fucked you? Am I right? ‘ ‘Er yes’ I mumbled ‘And you liked it? ‘ I nodded. ‘Can’t blame you, I love cock and cum, but I’m a girl, I should do. You’re a guy. Which makes you gay in my book. Are you gay? ‘ ‘Er no, I think I’m bi, I still like girls’ ‘ok, you can fool yourself. All Brad’s pupils do. And they all convert into full time homo’s pretty quickly’ she said matter of factly. ‘There’ she said. ‘Open your eyes. ‘ I looked down and saw two nipple rings in my nipples. They looked kind of good but I worried they were a bit obviously gay. What would my girlfriend say.? ‘Just so you know, you can’t take them out, I’ve soldered the ends. Embrace that. I’ll now give you a small tattoo. It is this snake here.’ She showed me a picture of a snake with an open mouth , showing fangs. That looked a bit more masculine. ‘Turn ‘ she said. It is going on your hip so you can hide it if needs be. She set to work. A while later she was finished. The snake looked good, but it was super imposed over an apple , ‘That is the snake and the forbidden fruit - in your case cock’ Lara said. I’ve left the apple uncoloured, for a reason. Guys of Brad’s come back and ask for it to be coloured with ‘Pride’ rainbow colours when they accept their destiny’ she said ‘well I don’t think I’ll be having that ‘I said. ‘We’ll see… ‘ Lara smirked. Just come back to me when you want more’ I left and my phone pinged. ‘Good boy’ it was Brad. He gave me directions to a shop down a side street. ‘You need to train that ass of yours. This shop is discreet. You will buy a butt plug and some lube. Hide it at home, and use it. Train your ass. I felt as though I was losing control of myself, but did as I was told. My girlfriend was still away for three more days so I could use it and get rid of it before she returned. I could give the excuse of my tattoo and piercings as something I did on a whim, but I needed that butt plug. I was getting hard at the thought of that. I hadn’t yet realised I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of my girlfriend. where was this journey taking me? I bought the butt plug Brad recommended and sone lube, to the obvious amusement of the girl serving. ‘Didn’t have you down as a fag when you walked in’ she said ‘ but I guess it takes all sorts’ I mumbled something and left as quickly as I could. The truth was I wanted to get home and use it. I wanted to feel it sliding in my ass. ‘I’ll meet you tomorrow, same place , 8pm. Good boy!’ The text came in from Brad. I had pleased him and it felt good. I wondered what the next lesson would be. to be continued…….

Was staying in Sydney overnight after watching a sporting event with a few mates. After the game was over we headed to a few bars before the fellas wanted to go to the strippers. I had other things in mind, told them i was casino bound and would meet back up there later. Caught a cab back to my accommodation to clean up, whilst checking out grindr for some nice meat. It wasn't long before a good looking 19yo had messaged to see if i was interested in meeting up with him and his bf. Both tops. I don't get to play with teen cocks much these days, (i'm 45) so was very eager to lock them in. Turns out they were only a block away from my hotel. I finished cleaning up, grabbed some poppers and walked the few minutes to their place. I was met by a handsome young stud at the door wearing only a pair of budgie smuglers with what seemed like a semi erect cock hidden underneath. I walked in and after the usual chit chat he led me to the bedroom, where his partner layed on his back, stroking a rock hard 8' cock to some gay porn on the tv. I immediately stripped down, took a big hit of poppers, got between his legs and started sucking that big cock with my ass in the air. The sexy top i had chatted with moved in behind me, kissing, sucking and licking my cock, balls and cunthole. Already, i was the meat in the sandwich. I sucked on no.2's cock and balls while my friend behind was making my ass all sloppy and wet. I wasn't prepared for what came next. He pressed his knob into my hole and worked it in and out to help me adjust to him. He was big. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but could feel it was thick. I grabbed my poppers and took a couple of deep hits, breathed a few times and then whammo, my top just went balls deep and was jackhammering me. The pain quickly subsided into pure bliss, and i was being pounded hard from one end, and nearly throatfucked from the other. After 5-10 mins they switched positions and i stayed the same. No.2 got up behind me and fucked with the same intensity as no.1, whose cock i was now sucking. This thing was big. 9' at least and as thick as a ladies wrist. Oh man. No.2 only lasted a few minutes inside me before tensing up and shooting deep. He pulled out and flopped on the bed. No. 1 then stood me up, and entered me from behind again, holding my hands behind my back and pounding me as hard as I've ever been fucked, before he too blew his load up inside me. We rested on the bed briefly and i cleaned their cocks off before i showered, pushing out a mixture of blood and cum, and then left. That was 2 days ago, and my ass is still very tender from the shear thrashing it received. Although, i wouldn't say no to round 2 with those guys someday.

Part 6: I sat there, covered in the stench of cum, sex, and what my tweaked out mind considered the stench and glory of a pig. I was starting to not be so high, starting to fade, and I passed out on a public bathroom floor. Naked. Left alone. I awoke to my dad and Master putting me in dads car. Just seeing them both grinning. I now even smelled of piss. “Looks like the faggot is waking up” Master said. “Indeed it is. It was a star, wasn’t it?!?!” I noticed dad kept calling me it…I didn’t mind. I was loving my new life. “Where are we going? And I wreak of piss!” I said noticing the aromas starting to really wake me. “Well of course fag, we walked in and told anyone that walked in to piss all over you, especially your face! Nothing better then my son being trash for anyone to use.” Master laughed and nodded. I started smiling. A week ago I would have cried. Now I’m a new fucked up person. Can life get any better? But suddenly I also noticed feeling run down. Not just come down from all the T, but like sick. I felt incredibly hot, sweaty, smelly, and starting to ache. Before I could say anything Master blurted “your converting, that’s what’s happening my slave.” I looked dumbfounded for a second. But I just couldn’t believe it. I’m becoming poz. Am I poz already? Who did it? ”We are so proud of our work, of your taking, and what we are about to do to you” dad said. “What am I gonna do dad? I’m willing as long as I can get something to eat.” then master barked “you will earn food when you have accomplished what we demand you stupid cunt!” I was taken back…but loved being degraded like this. We stopped and I saw my house. Didn’t seem like anything special. Dad got out and went inside. Master looked behind right at me and said “no matter what happens, you do as command. Got it?” ”Yes master!” Master got out, opened my door, and pushed me towards the front door. Something was going on. That’s when I started hearing multiple muffles, moans, spanking, someone was being used. And good. Master then said, “you slave will join us and fuck the person on the other side. No questions. No Bull shit. Just give your newly bugged HIV positive dirty load as many times as we command. Now say yes Master.” ”Yes Master.” He opened the door and my heart stopped. It was my boyfriend Johnny. Naked, tweeked, bruised, sticky, and being gang hanged by Father O’Brian, our high school math teacher (that was new and shocked me), the 711 manager, Sir and the cop from the public restop, all of them were circled around with my dad leading the gang fuck beating his dick so hard down his throat he almost vomited. Johnny for sure was fucked up. Before I could react, cry, scream, anything, Master just pushed me further. I had no clothes on, reaking of piss and cum, and no idea what to do. That’s when I felt a different kind of pinch in my dick. Father O’Brian looked like he did the smallest slam ever. But it didn’t get me high. It got me hard. Dad looked at Johnny and told him “tell your boyfriend. Tell him what you love. What turns you on.” Johnny still being fucked by our math teacher Mr. Brooks who was hung and high as fuck too, just looked me in the eyes and said “I love cheating on you. And I’m not sorry babe.” I started crying. He kept smiling. ”just like You I was corrupted. Our dads wanted this. And it became a joy every time your father Carl came over and fucked me, slapped me, chocked me, slammed me, pissed down my throat…and I won’t stop.” I was starting to tremble while Mr. Brooks didn’t give a fuck and kept pounding. Father O’Brian was videotaping and jacking off. The 711 manager was twisting his right nipple while the cop was twisting the left. And Sir was waiting patiently to switch with someone. Johnny looked at me and said “I’m still your boyfriend whether you like it or not, because I’m also our fathers slave. Just like you. But we will never be faithful. Come on, tell me you haven’t enjoyed being fucked and drugged by anyone who wants your body, and your a liar.” it’s true. Every word. He kept smiling. And I was so confused. That’s when master spoke “so your pathetic cheating boyfriend loves to hurt you? Hurt him back then.” Mr. Brooks took that as a cue and stopped fucking Johnny. I was rock hard. I went behind Johnny with Master instructing me “This is what he loves doing to you? And he’s been like you for a good few months now. Your father came up with this idea. Getting you later, tormenting you, and braking you into a complete slave for drugs and raw cock. So go on, give my son your dirty fucking AIDS load you slut.” With everything happening, feeling how I felt, smelling how I smelled, seeing everyone’s malicious and almost evil grins…I gave in. If this is what makes me happy, then might as well not hide it. This is who I am. I am a dirty poz incest whore. I grabbed johnnys ass and WHAM! I spanked him as hard as I could. But with no flinch. Johnny looked back, smiled. I smacked as hard as I could again. He loved it. “By the way son, your cheating boyfriend is a pain pig. Let’s see what you can do!” I just kept spanking. Hitting, and wanting him to hurt. But he loved it…it started making me smile. I was fucked up without being on drugs. Still feeling winded after a few smacks and being converted, I grabbed his cheeks with my nails and scrapped. Little bit of blood. “Do it to his hole.” Master said. I didn’t think and just dug my dirty piss nails into his asshole. Made him red a little. And just jammed my cock inside of Johnnys opened ass. It felt like I was fucking a hallway. So sticky, wet, and filled of different liquids. I just looked straight into his now red hole and jammed my cock inside hard.closing my eyes to feel every inch. Wanted him to feel my rage. But I knew he loved it. Everyone did. And I kept fucking, sweating, got dizzy a few times, but didn’t stop. I then felt something new. I felt another cock. I opened my eyes to see my dad below us putting his dick in at the same time. “This is what I’ve wanted us to do my son. I’ve wanted us to become dirty poz pigs as father and son. And this will only strengthen our bond.” I fucked Jonny’s hole with dads cock gliding side by side. Dad looked Johnny and me and said “I’m getting close, bows the time my boy.” With the command my dad cummed all inside while I was still fucking. “Now slave, cum!” Master commanded. I couldn’t resist. I came deep. Felt the mixtures of loads and some blood. And knew this was probably in store for me soon too. If not, I will beg. That’s when I collapsed on top of Johnny. Master looked at us both and said “you two will still be boyfriends to the world whether or not you really are. But you will always fuck or be fucked whenever we say. Got it.” “of course master” Johnny said. they all looked at me. “Yes. Yes master. Yes Dad.”

