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You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

I felt the massive, 12.5 diameter head of the black annihilator dildo press against my hungry ass. “Is my boy’s pussy hungry?” Mark asked. I just moaned and reached back to open my asscheeks for him. My pussy wasn’t just hungry, it was ravenous with need. The deep fuck, massive booty bump, and giant load of chempiss had taken me nearly beyond reason. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the giant dildo began to slowly push into my ass. It felt huge, its firm head pushing my lips inward for a bit. Daddy kept steady pressure on it, all the while hissing for me to take it. I had taken this tool before, usually at the end of the night, but tonight was different. Tonight Mark had gotten his wish ever since he started to mold my twink ass—I had been given a taste of deep fucking and I craved more. The pressure on my ass was steady, it felt like a baby’s head, the giant silicone glans of the thing, as it pushed at the entrance to my hole. Suddenly, my lips opened up and in it popped. I gave a sharp cry, arched my back, and groaned deeply. Mark held the dildo steady, letting me get used to it. “Slid right in this time, you little slut,” he said, “Gonna fuck you so deep.” Although I definitely wanted it, I had some serious doubts about the annihilator fucking me. I had taken the toy many times—or most of it—but my hole was tight enough that Daddy could only slowly push it in, make me hold it for a bit, and then slowly pull it out. I was also worried about my ability to get fucked with the giant toy because he had taken my poppers away again. After he filled my ass with a huge load of chempiss and plugging it inside me, he had kept me face down ass up on the bed while he watched part of yet another fisting porn scene. I was too high to watch it, and I couldn’t see the TV anyway with my head turned to the side and my chest close to the bed so the chempiss could work it’s way deep inside. After about 15 minutes, he said, “That’s had time to cook your hole. “ He reached down and grabbed the poppers from my hand. Putting them on his bedside table, next to the faint remains of our crystal supply, he directed me into the bathroom where he yanked the plug out and what little liquid not completely absorbed into my body dribbled out of my hole. I groaned and begged him to use me. And that’s where I was now, being used by my Daddy. Right now it felt amazing, too, the giant head lodged in my first chamber. “Squeeze your hole around the head,” Mark commanded, “Suck on it with your ass like you suck on my asshole, you nasty slut.” I did as he commanded, squeezing my ass muscles around the giant head. I immediately grunted and then moaned as the feeling of fullness increased sharply. The thing felt like a bowling ball in my ass. “Do it again,” Mark demanded, “And keep the pressure on until I tell you to stop.” I took a breath and as always, did as I was told. It really did feel incredible, this giant toy stuffed in my anal cavity. I could feel it reshaping and remodeling my insides, it’s hard shape pushing against my walls. “Take another breath,” he said, “And as you let it out stop sucking on the head and push out.” I took a deep breath, let up the pressure and pushed out—and that’s when Daddy made his move. With firm but gentle pressure he pushed the dildo into my hole. I could feel my second ring open, in a way it never had before, and I felt the big head move into my second ring. It got in about half way when it started to hurt. Daddy saw me start to tense up and he stopped. “Just breathe,” he said, “Breath and feel the stretch.” I had never felt this before—the toy felt bigger and more filling than ever before. I breathed in again, and as I let it out, Mark pushed gently and it was in. The giant head was inside my second ring and my asslips were wrapped around the slightly thicker shaft. I could feel the asymmetrical shape of the shaft filling my ass, the the fake vein stretching and bulging the bottom of my asslips so tight. I moaned loudly and deeply. Daddy held the toy perfectly still. I was breathing heavily, my mind a jumble. “Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, “Please Daddy fuck me deep.” I could practically hear him smirk, although I was focused more on the intense feelings from my ass more than anything in the world. “That’s what I am doing, you slut,” Again there was the pause, the little moment of respite for the building of desire. Mark knew the exact rhythm how much more body could take. He knew when to push, when to hurt me, and when to make me wait. It only took a few seconds, as hungry as my ass had become, and without thinking about it my hole relaxed slightly, my back arched, and I moaned. As I did so he pushed slowly and steadily as more and more of the dildo—bigger than either of my arms—disappeared up my ass. I groaned, lost to thought, feeling nothing but submission and I desire to have my ass filled. Slowly but surely, my ass opened until all 16 inches of the tool was buried to the hilt. I was shaking very slightly now, panting, with low deep moans between pants. I bucked my ass a tiny bit, like a bitch in heat, as I felt the giant tool stretch me completely. I couldn’t move much—the annihilator’s immobilized the middle of my body, it vast firm thickness filling me from my assring to deep, deep inside. “Oh daddy, fuuuuck meeeee,” I begged. “Take me, use me, fuuuck meee.” If it had been obscene before, when my mouth was glued to his assring, this was even more so. My skinny flat twink ass bisected by the giant black silicon shaft. My asslips were completely taut—even if there had been more crystal, there was no way a finger was going between that ring and the silicon god ravishing my hole. Daddy held the beast steady, using both hands around its giant balls. The toy rose and fell with my deep panting, every moan causing it to bob slightly. I was masterful display of dominance, the way he kept that shaft firmly planted all the way in my hole. After a good five minutes of this—Mark later told me the giant fucker was so heavy, he couldn’t keep it steady much more—Daddy told me to breath and slowly, tortuously, the giant toy excited my hole. Expecting a rest, I flopped on my back. “Legs up, cunt, daddy demanded, “Your need to be fucked.” Once my legs were in the air, Daddy pushed the toy back in. It slid in slowly but smoothly, barely registering any resistance from my broken down inner ring, although he knew when it did by the deep moan I let out. Once there, Daddy wedged the toy on the bed, letting about an inch of it out of my guts so the heavy balls could rest on the bed. I was panting again, breathing heavily from the intensity of this second deep fuck. The toy was huge in my ass, making my ass the absolute center of my universe. I could honestly think of nothing else, could feel nothing but the incredible giant fullness, the stretch, the constant oscillation of pain and pleasure emanating from my anal cavity. Mark laid back and reached for his cigarettes. On screen, a group of German muscle men were engaged in a noisy fistful. But I could barely see them, my mind was so engrossed in trying to understand the feeling of something so large lodged in what felt like the root of my body. As I lay there trying to both come down from the deep fuck and the feeling of fullness, Daddy put his cigarette down and started using his mouth and hands to pinch and bite my nipples. After doing this a bit, his teeth clamped down hard on one nipples and I felt him move the base of the toy of the bed and slowly push those final inches into my hole. I groaned loudly, and Mark bit my tit harder. “Do it, please, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee “ I begged. Mark began to slowly pull the toy out, about four inches and then back in. He did this slowly over and over again. The entire time I begged him to keep fucking me, feeling the giant head of the dildo and the massive shaft reshaping every part of my insides. It hurt some, especially as the head moved inside me, but I began to crave it more, The rough play at the start of the session which Mark had soothed with his fist full of Tina—had implanted a dark desire deep in my soul. Mark slowly sat up, keeping the relentless slow fuck going, but now he began to pull out further, six inches out and back in, then relentless 8 inches and back in. “Harder, daddy, more,” I panted, “Fuck me with your giant cock.” My begging egged him on. He knew the toy was so obscenely big that it magnified all feelings in my add, but he also had me where he had been molding me for weeks—with a serious hunger for deep fucking and taste for some rough, hard, okay. And so fuck me he did, relentlessly. There was no way the toy was going to be able to punched in and yanked out, the way he had with the little beaded dildo at the beginning of the night. But he had the perfect tool for a Tina-craved size-queen twink who he had taught to crave bigger and harder things. He pulled it out and pushed it in, increasing the fuck speed by tiny amounts until he was long dicking my ass with the dildo, pulling it until the big head was in my first chamber, and then pushing it relentlessly forward, stretching and ruining my inner ring. I lay there, legs high over my head, so turned on I was tweaking my nipples and touching my body, feeling the giant tool rearranging my insides as I felt my abdomen move from the outside. My head was all over the place. The toys hurt, it felt amazing, it felt like someone was dragging a bowling ball in and out of my ass. It felt like I couldn’t live without someone using my hole like this every day. He fucked me for what felt like forever—I don’t know if it was 5 minutes or 40–but he delivered a final series of four harder nearly full length fucks of the dildo, each one causing me to cry out and writhe in pleasure and pain. “Like it when I fuck you like that?” Mark growled, delivering the final deep fuck. He pulled the the giant tool out of my hole too quickly and I cried out. As I went to put my legs down, panting from the ass workout. “Stay put,” he commanded, and lined the head of the dildo with my ass and in one push, the hardest and roughest he’d been, pushed the giant dildo through my anal ring, the giant head pushing and bruising my ass as it slipped easily through my second ring, and lodged itself deep in the furthest reaches of my colon. There was a pause. I was moaning heavily, panting, sweat streaming off of body from the intense fucking. My jumbled mind knew only that my hole was his to command, I could think about nothing other than getting more of that fullness, more of that fucking, more of that giant hardness stretching me. And then with slow and steady pressure Daddy pulled the giant tool out of my hole in own smooth motion. As the giant head entered the outer chamber of my ass he pulled harder, and my world exploded into stars and I yelled “Fuuuuuck” as the giant head pulled my asslips out into a giant rosebud. Mark said nothing, put the toy down, lit a cigarette, and turned his eyes to the porn on screen.