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

For-fuck-sake-Chad-get-your-cock-in-my-arse-right-now! I practically screamed pushing my sexy mate against the wall grabbing at the massive bulge in his joggers Whoa what has gotten into you bro can’t wait til we get back to mine have to corner me in the hall, your arse that fucking hungry for my raw cock? Chad drawlt turning his chin into my neck biting me and pulling my body closer to him. My heart was racing my cock was so hard and straining against my wet AussieBum bordies it fucking ached. The beach and the waves had me wanting to devour this fucking otter right now. It was just after sunset the complex was deserted and I yanked down his joggers sank to my knees and took his massive cock all the way down my throat in one fucking plunge onto that throbbing beast. I fucking loved cornering him after one of his workouts. I love how the dumb jock is a bit dazed drenched in sweaty and super horny. Easily confused if I don’t take charge and get his dick throbbing in my throat. I hate of wasting his post workout pre-cum Those lucky joggers are already drenched in his sweat and leaking pre. I’ve got his cock now dripping down my throat I fucking love his cum he drinks these pineapple protein shakes which he laces with viagra because he likes his monster cock on full display in the gym pushing obscenity out hidden by just a thin layer of cotton while he is lifting or doing leg press or chin ups or whatever the fuck he does while the other beefcake and slutty jock boys at his gym drool over his shameless flaunting of his nearly 11” fuck stick and sweaty hairy abs He’s flipped us around around by now my head is pinned against the wall as he is pounding my throat with enough force that I’m certain if not for my hungry horny arse quivering with longing and my swollen battered throat and the flood of spit sweat and pre-cum dripping down my chin I probably would have been concerned he’d given me a concussion. I grab onto his bucking fat bubble arse mounds pulling him deeper down past the back of my throat until the head of his cock has swollen and is lodged deep and his throbbing and the visceral shout that comes roaring out his mouth tell me immediately before I am swallowing his first load of cum heading into my gut on the cum geyser express that is my abused throat. Six maybe seven massive eruptions later im choking down his load as half of it im ashamed to say overflows running down my neck chest getting splattered in my eyes and drenching my face as I gag on the overwhelming force of the eruption and the amount of cum that I find myself being drowned in. my throat treasonously forces his angry fuck tool out. I’m a sleazy mess in the middle of the hall between the gym and the stairs, im over the impromptu exhibition to our audience of no absence, my bordies at my ankles find they’re way balled into my fist and I stand up, Chad picking me up, me wrapping my legs around him his still monumental tool at full mast is poking near my slutty hungry fuckhole next thing I know his thick massive fingers are stretching me open and doing this vibrating movement as he is marching us up the stairs. My head is spinning as we get to the door of his flat with a thud my back is flesh against the door his tongue is down my throat then he is licking up all the cum sweat and thick deep throat saliva and forcing it back into my mouth, Swallow he orders as he continues unlocking the door with his wristcomm we fall into the tiny den/everything-room which he has jam packed with stacked supplement boxes which I find my arse being sat on as he kicks the door closed with his heel. He sinks down to his knees pushes my legs back tucking my ankles behind my ears and devours my salty fresh out of the surf arse, its fucking pristine because this is our thing and I planned to be destroyed after his workout and my dunk into the sea, my thick fingered sexy stud otter is rimming me with within an inch of my life my eyes have literally bugged out of my head and rolled back into the bliss of riding the great wave of him stretching me further open and his swirling tongue licking ramming and dancing intimately with literally ever fucking wrinkle of the only known ring my mate will ever let hold him down (if I’m lucky a few hours at a time). I’m a promiscuous slutty faggot who enjoys sex and he is practically a sex god who thinks monogamy of studs like him to be a crime against the gay world of hungry bottoms like me. How could he ever not be able to perform his service to the community of wrecking and breeding at least a dozen loads a week into the starving needy bottoms who need the services he so skilfully is willing to provide. As long as be doesn’t stop that flicking and snap thing he does with his tongue that makes my arse quiver and throb with fiery wanton desire he can knock up every stupid twink hole from here down the coast and up the boardwalk as long as his mouth is worshiping my fuck hole! My cock has swollen so fucking much its standing straight up and out like a flag pole (an angry painfully straining against the aluminium cock ring tightly binding it into its triumphant stand at Chad’s sweaty sexy forehead beneath. I can see his eyes locked on mine conveying to me desire and a warning that he is just getting started the slurping and sounds of piggy enjoyment of his arse feast. Fucking oink! His fingers still playing with my well stretched and dripping wet saliva coated gaping heat he is working his way closer to me I feel his lips and tongue graze my dick, a few playful licks of the angry standing rod which makes me writhe and jump from the sensitivity and sensory overload. He continues upward closer taking my naval ring between his teeth tugging in gently his lips kissing my flat surfer abs, this fuck feind is getting closer he nibbles on my nipples taking my pierced nipple into his mouth for a rough biting and torturous tugging to be followed by neck nibbles and his mouth finds mine, and we are lost to the dance and duel of tongue and tongue mouth to mouth. His rough hands are all over me at once. Pulling. Gripping. Grabbing. Feeling. His arms are wrapping around me locking us ever closer together the heat being created between us would put volcanoes to shame, my hands have found his face and are pulling him to me steering his dangerously sharp jaw and cheek lines in archs and turns holding his face to mine… His thick throbbing cock head is persistently nagging at the entrance to my arse as if it were oblivious to what a thick throbbing cum leaking monstrosity poking its head around playfully then forcefully wants. Hai sexy fucker let me in so I can destroy I mean inspect the temperatures are the right heat for oh fuck me its not just the right heat it’s the right tightness Fuck Brody! Your hole is like a vice grip! You are too much of a fucking trashy Beach bum slut to be this tight. Fuck! Chad had eased in all the way slowly but he didn’t stop until he could get his full deep locked in throbbing “dick reps” this sick evil fitness demon calls them. Literally it feels like he is trying to lift me by my hole with his dick. It’s that powerful. It fucking leaves me shaking and tingling. He only does it once… actually twice. Before be slowly conducts the first tidal retreat of what will turn into the arse battering and rough fuck that the rocks on the beach wouldn’t survive if the waves slammed into them the way Chad was about to fucking ruin me. But first the perch on his merch boxes was going to need to be vacated. His condo is tiny, And full of products for his “fitness and future training empire” *insert eye roll* aside from the stream of beefcake and swollen jocks in and out of the tiny flat (which smelled like… a locker room I might add) in the moment hot, sexy… but… the only redeeming quality of the tiny little hove was the amazing view of the beach and the sunsets from the garden deck off the den. I’m soon transferred to the couch at the window (the portion of it not covered in unfinished laundry and surprise more fitness empire merch and supplements, im on my back wedged into the corner pocket of the couch. Trapped. He is about to take my slutty hungry *previously begging-for-it/now slightly nervous* lean surfer body to pound town. Fuck me! I don’t want to survive the journey. This fuck god better fucking murder my man cunt pronto. Fuck. Me. Chad. I grind out through my clenched teeth and a monster battering ram or baseball baton (at this moment it wouldn’t have mattered) ploughs? rams? No fucking crashes into my hungry gap like a fucking jumbo jet into the side of those American towers, long time ago. Let me just say my arse is gonna be destroyed way worse than lower Manhattan from the fiery devilish look in his eyes and the rough forceful way he was taking control over me. I’m not sure what language I was babbling in thirty minutes later after an assault of repeated waves and slams from his fucking monolithic Big Ben being piloted full speed and in deep until he hit my “make Bro’ babble like an idiot button” then equally swift full retreat all the way until only the helmet is through my arch then this incredibly intense rhythm of repetition begins with our mouths locked together my arms are around his neck holding on for all they’re worth (not much by the screams he’s about to send me into) This stud is sending me to fucking ruin-nation and I want to be it’s only surviving citizen! I’m blissed out and hard as I have ever been without enhancements (ahem) I think I screamed like really loud. Hope somebody doesn’t call the old bill. And fuuuuuuuck! Chad has me in screamer mode now that he got for the first time ever way past my first ring he hit the second ring and… exploding planets! fucking deep and I’m quite certain I’ve never screamed like that before. My grip on him and need for him to be closer increased THE level. I had pushed back on him flipped us over and was straddling him like I had the fucking Empire State Building up my arse and I was going to be fucking King Kong riding his monster dick. “Fuck Brody! what the fuck. Ride that cock you slutty little minx. I can’t believe you! Bro’ you are going to make me blow! Fuck im going to fucking-“ (I kiss him stifling his moaning nonsense) “Bro your gonna make me-“ (I bite his tongue hard) “Shut up Chad!” I moan. “Fucking cum! Fill my arse up! But don’t you dare stop! I’m not done with your fuckstick. You fucking dumb brain-alded roided out stupid jock fuck doll!” “Damn Bro’ fuck your gonna fucking break my dick! Ahhhh!” My sexy stupid fuck god is blasting a fucking geyser of his fucking nectar of the gods! Idk what specifically it is but he’s been juicing with something extra because immediately I’m fucking raging from his fuck juice im vibrating tip toes to ends of my eyelashes it’s like chem piss it’s that fucking potent. Shaking I dismount my human crotch rocket, his cum dripping like a thick slimey liquid lifeline out my semi-cunted fuck hole. Next I swallow his slime coated towering monster cock all the way down to the base. Licking the sensitive towering champion of the arena from base to tip, greedily claiming ALL of my hard worked out harvest of his now my dna. I return what is only fair right back to him letting it drip right into his mouth before I, I grab him by the wrist and drag him into his bedroom the next room over push him on the bed and climb back onto his still “standing-proud” demon dick… “Bro you are fucking insane! I’ve never seen you this fucking hungry for cock and cum.” “I thought I was was a trashy beach bum slut? I want another load.” I command. “You able be a real man and breed me the right way?” I taunted him grinning and twisting his nipples rather hard making him squirm. “You’re asking for it, careful… I might ruin you then bring the guys from my lifting class to lay the fucking crosscon rail on your surfer whore cunt.” His face was right in my face. He had a slight tremble from the intensity igniting between us. He hand goes to the midde of my back his big arms pulling me in closer. A fuck high smile was plastered on his that stupid dumb face of his. He shifts his cock or idk what the fuck he did, it caused my back to arch and a squeal to escape from my mouth. My cock my releasing a river of silver pre-cum that or his broke something and I was in a permanent state of non-stop ejaculation. “Are you saying you need all your wanna be jock-fanboys to fuck me right?” I pant out breathing heavy. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and the crazy fucker bit me, is fucking biting me hard, grabs my hips and plunges his cock even deeper inside me, (where he was supposed to be be anyway I dont remember giving him permission to take his amazing cock out of bounds…) Picking me up again, He lifts me like a fucking Sky-Lift gondola my legs lock around him again he’s kissing me deeply picks me up opening the door from the bedroom out onto the deck spins me around so I can face the “stupid beach I love so much” I tease him sticking my arse out at him. He laughs and slides back inside me deep, where I fucking realise I want him to be-need him to be. I’m bent over the railing supported on my forearms, arse out, he is taking his time still fucking me hard but it’s slowed everything is standing still, like I’m having some sort of epiphany. I think I might have stopped breathing, the wind from the coast doesn’t makeup for the heat he is creating inside me, I am on fucking fire. My cock is erupting in the biggest nut of my life, this stupid but sexy fit god (my mate) has just hit this spot that feels like its my core -the very root of my being, and he has just connected to me beyond space and time and his cock is erupting already AGAIN! I am literally being set on fire from the inside out and I am fucking in heaven, I am a magnificent Phoenix as he grabs my neck pulls me into him my back arching my chest out he touches my cheek turning my head to his face him, Im looking into his eyes and he says the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard this dumb meathead jock say “I love you! Brody!” It’s the stupidest fucking thing because the next thing I know I’m saying the only thing I never imagined myself saying ever… “Will you be my husband Chad? I am in love with you. Can we be together like this, and it never end? “Bro, yes. I’m not fucking those stupid sluts without you ever again.” “Way to ruin it” “I, Chad the ultimate anti-monogamy sex god just said yes I will marry you. So we can be together like you want and I need, and NO it’s , NEVER. *he bites my lip* GOING. *his lips kiss mine* TO. *he kisses my forehead* END. I lean back against him resting the back of my head against him, his mouth touching my ear he whispers “I’m never letting you go, you. are. mine.” I’m looking out at an endless midnight blue ocean, the moon and starlights are hitting the water and the waves perfectly, the light dances off the water as the tide goes out. “The tides are going out and we are going in… The tides are taking away with them what was our friendship. My mate that had just fucked me literally into love with him was now my soulmate and going inside together we would begin the next phase in our growing relationship as lovers? Partners? Going in we bring with… us. Newly created just tonight… Born again tonight as “us” and “ours” I’m following my fiancé inside and think I hear him say something about “the crosscon railway” and “still on”. Out. Of. His. Fucking. Mind. These dumb jock types think they’re funny. I’m gonna have to watch out for that. And yes his cum has literally been dripping out my arse the entire time. Fucking Chad.

I have a regular guy who loves to fuck me. He is partnered but he likes to top but his partner does not like to bottom when he get horny he texts me this am he texted me and asked to come over He was here in about 15 min. all he wants to do is fuck which is fine with me today he had not cum in 5 days. He pumped a huge load up my ass. Till next time He is 36 6’1” 180 with a huge dick

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……….

Part 2 “Take off your pants,” I said, my finger running down his trail of hair and stopping above the button, teasing my need to see the dick he wouldn’t be using that night. At least, not the way he would be thinking. He scrambled to unbutton his pants, dropping them to reveal briefs which hugged his erection perfectly. His cock was pressed against his body, moving along his left hip as far as it could go. It could go pretty far, but there wouldn’t be any argument on who was going to be the top once he saw mine. I left my shirt on but undid my jeans, revealing the jockstrap I wore beneath. Because it was dark, he couldn’t see the stained fabric clearly, but he’d sense it in a moment. I parted my legs a bit, allowing for my bulge to become even more prominent. For a third time, he licked his lips. “Take off your briefs,” I said. Eager, he pushed them down, allowing his erection to jut out. He had to be seven inches, maybe eight, clearly a young man who was gifted genetically. How he viewed himself as anything but a catch was beyond me. All the men who could have had him before I got to him should have been ashamed of themselves. Hopefully, after I was done with him, they’d get another chance and receive their punishment for their mistake. His balls were pulled tight to his body, his desire to fuck plain as day. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his anticipation rising. I wondered how many men he’d been naked with. I wondered how many men he’d fucked or been fucked by. I wondered if he knew that, even if he wanted to, there was no chance of escape now. He was mine. “Remove my jock,” I told him. He looked down, confused a first, and then stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “No,” I told him. “Remove it with your teeth.” He looked up into my eyes, waiting for further instruction, and then kneeled. “Hands behind your back,” I told him. He followed what I told him, clasping his hands behind himself as he leaned forward, his face stopping a few inches from my crotch. I was sure he was smelling the jock strap now, but I knew there was no way he was going to back out. Even if the smell did put him off, he wanted not only my approval but also my dick so badly that he’d do anything I told him. That was good as that was exactly what I planned on doing. He opened his mouth and tried to angle himself better, his teeth separated slightly. I knew that there was no way to take the jock strap off without either risking biting my dick or having to press his face against my body. He did the right thing, and I was proud of him. He pressed against my body and managed to get the jock strap pouch in his mouth, stains and all. I watched to see if he’d spit it out or grimace from the taste, but there was no reaction other than a low groan I knew was from pleasure. Slowly, he pulled down with his teeth, his hands still behind his back, dragging the jock strap off my grown and down my legs. Before he could get far, my cock shot out and hit him in the face, leaving a trail of precum across his forehead. Rather than stop his progress, he continued pulling the jock strap down my legs until meeting the floor. Seeing him bent over, the crack of his ass meeting my gaze for the first time, I felt a rush of energy coursing through me. I was sure it was partially an aftereffect of the young man I’d fucked that morning, his “energy” still settling into my body. “If you’re going to take all of me,” I told him, his innocent eyes looking up at me, “You’ll want to get me slick for your hole.” He slowly nodded and raised himself until he was eye-to-eye with my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the glands and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Without having to think, my hand reached around and grabbed the back of his head, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his lips. “More than that, boy,” I said, my voice deep. All men his age have some type of lust for a daddy and to be dominated. “Boy” gets them to the place of needing my approval faster. Now, I was sure he’d want to please me no matter what else I wanted. Getting my raw cock up his ass would be too easy. Half of my dick was in his mouth, moving toward this throat, and already his eyes were watering. How many men this young guy had sucked off I didn’t know, but I assumed it wasn’t many. He needed training. I’d do it, except I never fucked the same guy twice. I entered his ass, blew my load into his guts, took his years, allowed my strain to do its work, and I moved on. Still, watching this guy trying to get my cock deep into his throat had my already hard dick getting even stiffer. Fuck, I loved watching men work so hard to please the man that saw them only as cum disposals. Did they think it gave them worth? I snatched my dick out of his mouth, his spit stringing between us. I leaned forward and cleaned my dick on his face, his spit sticking to his stubble. “Time to open your hole,” I said, winking at the eager face staring up at me. He jumped off the floor and climbed onto the bed. I never asked if this guy was a bottom. I just knew. He looked like a man who lived to serve the needs, desires, and lusts of other men. It’s what he was made for, and I was going to help him fulfill his purpose. There are few true tops in the world, just some men who don’t know what their asses need… just men who didn’t know what they needed to give up to me to truly live. “On all fours,” I told him as I saw him lying on his back. Why guys wanted to fuck missionary I didn’t know. I don’t want to be looking at your face the whole time. I have mirrors in my room so I can look at the bottom’s face as I blow my load and infect their bodies. I’d rather watch their bodies squirm as my big dick fills them, threatening to tear them in two. When they’re on all four, I can see their arms shaking, trying to stabilize themselves. Plus, it’s a great view of their ass. His ass was pointed toward me, his back slightly arched down, pushing his muscular mounds of flesh in my direction. There is a coating of hair over them, just enough to prove that this was a real man taking dick. My cock glistened from his saliva, giving enough lube to push inside his ass with little effort. I almost bottomed out, but I stopped, watching as his ass opened, his arms shaking, and his head tilting back as ecstasy filled his body. “Fuck” he moaned. I saw in a mirror that his eyes were closed, face showing the struggle of taking my big dick but also loving it. He bit his lower lip as he moaned, my dick slowly pulling out until only the head remained. “Tell me you want me,” I told him, my hands grasping either ass cheek and holding tight to the warm skin. “I fucking want you,” he said, eyes still closed. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” “You need me to what?” I taunted. “You need me to make you mine?” “Fuck yes,” he moaned, back arching lower, his ass pulling my dick inside his body. “Make me yours. Take me.” The magic words. “You’ve got it,” I said, thrusting my entire dick into his body. His head thrust back, eyes looking up to the ceiling, mouth open wide as I opened his ass wider than any other man had or he ever could. His arms shook, but the strength of his youth held through, keeping him up. His back started to rise, but I pushed down, arching his back, moving all the way into his body. “Don’t fight me,” I told him, pulling out and thrusting inside again, his ass shaking while his hole grabbed onto my dick. Even his body knew he needed me to stay inside him, to finally bring his life some importance. His warmth radiated from his body, his heartbeat felt clearly on my cock. With every thrust, I could feel our heartbeats syncing, “Just give in.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice quaking. “It… feels… so… good…” “I know, baby,” I said. Even if I hadn’t already locked him in, calling him “baby” would definitely make him mine. “Can you feel how big I am inside you? Can you feel how big you’re making me?” “You’re huge,” he moaned. “It’s like… It’s like you’re tearing me open.” “Only if I didn’t restrain myself,” I said. In the mirror I could see that his dick was rock hard, cum leaking out as if he was cumming. All men did this when I fucked them. Their weak bodies worked hard to prepare themselves for my gift, for what they were about to receive and give up. Though the bottom didn’t know it, his mind too focused on how wide I was stretching his ass and how hard I was hitting his prostate, his body knew what was about to happen and had already surrendered itself to me. The prey knows when the predator has won. Now, as I gave him the best fuck he’d ever had, his body was ridding itself of all the negative cum stored up inside its balls, making room for what I would be injecting inside. Soon, his balls will produce triple the amount of cum compared to a normal man, burdening him with the need to spend the remainder of his life fucking any man he comes across. He won’t be able to do much else as the urgency to spread my gift will consume him. In a matter of minutes, his body will be producing poz cum. But not just any poz cum… my poz cum. “Fuck,” he said again, finally noticing the incredible amount of cum leaking out of him. “You’re fucking the cum right out of me.” “Yes, I am,” I said, my grip tightening on his hips. I could still feel his heartbeat in his hole. As he was looking down at his cock, I felt a strong wave of warmth coursing through my body and down to my cock. Suddenly, his head was thrown back, eyes wide, mouth open, but there was no sound made. In that moment, our heartbeats were one. The connection was finalized. There was no escaping me now. I released his hips knowing he couldn’t get away even if his life depended on it… and it did. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my biohazard tattoo in the mirror. Already it was fading from what it had been in the club. I looked down at his lower back and saw the new addition to his body. It was faint, but the pale outline of a biohazard tattoo was coming through on his skin, growing darker with each thrust. His body had accepted me. His body had synced with me. Now, it was time to make his body and what would have been the remainder of his life mine. I picked up my pace, sweat pouring off my body, my grunts now sounding animalistic. The room stank of sex, his dick still ridding itself of unworthy cum. No longer would his balls produce the cum carrying his DNA, the cum which could have promised him a family. Now, his balls were preparing to change forever, to evolve into their ultimate state. Soon, his balls would produce my cum, ending his family line and continuing mine. This is what he was made for. “Who do you belong to?” I cried out, my pace quickening, our heartbeat growing faster. “You,” he said, his mind now rewriting itself, teaching him of his new objective in life. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” The young man’s head tilted down and his eyes met mine in the mirror. “My life,” he said. “Then give it to me,” I said, forcing the entirety of my dick inside his body and erupting inside him. His head fell forward while mine went back, now my eyes and mouth wide open in pure ecstasy. In that instant, I could see all the days he would have lived if I hadn’t met him. I could see him finishing college, making his parents proud. I could see him getting his dream job. I could see him meeting a nice man and falling in love. I could see him proposing and starting a family. I could see his face as years went by, his true potential unrealized. Just as quickly as I saw it, these images faded into darkness. All those years he could have lived were now moving into me. As all of this was happening, my tattoo was fading away until my arm was bare, the tattoo on his lower back a vibrant sign of his new status. His dick stopped leaking, his balls transforming painfully in his sack, his face twisting from the agony of his transformation. His balls were now mirroring my own, ready to serve their new purpose of pozzing up more men in my image. I could feel my body growing in strength, a new energy filling me. The young man’s youth filled every part of me. I pulled my dick out of his ass, his body slumping down onto the bed. He was fast asleep. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Once he wakes, he’ll get up, get dressed, and head out on his way into his new life, his new purpose. He won’t say anything since there’s nothing left to be said. I don’t know where he’ll go or what he’ll do concerning the images I saw. I know they’re not possible now. Perhaps he’ll drop out of school to give himself more time to fuck. Perhaps he’ll never talk to his family again, disappearing into the bathhouses and gloryholes where no one can disturb him of what he knows needs to be done with the remainder of his life. Who knows how much time he has. I don’t. I also don’t care. He served his purpose, giving an alpha man like me, a true man, more time on this earth to fuck up other men and continue my legacy. Once he truly realizes what I’ve done to him, he won’t do anything to stop what is coming. He’ll accept it as his true destiny. I flexed in the mirror, admiring myself. The punk’s life took almost ten years off me. I looked at my arm and knew the tattoo would come back eventually. When it did, I’d find several more men to pick up the burden of keeping my strain alive. The young man groaned on the bed, his new tattoo in sight, the skin around it an angry red. “I really took it out of you,” I said, smiling in the mirror. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If I turn this into a series, I'd explore different men with this ability and the men who fall prey to them. Maybe I'd return to Hunter again. That's an "if" for now. Enjoy Hunter.