Mark’s teeth bit into my nipple while his hand pushed the big red anal bead into my hole. Pain and pleasure mixed in my head—the booty bump he had given me earlier made me feel like I needed his abuse. I craved this roughness. “I am gonna get real nasty with you,” he said in a low voice in my ear. “Leave your hole open and dripping wet.” At that exact moment I felt the big bead slide in, its coating of crisco smoothing the way, although the rough leather cord holding the beads together always hurt a bit. A sharp cry escaped my mouth, and at first I felt two full—the two big beads stretching my hole too much too fast. But then the feeling changed, as it always seemed to, into one of intense pleasure and I moaned, already craving more. Mark was the man who was training my hole, molding into the shape and size he wanted. We had met on a chat line—one of those now crazy-seeming, pre-internet ways I met guys to hook up with in the late 1990s. His voice had come on the line, a slight hint of Southern-good-old-boy in his voice, I said I was a total bottom, and did he like to use toys? His response was that he loved to use toys on bottom boys. And that he did. I was in my mid-20s then, 5’7”, a bit of a Twink, with dark blonde hair, decent body but no six pack. A flat skinny ass that Daddy loved to shave at the start of our sessions. Right after the first bump and then the series of deep enemas he gave me to get me ready for him. He was probably in his late 40s then, decent body that he didn’t work out. He was trim. Sort of a classic thinner dad bod. Dark brown hair in a conservative cut for his law firm job. Not a lot of body hair to begin with and he kept his cock and balls hairless. To be honest his cock was average, probably 7 inches hard. As a major size queen, it really didn’t turn me on. But Mark did turn me on. I loved how when I arrived at his door, usually late at night high on Tina and X from a night out, he made me strip in his living room and get on my knees and suck his cock. He always smelled of cigarettes and stale sweat and beer. His asshole, which he always demanded I worship during breaks in holeplay, tasted exciting and musty. I loved the feeling of submission I got from worshiping his asshole with my tongue. He bit my nipple again, and I felt him push the third bead against my hole, the rough leather cording hurting a bit. “Take a hit of poppers,” he said, “Let it in,”as he began to push hard. I took a big hit, holding it in and then letting it out in a rush. The third bead slowly began to push in, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me as my mind spun from the poppers. I felt my hole stretched hard, the other two beads shifting, trying to make space for this third one that my sir wanted to put in me. I struggled and moaned, but Mark just continued to press. The third one was always difficult, and sometimes just wouldn’t fit. It was one of the things I loved about Mark, his ability to make me ride the line between pain and pleasure. By this point we had got together maybe three times, but somehow he knew what I craved. He knew I craved the pain of a rough stretch but he never pushed it so hard it actually caused damage. The bead reached its widest point, and Mark gave it a harder push. It wouldn’t go in, but he kept it in position, making my hole accommodate the widest stretch possible. He bit my nipple again. “Open that hole boy,” he growled in my ear, “I want to take you deep.” The problem of the third bead was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least one of the other two beads, then the third one would never go in. His obsession with deep play scared me, to be honest, but on my way to his place in a cab I always vowed to be a good boy, to do what he demanded, to let him take my hole. At this point, my hole was feeling the pain a bit more than the pleasure. The rough leather cord, so exciting a minute before, was starting to hurt. Mark saw the change, and let the third ball pop out. “Keep those other two in boy,” he said, “Let daddy stretch you out.” He lay back to watch the fisting porn playing on the screen in his dimly lit bedroom while reaching for a cigarette. I knew I was expected to keep the balls in, but it was difficult. As I started to whine, Mark said, “Keep them in. In a few second you are going to be begging me for more.” And so I did I was told and kept the big beads inside. As I turned my attention ti the big dildos being used on the muscly bottom on screen, I began to feel the fullness as pleasure, and I put my legs up higher, exposing my hole more directly. It never failed, once I was relaxed and saw what was happening on screen I always begin to crave it again. I knew it was partially the Tina, but it was also me. Mark freed my need for submission, made me want to be hurt, to feel the pain and pleasure of my hole being stretched. “See pig,” Mark smirked, blowing cigarette smoke in my face, “I know just what my boy needs.” “Please sir, “ I begged, “use my hole.” Mark looked cross, and said “Not know, bitch, let me finish my cigarette.” He lay back, lightly stroking his meat, while watching the moaning bottom on screen get railed with a big toy. I lay beside him, fingers now moving around my hole, dipping into its greasy depths a bit. I knew better than to ask again, for if I did, he would slap me hard across the face for not listening, and then he would make me wait for a long time before he used my hole. While I wanted the abuse, I also needed my hole used while I was riding this high. So I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was here to be used in Mark’s way, on Mark’s time. If I wasn’t so honey I would be apprehensive—for when he pulled hard and removed the beads I was going to get quite a ride. It always was, and I always wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, reveling in the feeling of the beads in my hole. I spread my legs wide, my body saying “fuck me.” And at that moment my master hole stretcher pounced. His teeth bit hard on my nipple as his hand yanked on the cord. There was a moment of equilibrium, when he pulled and the muscles in my ass resisted, but then it happened, the beads began their explosive way out of my ass. The feeling was indescribable, it definitely hurt but strangely it felt wonderful as the rough cord and huge rubber balls made their way out of my anal cavity. He was not being gentle today and just pulled hard until I saw stars and the first bead came out. I moaned loudly, expecting a break, but today there would be no rest—Mark wanted the second bead and my ass would give it. He continued to pull hard until I was panting and morning suddenly felt my insides turn out as the second ball was expelled. I lay back, legs still spread wide and asshole up, panting and feeling the delayed reaction as the nerve signals from my ass reached my head. I closed my eyes, expecting the usual minute of rest, when I felt Mark’s hands at my hole. Suddenly, something long and somewhat thin and ribbed was shoved hard up my hole. My eyes shot open in surprise as I felt the first of the little beads on the dildo enter my second hole. “You will open for me,” Mark said, “I will take you deep” as he pushed the beaded dildo home. By this point, I was gasping, my mind a jumble of pain and pleasure signals. It was the somewhat long, very stiff, pretty thin black beaded dildo he had just shoved in me. And it hurt. “Take a hit of poppers boy,” Mark said, “And get used to that feeling. That part of your hole is mine.” I did as instructed, and in seconds the deep dildo felt great. Now Mark was fucking me with it, gently taking the beaded diodo out of that deep place and putting it back, teaching me to crave attention in that space. He gave me a long final fuck, and shoved it home hard again. A low whine escaped my lips, and as my mouth opened, his tabaco-scented mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing half way down my throat. Only Mark could violate my mouth and ass at the same time and make it feel so right. He lay back and lit another cigarette. When we were partying, he smoked like a fiend. And while I normally didn’t like cigarettes, somehow it was associated with our sleazy sex and through the drug haze, was hot. I started to come down from the poppers and put my legs down. Again, watching the screen where a top was elbow fisting a boy in a sling. “You will get there, pig,” Mark said, as he leaned back, pointing at the screen. We relaxed this way for a bit. Sometimes my hole would throb around the beaded dildo and start to hurt. Then my hole would relax and the deep, deep, craving would come as I watched the fisting on screen. After about 10 minutes Mark reached over and I put my legs up, giving him access to my hole. He began gently fucking me with the beaded dildo again, working especially on that inner ring. He fucked me slow for a few minutes while I did poppers. After my second hit, he pushed the dildo in all the way, paused a moment, and in one hard yank pulled the beaded dildo out of my second hole and all the way out. It was the most pain he had ever caused me and I cried out. My hole was on fire as he had pulled my insides out. I started to whine, “You hurt me.” At that moment his whole hand entered my hole and his fingers began pushing and toying with my second ring. I felt a familiar burn as he deposited a huge booty bump from the inside of his palm. His fingers pushing most of it into my deeper place. Now my hole really was on fire. Within seconds the burning fire was replaced with the beginnings of another fire, that need to have my hole destroyed. He toyed with my inner ring for a minute, pushing one then two fingers in, and then quickly yanked his hand out. I lay back, panting, my body and my mind a jumble. To say I was turned on would be a massive understatement.I I was beginning to feel my world compress. My hole was taking over—it was the largest booty bump I had ever done, and Mark had used it to sooth the pain of the roughest fuck he had ever given me. He leaned back and smirked at me. “Feel good now?” My mind was a jumble, my heart racing, and the pleasure and need kept rising. I didn’t know it, but a booty bump got the Tina into my bloodstream just a fraction less quickly than injecting it. And my daddy had just given me a huge bump. My legs rose and my fingers began playing with my hole. “Want more do you, you little slut? Let’s take a little break while that warms you up for me,” he said, reaching for yet another smoke. “I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your hole.” He leaned back, ignoring me and focusing on the porn, a VHS tape onto which I had copied all of the Director ‘s cuts fisting scenes. I lay there, feeling the need in my hole continue to grow. Daddy had made a statement with that series of pain and pleasure moments. And that statement was that I was in his bed to get fucked deep. My fear of that was evaporating, as his masterful opening of my inner ring—and filling it with something guaranteed to make my inner hole crave it—began to take over. We lay there for a few moments, my desire to be filled growing more and more, and without even thinking, I began to beg. The video ended and the room got darker. I was so lost in my need I moved my head to his cock and began to suck, begging to be fucked. He moved his balls aside, indicating I should serve his asshole. As I did my ass rose as my desire to be used by him became overwhelming. He pulled me up and pushed me down beside me, filling my mouth with his tongue. And then I felt something big beginning to be pushed into my hole. I didn’t know what it was, only that I felt like a big plug, I struggled a bit with it and took a hit of poppers and it slid in. It felt like a plug but wasn’t, there was no base. He lay back and said nothing. I was too lost in the feelings of ecstasy to focus and just kept my hands on my nipples. A few minutes later Mark began to push again. This time what felt like an even bigger plug began to fill my ass. It felt huge and I struggled and panted. I huffed on the poppers and breathed deeply and suddenly my inner ring was stretched and then second plug went in while the first pass into my inner ring. I was know more open, more full, and fucked deeper than I had ever been. I panted and groaned and Mark just bit my nipple. I could have put my hands down to feel the toy, but I was too lost in ecstasy. All I knew was that this toy kept getting bigger. I felt incredibly stretched and full. And hornier than ever. “What is this toy?” I asked. “I thought the giant inflatable toy broke?” “It did,” Mark smirked, “Just enjoy this and you can see the toy when I am done.” I lay back, my mind a jumble of pleasure. The feeling of fullness was so complete, the room was quite dark now without the porn on screen, that I really just did what I needed to do: I enjoyed the feeling. I must have lain there with my legs up and my guts stuffed full for 10 minutes. Mark smoked another cigarette, then finally noticed the porn was off and went to put in another VHS tape. He lay down beside me on the bed and reached over and kissed me. As he did, he took the poppers from my hand. “No poppers now,” he said, “just breathe while I fuck your ass.” His fingers toyed at the entrance to my hole. It was stuffed so full he couldn’t get his fingers in, although he certainly tried. Suddenly, I felt a gentle pressure as he grasped the handle and began to push. I had taken big toys many times before. In fact, I could take a giant-headed dildo all the way deep, much deeper than a fist. But it was nothing like the feeling I felt now. He pushed very slowly and I groaned deep. It felt like he was driving a truck up my ass. Each of my rings began to stretch at the same time—the inner smaller plug going deeper in me than it felt like anything had ever gone, the second bigger plug stretching my second ring wider than it had ever been stretched, and my assring pulled so tight I feared it would pop. “Breathe boy, breathe deep,” he growled, “Let me take your ass and make it mine.” He kept up a slow and steady pressure (he really did now just how hard to push me) and slowly, agonizingly, the toy began it slow entrance. When it got to the widest part he stopped it, holding my each of the rings of my assrings gaping open at the widest point. I grunted. He leaned in an whispered in my ear, “That’s how I fuck my bitch,” and then he pushed it home. The feeling was incredible. I was moaning and panting, literally his bitch in heat. At that moment I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do just to feel that incredible feeling again. Every big cock or big toy that had fucked me before faded away: this was my purpose. To be deep fucked by him. After I lay like this a few minutes, him whispering dirty talk about opening me up and fucking me deep, the feeling changed again. I was no longer too full. I needed more. This time, I actually reached down and felt the toy. It wasn’t all in side of me. After that last plug there was a short length of thick silicone before a wide flat flat and then a rigdged flat handle. My eyes went wide, and he said, “Yes, you have the entire big Manrammer in your pussy. And I see you want more,” he grinned. He reached down and slowly, slowly, pushed it the rest of the way in. He paused and I just begged, “Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Get used to that a second, and then we will see if I can fuck you with it,” he said, reaching again for his cigarettes. I lay there beside him still panting and squirming. After his cigarette was done, he reached down and I felt a burn. He had given me another small booty bump around the edges of the dildo! He started biting my nipples and slowly pushed and pulled on the dildo. It wouldn’t move much. I was begging him to fuck me with it, asking him to use my hole but it would only move a little. Even that felt incredible, but there was no way he was going to get much in and out motion—it was just too deep and too tight. It was my first deep fuck and I should have been proud. I was, but that deep need he had opened in my wanted more. After probably 20 minutes with it buried to the hilt, he gave me the poppers back and very slowly pulled the toy out. My body helped him expel the intruder—and each time the plug got out its widest point he would pause, making me feel the stretch, reminding me that he was the one in control not me. When it was just the final plug inside, he gently fucked my assring with it a few times and then pulled hard and out it popped. I lay there drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. It felt like my asshole had given birth multiple times. My hole hung open, I could feel the cool air of his bedroom, and his fingers toyed with my hole. I expected him to fist me, but instead he just toyed with my asslips, occasionally dipping his fingers inside, each time making me moan. He laid back, light a cigarette, and said, “How’d you like that?”

Ever since taking my first anon load and being called a faggot, I've been eager to try power exchange - being a submissive faggot to a superior man. With that goal in mind, I'd been chatting with someone on grindr who seemed to understand what I was feeling, and what I wanted to try. Given the added context of how much I loved being used anonymously, we both agreed that our first meeting in person would be sight-unseen. I was to show up at his address, enter his home and immediately strip and put on a blindfold. He'd use me sight unseen, and then once finished, would reverse the process, and I'd leave never having seen his face. Risky, perhaps, but horny-brain doesn't necessarily make the smartest decisions. The night I was supposed to show up, I was super nervous, and almost backed out at the last minute. But horniness prevailed, and heart pounding, I went over to his house, entered, stripped, and put on the blindfold. I knelt down on the floor, sweating, nervous, but extremely horny - my dick was rock hard - and I called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps approach, and someone stopped in front of me. "Stand up, faggot" Being called a faggot is like a magic word - my dick jumped upon hearing it. I stood, and was led and placed onto a mattress somewhere, on my back with my head leaning off the side. A cock was pushed up against my mouth - thick, and long enough to hit the back of my throat - and I started sucking. I gagged a few times, but did my best (I need more practice deep throating, clearly). After a few minutes of this, I was turned around so that my ass was off the side of the mattress, and I heard him spit onto his cock, and felt it push against my hole. I struggled a bit, a spit-only fuck wasn't something I had ever done before, but I wanted to please, so I did my best to relax my hole. The eroticism of the situation overrode any initial discomfort I was feeling, though. The feeling of a total strangers raw cock pushing its way inside me is such a turn on. "That's it faggot, take it all in", he said as he bottomed out in me. My dick twitched again. He fucked me for a while like this, before repositioning. He had me climb on top of him, so that I was riding him now, still blindfolded. "Are you a slut?", he asked. "Yes sir, I'm a slut!" "You're a whore, right?", he pressed further. "Yes sir" "You just let any dick in you, huh?" - "Yes sir" "I can have other guys here to fuck you?" - "Yes sir" "Good faggot." I had assumed this was just dirty talk, but then I heard footsteps approaching. Someone else got on the bed, and I felt a second cock pushed up against my lips, which I started sucking. Two cocks in me now was a first for me. This second guy would gag me with his cock when he pushed in deep, and this caused my hole to spasm. After a few rounds of this, the guy I was riding came in me. I felt a surge of emotion as he came inside me and remember thinking very clearly, I am a faggot and this is how it should be - men should use my body for their pleasure. We switched positions to doggy, with me on all fours, and I was now sucking the cock that had just cum in me, and could taste both my ass and also the cum he had just flooded me with. I could tell the second guy was close, as he started fucking me faster and faster. "You want my load, faggot?" - "Yes sir", I said, around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me you fucking want it, faggot!" - "Please cum in me sir, please, I need it" And with that I felt him shooting his load into me. I felt that same high as earlier. Each load deposited into my body was taking me further and further down the path of being a complete faggot - I wanted to please any and all men with my body. My pleasure would be derived only from pleasing other men. As he pulled out, I felt cum start to leak out of my hole, and then fingers scooping it up, and feeding it to me. I licked the fingers clean. "Such a beautiful faggot. I've got plans for you, faggot." - "Yes sir" With that, I was led back to the front of the house, and then told to wait 30 seconds then take the blindfold off and get dressed. I was still hard as a rock, and leaking. When I got home, I jerked off and came within seconds. Getting unexpectedly used by not one, but two anon cocks was such a thrill. I texted the guy with thanks, and found that he'd already texted me with a short video attached. Turns out he'd filmed the entire session - the part he sent me was me saying I was a slut and that I would let any dick in me. I was getting hard again even though I'd just cum - seeing myself used and speaking out loud what I wanted really cemented in my brain the fact that I really am a faggot. We've kept in touch since, and I am eager to be trained to be the best faggot I can be. I'm looking forward to what he has in store for me.