I was bored. I had had a row with my girlfriend and she hadnt called in 3 days. To make matters worse she was going on a week’s holiday tomorrow with her girlfriends. That meant it would be nearly two weeks before I would fuck again. I was already feeling a bit horny. The row was about something stupid. She knew about my small fetish for watching blow job porn with the guy cumming over the girls face. What she didn’t know was that sometimes I wished I was the girl not the guy. That had been increasing over the last few months though and she had found a couple of porn clips of guys sucking cock in my internet history. I blagged that it was accidental and it had just apppeared on my screen after a straight blow job clip but she wasn’t having any of it, hence the row. ‘ ’I’ll just leave you to your faggot porn then!’ She had shouted as she slammed the door. I knew she would come back but thought it would be before now. However , I was feeling horny. I google searched a chat line as I was playing gently with my cock, and watching the cocksucking porn I had on. I decided to try a gay line, I hadn’t done it before and it was anonymous so who would know? I recorded a brief ‘about me’ message saying I was inexperienced, hoping a daddy type might take interest. After two or three flaky messages that I didn’t return, I heard a deeper voiced ad, that got me going. ‘Daddy here , experienced, looking to teach and pass on his experience to newbies’ He sounded hot. I left a message explaining this was only the third or fourth time I had been on the line and was looking to learn. I didn’t want to sound a complete novice. I had no intention to meet him, it was anonymous wank porn after all. He replied to my message, ‘im happy to teach willing learners who are open minded. Where are you based boy?’ I responded truthfully, his voice just sounded as though I had to tell him everything. ‘ That’s the next town to me, I’m only six miles away ‘ he replied. ‘So do you like sucking cock boy?’ He asked ’Yes ‘ I replied ‘ and swallowing cum’ . Why did I add that ? I wondered. It was probably something to do with the porn I was watching, the girl was taking a good face fucking and getting a mouthful of the guys cum as well. My cock was hard as I was stroking it. My sensible reasoning brain was gone, replaced by horny cock brain. ‘Good boy! ‘ came the reply ‘have you a pen? Take down this number and come off the line. Send me a text. And don’t cum before you do’ . I hung up and scribbled down the number, he could tell I was wanking then. I was horny. Another girl was sucking cock on the iPad I front of me. Without stopping to think I just sent a quick text saying ‘hi’ , then returned to watching the blowjob, stroking my cock slowly. I didn’t want to cum too soon. My phone rang, breaking my concentration on the screen. ‘Hello’ I answered, without concentrating. ‘Hello Neil, this is Brad, we were just speaking on the line’ . I recognised the deep voice. ‘Oh, hi ‘ was all I could stammer. ‘it’s ok, I’m guessing you’re playing with your boner then , Neil? Are you? ‘ ’erm yes’ I stuttered. ‘That’s ok, but I have an idea! Why don’t you come round here, and let me help you with that, I’m sure you’ll like it, and I can start your lessons if you like? You will be able to suck my cock and swallow my cum just like you really want?’ His location pinged on my phone with the address. ‘See you in 20 mins, don’t be late’ and he hung up. Fuck I thought! I was still horny, I hadn’t cum. Should I go or just shoot my load now and forget it. He seemed a decent guy and I had always wanted to try sucking cock. Just as a one off to scratch the itch. I was straight after all, with a girlfriend.He didn’t sound creepy, ‘fuck it’ I thought. I have his address so if he tries weird shit I know where he lived. That meant he was genuine to my horny cock brain. I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my boner away, slipped on my trainers and grabbed my keys. ‘On my way’ I texted as I started the car. I wondered what lay in store as I followed the sat an. At least I would get to finally suck cock …. Though I remembered I did say I swallowed. The thought got me hard again as. I turned into Brad’s Avenue. to be continued ………

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

This is my first story here, and it's fiction. I hope you like it. I didn't like Daniel. There were several reasons for this, but you can probably pin it all down to his antisocial behavior. Luckily I hadn't seen him for a long time. I was all the more surprised to meet him as a participant in our club ski weekend. But unlike usual, this time he had his girlfriend with him. Jana was about 1.75m tall, slim, long brown hair, fawn-colored eyes, a birthmark on her cheek, about mid-20s. All in all, a sweet girl who was also extremely communicative and open-minded. We had a larger group accommodation, showers and toilets separately and not separated by gender. Jana walked down the hallway dressed only in long ski underwear and a thin sports top. An amazing body. How could she put up with Daniel. We skied all day. At lunch at the hut, she peeled off her ski clothes and braided a braid, revealing the straps of the sports bra. I didn't let on how much I liked her. At dinner together, Jana sat right next to me and we were able to have a nice chat. After that we all sat together at the fireplace and drank a glass or two of beer and a bottle of martini was emptied quite quickly. Again and again I let my gaze wander to her, just a great sight. Unfortunately, Daniel was always close by. It was really hard to get any closer to her. In any case, I could consider this evening unsuccessful. And so I didn't just go to bed early because of the alcohol. However, at some point during the night I need to pee urgently. I clenched for a while, but it only worked for a limited time, so I couldn't fall asleep. So I made my way out of my room to the toilet. Light was still shining under the door, apparently someone had forgotten to turn off the light. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone, I opened the door. Oh, apparently someone just went to the toilet. I heard a low moan. I paused for a moment, no one noticed me. So I could listen a little. It seemed like it was just one person. From the pitch of her voice I guessed Jana. There was no one else with a similar voice in the hallway, that much I knew. If it was Jana, then this was my chance. Apparently she was sitting on the toilet masturbating there. There were two options - either I would try to take a video from under the door with my cell phone, or I would offer to help her. I chose the latter. This was a unique opportunity to give Daniel a little present that he would never forget in his life. "I can help you with that if you want," I said just loud enough to be heard. There was a brief silence, she had interrupted. crap, I thought. This will not work. Silence continued. So I took a few steps into the toilet room and slowly resigned myself to the fact that I didn't have a chance. "Hm, ok" answered the female voice. Yes, I was almost certain that it was Jana. She unlocked the door and let me in. Jana was wearing a tight top, pushed over her breasts, and her panties were on the floor. She motioned for me to be quiet. It's clear. Then she grabbed my pants and she had my cock in her hand. She sat on the toilet, leaning slightly forward, so that I could only see her small 75B breasts. Unfortunately I couldn't see her pussy. With the slightest touch of her my tail was. I actually had to pee urgently. I forced myself to persevere. It wasn't long before my cock was in her mouth. Her tongue gently touched my glans. Then she played with it. She carefully encircled my penis with her lips, her tongue always making circular movements. Then she became more demanding. Her movements became faster and faster. I took her head in my hands and pressed my cock into her mouth until she gagged slightly. A couple of times I repeated this game, and it was already very wet. Then I took her top and pulled it off her. She sat stark naked, then I couldn't take it anymore and I had to pee on her. But apparently this didn't bother her, on the contrary, she opened her mouth and began hesitantly and then more and more to swallow. After each sip of her I stopped briefly, that certainly nothing is lost. She absorbed everything. Ok, apparently she liked the slightly heavier style of play. I wanted to test that further. I pulled them up and took both nipples between my thumb and forefinger from behind and squeezed tightly. You escaped a slight moan. I pressed harder and twisted a bit. A small tremor ran through her body. My cock rubbed against her ass. Now I teased her what I would do to her. This is her last chance to say no. With a groan, she confirmed my suggestion. My fingers slid down from her breasts to her still wet vagina. A little slap on it and she moaned again. Then I set out to explore her clitoris. Each rub made her groan, but sometimes I squeezed a little harder, which made her twitch every time. Then I shoved a finger into her vagina. Now there was no stopping her. I rubbed her g-spot harder, sometimes less hard. I pulled out my finger and licked it. Clean, no semen. I was almost a little disappointed. Again, this time I stuck three fingers inside. Another small tremor in her body. Again and again I pressed my fingers firmly against the walls of her cunt. It was only a matter of time before the spot was rubbed raw. But she seemed to enjoy it. I pulled my hand out again and again, let her lick her juice, but I also wanted to taste it. I always checked the appearance of the slime. And then the time had come, no longer transparent white, no, slightly reddish. Perfect. I quickly scratched my glans with my fingernail and a thin line of blood was visible. Now I put my cock in her pussy. I fucked her while my now free fingers explored her asshole. With a little spit I was able to penetrate effortlessly. Apparently she had already practiced that. She grabbed three fingers easily. And so slowly she had trouble just moaning softly. She kept getting louder, which was clearly uncomfortable for her. I also worked on the second hole until it was slightly bloody, then I switched backwards with my cock. I fucked the little tight hole. She seemed to like it. Then I couldn't hold it anymore and pumped her 3 strokes in the ass. I quickly pulled out and the next 3 loads of cum ended up in the pussy. After I had filled them I pushed a few more times. Suddenly it became clear to her that she had to go back to Daniel like this, and even if she were to put her panties back on, Daniel would probably notice the foreign sperm. She suddenly switched and ordered me to lick her clean. Since my plan had worked up to that point, I followed her order. That way she wouldn't notice the blood either. After 10 minutes in which she herself had 2 orgasms, she was clean. She pulled her panties up and her shirt on again and left the toilet. I removed the traces and went back to bed. The next morning we didn't show anything. There probably wouldn't be a repeat. Two weeks later I met one of our trainers. He was waiting for Daniel. When he called Daniel he said he had to take care of Jana who had the worst flu of her life. Extremely upset, the coach left the club. Once again Daniel had annoyed someone with his antisocial behavior. He would soon get his present from Jana.