Suddenly, there was a heavy rainstorm. "Listen to that rain!" Ev exclaimed. "I've always thought of rain as nature's way of cleansing things. Right now, it's cleansing my inferior strain, Ev.1 to be replaced by yours and now mine, Wilhelm/Ev 2.0 which is indestructible. At this very moment, it's multiplying and replicating in my bloodstream. Med resistant SUPER AIDS is our Super strain and both you and I will live on through our virus for eternity!" Reaching down, Will caressed Ev's face with bony fingers. "You have a way with words. When you first proposed this, I thought it was merely some perverse, personal pleasure and I indulged you. Listening to your justifications and ramifications has made it much more meaningful and even intimate. If it makes a difference, I'm now just as committed to this as you are. This isn't just fucking for my strain, it's forging a permanent bond between us and as it's my last act, I do it proudly, willingly and yes, lovingly. Had we met years ago I think you'd have become the third man in our relationship and I'm certain Greg would've approved." "Needless to say, I was in lust with Wilhelm, my porn god/idol." Ev confessed. "Granted, it can't last but I find myself falling in love with Wil, the man. Handsome, warm and sweet, I value this time together." "As do I." Will said smiling broadly. "Here I am nearing the end of my life and you come along, bringing joy and happiness. Thanks to you, I don't even need to be comforted. Right now, more than anything, I need to fuck you! Let me get under you!" Ev rolled out of the way, allowing Will to get under him. Looking down, it was Wilhelm's cock throbbing and leaking precum. "You be a lazy top and I'll ride your lethal lance!" He said, impaling his ass on that magnificent cock. It was less than a minute before he was filled. He bounced up and down, feeling every ridge and vein. After the first fuck, it felt like Wilhelm's cock had found a home in his ass. Up and down, up and down! This wasn't his first time as an aggressive bottom but Ev found it enjoyable. There was a brilliant flash of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder. Just then Will's/Wilhelm's cock spasmed as he reached climax. "Aauugghh, take me!" He grunted, as he spewed a second dose of his fatal fluids deep in Ev's ass. To be continued

I lay on the bed in the dark bedroom, my legs half up, my hole front and center. The only light came from the television where a hot Italian from NY wearing scrubs pushed a giant but plug into an angel-faced Twink on a hospital gurney. It was one of my favorite porn scenes, but it barely registered. My mind was a tangle of feelings, fleeting thoughts, and dark desires. I was still high from the booty bumps and the endorphin rush of what my daddy had just done to my hole. I felt the absence of the giant dildo deep in my hole like a newly-discovered phantom limb. It was an ache of something I’d lost, and although it was the first time I’d ever felt it, it felt like the loss of something essential that I needed and that always been with me. Little did I know that Mark had changed me permanently. More than 25 years later I would still remember that feeling and still feel the loss of the dildo from my hole every day, no matter how many other men reached near that spot. When I masturbated, could rarely come without thinking about it. He had found the core of me, stretched it, hurt it, and then healed it with crystal and his raw animal lust. And animal lust was where I was headed, lying in that bed next to Mark. He completely ignored me, engrossed in the action on screen as the top was now wearing long rubber gloves and deep fisting the twink. He stroked his meat with one hand while he smoked a cigarette with the other, adding to the faint haze in the room. He often did this, both giving me a chance to rest but also a chance for the need to grow. Timing a fuck was his special power. After what may have been 15 minutes or 30–by this point my head was well outside time and space— I did pass through the immediate experience. And there it was again—the phantom limb feeling became a need to be fucked again and soon turned into a nearly ravenous hunger for more. As I began touching my ass and playing with my nipples, Mark turned to me. “My bitch is in heat again.” Pointing to his cock, “Thank me with your hot mouth,” he commanded. I crawled between his legs, back arched and ass in the air, my posture begging him to use me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls, using my tongue in a desperate effort to give him pleasure. I cleaned the crisco off his tool, the same crisco that he had used on my ass. It tasted of my ass, his cigarettes, and probably bits of the Tina he used on me. When he was hard, I licked his shaft up and down, my tongue fluttering around his cock head in an effort to please him. He said nothing, just pushed my head down to his asshole while he took up pleasuring his own cock. His asshole still tasted of saliva from my last service maybe an hour ago, mixed with his sweat from the lines of Tina he had done as well as spots of the ubiquitous crisco, which by that point was everywhere on the bed and on our bodies. I cleaned all of it off with my tongue, lightly lapping around his anal ring. Once that was done, I fluted my tongue and darted up his hole, moving it around the inside. He said nothing—daddy never gave praise for me doing what he considered my basic service—but I knew I was doing a good job because he moved his legs up, giving me better access. He was in no rush, slowly jacking his cock while watching fisting porn, enjoying the feeling of a much younger twink worshiping his daddy hole. After what felt like 30 minutes of my serving him, the ravenous need in my hole began to overwhelm me. And that is when I began to really beg him. This was the part he loved, when the hot twink whose hole he commanded, began to work my way up his body, kissing and licking and whispering “Please, sir, please fuck my hole.” I would lick and suck his cock, pleasure his asshole, and then lightly tongue worship his thighs, stomach and nipples. He continued to ignore me, and just pointed at his hole. My tongue dove in deep, the desperation to please him so he would stretch me again overwhelming my endorphin-and-Tina-addled brain. I know it looked obscene. The young twink, dark blonde hair plastered with sweat, face shiny with drops of crisco and beads of sweat, mouth wide open, lips locked onto the older man’s asshole, his twink tongue probing deep as he could in a desperate attempt to give the older man pleasure. I also knew that there was no question who was serving whom here—this wasn’t like the Black top from Baltimore the week before at the bathhouse, who insisted he as the top would eat the pussy he fucked. He wasn’t letting my mouth stray from its deep throating of his cock. Only he, as the man, would enter me. And the next time my mouth was used by him was with his big fingers chocking down my throat me as he slammed his fat 10 inches into my ass over and over. No, this was more depraved and turned me on more. This was me deep cleaning the orifice my daddy used to expel waste. It was always clean—the most Mark was into scat was the obvious degradation I felt expelling the many, many enemas he gave me to start out the night on the toilet in front of him. But the implication was in the background of why he loved to make me serve him: I served as my daddy’s whore, my mouth cleaning the orifices he used to piss and shit. After another long round of even more enthusiastic tongue worship of his ass, my tongue going as deep as I could, he finally spoke. “Turn around and show me that hole,” he commanded. I eagerly got into position, my head down on the bed, legs spread wide, back arched and ass up. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart showing Mark his latest handwork. Immediately I felt his fingers roughly enter me, toying and playing, sawing in and out. I let out a low whine and backed up, body writhing in pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I heard him say, “I’ve got you all warmed up now.” I just moaned and tried to take more of his fingers into my now nearly flaming pussy. I then felt him take his cock and roughly ram it into my hole. I started to lose balance so I took my hands away from my asscheeks and used them to steady myself on the bed. “Special treat for you now,” he said darkly, and that’s when I felt his warm chempiss squirting against the inside of my hole. Almost immediately the familiar warmth and tingle of the Tina-saturated liquid began to take me higher. The pleasure was so intense I started to wiggle and moan. Then I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “Stay still cunt, don’t you lose a drop of my hot piss,” Daddy commanded, “Keep that stomach down so it can get deep inside you.” I pushed my stomach down and immediately the piss flowed into my inner ring, which felt much more open after his deep intense toy fuck. His piss was going much deeper than it ever had before. The warmth and tingling brought incredible pleasure, and the hunger to be used, already intense, took on a darker dimension. All I could think about was my hole and having it used and abused. I didn’t care how stretched open he made it, I just wanted it destroyed. Daddy finished with a satisfied grunt, and I felt him push a medium-sized plug in. The plug slid in easily, its diameter much smaller than what had been in there not long before. “Gonna have to get you a bigger one, you hungry hole,” I head Daddy say, “Pussy is getting too loose for that one.” I started to turn to lie on the bed when I felt him deliver a super hard slap on my ass. I startled and my hole clamped like a vise around the ring of the diodo. “Stay still, bitch, and let that all get deep inside you,” he commanded, “You don’t move until I say so.” Mark leaned back, stroking his meat, and started watching porn. He stuck one foot out, his toes toying with my Tina shriveled cock and balls, occasionally pressing hard against the plug lodged in my ass. I put my head and stomach down, ass up, and waited.

Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.

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

I had been playing with my hole for a while this Sunday when my dildo no longer felt like enough. I needed a real dick in my hole. My last hookup was anon and it awakened something inside me. Not seeing but feeling the person fucking me heightened all my senses. Even thinking about it now makes my skin tingle. So I posted a quick ad looking for some ass up anon fun in my small nyc Apt. Soon I had messages from several guys but one really stood out. He and his boyfriend wanted to swing by and tag team me. Without even thinking I accepted telling them that it’s always been my fantasy. Within 30 min I was naked with a blindfold on, ass up and waiting for them to show up. I heard the door open but I lost track of them as soon as it closed. Soon I heard the sound of u buckling right in front of my mouth, instinctively I opened my mouth yearning to taste them. ”No!” He pushed me back “Not yet. I want to have some fun with you.” God all my inhibitions melted away and I just wanted to be used. They had me suck on his balls and really taste their ripeness. I was in heaven. Suddenly I felt something feeling me up behind me. His boyfriend. It was too much I couldn’t follow I was already in my own little world. However I was snapped out of it once he grabbed my head and forced it down on his erect cock. I choked on it, dripping spit everywhere. He didn’t need to say it, I knew he was lubing himself up for the main event. He pushed my head away , grabbed my hips and lined my ass up. I was too tight. He kept pushing until I gave in a little bit and then he started to plow away. Fuck yes. Feeling his balls slap against my ass felt incredible. I also felt the presence of his boyfriend in front of my face. I knew what to do, I opened up and started serving him too. I didn’t know what to do. I just opened up my holes and finally became the faggot I was born to be. His boyfriend was rock hard and wanted a turn. They shoved my body around and they continued where the last person had started. In the moment I didn’t even realize I was doing ass to mouth, but I didn’t care anymore. this kept going for a bit before the first person shot into my throat. Honestly I love the taste of cum so I didn’t mind not getting it in my ass. His boyfriend also fed me his cock to finish but he was rougher. Much rougher. It was hard to taste his cum since some vomit had come up from how deep he kept fucking me. once he came, I was left on my back, face dripping with cum, stretched out hole and with a new favorite way to get breed. I really hope we can do it again. He wants to take me to a gh and get more people to use me hopefully.

Thie following story is fictitious with a mix of fantasy and a smattering of actual events. It is an elaboration of a story I read years ago but I have personalized it. It combines the passion of two men having passionate sex with the mechanism of the ultimate bonding. I’m on my back in the dirt, my shorts off, my legs up in the air and the black guy I just cruised in the park with the huge dick is pumping my ass like he is possessed. I have no idea if he is poz or not. We never discussed condoms or status and I was just happy that his raw dick is going balls deep into my negative ass. I quickly forgot about the risks when I first saw his penis, as all I thought about was how good it would feel inside me. But tonight is different, as that unbeknownst to me that BBC inside me is going to spew a toxic load into my tender ass and start my conversion. When I first spotted him on the trail I thought he might just be a good-looking guy on the down low looking for a blow job. But after I sucked his cock for a while I stood up and reached over to kiss him. To my surprise he reciprocated with his tongue exploring my mouth as our lips locked passionately. I was soon back on my knees sucking him deeply thinking about how perfect his beautiful 8” fat dick would feel fucking me. As I continued to suck his huge cock, I looked up and asked if he would fuck me. He smiled and nodded yes. I took my shorts off and got on my back on the ground, legs up. I wet my ass with my spit, hit my poppers to relax my hole as he began to open me up. I was still too dry so I sat up and slobbered my mouth over his dick to wet it as much as possible. I laid back down and he began sliding deeper inside me. As he fucked me I was in ecstasy. His dick felt so much a part of me as his fucking became, harder and more intense. I’m not poz yet, but I am now seconds away from infection and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. All the efforts of him ramming his cock into my ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert me has started. His prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begins to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to the mucus membranes in my shit chute. I know the feeling of a cock swelling for orgasm and I can feel it getting bigger inside me as the tube inside his fills with that potentially lethal mix. Every thrust of his cock goes deeper. It doesn’t hurt but the pressure is intense as he penetrates my second hole. I told him how good it felt and how I wanted his nut inside me. His breathing is getting more rapid and he begins groaning with his thrusts deeper and more violent as we both enjoy the feel of his ever more engorged cock. His tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives but they will only die in the dark dank reaches of my queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well, most of them carrying the virus that will soon infect my body. Suddenly he shouts FUCK!, and moves into the next phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start swiftly moving toward his cock head. His jizz is near his hard tapered cockhead and the state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching his glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. He’s groaning louder and kissing me deep as I feel is dick expanding further. His work is nearly done as the tensing of those cock control systems expel the shot with great force, as much as 80 miles per hour. All I know is that I’m enjoying a great fuck and I know this incredibly hot black man is about to explode into my willing ass. The HIV rich semen has been launched and will soon be residing in my ass. Now the filthy load is out of the tip of his cock and free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat and it hits me. The virus is now mine; it is in my ass. I can’t say I actually feel his fluids shooting in me, but I am experiencing a fullness that is overwhelming…His semen is filling me as he continues to spasm and shooting his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole increasing the points of contact giving the virus more opportunities to infect me as wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. The deed is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, and his cock begins to soften. He has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into my ass and then smeared it for maximum effect. Finally, he withdraws, and it is now up to the virus and the receptiveness of my ass. The brutal fucking damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of my ass-cunt and my body is ready to accept its fate. The infection begins. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside me begins offloading its passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in my shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump I take, but the HIV causing virus is very happy as my warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of my rectum make it easy to move in and they begin gathering together, replicating and preparing to wage a war on my immune system. A war they will win. A few months later I will get that test result I was not expecting. But for now, I have no idea that the war was started, all I know is that I’m lying in the dirt, cum in my ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a matter of days until the war has been won and I’m HIV+. I had no clue what has just happened. I have just been pozzed.

So, i am super excited about this and i have no one to tell. So i am telling you guys. i am in a BDSm thing with the most incredible Guy. He owns me. Anyway, He’s just said that He won’t ever use condoms with me again. i am so excited.

My partner caught me off guard last night saying he had a 'surprise' for me last night. I was fraught with work and wasn't really in the mood at the time. But he persisted. I decided to fuck work and prepare for this adventure. The next thing I know this guy about half our age shows up at our house in a jock strap and I swear his BBC was at LEAST 7 inches...soft...and it filled up a jock strap all the way down. My bf (a total top) asked him where he even hides that in his pants lol. We then proceed to do all the 3some things and then our partner asks me to ride our friends' cock. Now this got me scared! He was exceptionally thick AND long! It took me about 5 minutes to get him about 70% inside my ass. Once I did, it was PURE heaven! Until...he pressed the last inch or so of his 9.5 rock hard cock to that LAST spot inside! It honestly hurt...I later realized he was hitting my second hole inside. I've never felt that before! But both of them absolutely LOVED watching me struggle! After I felt his ROCK hard cock spasm inside me and shoot his load, I said I have GOT to get back to work! About 10 minutes later, he walked into my office and said...I need to show you something...come back to the bedroom...where he proceeded to fuck the HELL out of me another time! Yet again...I decided work could wait so the 3 of us decided to sleep naked in bed together. In the morning, I thought his ARM was caressing my cheeks but it was his ROCK hard, THICK cock, ready for more! It just so happened that the bf went to the bathroom to pee at this time and then our friend proceeded to press his HUGE cock into my ass again! This took another few minutes of me struggling and then the bf walked in on us with half our friend inside me 😎....he came a 3rd time inside me....and then there was this morning, about 5 hours later. I got up to get ready for the day and, all of the sudden, I control myself and...I swear about a half cup of cum came running down my legs inside my jeans! I have NEVER experiences that sort of opening, cum inside experience ever before but can't WAIT for it to happen again! 😁 What are your stories? 🐖

Love the idea of a faggot being choked as it is being impaled. Being told that it is about to receive the gift of poz seed at the last moment and blacking out at the moment it feels the man shooting his huge load inside. The last thought would be wondering if it will ever wake up again and that even if it did, it's days are numbered and it will forever be a pozzed up and diseased hole for others to use.

As He fucked me against a wall He whispered into my ear “This is your purpose in life; to be a hole for real men.”

I second this advice. The body generates pain for a reason, to let us know that something is wrong. The tissues and structures around the anus are vulnerable to injury, and the types of injury that can result from taking cock, and especially oversized intrusion, can be a matter to be taken seriously. Anal fissure comes to mind. Also, numbing the discomfort resulting from the emergence of an STD infection will not cure the ailment, it will just make you less aware of the need to have it treated. If something doesn’t feel right down there, it’s always best to know exactly what the issue is, and deal with it specifically, rather than just trying to use some generic cure-all and hope for the best.

I think what the OP meant was, he wants to stock up on useful antibiotics while he's in Mexico (and they're much more often available without a prescription) to bring back to the US for use as emergency PEP, etc., not that he needs antibiotics for what he's doing in Mexico.

Speaking as someone on the outside: the moderators (as you note, all unpaid volunteers) don't have time to read every post on this site. They rely, therefore, on the reports of other users as to problematic content. So if an alert user notices post A that violates the rules, but doesn't happen across post B, A is going to get removed (and possibly a penalty levied), and B is not. That's not because the mods are playing favorites for B. Another point is that the rules have changed, over time - discussion of deliberate pozzing and bug chasing, for instance, is now restricted to the Backroom areas, whereas at one point, some years ago, it was not. It wasn't practical, when the rules changed, to go through tens or hundreds of thousands of posts on this site looking for anything that might break the new rules, and it would have necessitated moving a huge percentage of existing threads into the backroom even if the thread topic itself was fine for the main areas. A related issue is that when the site was laid out, the Health Forum included a huge number of topics about why people bareback, why people take the risk, etc. - but that was long before PrEP and when serosorting was the only option for lowering (but by no means eliminating) risk while barebacking. Barebacking, itself, is no longer highly dangerous *if* one is on PrEP, and so all the people boasting about how much better raw feels, how they're raw sluts who won't take condoms, etc. have zero to do with health at all. Ideally, they'd all be moved to another section of the forum so that "Health" would be about "Health" and people wouldn't be inspired to create off-topic threads there. That's the nature of change, both in real-world circumstances and in online rules. Roll with the punches as best you can.

Chaper 51: Pozzed Well it wasn't me, but the boy that we met at the campground with his Sir sent me a message saying that he had converted. He seemed so happy and I was happy for him. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to be like him. He asked if I was still on Prep and I said yes. He said he'd love to blow his toxic load in me even though I was. We had made an amazing friendship at the campground and I was confident that after we got together again with my dad and his Sir, I would make my final decision. I suggested that the 4 of us get together at the campground again, and he said his Sir would contact my dad to set it up. My dad told mom that he had planned another bonding weekend, and this time it was an amusement park. Of course that was the "amusement park" at the campground! We met for friend and his Sir there, and his Sir suggested the boys take one cabin, and my dad and him take the other. My friend was smart and told his Sir that I was still on the fence about becoming poz, and he was confident that he could convince me to go off of it. We retreated to our cabins and immediately stripped and I began to hug and kiss my friend, congratulating him on becoming poz. He told me the conversion was tough with the fuck flu that lasted a week. He continued by saying his dad helped him through it though. I asked him how, and his dad constantly filled him with his seed. He said his dad was different now though. He wasn't just getting fucked, but his dad was making love to him during conversion. I told him that my dad had taught him the difference between the two, and I loved it both ways. My friend said his dad was still a pig though, as after he was over the fuck flu, his dad had another group session with his poz friends that were at his conversion party, plus a few more. Both of our cocks were rock hard now, and my friend said let's have sex. I agreed and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, or make love to me? I said why not both? Our first session was a wild fuck fest with plenty of verbal poz talk. We didn't even have time to set up the sling, but we had sex throughout the cabin. My friend told me for this session, i was to refer to him as Sir and as such he would address me however he wished We fucked in the kitchen, over the counter and on the table. We fucked on the sofa and ended up in the bed. I suspected that we were moving around so that my friend could edge in me to make it a much longer session. There was nothing romantic about this round of sex, in fact the poz talk was even more intense than the role play my dad and I had. Once he had shot his toxic load in me, he plugged my ass, and we cuddled and kissed in the bed. His first words were my toxic seed will now grow in you, and you will be mine forever. These are the exact words I knew my dad would say when and if he converted me.

In women who get a vaginal chlamydia infection, a subsequent rectal infection sometimes occurs due to secretions passing between the two orifices. Studies suggest that the incidence of rectal-to-urethral coinfection in men is less common. That is to say, not impossible, but not guaranteed. Chlamydia does not infect the reproductive tract via an internal route from the rectum to the urethra; it would have to make the transition between orifices. This can occur manually - our hands go lots of places. One common complication of chlamydia is a conjunctival coinfection, where the infection is transferred to the eye by a contaminated hand. Your rectal chlamydia isn’t automatically going to infect your cum from the inside of you and shoot into someone you fuck. The risk, rather, is that you will secrete infected fluid from your rectum in the course of sex, it gets on your cock, and you then insert it into your partner. Sex, as you may have noticed, is messy. The treatment for chlamydia is simple and of relatively short duration. Get it dealt with, abstain for the brief time required to be safe, and then get back in the saddle.

This is so hot ! It really does something to us admitting what we are on camera. Some years ago, one night, an algerian dad who used to fuck me hard, made me drink a lot then fucked my mouth. I was so drunk I let him film me with his mobile phone. At one point he pulled my hair and ordered me to look into the camera and tell him what I was. I said something like I m a fag for muslim cock or something like that. I never saw the video but it s out there. This alone freed me in a way. It s like liberating to know someone has this power on you.

This is my first story. Please be kind. Work had been crazy, so with things finally slowing down I decided to take a couple of weeks off during the holidays. Since I hadn’t been home in years I finally caved into my mom and booked a ticket to see her. A little about me. I just turned 30, but look younger. I’m 5’6”, brown hair, green eyes. I’m nothing special just average. I’m more bottom, oh who am I kidding I’m a total bottom. I hate topping my cock is just way to small. But if I’m honest I really haven’t been with anyone in way too long. The last couple of times I bottomed it just wasn’t that enjoyable. I always got fucked safe, had a few tops want to breed me but I was too scared and demanded they suit up. So here I was at my moms hoping to enjoy a few weeks of peace and quiet when she informs me that she’s volunteered my services to help her neighbors son clean out his dad’s house. The next morning I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for someone I’d never met to let me in so I could get this over with. Imagine my surprise when this fucking god of a man opened the door. He was easily over 6’ dark blue eyes, closely trimmed beard, hair sticking out from the collar of his white T-shirt that looked like it had been painted on. I guessed he was somewhere in his 50s and damn I was in love. I have a thing for hot hairy daddies. I was staring at him, my mouth on the floor. “Hi there son, can I help you?” “Um sorry, I’m Chad. My mom volunteered me to help you clean out your house.” “Of course, come on in. I’m Max” he said as he stuck his hand out to me. Oh fuck I was in so much trouble. He closed the door behind me and proceeded to explain that his dad had recently passed away but he’d been putting off cleaning out the house. “I really appreciate this Chad. I’m sure you’d much rather be spending time with your wife or girlfriend.” “Nope, totally single and it sure as hell wouldn’t be with a woman if I was with someone.” OMG I can’t believe I just said that. He got this big grin on his handsome face. “Good to know”. We worked side by side for a couple of hours and made small talk. Him mostly asking about my life in the city. We’d both worked up quite a sweat so during a break he took his T-shirt off and started to use it to dry off his chest. He had few tats on his upper arm and a scorpion on his hip. I could feel my little cock starting to chub up. He caught me staring and asked if liked what I saw. “You’re gorgeous Sir.” Sir where the fuck did that come. He dropped his shirt and started to play with his nipples. “Why don’t you come over here son and help daddy out.” Next thing I knew I was standing in front of him. I placed one of my hands on his chest while he took my other hand and placed it on his hard cock through his pants. I leaned into him to smell his musky odor and sighed. I heard him chuckle “you like daddy’s smell son?” “Yes sir!” He grabbed my face and pushed me towards his sweaty pit. He raised his arm and I buried my face licking his pit clean. “Damn my boy’s a pig. Clean the other one too.” After a few minutes he pulled me out of his pits and pressed on my shoulders to get me on my knees. I was now face to face with his very tight bulge, he didn’t appear to be wearing underwear so there was a rather large wet spot on his jeans. He grinned down at me at said “what you waiting for son, take it out and start sucking.” I quickly unzipped his pants and the most beautiful 8” cock jumped out to meet me. It was dripping with precum. I couldn’t wait to taste him. I started sucking on his dick taking him in as far as I could. I started chocking a bit so he pulled out so I could breathe. “Get him nice and wet boy, the only lube you’re getting is my precum and your spit.” Oh fuck I was in so much trouble.

A Graduation Gift for My Little Brother Part I (This first part starts out slow but hang with me and I guarantee it'll get hotter and more fun! I'm setting the stage with this initial part. Thanks men. I hope you enjoy!) I sat on the edge of the king-size bed in the hotel room, working on my third beer since checking in barely an hour ago. The room was nice (it better have been for the price they charged for one night!). But then again it WAS one of the newer hotels for a well-known franchise so I was fine with the cost. The room was clean, had a huge shower/bathtub/jacuzzi combination in the bathroom. There was a fully-stocked bar with beer, liquor and mixers. Besides the wide-screen TV there was also a DVD player, currently playing a very verbal gay bareback video I had brought with me – one of a number I had brought from my collection at home. Yes, everything seemed to be set up just right. I was only waiting for my little brother, Chad, to get there. I looked at the digital clock on the night table once again and saw it was a few minutes before 8:00 P.M. I had texted him the room number and told him to show up around 8 so he should be here any minute I was hoping. Chad is 22 years old, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a contagious smile. He's 6' exactly (just a couple inches shorter than me) and has a tight muscled body from his years playing football in high school and then spending the last 3 years on the college gymnastics team. He graduated two weeks ago with a double major and tonight we were going to celebrate that achievement. Looking at the raunchy scene on the DVD I took a drag on the weed I was smoking and began to stroke myself as I thought of just how we were going to celebrate. There wasn't any cake. There weren't any presents to unwrap. But the hotel was supplying all the booze we would want all night, I had plenty of weed to get us both high and horny and the porn would be playing non-stop. We were going to be up all night doing everything two men can do to pleasure each other. And Chad was more than okay with all of that. You see we had been “having fun” together since he graduated high school four years ago. He was 18 at the time and I was 24. I had been married for almost two years. I loved my wife (and still do) and we were happy together. And our sex life was fantastic! I was totally satisfied and totally straight. My wife was out of town on business for a few days so I decided to invite Chad to our place for the weekend to help him celebrate being done with high school. He showed up early that Friday night with a case of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He never told me how he got it and I never asked! Lol For my part I supplied more liquor. We both knew the other one liked to drink and we were prepared. We started drinking right off and sat around for a while just bs'ing and talking about his plans for college, my new job, etc. We were both on our 3rd drink when Chad pulled a rolled up reefer from his shirt pocket. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows questioningly and he flashed that smile at me and said, “Do you mind, big Bro? Have you ever done it?” I took a deep drink from my glass and told him that I had done it 2 or 3 times before but it was before I got married. “Did you like it?”, he asked as he pulled a lighter from his pants and flicked it to life. “How'd it make you feel?” “Yeah,” I answered. “I remember kinda liking it. It gave me a nice buzz.” I watched silently as Chad brought the flame to the end of the joint and took a big drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for what seemed a long time before exhaling and blowing the cloud in my direction. The room and my nostrils were filled with the sweet acrid smell of the marijuana. Looking steadily at me and still smiling Chad said, “Oh yeah it gives me a damn nice buzz too! And it always makes me horny as hell! Did it make you horny, Lance?” I felt something stir in my mind but couldn't identify what. But what I was aware of is that I felt nervous and uncomfortable hearing Chad's question. He repeated his question in a lower voice when I didn't answer at first. “Well, yeah, I think it did. Maybe a little. I don't remember...it was years ago,” I answered. Chad scooted closer to me on the couch and held the joint out to me. “Let's find out for sure big Bro. Now. Here take a couple hits off this and see how it makes you feel. This is some of the best I've ever had and it kicks ass!” I hesitated then said, “I don't know man. Jess wouldn't like us doing it here in the house.” “Dude she's gone until Tuesday. She won't have a clue. C'mon, celebrate with me,” he insisted pressing the tip against my dry lips. Not really realizing I was doing it, I opened my lips and he slid the tip in. I watched as he put the flame from the lighter to the other end and it began to burn and smoke. “Hit it, Bro!” he said. “Suck that smoke in!” I closed my eyes and began inhaling as Chad continued encouraging me. “Yeah, Bro, that's it. Let's drink and smoke and get high and horny! Help your little bro celebrate!” I loved Chad. I always had and I wanted him to have a great time. Hearing his words, knowing I wanted to please him, and taking a second hit off the joint, it was only moments until I felt the electricity of the buzz running through my brain. My mind and my body relaxed as I rode the feeling. Chad noticed and as he slid the joint from between my lips he said, “Oh yeah, big Bro! You're feeling it aren't you? Feeling that sweet high, huh?!” I opened my eyes to see Chad right next to me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back at him and said, “You know it man! Damn I am flying! You weren't lying when you said it was some potent sh*t!” “I know,” he replied eagerly. “I knew you'd like it. And what else big Bro? Is it making you horny?” He grinned at me with a cunning look on his face. I reached down to my crotch and squeezed my growing bulge through my pants, fully aware Chad was watching me do it. “Oh yeah! It sure as hell is. Damn! I wish Jess was here! I need to get off!” I grinned again at Chad as I said this and realized that in some way I LIKED that he was watching me play with my cock through my shorts. And I became aware that he was groping himself too, and I was watching him. Chad lit the joint again and gave it to me. With no hesitation this time I took two more hits and handed it back to him. “You know big Bro you don't need Jess here to get you off.” “Whaddya mean dude?” I slurred in my increasingly high state. Chad looked at me intently for a moment or two then said, “I'm bi, big Bro. And right now there's nothing more I want to do than suck you off and drain you dry.” That sobered me up quite a bit real fast. “What?! You're bi? And you want to suck my dick?! Fuck dude we're brothers! That's just wrong and pe*vy!” Still, I made no move to stop him when he replaced my hand on my crotch with his and started squeezing and stroking my rockhard cock. “We're both high and horny, bro. You need to get off and I love sucking cock. And the fact that you're my brother only makes it hotter to me! C'mon man let me help you out. Just close your eyes and pretend it's Jess's mouth if you need to.” Saying that he reached for my zipper and pulled it down and slid his hand inside and pulled my dripping hard cock out. I just stared at him in drugged unbelieving silence. But I was so horny. As if in slow-motion I watched him lower his head down toward my exposed cock then I saw and felt him wrap his 18 year old lips around the head of my dick and my resolve crumbled. I threw my head back and moaned at the perfect pleasure. “Oh fuck, little bro! Oh yeah suck me, please!” And that's how me and my baby bro started having sex together. As I relived the memories of that first night there was a knock on the door. Chad was here and it was time to start the fun! (to be continued)