Continuation of my bedroom pozbang story. This is fiction. After the wild night of having poz loads pumped into me, I was sleeping, sandwiched between my two black daddy bear lovers. I had a big butt plug in to keep all of the poz loads in and prevent them from leaking out. I was lightly awoken from my slumber when Robert whispered in my ear, "your surprise is here... they are here for your final neg loads." The doorbell rang and Robert and Bill got up and answered it. I looked at the clock. 9 am. My head was still spinning from all the cum and hands-free orgasms from the poz gangbang the previous night. Bill walked back into the master bedroom and pulled out a red cock ring. He stretched the silicone ring around the base of my cock. I could feel my cock beginning to swell and harden immediately. Bill also gave me some viagra as well and I was soon rock hard. Bill motioned for me stand with my legs spread wide in a power stance and display my hard cock for the guests to see. Bill also put a blindfold over my eyes to ensure the surprise. Bill left the room to bring Robert and the guests to the master bedroom as I stood there with my 7" cut cock jutting out like a flagpole. Robert and Bill returned with the guests and the two black men walked over to me and took off the blindfold. "Enjoy your final neg loads," Robert said to me as he and Bill walked out of the bedroom, leaving me with the guests. I was staring at four naked and stunning women. The first was a short, muscular Asian woman, who had to be in mid-thirties. Beautiful golden, tanned skin. Long, flowing black hair. Visible washboard abs, veins popping out on her biceps and triceps. Thick bodybuilder thighs, a large and engorged clit, a trimmed bush, and big fake tits, probably at least D-cups. Next to her was a tall white woman, built like a milf. Beautiful, tanned skin, a nice landing strip, legs that went on for days, large, all-natural c-cup tits. On her right was a big and beautiful, light brown skinned Indian woman. She was a curvaceous bbw with a thick ass and thighs with matching brood mother hips. Her breasts sagged, but were all natural and massive, at least F-cups. The final woman was a thick and curvy black woman. Big tits, big ass, thick thighs, the complete package. Each woman had biohazard and scorpion tattoos in various spots on their bodies. "So I heard from Bill and Robert you have some final neg loads to unload. Well, all four of us are poz and we want your last neg loads," the white woman said to me. "It's also each of our times of the month and we are all super fertile and even more horny. Make us pregnant," the black woman responded. "Yes, impregnate us in more ways than one. Give us your babies," the Indian woman said. The Asian female bodybuilder didn't say anything. She picked me up and threw me on the bed. My sore and plugged ass bounced as the Asian woman jumped on my cock. I watched and moaned as she effortlessly guided my cock into her soaking and hairy snatch. At first, she started grinding rhythmically, but then she started grinding me hard and passionate. It was as if she was trying to fuck me through the bed. The white milf climbed up and guided her trimmed pussy onto my awaiting mouth, while the other two women found fingers on both of my hands. I was drowning in the milf's cum as I lapped at her clit and her pussy. I could feel the other two women's pussies leaking on my hands. I could feel that the Asian bodybuilder grinding and riding me had cum twice in ten minutes. Her engorged clit looked like a small micropenis. I was getting close. The Asian woman moaned loud as I filled her hairy cunt with my neg load. I counted at least twenty spurts of cum inside her. "Me next," the milf responded as she laid on her back. I stood up, my cock still rock hard from the Viagra and cock ring. I laid on top of her in missionary and started thrusting inside her trimmed, wet snatch. As I was fucking the white milf, I could feel a sudden emptiness in my ass. The bodybuilder ripped the large plug from my ass. Suddenly, my ass was no longer empty. The bodybuilder plunged a 12" black strapless dildo into my ass and started fucking me like I was just some slut off the street. The sensation on my battered prostate caused me to explode inside the milf. It was a huge load, as I must have kept cumming for what seemed like a minute. The Asian bodybuilder didn't stop fucking my ass, even as the black bbw laid down in front of my cock and guided me in. By "guided" it was more or less shoved in, as the force from being fucked from behind pushed me into her cunt. We both cried out in pleasure as this mini fuck train was going at full steam. I got my thrusts into a rhythm and synced the timing of the bodybuilder's thrusts into me. As I fucked the black bbw, she wrapped her thick legs around me, which in turn caused me to go further into her cunt. "That's right, fuck my cunt. Suck on my tits, bitch!" she ordered me. I obeyed, sucking on her left tit. Twenty minutes into this session, the black bbw came three times and I blew my load twice. She wanted one final load from me, and she got it. The bodybuilder took off the strapless dildo, turned on the vibrator in it, and shoved it deep into my abused ass. I pumped a third and final load deep into the black bbw's greedy cunt. I was moaning like whore as we shared a make out session. My cock, still hard, slipped out of her cum filled cunt. I was tired and panting. Sweat and cum stained my body. The first three women left, leaving the Indian woman behind. I was expecting her to me rough, but she wasn't. She gently removed the dildo from my ass and gingerly inserted the butt plug back into my sore ass. "Let your Indian auntie make you feel amazing, babe." she told me as we made out. Our tongues danced with each other and in and out of each other's mouths. As we embraced in a hug, she slowly grinded against my cock. She laid down prone on the bed and I guided myself down towards her bottom, my cock finally resting at the entrance of her hairy pussy. She slowly backed up her thick ass and enveloped my cock in her dripping cunt. We made love. It wasn't brutal sex like the other three women, she made love to my cock and myself. It was rhythmic and passionate. Both of us came twice as we built up for a third one. I gently rolled her onto her back and fucked her passionately, making out and sucking her tits. As her hairy pussy clamped down in orgasm on my cock, I had one final explosive orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. We held that embrace for what seemed like an eternity as Bill and Robert walked back into the room. The woman kissed me on last time and wrote down her number for me. A week later, I had the most flu/sickness of my life. I went to my doctor and got tested. I was officially poz. Four weeks after that, all four of the women texted me pictures of their growing baby bumps.

l love to get a faggot or a tranny naked when I use it to show it and anyone who sees it what it is, especially if I am using it outdoors or in public. l find they are usually such whores they don’t really care if anyones sees. Plus it makes them easier to piss on.

Use him rough, ride him hard! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/rfc-demotion-day-xhFVcH0

I'd service a bull like this every day! My hole for his pleasure!

Another patient - this is the fifth - has had HIV eradicated from his system following a stem cell transplant - a transplant in his case necessitated by treatment for leukemia. As others have noted, while stem cell transplants aren't going to be in the works for people in general, the fact that this technique continues to work may open up some new frontiers in treatment of, and eventually curing, HIV. [think before following links] https://thehill.com/policy/healthcare/3866819-fifth-person-cured-of-hiv-after-stem-cell-transplant-researchers-say/

It doesn't put me off enough to not fuck him. What bugs me more is when a guy gets verbal and sounds like an outtake from a bad porn film. When i hear things like, "Please butter my bread" or "Yeah, I want daddy to make a milk delivery" - I wish I had a ball gag handy.

In a word, "yes." Disappointment was my reaction when at the Woods campground in northeastern Pennsylvania, I overheard two hot guys in leather discuss china patterns in voices that really didn't match the visuals.

I will agree with you that the party, on its own, does not do much, if anything, for people. I will, however, acknowledge that "the party" is shorthand for "Elected members of the party". If we accept that shorthand - which I think EQP would - then what the Democratic party has done FOR us, and what the Republican party has done TO us, are a lot clearer.

It surely can in my book. Hasn't happened recently, but I can definitely recall finding a voice off-putting. Or, on the other hand, very sexy.

I have two similar fuckbuds, one much like yours. He just texts me "Oink" which means he'll be here in about 20 minutes, just enough time to "prepare" again. Then he walks in, fucks, breeds, and leaves. So good!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_iRgdn2uXbkTu He took ownership of that hole....so hot when he cum's inside!

I met a guy on the net that simply said, "you want to cum over and suck my cock ?" I said "yes" and he gave me his address. When I got there he took his pants off and sat on the couch, I took my place and got right down on my knees and sucked his cock for him only for a brief recess where he wanted me to lick his balls. He came quite quickly, thanked me and I went home.