My GF is on a worktrip for this week, so I was horny and free to look around a little on my own. So, on my way to work at the train station is always this Junkie chick, looking for her dealers. Sometimes she is begging for money. There are a lot of Junkies in that area, so nothing new for me. But she still looked good. Wasn't completely gone. I hadn't fucked a hole since Sunday, since my GF left, so when I saw her, waiting on the bank, holding her arms tight, looking around, I just got a hard on. It is ... I don't know, desperation is sexy to me. I know it is wrong. But having girls, who are desperate, who need money, who need a place to stay, who wouldn't normally do it, who are not really enjoying it, but doing it out of necessity? Having to use your body just to survive? My Cock couldn't go harder just thinking about it. So I was leaving work and saw her. She was sitting there with her greasy hair and skinny arms wrapped around herself, looking around. She looked like she could be thirty, but was probably younger then that. And I saw some of the regular drug dealers in the train stations. So that meant, she didn't have money to buy her fix. Perfect. I felt a little predatory, a little bit of guilt, but that made my Cock even harder. Thank god I was wearing a longer jacket or everybody could have noticed. So I went by her and there she asked, in her meak voice "Hast du etwas Kleingeld?" (Do you have any change), barley looking at me. I stopped and looked at her. "I have even more, if you wanna help me out a litte", I answered. She looked up, looking at me with her dead eyes. "What do you want?" "Just some fun. There is a hotstel nearby. You can use there undisturbed, get a shower, some food. And we have some fun." I was holding up a 50 Euro Note and her eyes darted immediately to it. "Okay." "When we are finished, there is more." I gave her the banknote and she walked to the next dealer, getting her crack. I saw her eyeing it desperately, as she came back. We went to a hostel near the Station, that rented out the rooms hourly (to accomodate the night trade, that happened in the area). And we got a room. I payed some more to be left alone for some hours, because usually, when they give you a room for an hour, they start knocking at the door after 30 minutes to get you out. The moment we entered she immediately got to it. Heated her stuff up on some aluminium foil and smoked it up. The room stank a little, but I didn't care. I didn't use myself, but I didn't mind others doing it. Hooked people are easily used. She relaxed and smiled and I gave her some peace. "I will get some food", I said and left her sitting on the carpeted floor, where she inhaled her crack. I went to buy some Kebab at the Shop next door and came back, finding her sitting at the same spot, heating up the foil again. After she satisfied her needs, she gobbled down on the Kebab. When she was done with that, she looked to me. Her eyes somemore lively. "Are we doing it now?", she asked. "Yes. But first, take a shower and clean yourself up. I don't mind the smoke, but I like to fuck a clean body." She just nodded and dropped her clothes right there on the ground. I snapped a photo: She didn't look to bad. A bloated tummy, skinny arms and legs, barley any bruises. Pale skin. I took my clothes of and we went into the shower together, where I washed her thoroughly and everywhere. She was at first a little shy and froze, when I began scrubbing her, but then she relented and let me clean her up. My soapy fingers went everywhere. Clearing her pussy, her ass, making sure it was squeaky clean. My Cock was rock hard, but I didn't use her in the shower. I know that the Idea of shower sex is a turn on, but in reality not very practical, especially in such a small one. So I led her back to the bed, fresh and clean. "Lie down", I ordered and she did. Her eyes went dead again. Maybe I should make her smoke some more crack... but no, I've waited long enough. For a moment I thought about getting a blow job, but her teeth were a little ... on the yellowish side, so I let it be. I went on top of her. I probably was more then double her weight. My hairy belly scratched over her white skin while I positioned my big 8 Inch Cock. I looked her in the eyes, but after a second, she looked to the side, at the window with its closed curtains. Barely interested. I shoved my Cock inside her. She was a little dry, but it didn't matter to me. She would become wet. They all did. I saw the pain on her face and thrust harder, shoving my whole length into her. She gritted her teeth, but didn't say anything. She jusy looked at the window with its closed curtains. I started trusting. At first slowly, noticing how she got wetter with every push of my cock. Her breath got faster. I got faster, I needed it. I didn't had a pussy for a week. My big Cock stretched her pussy out, made her wet, while she was looked impassive at the window. I thrust and thrust, my Cock getting painfully hard for this little whore, who let a stranger use her for just some crack. I grunted and exploded in her, filling her with days worth of my cum. I collapsed on her, weighing her down with my full weight. After some seconds she tapped me on the back. "You are heavy", she said. I laughed and got up. I pulled my half hard dick out of her and saw, that we made a mess of cum and blood on the bedsheets. "That was nice", I said. She just said "Hm", sat up and went to the floor, taking the next small stone she crumbled onto the foil. My cum Was leaking out of her onto the carpet, while she sat there, smoking her next high. I got dressed, put a 100 Euros on the side table and said: "I payed for the next three hours, you can stay here for so long". She just looked at me with her dead eyes and I left, feeling good. Without any pressure in my pants I went home.

I think this is where we disagree, as I firmly believe consent can be withdrawn at any time. It may make personal interactions difficult - no top, I'm sure, enjoys being encouraged to 'let his motor run' and then being forced to kill the engine - but at no point, in my view, does the top earn the right to 'cross the finish line' inside regardless of any change in the bottom's consent. I don't think your position is silly at all. As I see it, you've made a choice - whether conditioned or not - to allow any top who wants to breed you. And I say "made a choice" because the option always exists, should you wish, to de-condition yourself (with therapy or otherwise) from that stance; and that's not suggesting you SHOULD, just that it's possible to do. That choice you've made, under whatever conditioning, is yours to make, and it's not for me to call it silly or anything else.

And for those claiming this is all unfair censorship; it just isn't. We don't own this site nor carry the liability as owner for social forces who would shut this site down in a heartbeat. For well thought out reasons this site has locations for specific sorts of dialogue where one can be much more forthcoming. Honestly if we don't care for these rules there are plenty of other venues for that.

Been to several sex parties but by far, CumUnion was absolute heaven. I’ve been to a few (Palm springs, LA, Vegas, ATL). I remember this one in PS where I was on all fours or on my back for a while and it was just endless sucking, fucking, and spit roasting until my jaw ached and my hole was gaped so wide that I probably could have sat on fire hydrant and have it disappear in me. My body count had to have been in the high teens. The more time I spent in that environment, the sluttier I got. My senses were overloaded with pure, animalistic, fucking: the sights of mouths and holes and dicks and glistening bodies intertwined, the smell of sweat and cum and ass, the sounds of moans and screams of ecstasy, the flavors of different cocks and nut dancing on my tongue, and the feel of hot raw flesh on me and in me. Man I was in heaven….

My Master and I had previously discussed impact play, and I was curious, yet very apprehensive about it. Up to this point, I couldn't see how pain could be enjoyable, so I was very nervous about trying it out. My Master was very patient with me in explaining how it was supposed to work, and likened it to the runner's high that I was familiar with. We agreed to give it a try - he'd warm me up with floggers, and depending on how well I took things, would potentially even try some of his single-tail whips on me. I would have a safe word if needed to stop at any time, although he promised that he would be able to read me and scale accordingly. The day we had planned, my master told me we'd skip my morning breeding session, and instead we'd try doing impact play instead. He put on me a thick leather collar, leather wrist cuffs, and a leather hood (with eye covers), and led me over to the door frame which had a rope hanging down from it. He clipped my wrists to the rope and held me briefly from behind, gently asking "Are you ready, boy?", to which I nervously replied in the positive. He started very gently, the flogger barely touching my back. He slowly ramped up the intensity, the leather from the floggers hitting with more force. It still didn't hurt, but I was aware of the hits now. There was a rhythm to the flogger strokes that helped me focus on the sensations. He ramped up the intensity again, each stroke now hitting with enough force that I felt a 'warmness' in my back with each hit. He occasionally would throw in a harder hit in between the lighter strokes. He stopped abruptly and I felt his hands gently run down my back, and I gasped involuntarily - the sensation of his hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. He checked in with me and asked if I was ready for him to ramp up the intensity a bit more, to which I agreed. He started with the flogger again, in a similar rhythm, except this time the lighter hits were harder, and the harder hits were much harder - very 'thuddy'. My left leg started to shake, and I felt my breathing quicken, and the sensations now were definitely into the 'pain' threshold. I'm not sure how long this went on for, but my Master increased the intensity further, such that the heavier strikes knocked the wind out of me, and made me cry out. He stopped abruptly, and I felt his hands gently run down my back again - this time the sensations were much more intense, making me moan out loud and my whole body started trembling. It was like nothing I'd experienced before, pleasure, mixed in with pain, and a sort of floating/detached sensation. My Master hugged me from behind and asked if I was ready for the whip. I could feel his cock, rock hard, rubbing up against me as he hugged me. I felt a strange burst of emotion - my suffering was bringing pleasure to my master, and I wanted to please him with every fiber in my being. I responded as such, and he kissed me on my shoulder. The next thing I heard was the whip crack, and it made me jump and cry out involuntarily. It hadn't actually hit me, but the sound of the whip crack was a shock. The first stroke that actually hit me felt extremely light - just a caress, and not painful at all. That would quickly change. Where the flogger felt like a blunt impact, the whip had a sharp stinging feeling. Stroke after stroke, different parts of my back being hit, my brain was on overdrive. I cried out in pain with each hit, and yet, I didn't want it to stop. My whole body was shaking again at this point. I heard my Master say "I think you've just about had enough", and after one more hard stroke, he stopped and I felt him embrace me from behind. I was gasping and shaking, not able to focus on anything. I felt my hands unclipped from the wall, and was gently guided to a bed. The hood was removed, and I lay there in my master's arms still shaking and gasping, the endorphins running through my body. He held me, gently stroking my head, and I felt a wave of emotion overcome me, and I started sobbing into his chest. "Shhhhh, it's okay, let it out, you're safe here with me." I felt a flood of negative emotions, mostly shame and guilt, leave my body, being replaced with a warmth and feeling of rightness being in my Master's arms. In this moment, I knew that I would do anything that he wanted - anything to please the man that had made me feel so wonderful. I looked up at my master, and he kissed me, tenderly and lovingly. We fucked and he bred me, but it was without a doubt the most loving and tender experience I have ever experienced in my life up to this point. He fucked me missionary, and we kissed while he was fucking me. I cried again as he bred me, tears of happiness this time, not only that I was able to please my Master, but also just how wonderful I felt in that moment. The next few days, I experienced a positive mood adjustment - it was like the beating I had received had cast out the negative energy and emotions from my body. And I was eager as ever to please my Master. Truly a life changing experience for me!

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Firstly, most points (including the kind you received) are not permanent. They expire. Secondly, had the moderator made a mistake in giving you the penalty, he would have rescinded it. But the way the policy (which we moderators don't set, we only enforce) works, ignorance is not an excuse for violating it. Thirdly, another member warned you that the post was in violation before you were given the penalty. So you could have reported it yourself and thereby avoided the penalty. Fourthly, @BootmanLA is correct. We cannot possibly keep up with all of the posts, and depend on people reporting them to point us to problems. Therefore, if you had simply reported the "very similar post" also in violation, we would have dealt with that one also. But you didn't. So now I get to wonder which one it was, and whether we ever found it. 🤷‍♂️ We are still sorry to see you go. Everyone has something to contribute. OK, maybe not the spammers.

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Very hot and unique story. I"ve seen stories from the top's point of view and from the bottom's point of view, but this is almost told from the virus's point of view!

He gave me a .5 slam. I was literally in his hands

The Fair is like 70-80s porn theater. Plenty of people sucking & fucking. There are some small rooms and a dark room. The upper balcony is where a lot of BB goes on and if you are to Trans they are there also.

So, I think I got addicted to junkie pussy. I'm really itching to get more after the last time. So, this was yesterday when I finished work late: It had been a long and tiring day at the office, and all I wanted was to go home, have a drink, and forget about work. As I walked down the dimly lit street, my eyes caught sight of a young woman standing alone on the corner. She looked lost and desperate, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She clung to her small purse, as if it was her only lifeline in a world that had turned its back on her. At first, I thought nothing of it, assuming she was just waiting for someone. But as I got closer, I noticed her tattered clothes, the bruises on her arms, and the way she nervously scanned the passing cars. Her face was sunken, and her skin was pale, making her look almost ghostly. Her eyes, which once might have been bright and full of life, were now dull and lifeless, and they were sunken deep into their sockets. Her hair was matted and unkempt, and she wore a ragged and torn dress that barely covered her body. Despite her emaciated appearance, there was still something strikingly beautiful about her. It was like seeing a diamond in the rough, and I felt a strange pull towards her. It was obvious what she was doing there. She approached me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, mister. Want some company?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of guilt and arousal. It had been a while since I had been with a woman, and the idea of a quick and anonymous encounter was tempting. Especially with such a desperate girl. I saw the pain in her eyes, the scars on her arms, and the way her voice shook with fear. And I just knew how to make her more desperate. I took a deep breath and said, "No, thanks. I'm good." As I walked away, I could hear her mumble something under her breath. I didn't catch what she said, but I knew that she was disappointed. I turned around and walked back to her. "Hey, wait. Are you okay?" She looked up at me, her eyes shining with a mix of desperation and hope. "I...I need money," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For what?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "For drugs. I...I need to get high. It's the only thing that helps me forget." She is honest. She knows where she stands. At the bottom. Reduced to do what man want from her. Perfection. "Come on," I said, taking her hand. "Let's go somewhere more private." We walked to a cheap motel I knew a few blocks away. As Grace entered the dimly lit motel room, I got a closer look at her. Her movements were slow and hesitant, like she was afraid of breaking something. She removed her jacket, revealing her thin, bony arms. Her skin was marked with bruises and needle marks, and she had scars on her wrists. As she started to unbutton her shirt, I could see the outline of her ribs and the hollow of her stomach. She had small breasts, but they were still perky and youthful. Her hips were narrow, and her legs were thin and shaky. She seemed fragile, like she could shatter into a million pieces at any moment. As she turned around to face me, I could see the desperation and sadness in her eyes. She was like a wounded animal, and I felt so aroused. My cock was rock hard. . I took my pants off and her eyes widend when she saw my 8 inch uncut dick. "On your knees", I said and she obeys. I press my Cock onto her mouth and she begins to suck. Buy she has trouble getting it all in. And her spirit wasn't in it. If she had any spirit left at all. After 5 minutes of her half-assed blowjob attempt I had enough. "You are bad at this. I hope your pussy is better." She flinched when I grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed. I moved onto her, while she lay still. She looked so skinny and frail, I was worried, that I would crush her with my big hairy belly and my body weight. But only a little. And I had needs. I positioned my Cock at her pussy. I could feel she was dry. But that didn't matter. She would become wet. They all did. I pressed. She flinched, but couldn't move away under my weight. She was so dry and tight, it hurt my dick. But that just made it more exciting. A little pain was like aphrodisiac for me. I pushed deeper, a little out to just go back deeper. She squealed and skirmed, but I hold her tight with my weight and my strong arms. I could feel her get a little wet while I continued to push in and out. Her pussy was so tight ... After some minutes of slowly getting her ready she was now wet enough. I continued to fuck her. Pushing in and out, with every stroke going deeper into her. She whimpered with every push and when I pushed all my 8 inches completely in her, she screamed out. Which turned me on even more. I started pounding her like a jackhammer. Making her scream more. The pressure in my balls got bigger. I could feel my dick swelled more, got even harder. A tension built up in my whole body ... I grunted when I felt the release, pumping her junkie pussy full with my cum. I collapsed onto her, feeling her sobbing under me while my cum was dripping out of her pussy. I sat up. She lay there, some tears running down her cheeks. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping with my cum, that slowly run down to her tiny ass. Just looking at her got my dick hard again. "Time for round 2", I said. She didn't say anything, when I turned her around, prodding up her ass. With my fingers I lubed her butt with my cum and started stretching her. She didn't seem to care. So I continued. 2 Fingers, 3 fingers. I think she was ready. I pushed my hard dick in her and this time it went in easily enough. With one strong push I was balls deep in and she squirmed under me, but I hold her tight, while I stretched her asshole with my big dick. I started pounding her little butt while she screamed into the pillow. It turned me so on, that I came in like a minute. My balls hut a little after I released myself in her again and fell panting on the bed. I hadn't cum twice in such a short time in a long time. "You did well", I said. She looked at me with red eyes and nodded weakly. Her ass and pussy were full of come and other jucies. I put on my clothes and put 200€ on the side table. Her eyes widened when she the money. She grabbed it quickly. "We should do that again", I said. With the money in her hand she nodded eagerly, my cum dripping out her holes, messing up the bed. "For that money you can do anything to me, with me." "Like I said, good girl." We exchanged numbers and I went home, where my girlfriend was waiting. And she was horny. Oh, what a turn on it is, fucking her, while my dick was still full of the juices of the junkie chick. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

So, sadly Tamara didn't answer my calls, yet. So I just decided to go back to the bookstore, to see if I can hook up with somebody else. Like a nice little challenge. I also like to browse books, so even if I don't hook up with anybody, I got to buy books, which is a win in itself. I went to the same bookstore in the Mall. It has several stories with the different genres. So I looked at the floor plan, deciding where I should go. The self-help section maybe ... but those bitches be crazy. Maybe easy, but crazy. You cum in them once at the dumpsters behind a McDonalds and they want to marry you. Crime and true crime took up a whole floor. Could be a little dangerous. Those Girls know a 1000 ways to kill you and get away with. So I went again to the floor with Fantasy, SciFi, Horror and Manga/Comics. The nerdy girls. They can get crazy in bed, are crazy about their fandoms but usually leave a guy alone after he came in them. As long as you stay away from the Fantasy-Romance area. Never. Go. There. So up I went. There were some guys and girls, browsing the area. While.I went back to the horror section, I took stock. Some teens and tweens. I stay away from them. While I like the fantasy of funking around in prison and breeding the poor thinks, who are innocently prosecuted and getting into gangbangs with some gangbangers, I know I actually don't wanna go. Also funking underage girls and boys is just wrong and it would be the fastest way to get thrown out of a store it if a beared guy in his forties with a pot belly would approach underage girls. I can live without that experience. There was one Mombodtype at the Fantasysection and ... nevermind. She already picked up a Twilight-Novel, an Anne Bishop Novel and the only thing missing in the small shopping basket would be 50 shades of grey. Oh, there it is ... I bet she musturbated in the cinema with a cucumber she brought as a snack, when she saw the Film ... maybe I should talk to her ... But then my eyes fell on a girl browsing the SciFi Section. That was rare. Not as rare as it used to be, but still not a common occurance. She was maybe in her mid twenties, wearing a tight ripped jeans with thick legs and an oversized sweater. She had Shoulder length curly brown hair and when she turned around I could see cute dimples. And she seemed torn deciding between two books. Hardcovers of the foundation trilogy and Neuromancer. Wow, that book is still in print? I went over to her. "Can't decide what to want?", I asked casually while picking up a new hardcover edition of Dune with pictures of the new movie as the cover. She looked up and looked at me with her brown eyes. She had some tiny moles on her cheeks. "Oh, I already decided what I want. Now I have to decide what to get, because I really can't afford any of those at the moment." Bingo. "What a pity. Everybody should have the books they like." "I known right? Maybe I find a misprint or a one with a damage cover at the bargain bin." She put both books back on the shelf. "I have an crazy idea", I said, hesitantly, "I can buy the books you want in exchange for some company." She looked me at me, a smile creeping on her face. "You want me to fuck you in exchange for some books?" Straight to the point. "Yes. Pick any you like." "Deal." And she grabbed a basket and started picking. "I'm Sam by the way", she said, while we went over to the fantasy section, where she picked a special edition of the Lord of the Rings. After 10 minutes her basket was full and I payed for it. "We will go to my place. You will drive me there", she said, while I carried her two heavy bag of books. So it was decided. We went to her place. On the way there we made some more small talk about our favourite books and series and the Merrits of Fan Fiction. She led me into er place.It was a small one room apartment, full with books, a Nice computer set up. In one corner was the bed. She put the books aside. "Take your clothes off", she said while she took of her hoodie and started to take of her pants. I hurried to catch up with her and after like 20 seconds we stood naked in front of each other. She was a little chubby unshaved and had some more liver spots covering her perky tits. "Nice dick", she said while she came to me. She Grab it. She could barley put her whole hand around. "First, you will go down on me. For that to fit in you need to get me wet. Then you can fuck me. If you make me pregnant, you will have to pay child support. I saw your car and your credit card. I know you can afford it." I gulped. She was very direct and I was already hard. "You like to take charge, don't you?" She grinned. "Let's stop talking and use your tongue for good." She pulled me by my dick ti the bed, lay down and spread her legs. "Lick." I obeyed and went down on her. My nose went into her bushy hair that smelled of a little sweat. Her pussy tasted a little sour while my tongue parted her and tried to find the spot. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face harder onto her crouch. I think found the right spot - and licked it. "Yeah, just like that", she moaned. I could feel her move. I rested my hands on her soft belly and could feel the muscles working underneath. Her grip became harder as I continued with my tongue. I liked her clit, but changed it up a little by wandering down the lips and exploring her whole, sliding into it. She was already very wet. A mixture of her pussy juices and my salvia. She moaned louder when I went back to the clit. I took one hand from her soft belly and slid with one finger into her, sliding in and out while I continued to lick her. "Yeah ...", she grunted. I could feel her belly spasm under my hand. Her legs locked around my head, while she was pushing her crotch on to my face. She groaned and moaned louder, her belly getting tight. Suddenly, I felt a lot of liquid shooting in my mouth. It tasted faintly like pee. I had to swallow in order to not suffocate. She continued to squirt in my mouth, my head locked up in her legs and the only thing I could do was to take it. I loved it. After some time she let go. My face was wet, my beard dripping and the whole bed was mess. I looked up, she looked flushed and grinned. "That was fun. Now lie down." I did as she told me. My 8 inch dick was rock hard and ready for business. She went on top of my, guiding my dick in her still dripping pussy and then just sat down. My whole Cock just went inside her without a hint of resistance. I could feel her liquids still dripping onto my skin. She was so wet and sexy. And then she rid me like a pro. Not like some of those girls who just wiggled with the hips a little, no, she went up and down, like a real workout. She rode me. Her tits wiggling and all the way she smiled at me. It really didn't take me long. I could feel her pussy getting tighter or my dick harder ... I just exploded in her. She raised an arm and yelled "Finished!" and laughed. She leaned back and panted, while my dick was still inside her, my cum slowly leaking out of her. I had to take a picture of that. I grabbed my phone and looked at her. She nodded and grinned, when I said cheese: "We should do that again", I said. "Oh, definitely." I relaxed on the bed and looked a little around the room. I saw a small medication bottle lying on the side table. It read Tivicay. I wondered what that was for.