Ssshhh...🤫 Yesterday was my lucky day because my neighbor bred me again through GH at the same ABS. As soon as I arrived the parking lot at the ABS, I saw his car and knew he was inside. As I entered the arcade, I was really nervous and deliberately put on my face mask so I was less recognizable in the pretty dark arcade. I carefully made my way into the arcade and went straight to the back where my neighbor usually occupied. As I had predicted, I saw through the door crack my neighbor getting sucked. I quickly went to the other side of the booth and patiently waited for them to finish and to make sure that I saw my neighbor finish his business and left the store. It must have been some time when finally the guy playing with my neighbor came out of the booth. I quickly went into the booth. As in my first post, the booth I was in was dark because the video system was not working. While in the booth, my neighbor was stroking his meaty cock and soon one older guy came in to suck him. Man..my neighbor really is not selective at all. I watched the guy performed his oral service - sucking cock and licking balls. He was not good at all. I could see my neighbor's cock was not even rock hard. The older guy couldn't suck very long and he started jerking my neighbor looking for his reward. It went on for a while until my neighbor started pulling up his pants. No cum. I knew they were done and I quickly motioned my fingers through the hole. To my surprise, my neighbor put his hand on the hole and signaled for something but I didn't follow. They both left the booth but I stayed put. I knew my neighbor had not left the arcade because the store had a door alarm. When people come and leave, the alarm would make a sound. I didn't hear any chime so I knew he was still in the arcade. As I was still in the dark booth, two guys came in separately and wanted to get sucked. These were the regulars. I told them that I was not interested and they quickly left. Then, the guy who was sucking my neighbor earlier came back to the booth. He motioned and wanted to play but I was not interested and hoping that he would quickly vacate the booth so my neighbor may return. And no, he was persistent. He motioned with his hand, put his ass against the hole and his dick through the hole and he even put this hand through the hole trying to grab me. I really dislike when people don't take a hint. I even said to him that I was sorry and not interested. Finally, I blocked the hole with paper towel and he still didn't leave. I am not a booth hog and normally I would have left the booth already if I am not interested. I didn't because I was afraid to run into my neighor. The whole ordeal went on for some time. It must have been like 20 mins but felt like a long time. I kept checking the time on my phone and decided to leave the booth at certain time when I thought my neighbor probably had done and I could safely leave the booth and cruise freely. Finally, the guy on the other side decided to pull up his pants and leave. Thank goodness. A moment later, my neighbor came in. My patience had paid off and I hit the jackpot. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down his pants revealing his semi hard cock which I have remembered so well. He started stroking with one hand and used the other switching the porn channels (I notice that he doesn't watch gay porns). As soon as I saw his cock, I motioned. He took a quick peek through the hole but could not see anything anyway and stuck his cock through the hole. As usual, I started with a few gentle strokes and kisses before stuffing his meaty cock in my mouth and started sucking it. For some reasons, his cock was not rock hard. Perhaps he had cum before. I didn't suck long and he started fucking my mouth. I knew that he wanted to fuck. Because my hole was tight, I knew he wouldn't be able to slide his cock in my hole and I kept sucking and tried to get him hard enough to fuck me. Shortly, he withdrew his cock and started stroking his cock, probably trying to get harder. I put my ass against the hole and he used his finger to tickle my hole. Then, I sucked him on and off until finally he was hard enough to slide his raw cock into my ass. It just felt amazing. At one point, he extended his hand through the hole, fingering my hole and slapped my ass. He even stroked my rock hard cock. I knew how much he liked my hairless ass. By then, my hole was so wet and his cock was hard enough to glide in and out. I tried to push my hole open so he could fuck deep. When he started jackhammering my hole, I knew he was about to cum. I felt his cock pulsating just like my first experience. He bred me again and he didn't know it was me. After we were done, he cleaned himself up, pulled up his pants and left the booth. I knew he was leaving the store like he always did after he cum. I stayed in the booth and literally counted the seconds until I heard the chime from the door alarm. He had left. I was chatting with him in the morning in my neighborhood and a few hours later, he was breeding me at the ABS. The exciting part is that he didn't know that it was me. Well.. this is the round #2. Thanks for reading.

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 …….

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

I just had my second gangbang yesterday. I wore a jockstrap and was passed around for about 3 hours among 8 guys, who Dpd, spitroasted, and took turns coming in my mouth and pussy. During this time I spend 4 hours moaning, begging them to fuck me harder, and telling them to “shoot it in me” While they 2 guys were doing the DP the one guy asked me “do you like this bitch” and I said “yeah fuck me like a little slut” and called him daddy. And that is when I realized, I have become a total slut. Over the past 2 months I have taken over 30 loads. And I’m seriously trying to figure out why I do this? For the bottoms on here, what motivates you to become a cumslut?

I managed to get off work early and called in at the sauna on the edge of town. It's a bit run down and has seen better days, which means it's frequented mostly by older, sleazy guys which is just how I like it. I parked across the street and went into the anonymous, peeling front door. The bored desk clerk took my money and said "Naked day today,'kay? If you need a towel later for a shower, come and ask." I'd forgotten it was naked day. That was good as the guys were pretty uninhibited. I went into the locker area and stripped. The viagra I'd taken was kicking in, and I felt my cock stiffening nicely as I stood naked as I shut the locker. Downstairs was the hot tub, steam room and showers, but I headed straight up to the play area. There were a few denizens lurking in the dim corridors as I did the rounds, but no action I could see. Off to one side was a small room with a stained leather couch and a TV. I peered round the doorway and saw a chubby, middle-aged guy watching porn. His cock was erect but quite small beneath his flabby belly. I went and sat beside him, playing with my cock and rubbing the prince Albert in the end. He ignored me, but after a while he reached and began to squeeze my cock as he watched the TV. I shoved my hand under his thigh and he shifted his bulk so I could finger his arsehole. It was hot and slippery with lube. I flicked a finger inside his arse but he just took it without reacting. I was thinking maybe he wasn't interested in playing when he got off the couch, turned and knelt on the cushions. He rested his head on his arms and raised his arse in the air. I stood and got behind him. There was a deep cleft between his buttocks and the dark crease was smeared with lube. Since there were no condoms around., I slid into him bare. His arse was slack and soft and I went in easily until my belly was against his cheeks. I started to thrust and enjoy the feel of his warm rectum when I noticed a couple of other guys watching from the doorway, one older and the other maybe in his forties.. I leaned back so they could see my bare cock in his arse and they both grinned at me and began rubbing their cocks. The older one raised an eyebrow and made a + sign with his fingers. I nodded in return and he elbowed the other guy and whispered something in his ear. The other guy's eyes widened in surprise, but he stayed to watch even though he must have been told I was poz. I was getting close, but then the guy suddenly stood up, pulled himself off my dick and wandered out without a word. The guy who'd made the poz sign scurried over, knelt on the couch and offered me his arse which was saggy and flaccid, but the brown hole in the middle was warm and wet as I slid into him. He sighed happily as I began to fuck him and the other guy came hesitantly over and sat next to us on the couch. The guy I was fucking leaned his head sideways and offered his mouth in a kiss. After a moment, the youger man kissed him, gently at first then harder and his cock was stiff as a poker.....

When I was pretty much exclusively a top, I always preferred to fuck a fresh hole. Now very much a bottom again but, on the rare occasion I top (maybe after a sauna session of taking raw cocks and loads), I'll happily slide into a cum-filled hole.

I'm trying to write a part 3, but I don't know where to start. I have ideas. I'll try to get it out to you asap.

I decided to host a pump’n’dump this morning. After having a friend visit for a week, keeping me from being filled, I was dying for as much cock as possible in my guts. Posted an ad on Sniffies (with my address made public so guys could come through without having to even message) and Doublelist and got ready. First top to come through was in his 30s, fit, with a decent 7” cock that was thick as fuck. He hit me up on Sniffies, said he was 5 minutes away, and I told him to come over. I waited on my belly, my back arched with my ass up and lubed. After 5 minutes, I heard the door open and buried my head in my blanket so as to not even see him. I heard him come into my room and remove his clothes. Then felt him as he climbed onto the bed behind me and used his knees to spread my legs further apart. The head of his cock pressed against my hole, making me moan. And then, with one hand putting pressure on my spine to keep me in place, he rammed it inside me in one thrust until his balls were against my taint. I wasn’t ready for that and yelped, but he held me in place and began to fuck me with no mercy. It hurt, but also felt so amazing having him take his pleasure with no care for my comfort. He continued like this for about 5 minutes before slamming in as deep as he could go to cum. I felt his cock throbbing and the warmth of his cum filling me. After what felt like minutes of unloading, he finally pulled out, dressed and left without saying a word. I hadn’t gotten any other messages, but just a few minutes later heard the door open again. Guess someone took advantage of the address being public. Resumed the same position: ass up, back arched, belly on bed and legs spread, head in my blanket so as to not even see. I heard him walk in, climb over me and slam his cock home again without a word. He felt far smaller than the previous guy, but I let him do his thing and after a few minutes he moaned that he was cumming and unloaded in my guts. Didn’t feel his cum. He dressed and left, and a fwb had messaged me. He’s not super hung, but knows how to fuck. Claims to be undetectable but loves poz and other dirty talk. I told him to come over. He arrived 20 minutes later and had me get on all 4s before slamming into me. At first he was mostly quiet, occasionally commenting on how he could feel the other men’s cum in me. As he picked up his pace, he got more verbal, saying every nasty thing on the books until he slammed as deep as he could go and I felt his cock twitch as he unloaded in me. He then pulled out, slapped my ass, and left. So here I am now, 3 anon loads up my guts, and hoping to hit double digits today. Will post with updates if anyone else shows up.

"The Spectrum Model of Sex, Gender and Sexuality" "The spectrum model more accurately represents the ways in which an individual’s sex, gender identity, gender expression and sexual and romantic orientations do not always exist as opposite endpoints. They can exist in any combination, and a person's placement on one spectrum does not necessarily determine their placement on any of the others." [think before following links] https://web.archive.org/web/20201103114503/[think before following links] https://www.usd.edu/diversity-and-inclusiveness/office-for-diversity/safe-zone-training/spectrum-model my own take on relationship agrees with the copied and pasted info above. i do not think there is such a thing as 100% compatibility between anyone. i think the tendency to think in binary terms is something we do to try to nail fluidity down to give us a sense of security. I.e., something in us equates static with security. But i wonder that the only truly static state of being in life is... death, the cessation of movement/fluidity. In the context of the "Spectrum Model...," it seems to me that the two of you are experiencing compatibility in some areas, but not in one that is clearly important to You. You wanna fuck, and he does not. Or he may want to fuck, but is conflicted for other reasons. As an aside, i'd be curious if he is sexually active with women? Has he ever had sex? With a nod towards BlackDude, i too think one can be gay and asexual, though such a state of being would probably be almost impossible to fathom for most of us in the BZ community lol.

I'm poz on meds. Infected 15 years ago before PrEP was available. I know who knocked me up but not that time he fucked me, It was an anonymous fuck by a gorgeous man with a huge dick. No talk of status or condoms. Got the fuck flu about 3 weeks later and tested poz a few months later. Since I tested relatively close to my infection date I had a good CD4 count and a moderate viral load. Started meds immediately and was undetectable within a few months. If PrEP were available then I would have been on it. Luckily I have had no issues with HIV. I just take my pill every day.