I was pleasantly surprised when I got a message from a guy on Kik named Brody seeing if I was interested in a hookup. It had a body shot that was pretty not, smooth hairless blonde guy with a nice defined body, long thin uncut cock, said he was 26 and needed release. No face pic as he said his friends didn't know he hooked up with guys and didn't want that to get out. He said he could host but that we had to be done before his roommate got home after 5. He said he usually uses condoms with hookups until he knows or trusts a guy, but was cool for fucking me raw if I wanted it that way, admitting he prefers raw and that he was pretty country and white trash. I didn't want to ask what he was doing at home on a workday but really didn't care. I just wanted the loads. When I asked how he wanted my load he said "we'll see" so I was hoping at least he'd jack me off or suck me off. I got his address and headed over glad he was close by so in case it was fake I didn't have a lot of travel invested. But white trash is what I like so I as willing to take my chances. The apartments Brody lives in are pretty sketchy and I was kind of wondering what I'd got myself into, hoping I wasn't gonna get rolled. I knocked on his door and soon enough he answered and I was shocked at how much taller he was, probably 6'4" or so and a really good looking guy with longer blonde hair and a deep stoner country sounding voice. I went in and sure enough could smell weed and saw a lot of empty beer bottles and cans around in the living room. I don't mind that in a guy, it certainly makes them less inhibited. He introduced himself and awkwardly shook my hand asking if I wanted a beer or some weed first. He went to the fridge to get beers and said for me to get comfortable and I was tempted to take off my t-shirt but decided against it before finally taking it off since he was shirtless and just wearing a pair of nylon shorts. As he came back to me I could see his cock tenting in his shorts and was glad he was as horny as I was. As he went to sit down on the couch he pulled his shorts down and I could see his massive semihard cock. As he sat he smiled over at me and handed my beer saying he might as well get comfortable. I was SO tempted to reach over and start stroking it or sucking it but wanted to play it cool. "So you do this often" he asked, which always makes me squirm as there's no good answer really. I jokingly said not as much as I want, which is true, and he chuckled softly at that saying he felt the same way, admitting he'd like to get a lot more release than he's getting and I noticed he was stroking his cock. For some idiotic reason I asked if he kissed and he laughed a kind of sarcastic laugh and asked if I wanted that and I said I did. And he pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him move my hand to his cock. I could feel his breath quicken as I started stroking his cock. I worked him for a bit that way and he suggested we move to the bedroom and I followed him in. Seeing his living room and bedroom I could only guess Brody was straight or bi as his bedroom was a mess with various dirty clothes here and there and strew with dirty dishes, cups, and other stuff and a big bottle of lube on his nightstand. His bed was rumpled and it was pretty clear there were cum stains on the sheets, so either he was fucking guys pretty regularly, getting fucked regularly, or maybe a bit of both. I didn't care honestly. I lay down on the bed and to my surprise he swung his cock up to me and moved down to suck my cock, starting out with us 69ing each other. I had no idea he wanted to suck my cock and was doing everything I could not to cum too quickly. He was trying hard not to fuck my mouth too hard and honestly, he had a lot of cock to suck and was precumming like crazy. I know I was precumming like crazy and could hear him moaning with delight saying how good I tasted. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to cum in his mouth so he could taste more. His cum was a little nasty and funky tasting so I was glad I agreed to get fucked rather than suck him off. Without warning he swung his legs off me turning around to face me, asking if I was ready to get fucked. I said I was and he asked if I had any condoms and I said I didn't and a little confused as I said I was cool for raw. I told him I was cool for raw and that he could cum inside me and he reaffirmed saying he was cool with that if that's what I wanted as he pumped some lube in his hand and started greasing up his cock and fingered it into my ass. I a kind of cocky way he reminded me his dick was pretty big and to let him know if it started hurting. I said I would and could feel him slowly and steadily forcing his raw cock in me and honestly, felt like I was going to lose consciousness as more and more of him entered me. He was telling me how hot and tight my ass was and how bad he wanted to cum in me and was asking if I liked his cock and wanted his load. I could barely breathe but was telling him how much I loved his cock, how big it was, and how bad I wanted his load with an enthusiasm that lit his face up. I hadn't even asked his status and I was so driven by desire to take his loads I honestly didn't care. He had my legs over his shoulders as he was pounding his cock in me and I was mesmerized by how his hair moved as he was pounding me and intense thrusts of his cock deep inside me. I found myself begging for him not to pull out and cum inside me, which made his face light up with an amazing smile as he murmered "not a chance I'm gonna pull out". His eyes were rolling up and I could feel a shift in his breathing and I figured he was close to cumming, which got me into overdriving telling him not to pull out and to cum inside me, telling him how bad I wanted his load. I heard a loud groan from him and could feel the blast inside me as he let loose his load balls deep inside. I was yelling "fuck yeah" "don't pull out" and "cum inside" frantically as he did. I loved that this trashy boy had just planted his seed deep inside me and wanted him to use me all the time if he needed release. He leaned down to kiss me as he finished stroking and I told him any time he needed release I would take it, and told him how hot a fuck he was. He smiled and thanked me and leaned back up, saying how hot a fuck I was and he was now stroking my cock saying it would be hot if we could be a regular thing. He'd been inside me still but now slid out and and was stroking me more, pumping some lube in his right hand and switching hands to make it easier to jerk me. To my suprirse I saw his right hand move to his ass and he shifted his pelvis so now he was closer to my belly button and I could feel him guiding my cock head to his hole. I could feel my cock enter him and see the look of delight on his face as it did. He'd been cagey about me fucking him but now it was clear he not only wanted to get fucked but wanted it raw. I wasn't about to disappoint. Maybe he was planning to get off my cock as I was close to cumming, but I had no idea. I was tempted to ask him to beg for my cum but was worried I might scare him. I was going to let him take the lead but know I was down for an "accident" if need be. But he soon dispelled that by yelling out "fuck yeah, cum in me, give me your load!" with an enthusiasm that shocked me, followed by him telling me how good my cock felt in his ass. I loved that this stud has asked me nothing about my status and even after talking about condoms was just taking me raw and loving it. I decided to push my luck and for him to beg for my load. To my surprise he did and with an intensity that made me believe it. Looking at the stains on his sheets I was guessing more than a few guys had bred his ass raw and loaded him. Like me he probably lied about how slutty he is just so a guy would breed him and his hole. I'm guessing as soon as I was done breeding him he'd have another guy over to breed him raw too. And if he was so eager to let me breed him raw he was probably taking raw off countless guys. I'd turned myself on so much thinking of this that I blew what had to be a massive load in his ass and saw his face light up as I did, begging me to stay inside him and every drop pulsed inside him. He was still riding me and frantically jerking his cock and soon sprayed a massive load that covered by face, hair, and chest. It had been a long time since I'd seen a guy cum that much as he absolutely showered me with his jizz. He laughed and collapsed on me apologizing for how worked up he'd gotten, smearing his cum between us. He told me to eat his cum and I did as told, wiping up his cum off my body and eagerly eating it, fingering some into his mouth which he also ate. He slid off my cock and was soon licking his cum off my body and snowballing it in my mouth to my delight. We were enjoying that and I could hear his phone go off with some kind of alert. Sadly, he told me I needed to get going and I was pretty bummed as I wanted to load his ass again. I asked if I could quickly shower and got a firm 'no' saying he needed to shower and again saying I needed to go. I was a little skeezed out as I was pretty much still covered in cum on my face and hair but knew I had a cleanup towel to wipe most of it off. Brody pretty quickly ushered me to the door and I grabbed what was left of my beer and quickly pulled on my shorts and t-shirt to leave. Furtively I asked Brody if we could do this again and he said "sure, yeah" as he shoved me out the door without a kiss. I felt like I was too needy but also hoped I'd hear from him again. That he'd taken me raw too let me know he wasn't all top or bi or straight as he'd let on and much hunch is I'll hear from him again.Why did US ship commanders shave their head before battle during the Spanish-American War?

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lounge chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

You should be locked in chastity. Then you’re REALLY a faggot.

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

Chapter 3: Gooning I couldn't wait to see my friend again, and tell him about me tasting my fresh cum for the first time. Sure I could have called him, but I was sure that we would jack when I told him in person, and that we did! He did call a bit later saying his dad was away, and invited me for a swim, to which I gladly accepted. I threw on my big baggy trunks, and headed right over. When I arrived, he was lounging in a tight red speedo, and smoking a cigarette. I had never smoked, and had no idea he had. I told him I didn't know he smoked. He said not really but another friend himself had recently started experimenting it, and he enjoyed it. He passed me a cigarette, and honestly i didnt care for it, although i smoked all of it. I then told him that I had been experimenting with something too. He asked what, and I told him I had tasted my fresh cum for the first time. Now it doesn't take younger guys much to get hard, and I could see his cock growing in his red speedo, even before he asked what it tasted like. At the same time, I was getting hard too. My eyes focused on his package imagining his step dad in his speedo. The only difference was he had a hairless chest unlike his furry step dad. I started to tell him how I loved the taste of my fresh cum. His cock peeked out of his speedo, and he said he always shot on his jock, and never even thought of tasting it, just sniffing his jock. He asked what it tasted like, and I pulled his speedo down to his knees, rubbing his cock and simply said I think it's time for you to find out for yourself. I pulled my trunks down, and we both started jacking. I could feel my cum building up, but I wanted to last, so even though I didn't really care for cigarettes I suggested we smoke one again. We finished smoking and started to stroke again, and it wasn't long before we both shot our massive loads on our chest and face. I took my finger scooping some cum from his chest, and put my finger to his mouth. He seemed a bit hesitant, but tried it and said he loved it. He said he wanted to taste my cum, but he shot a much bigger load than I and I said he would, but he had plenty of his own to eat this time. We both greedily ate our own cum, and then heard his dad pulling up. We quickly pull up our trunks and jumped into the pool. Fortunately we had already cleaned most of the cum from ourselves. His dad walked in, simply saying it was a great day for a swim. I quickly said, why don't you join us. He quickly said yes and went in to change in a tight red speedo that matched his step sons. I'm not sure asking him to join was a great idea, as I constantly had to hide my raging boner. My friend wasn't getting hard ad he's seen him in his speedo before. We swam around a bit, and when my boner died, I got out of pool and said I had to go home. Of course it was to taste my cum again! I was thinking how my friend said his step dad put his fingers up ass and came without touching his cock. I thought that would be hot, and as my dad wasn't home, I'd give it a try. I tried putting one finger in my hole, and it was really uncomfortable for me, so I took out my hand lotion and put it on a finger. That made it much more comfortable. I didn't stick my finger in all the way, probably just past the first digit, but it was oddly pleasurable. I didn't cum hand free, but later learned it is your finger hitting prostrate that makes that happen. Next Chapter 4: let's talk

met a new sub today, we had lots of fun and I put three loads in him over about 4 hours. we had lots of cuddle time between me fucking him and unloading deep. he wanted me to give his boyfriend a load, but I am not as young as I used to be and couldn't get that 4th one out today. gonna be doing him, and BF again hopefully soon.

Hey fellas, I’m Tyler and I’d like to take you on a journey. My journey. A journey of naivety, acceptance, discovery and ultimately, depravity. I suppose you’d like to know a little about me? Well, I was 21 years old when all this began a few years ago – I’d only ever had one boyfriend, but had been single for a while. I discovered early on that I was a bottom, I loved everything about it – loved giving myself over to the guy pounding me. Even though I’d only had one relationship, I considered myself to be pretty experienced sexually. Boy was I wrong, I knew nothing as it turned out. My ex was great in bed, sweet 8 inch, thick cock that he’d slide into me raw, always leaving my guts overflowing with cum. Since breaking up with him I had met a few different guys on Grindr or Scruff, but I’d insisted on using condoms, as in my head this was what I was meant to do when no longer in a relationship. I left these encounters feeling as though there was something missing, I just wasn’t satisfied with the sex. Ultimately I realised it was because I wasn’t taking their loads inside me. This realisation scared me, as I wasn’t on PrEP and knew the risks. Like all guys, I loved porn and of course I’d mainly watched bareback porn. I knew what a biohazard or scorpion tattoo meant, I’d heard guys say things about their loads being toxic or dirty, or ‘you’ll remember this fuck forever’. I’d quite enjoyed this type of porn, but for me it was just porn and nothing more, it didn’t add anything to my jerk off session that regular bareback porn couldn’t give me. I’d started chatting to a guy called Tommy on Grindr – he was very quick to compliment me on my toned swimmers build, blonde hair, blue eyes and firm little arse. Personally I think I just look like your typical Aussie guy. After a few attempts to hook up, we finally managed to get a time that suited us both, so he came over to mine one Friday night. I was really looking forward to it. Tommy was stunning, 25 years old, very tall with nice muscles under his fitted t-shirt, 9 inch cock that was leaking heaps in all the pics he sent me. He had already told me that he’d prefer to fuck bareback, but would use a condom if I wanted him to. I had already decided before he arrived that I wanted to scan his body for a biohazard or scorpion tatt before I let him fuck me, no tattoo = no condom. I just assumed that all positive guys had one of those tattoos. We started kissing as soon as I opened the door, he was so hot and we didn’t hesitate to get undressed. His body was amazing, pecs, six pack, perfect V and of course that massive cock and not a tattoo insight – I was in heat knowing I’d be taking his load. I instantly dropped to my knees to worship his dick, sucking him like I hadn’t sucked a cock in a year, plenty of slurping noises and that delicious salty taste of his precum swirling in my mouth. While working over his cock I felt his fingers start to probe my arse, causing me to raise my arse higher so he could really get in there. After a few minutes of this he grabbed me under my arms, lifting me, kissing me and turning me around. Getting on all fours I presented my hole to him while reaching for some lube on the bedside table. I applied a generous amount of lube on my hole and his cock before I guided the tip of his magnificent 9 inch cock to my hole, no words were needed, I’d clearly given him permission to fuck me raw, and damn did I need a load in me, it’s been far too long. He didn’t skip a beat, gently applying pressure until my hole gave way to his thick cock, allowing him to slide inside me fully in one continuous, but controlled movement. Oh my, what a sensation as he picked up speed, I was in heaven. Tommy worked my hole over so damn well, I was squealing in delight. He fucked my hole for a good 20 minutes, there was a white froth leaking from my hole and clinging to the full length of his marvellous cock as he pushed in and pulled out, all caused by his cock leaking precum like a tap inside me, I was wet, real wet, and I loved every second of this incredible fuck. He leant down behind me, still fucking me, he started to nibble on my ear from behind me, then whispering that he was about to breed me. Just hearing those words triggered my orgasm, soon enough cum was shooting from my cock onto the sheets below me, my hole simultaneously clamping down on his cock as he fucked me. I hear him yell behind me ‘here comes my load kiddo’, as his cock started throbbing inside me. He collapsed on my back a short time later, trying to catch his breath, his cock still pulsing inside me. In that moment I felt complete, this was everything I wanted from a fuck, everything I missed in my most recent sexual encounters. It was confirmed, I was a cumdump; sex just wasn’t the same without being loaded up. He gently pulled his cock from my hole, cum leaking all over the place, fuck it felt amazing. We cuddled each other, talking and kissing as he fingered his load back into my hole, with it gaping after the fucking it had just received and I was living for it. It was so sensual, I just couldn’t help myself, I needed another load in me and asked Tommy if he could breed me again. He got this devilish smile across his cute face, I was smitten. This time Tommy positioned me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, I loved being able to stare into his eyes has he lined up his cock with my gaping hole. It wasn’t long before he was pushing his entire length into me. As he did this he said he’ll probably cum faster the second time around. I of course said fuck yeah, breed me whenever you’re ready. I was infatuated with his body as he fucked me, being able to see all his muscles flex as he pounded me was truly amazing. I started to tweak his nipples and grab his pecs as he fucked me, they felt amazing. I reached up, gently touching his face with my right hand only to find my touch had left a mark on his face. Confused, I looked at my hand to see there was something on it, but what? I looked up at Tommy, him smirking as he continued driving his cock in and out of my hole. I looked at his left pec again to see a shadow, I rubbed it, removing what looked like concealer. He bent down and started kissing me as he fucked me, when he lifted himself up he said ‘why don’t you rub it all off’? So I did and it wasn’t long before I was able to make out a biohazard tattoo under the make-up. I have no idea what expression I had on my face, but my cock took over and started erupting between us, spraying cum all over my chest and face. Tommy then picked up speed fucking me, becoming more vocal with me. There was no whispering now, he now sounded like those porn movies I had seen. (Tommy): Yeah you like that tattoo Tyler, I can see you know what it means and your involuntary orgasm tells me all I need to know right now. You want another poz load deep in your guts don’t you kiddo? I couldn’t hide it, I screamed at the top of my lungs, fuck yes, breed me with your poz cock, I need it, you own me, you own all of me, poz me Tommy. And with that, Tommy planted a kiss on my lips as he drenched my insides with another poz load. I thought I was in heaven after the first load, I was wrong. Now knowing he is positive made this load infinitely better. He stayed inside me as he cuddled me, my legs still wrapped around his back, looking me deeply in the eyes and asking if I was okay. To which I replied, you have no idea, with a massive smile on my face. I have so many questions Tommy, but for now I just want to enjoy this moment.