That's so hot. I have misjudged what guys want sometimes. Cruising in the park I met a hot black guy who at first I was convinced was straight on the dl and only wanted a blow job. Within a few minutes I was on my back in the dirt, shorts off, legs up with his dick in me and eventually his nut which I found out about 3 weeks later was toxic.

Definitely… I was at a club and saw this hot guy talking to a friend of mine. I asked him about the guy… he smiled and asked if I wanted to meet him. I said of course and he took me up to him and introduced us. I heard his squeaky voice and did my best to to not have my jaw drop completely open. I turned around to my friend after, only to see him laughing at my reaction. Needless to say… that was it for me …though we sometimes hung around in the same circles.

Nice story @Bttml00king sounds like you and your neighbor are having fun without him knowing it's you

honestly? i just want to have one night of risky sex

No one famous, closest I got was a grindr hook up in NYC a while back. It was Sunday night, guy hit me up invited me to he suite at the plaza - hell ya. Meets me in the lobby, good looking blonde. Head up to his room. Turns out, he was a pro and had been there since Friday. Said he's got a married guy who likes to meet whenever he goes to NYC, flies this guy in from Chicago, and puts him up. Said the guy's wife shops during he day, so while she shops he fucks Blondie. He said he was leaving in the morning and wanted to top so jumped on Grindr. I said wow, my lucky day. He didn't mention a name, I didn't ask the room was spendy, so dude was obviously well off. Blonde was well built, smooth and had a nice 7 inch cock. He fucked me 2x. Was hot knowing I was getting some expensive cock for free, definitely one of my more memorable hook ups.

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.

These numbers seem awfully low gentleman (and I use the term loosely) but you figure there are two days in the weekend, multiple that by 52 weeks in a year. So that is 104 nights of opportunity. Now multiply that number by the number of years you have been sexually active and seriously, the number will make you .........sick to your stomach! Seriously, do the math! I like how some guys say "100". 100 since when, the end of 2021? Before the pandemic? During the pandemic? Wish everyone was honest because when I calculated my number I became somewhat ill. I am not posting my number for fear the board of Health will come and get me - lmao.

On a boat during the summer of 2022 in lake Ontario. Myself and 4 other men gangbanged my tranny girlfriend. Probably the nastiest sweaty fuck fest in my lifetime.

Great question, which I’m pondering in bed the morning after a day at Flex Spa in LA where I anonymously offered up my mouth and ass in my darkened room for 6 hours and lost count how many times I was penetrated. I wasn’t alway a cumdump. In fact I started out as a top. As I got older and began to be referred to as a daddy, put on some weight and gained a fatter ass, more and more guys, especially younger tops grabbed my ass and wanted to play. It started out as rimming and ass play and I was cool with that since it was pleasurable and still left me with the pretense that I was a top, just a bit kinkier. After a few years, I let myself be fucked for the first time. Another year and condoms were off. Now I was “selective verse” since I was picky and only took younger cock. Couple years later I’m older, ass is bigger, cock doesn’t always work on command and many more tops wanting my hole and fewer bottoms interested. Hook ups based upon my choice become fewer so I start visiting bathhouses. Initially maybe once a month and still trying to be verse and picky. A year later it’s once a week, sometimes twice at the baths. Begin to experiment with ass up “just curious what the cumdumps see in such degrading behavior” and glory holes “okay, if my cock is too small, I’ll suck yours”. Quickly losing all pretense and sliding towards debasement, start to revel in anon breedings, glory hole cock in my ass. Now there is no pretense. No pride. No ego. No pickiness. No cock refused. I’m a regular at bathhouses and sex clubs. The clerks know me and smile when I check in. The attendants chuckle when they see me in the hall and if it’s a quiet afternoon, like to step in and finger my hole to check for loads. and, inexplicably, I love what I’ve become.

Part five – One Hot Minute  When I came back to the world of the living, I was lying on the rubber bed in my black room. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized something was wrong. I felt AWFUL. My body was aching all over, I was very cold and very hot at the same time. My head was spinning, I felt sick. I tried standing up, but my whole body felt too heavy, and I had trouble getting on my feet. I was also extremely thirsty. I felt like I was high, but I knew it wasn’t the case. I clearly had a fever.  The door opened and Daddy came in. He was dressed in a dramatic looking black rubber uniform that covered him from head to toe. The top looked like an old uniform with a front panel and buttons on the side, it was gorgeous. His rubber pants were clinging tightly to his legs and showcased his massive bulge. I wanted to get my face in it and worship it, but the thought of actually doing so was making me nauseous. I was still lying down and once again tried to get up to greet my master, but all I could manage to do was extend my arms and whimper softly.  “Hey boy, I’m back. Did you enjoy your little trip in Wonderland?”   As soon as he saw me squirming pathetically his demeanor changed and he looked concerned.  “Are you alright boy? Feeling under the weather?”  “Yes Daddy, I think I’m sick”.  He put his hand on my forehead and smiled.  “Good news, boy. You’re finally converting. What you are experiencing right now is what we call the fuck flu. You are officially becoming a true poz. You are having a fever, quite high actually, and that’s the best part about it. Your body is on fire, almost literally, burning hot with HIV. That means your hole is now warmer than it will ever be. Which also means I will take full advantage of it. There is nothing like fucking a burning feverish hole raw, it’s a rare delicacy I was looking forward to. I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get too hot and end up with brain damage, now let me see...”  He must have been prepared for this situation because he somehow already had a thermometer in a pocket, he then pulled my legs up like a baby and shoved it in my ass. After a few seconds he took it out and looked satisfied.  “A nice 102 degrees. You have some fire in you right now, boy. I’ll have to take your temperature regularly to make sure it doesn’t go above 103, so I’ll give you a little something to stabilize you. Wait a second.”  Daddy left the room and came back after a minute. During his absence, my mind started reeling. I was obviously not under the influence of any drug at the moment, so I could think semi-clearly (despite the fever and terrible ache all over my body). As much as everything felt like a dream up to this point, I was now living a nightmare. I had been experiencing so much pleasure in the last days (or was it weeks? I wasn’t so sure anymore) and it was all crashing down. Strangely, I did not feel any regret about my choice of becoming Daddy’s sex slave. I trusted him to get me through this, and if he could get something more out of this, then it was for the best. But dear God did I feel awful right now. I was very anxious for him to come back and make me feel better because I thought I was about to pass out. And I was so, so thirsty. On top of this, I wasn’t horny in the slightest. I knew Daddy would fuck me very soon, but I wasn’t finding the idea so appealing. All I wanted was to go back to sleep and wake up better. And poz.  And that was the thread I was hanging on at the moment which would make me go through this ordeal. Becoming poz. It was underway and there was no stopping it whatsoever. I would never be anything else than a poz chem slut for my Daddy. Why did I find it so fucking hot? I was asking myself this question since the first time I caught Rick with the other boy having chem sex and making poz talk. It was still a complete mystery as to why it makes my dick so hard. The thought of this being a permanent situation. A complete submission to my dark desires I didn’t even know I had. I went with the idea so fast it almost scared me. I never really took the time to think it through and truly consider the consequences of my choice. But no matter how hard I thought about it, if I was under the influence of a drug or not, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the thought of being infected with HIV, becoming poz and taking toxic loads up my ass for the rest of my life while getting high as fuck. It surely sounded better than having to work to make a living. And the pleasure... The most intense pleasure I couldn’t even imagine was possible. Relentless, endless, permanent pleasure. I wasn’t feeling any pleasure now, but I knew this wouldn’t last long; I could hear footsteps, my Daddy was coming back to take care of me.  Daddy came back pushing a rolling cart with several items on it. Pill bottles, syringes, bottles with some clear liquid in it and a few items I couldn’t see. He handed me a pill and a glass with a single mouthful of water in it and told me to take it. I didn’t waste time but was thoroughly disappointed by the small quantity of water. I really needed to drink.  “There, your fever shouldn’t rise any more for a while. I’ll check your temp again later. I’m also willing to bet you’re not feeling very horny right now, aren’t you, boy? We’ll fix that too. I don’t want to be the only one having fun, you know? I just need to make sure it doesn’t rise your body temperature too much. You should be good for one more degree.”  My head was spinning and I was feeling very cold. I was a bit wary of taking drugs and I started shivering.   “I’m going to give you something milder than usual, you’re already quite fucked up as it is, just not quite horny enough. Let’s try out what you’ve got out of your recent trip in Wonderland.”  While saying that, Daddy unzipped his rubber pants and took out his massive poz dick.  “Put that in your mouth and swallow everything that comes out of it. It’ll make you feel much, much better, you’ll see.”  I did as I was told and instantly started to suck on his cock.  “Don’t suck it, faggot, just put the tip in your mouth and don’t move. Make sure you don’t spill a single drop.”  I stopped sucking and let the head of his cock rest between my lips, making a tight seal around his semi-hard dick. After a few seconds piss started to flow into my mouth. To my surprise it tasted bitter and sweet, not a bad taste at all.   “This is chem piss, boy. I spent the last few hours doing T with some friends upstairs and now my body is flushing it out into your mouth. Drink all of it and you’ll get a nice high, just enough for someone in your situation. For the moment you’re not getting anything else, it could be dangerous. Well, maybe some poppers later. If you’re a good enough boy I might even also piss into your ass, my bladder is quite full so there is plenty more where that’s coming from.”  As I was gulping relentlessly on his chem piss to keep up with the flow and not choke, I could feel his cock getting progressively harder in my mouth. The pressure of the piss stream was getting stronger, and it was starting to hit the back of my throat. The feeling was far more pleasurable than I anticipated, and I could see that I would enjoy piss play a lot in the future. Drinking my Daddy’s fluids was insanely erotic, and I wished I could see myself in the position I was in. It was funny that even a few days ago the thought of doing what I was doing right now would have disgusted me to no end, but now I just wanted more piss down my throat. As a bonus, I no longer felt thirsty and my horniness was quickly coming back, but I wasn’t sure if it was the chem piss or just the act itself that was turning me on. I could feel my cock getting hard and leaking big drops of precum on my rubber bed.  “I’m amazed how quickly you learn to be such a pig slut, dear boy. I’m very proud of you. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but you really were born to be a chemmed up poz slut for your Daddy.”  Piss was still freely flowing into my mouth, and I was starting to wonder if it would ever end, and then it did. Daddy left his cock there as the last few drops leaked out for me to swallow. When he was satisfied that I drank everything, Daddy stepped back and smiled at me.  “Feeling better, now?”  “Yes, much better, thank you Daddy.”  “You enjoyed being my personal urinal, boy?”  “Yes Daddy, I love drinking your chem piss. It’s way better than I expected and it’s making me horny.”  “Good, because you’ll be drinking a lot of my piss in the future. It’ll help keep you high, hydrated, and subservient to me.”  “Yes, Daddy.”  I was feeling a bit less cold, but I was still shivering a bit.  “Now boy lay on your stomach while we wait for the chem piss to take hold in your system.”  I did as I was told and as soon as I was comfortable, Daddy poured something cold and oily on me and started giving me a massage, running his big strong hands all over my shoulders, back, butt and legs. It felt incredible and the shivers slowly went away. Massages pretty much always feel nice, but this was something else, the fever made my skin overly sensitive and I was in ecstasy. “I told you I was going to take very good care of you. I’m totally using you for my own pleasure, but I want to make sure you too are having a good time. You’re my slave, but you are also my poz son and your wellbeing is very important to me. Just relax and let me make you feel better while you’re sick. In a couple days the fever and aches will be gone and will have finally completed your seroconversion. I’ll personally test you for HIV, it will be positive, of course, and I’ll monitor your viral load over the coming weeks and months. I won’t put you on meds right away. I want you to get a very high load in your system before we bring it down. I’ll keep breeding you to charge you up, but there is so much I can give you now, since you already have my strain. So, to spice things up I’ll start sharing you with my friends. Some have different, more virulent strains. Some even have full-blown AIDS. I have a couple acquaintances who stopped all medication a while ago and don’t have much time left. They will all fill your ass with their extremely toxic cum. Hopefully you’ll develop your own mutant strain that you can gift back to the rest of the community. You’ll be like an HIV incubator, a mother to the Virus. The thing is, though, I’ve decided you would be an exclusive total bottom. I don’t want my slut to top anyone. So, we’ll have to come up with other ways for you to share your gift. I hope you enjoyed your trip on the brainwashing machine, because you’ll spend a lot of time hooked to it. I’ll have to milk you like a cow to collect your seed and give it to my virus worshipping friends.”  Daddy’s insanely perverted poz talk, coupled with the chem piss I just drank and the massage were pushing several buttons in my brain, and I was getting very horny. My ass was starting to itch, and the fever only made it more intense. I was getting anxious for Daddy to start fucking me as soon as possible and started wiggling my butt to try and send a signal. Daddy caught it quite quickly and shoved an oily finger into my hole. I instantly arched my back and raised by butt in the air to try and get more of his finger in.  “Woah, I take it you’re ready for my cock in your burning ass, boy?  “Yes, please, fuck me Daddy, I need it.”  He poured some more oil between my ass cheeks and lifted me up so I was on all fours. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my hole, mixing his precum with the oil.  “You want it, boy? You want that big poz dick in your tight burning seroconverting ass?”  “Yes, please Daddy !!” I was almost crying.  “You sure you’re not too sick to fuck? Maybe I should let you rest...” Now he was teasing me, and it was pure torture. I kept begging him while pushing my ass against his cock.  “As you wish then.”  With that said he entered me in one swift move. He wasn’t even all the way in yet when he let out a very loud, ecstatic moan and pushed the rest in me without stopping until he was balls deep in my ass.  “Holy fucking Christ that ass is FLAMING HOT. So fucking warm. My dick is in heaven right now. Holy shit this feels good. I wish you had a fever all the time.”  He stood still, without moving, savouring the extreme warmth of my feverish asshole.   “I’ll have to find a way to induce a fever to get that hot ass from time to time, this is way too good. It’s been a while since I got the chance to fuck a seroconverting slut. Holy fuck! This is what I’ve been waiting for since you accepted my virus. There’s truly nothing better than a fuck flu ass.”  On my end of things, the fever made everything feel better. Daddy’s cock sliding inside my rectum was hitting a whole lot of fired up nerves and everything felt way more sensitive than usual. I was so hot and warm that his cock felt a bit colder than usual. Daddy started picking up the pace and I was starting to really feel the chem piss’ effect. As turned on as I was, my cock went a bit limp, but I could feel cum oozing out if it and onto the rubber bed. I buried my face on the cold black mattress to focus on Daddy’s pounding while enjoying a relentless string of micro-orgasms.  “This is like fucking a furnace. Jesus, it’s amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that hot ass, boy. I hope your enjoying yourself because we’re in for quite a ride.”  I managed to reply, mumbling with my face still stuck on the rubber mattress.   “Oh God yes Daddy, keep fucking me. This is so fucking good.”  “Can you feel your DNA being rewritten, boy? Can you feel yourself becoming a true poz?”  “Yes Daddy, I can feel it. I’m pregnant with your virus. You truly fertilized me and now I’m carrying your poz babies. Please give me more seed to feed my children and make them stronger and more toxic. Fill me up please Daddy.”  I was getting desperate for more poz cum in my ass. I wanted Daddy to drain his balls inside me. It didn’t take long. It must have been only a minute before I felt Daddy become stiff while he buried his cock as deep as possible, shooting his toxic load inside my ass. I could swear I felt it hitting my walls and burning my guts. Daddy didn’t say anything while coming, just a deep, long growl. “Son, I’m not pulling out anytime soon, your ass is way too hot for that. But I still have to pee. Brace yourself more chem piss followed by a nice piss fuck.”  After a few seconds Daddy was giving me my first ever chem piss enema. I couldn’t feel much at first, but after a while I could tell something was filling me up. It lasted a while; Daddy still had a lot of piss in his bladder even after what he gave me to drink earlier. Since he was still rock hard from the drugs he had in him and the fucking he gave me, there was a lot of pressure and the piss was blasting against my ass walls. He pulled back a little bit and the piss stream somehow started hitting my prostate. The sensation was incredible, like scratching an itch with tremendous force. It only took a few seconds and I had a full-blown orgasm, shooting cum all over the rubber mattress under me. I wondered if my cum was toxic yet.   At that point I could feel I had a lot of chem piss inside my bowels, my belly felt a bit stretched and the pressure was getting strong. It felt good, but strange. I realized with was a very long time since I had an enema, if ever. I wasn’t used to that feeling. Once Daddy was done, I felt like I was going to burst, but he didn’t pull out and resumed fucking me through the piss.   I could feel the warm toxic liquid trickle down my thighs as Daddy was pounding me once again. He picked up speed, then slowed down, then sped up again. The slushing sounds, mixed with the growling and the squeaks of the rubber were heavenly to my ears. After a few cycles, he grabbed a bottle of poppers and took several hits. He gave me the bottle and resumed fucking me while I was doing my own hits, carefully pacing himself so I wouldn’t spill the amyl all over the bed. After four deep hits I closed the bottle and let Daddy do his magic.   It took a good half hour of pounding before Daddy came again inside my ass, mixing his poz cum with his chem piss still inside. There was pee everywhere and the smell of urine was very strong, but it turned me on even more. After his orgasm subsided, Daddy finally pulled out and the bulk of the piss still inside me came rushing out almost instantly. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried to, my ass muscles were too loose to control. Daddy grabbed my hips and turned me on my back, lifted my legs and got back in for another round. I was exhausted with the fever and the rough fuck I just had, so I closed my eyes and let Daddy do his business, and I eventually passed out.

Reminds me the 2 weeks spending with my Uncle and Cousin in the summer - sharing a bed with my cousin . Early age , not knowing it all , taken to party's first with females and males - drinking too much . Then , party's with males - booze , weed and poppers - hanging dicks and cum loads to taste . Each time , before bed , given me a aspirin for hang overs / sleep better - felt used ! Routine Hot tub and getting high - mercy - I was becoming a cock slut - craving it all the time ! 2 weeks of cock fest !

She scowled. I turned and mumbled that I was going to take a shower. She opened her mouth to say something but thankfully closed it as I walked through the living room into the master bedroom. I closed that door and the inner bathroom door and turned the shower on hot. ***** I'll never forget the sight of Benny--massive cock fully erect, encased in glistening rubber like a safer sex psa--pulling out a drawer under his coffee table and pulling out a sheet. "Don't want to get lube on the couch" he said cheerfully. The reality of the situation suddenly came back into focus. "Listen. Benny. You cannot fuck me. I shouldn't have, you know, let you blow me. But you know how consent works." I wrapped my arms around my shoulders. God I must have looked ridiculous, sitting on a big leather couch, naked from the waist down trying to look firm. Meanwhile some twink got railed in some generic hotel room on the 60". Benny paused for a moment and then pressed the sheet into the couch cushions. "Of course that's how consent works. Here's the thing. I think you want to consent to me fucking you in the ass. I think you're concerned about your wife finding out, which I understand. But i think that even more you want to get fucked in the ass." My cock had recovered from my orgasm and between the smut and Benny's proposition, I was hard again. I was also terrified and desperate to feel a man fuck me. My cheeks flushed. He was gracious when I said "OK Benny, I consent." ***** Near tears, I'd asked him to add as much lube as possible and he came through. I realized it must be on my boxers and shorts and was in all likelihood on my tshirt, too. Obviously I'd strewn those items all around the bathroom and hadn't gotten out anything else to wear. ***** Benny jerked his cock against my hole. I was shaking in anticipation. Benny pushed his forearm into the small of my neck hard and pressed his fat cock head into my lubed ass. I swallowed a yelp. I wasn't ready for that. I did my best to meditatively breath as Benny pounded my virgin ass. His cock flopped out of me and I felt lube run down my balls. "Your ass is so tight. I thought you were lying about being straight." "No really, it's my first time doing anything with a guy." "Don't worry hun. I'll use plenty of lube. Just relax." I stayed pressed low on the couch trying to regulate my breathing, spacing out a little on Benny.

For me it was going bareback that really made me into the slut I am. Once I felt that raw cock inside me the first time, I was hooked. And once I had a load inside me, I wanted another one right away. All my best sexual experiences since have ended with at least two loads inside me. And I still always want more.

Me calling a lad a slut is a compliment, they are talented and the best at draining a load!

so true. faggots like us don't BECOME sluts. we are born sluts. we are born with the desire and the need to suck off as many guys as possible and get fucked up the ass by as many males as we can get mounted, fucked and bred by. and for cumdumpsters like us, it doesn't even make sense to get fucked with a condom. we were born to service men and make their cocks feel as good as possible. that means we were literally born to get fucked bareback by any male, no questions asked, any time they want, anywhere they want and any number of men who want to use our bodies to get themselves off. we crave loads because we were born to take loads and we exist to have cum pumped into our bodies by anyone who wants to get off. using faggots like us to blow your load into a hot fuckhole is like using a urinal to take a piss. just think urinals in the mall have thousands of random males piss into it. why shouldn't whores like us take loads from thousands of random males too? for that matter we might as well get pissed in as often and by as many guys as a urinal in a public restroom.