ANY GUY WHO WILL GET REALLY TURNED ON BY tieing me up so i cant move n destroying my ballsac n everything within very slowly n painfully . electro , burning cutting n castration , watch me terrrorized n ignore me . sick n sadistic n u climax to my destruction

We just came back from the NYC Black Party, my BF Thad and my brother Jess are tired they are cuddled up in bed. I still wired from the best Black Party since it was at the Rose Land ballroom. Thad and I had been to Dark Odyssey Winter Fire event in Washington D.C. before, its a pansexual event with very few Gay men but we went for the classes and shopping. This year was different as we say many more and we knew some. Jess had never been at an event like this, and I think its good for him to see how other people play, as there many Queers, CIS people, and lesbians. Friday night we are going to have some fun with Jess in the public play area as Thad, and I get off having people watch us play, Jess is a little scared, but that is how the fun starts. Jess is naked except for his chastity device and his slave chain as that is to let others know Jess is own property. We tie him to the cross, and we take turns flogging his back and butt cheeks. It is not all about the pain as after a few hits we rub our body against him and whisper in his ear about how good he is doing. We can see some people stopping by and watching us play. Jess back is red now its time to work on his butt cheeks, Thad is a sadist with a cane and wants to put some lasting marks on Jess butt cheeks. We tie Jess to the bench and Thad goes to work on his ass nice an slow so after each stroke of the cane I put my dick in Jess' mouth, and skull fuck him. Jess will be feeling these cane marks for some time as Thad has broken the skin in a few places. They have DMs Dungeon Monitors walking around they have not said a word, but there is a crowd watching us. After we finish we clean up the area and take care of Jess cleaning to make sure he is not bleeding plus we are waiting for a suspension rig to put Jess on. We first ask Jess how he is feeling about being suspended, and the smile on his face says it all. Both Thad and I are good with rope as we are members of the NYC Bondage Club and we go and tie each other up or friends. Since Jess is like me in body size and also goes to yoga classes, we are both flexible. Jess is going to be tied up, so we have access to his mouth and ass can be fuck, and then we have a swivel, so Thad and I can stand still, and we spin Jess around every 30 seconds. For Jess, this is not going to be a loving fuck but as hard as we can go for 30 seconds and then turn. Thad slams his dick in Jess hole but to be nice, we put some spunk lube in his ass as Jess still has a boy hole. Spunk is good for ass to mouth as its taste is not to bad for most. We are going at it, and out the corner of my eye I see Andre and some of his friends, and they sit down and watch as we fuck the crap out of Jess. Thad and I are having a fantastic, but Jess is moaning like he does not want us to stop as we both are ready to explode, but all loads have to go in Jess ass as after our loads are his hole our dicks have to be clean. Andre is still sitting on the floor with his brothers; they are all members of ONYX which is a Black Leather group out on NYC. Andre fuck me once, and he can fuck for hours with that 9-inch piece of black meat. When we have Jess down and put a plug in his ass, so Jess does not go leaking all over the hotel, Andre wants to talk he introduce us to his friends who we don't know. I can see in Andre's eyes he has the hots for Jess. They are in the backup hotel around the corner in an executive room and says that we are welcome to a PNP party. I tell Andre Jess does not PNP, and he is ok with that, but he wants to get into Jess hole and that I OK with that. Saturday During the day we attend classes and people even females say that was a HOT scene we did last night. I guess the way CIS males look at lesbians having sex women like looking at Gay males having kinky sex. I ask Jess a few times how he is feeling, and he is on an endorphin rush still LOL so would I. I bought a 2-foot whip that is perfect for small areas and try it out on my brother ass which has some deep marks from the canning Thad gave him last night, the whip is perfect. We get some sleep in the late afternoon, get good and cleaned out as it's going to be a long fun night. When Andre opens the door, it looks like a football team is in the room. WOW as Thad is Asian Jess and I are 1/2 Mexican, and except for Andre they all look fantastic with rip mussels out of some bodybuilding competition. Andre grabs Jess and takes him to the air mattress on the floor. They tied off my arm as I see the blood registered and administered, I was given a slam as I cough my brains out and as soon as I stop coughing a dick was in my mouth, and I could feel the head of a dick entering me. I could see Jess with his legs over shoulders and Andre was fucking as hard and as fast as he could, but the moans of pleasure from Jess I knew he was having fun. After the third load in my ass, I feel fingers and hear someone say you have any Crisco. You can smell Crisco as he lubes my hole and his hand goes right in and says it's nice to have an ass like this as they don't scream they just open themselves up with moans of to go deeper. Andre is off my brother, and he had to be there for close to one hour getting pilled drive fuck as Andre is sweating like he just came out of a shower. Jess is just sitting there with a look of WOW on his face. I have no idea what they are doing with Thad, but from the noises, I'm hearing he is enjoying himself as I'm given another slam as I'm getting punch fisted passed the wrist. I see Jess is now laying on top of someone with a dick in his ass and mouth and now someone else is sticking there dick in so Jess is about to get his first DP. Jess is in some discomfort, but right now has no choice as three dicks are in his body and any one of them is twice his weight, so right now Jess is just more than fuck meat. The three of us took on these men, and my brother is in the corner whit a smile on contentment on his face as we get ready to leave. We brought diapers as we will all be leaking something out of our well-used holes. In the morning I look at the diapers Jess took off, and there was some blood, and at first, he freaks out, but I explained since you are on PrEP, you will be ok, but you still have to go to get checked out to see if you have some other type of STD. The new problem Jess wants to PNP and go off PrEP.

Part 5 - Caught Red-handed Ethan crossed the lounge towards Brad who handed him his locker key and smiled. "Are you okay?" Brad asked. Ethan nodded "Yes, a bit shook up from what happened". Brad smiled "I banned the three of them, but you might want to get a cab home". "Why is that?" Ethan asked. "Just in case they are still hanging around in the street" Brad replied. Ethan had a worried look on his face "Maybe I will hang around up here for a bit". Ethan thanked him and he noticed how quiet it had become in the lounge, there was only a couple of guys sat talking since everyone else was downstairs enjoying themselves. The locker room was quiet except for one person who was busy in his locker, he could only glimpse his arms and noticed that they bore no tattoos so it wasn't Angelo. Ethan unlocked the door and started sorting his things out, a funny thing curiosity where something in the human nature likes to know who is in the same vicinity, he kept taking glances but the other person was just to far out of his field of vision. Ethan pulled his underwear out and closed the locker door so he could change. He sensed someone standing there and turned around, his mouth fell open seeing the smile on Adam's face who was looking directly at him. "Hello Ethan!, fuck I knew I was right" Adam shook his head in disbelief. Ethan stared back, this was not good "Oh Adam". Adam laughed "You didn't waste any time then since you only had your birthday last week" he stepped closer. "Adam, please don't say anything to anyone about this. I am not out with my family or friends" he looked pleadingly. "I guess we both have a secret, but on one condition" Adam moved closer. Ethan didn't like where this was going "What condition" he asked watching Adam closing in. "Kiss me Ethan" Adam ran his hand down Ethan's chest. Ethan caught his breath at Adam's touch "Just one". His body felt electrified by Adam's touch and senses awakened and poised, Ethan had secretly dreamed about this and was only to happy to kiss him. His head moved closer to Adam's as their lips touched gently their mouths opened and Ethan was immediately speared by Adam's tongue as he kissed him deep for more than a minute until Adam moved away and looked at Ethan. "Wow, where did you learn to kiss like that?" Adam asked looking at Ethan. Ethan shrugged his shoulders "Kiss like what, was it bad?". Adam shook his head "No, it's just.. wow. Are you just leaving?". "Yes" he replied nodding his head. "I was about to as well, let's get a coffee before we get changed" Adam said taking Ethan's arm. Ethan stopped "Adam, I should leave". Adam looked at him "A coffee won't hurt then we can go back together". Ethan agreed "5 minutes Adam then we must go". "I don't get what all the rush is about Ethan" Adam said partly dragging Ethan in the lounge. Ethan sat at the table and watched Adam getting the drinks, his eyes picked up the tell tell signs of a tattoo on his lower back, he could make out the top section and saw the unmistakable biohazard marking. Adam returned with the coffees and sat down. "I told Tony and Leo I had my doubts about you" Adam said smiling. Ethan was looking at his coffee "What if I was gay?". "Yes, when did you first come here?" Adam asked sipping his coffee. Ethan looked over at Brad who was watching them "Last week on my 18th birthday, what about you?". Adam laughed "About a year ago and usually come along once a month. So did you have sex last week?". Ethan still looked down at his coffee "Yes, but it didn't turn out like I expected". "What do you mean?" Adam asked looking intrigued. Ethan looked at Adam "I was pulled in to fast and it happened so quickly". Adan shook his head "I just wish you had come out to me and I could have brought you here". "I only found out that you were gay the day before my birthday" Ethan said. Adam chuckled "It's no secret, just the bit about Tony and I". "You have a tattoo on your back just above the towel, is it what I think it is?" he motioned downwards. Adam smiled "What do you think it is?". Ethan moved his head closed "Do you have it, the hiv thing?". "Yes" Adam laughed at his shyness "You do know this place is notorious for bareback sex". Ethan nodded "I may have been infected" he whispered. Adam looked seriously "Oh Ethan. Don't worry, if it has happened it is controllable. Don't let it upset you". "But everyone will know now, my parents will flip when they find out" Ethan looked upset. Adam looked at him seriously "Take it in your stride, I won't say anything to anyone, promise". Ethan nervously watched the locker room area "Can I talk to you if I need to?". Adam smiled "Of course you can". Ethan smiled "You know I have fancied you for years, but I don't think we..." Adam cut him off. "Ethan, if anything happens it happens, if it doesn't I still want to be your friend" Adam told him. Ethan smiled "Thank you Adam". "Did you have sex today?" Adam asked looking at him. Ethan nodded "Same guy as last week, he paid for my visit tonight as he wanted to meet me again". Adam chuckled "Is he hot, tell me about him?". Ethan laughed "I think he is hot, tall and muscular Latin guy with tattoos" Adam grabbed Ethan's hand. "Ethan is his name Angelo?" he asked looking concerned. He looked at Adam's face "Yes". "He is not the best choice, sexy yes, but people tend to avoid him" Adam said in hushed voice. Ethan looked concerned "In what way?". "He breeds and moves on, never fucks the same guy twice and shows no interest in them" Adam looked worried. Ethan shook his head "So how come he has fucked me twice?". "You got me there, he must have enjoyed fucking you, I take it you was a virgin?" Adam asked. Ethan blushed "Yes, still never sucked a cock yet" he nervously laughed. Adam shook his head "Angelo owned one guy a year back for several months". "Oh you mean like a relationship?" Ethan asked. Adam smirked "It was no relationship Ethan, the guy was never allowed to get close he just used him for sex". Ethan looked down suddenly he began to see clearly "Explains a lot of what happened downstairs earlier". "What do you mean?" Adam looked with curiosity. Ethan looked around "Three guys tried to force me to have sex with them...". Adam cut him off "I head there was an altercation in the sling room was that you?". Ethan nodded "If Brad hadn't intervened I don't know what would have happed, it shook me up a bit". Adam rubbed Ethan's shoulder "Did they hurt you?" "No, one of them turned on Brad then Angelo walked in" Ethan nodded in Brad's direction. Adam looked surprised "I heard some of the gossip up to the point that Angelo went in". Ethan continued "I didn't see what happened but the tall one fell to the floor gasping for air". "You know Angelo has a bit of a rough guy reputation" he informed Ethan. Ethan shook his head "No, anyway he told the guy never to touch his property, I didn't really understand that". Adam shook his head "Ethan, I think you may have got yourself in a little mess". Ethan looked at him "Do you think I should forget about him?" he asked. Adam shrugged his shoulders "I know Angelo doesn't take no for an answer". "What am I going to do?" Ethan replied almost in tears. "Ethan I can look out for you, I can't tell you what to do but it might be best if you did" Adam finished his coffee. Ethan finished his coffee "Will you come with me back to Harrison?". Adam smiled "Of course I will, come on". Ethan cheered up as they got on the train the walk to the station had seemed to go on as Ethan kept looking over his shoulders to make sure no one was following. It was only five minutes in to the journey when Ethan disappeared to the toilet, he was beginning to feel Angelo's seed leaking out. Adam chuckled as Ethan was also seeing the funny side of it now, on his last return he sat down next to Adam. "What do I do Adam, I am so confused about this now?" Ethan looked concerned. Adam moved next to Ethan "He only has your phone number?" he asked. "Yes, he doesn't even know my name" Ethan replied. "That doesn't surprise me. Has he been violent towards you?" Adam asked. Ethan looked at him "No". "You could just ignore him if he tries to ring or text" Adam replied. Adam stuck his head up looking around the carriage and seeing it was quiet he sunk back in his seat and pulled Ethan in to kiss him. Ethan didn't resist, his body tingled as Adam's lips met his and they kissed for several minutes. Adam laughed "For a beginner you kiss like a lover". "I have only kissed Angelo and sort of followed his lead" Ethan replied blushing. Adam smiled and sat back in his seat "I would love to kiss Angelo like that". Over the next few weeks Ethan tried to put Angelo out of his head, Adam and himself had become friends but never more than stolen kisses and cuddling ever took place between them. Their friendship bordered more on erotic brotherly love for each other. Adam kept his word and made no mention of Ethan's like of men but suspicious eyebrows were being raised whenever they would laugh and fool around at college. The other students noticed that Ethan and Adam had become friends and also at the looks that went on between them before they both would laugh. The final week of classes for the academic year were fast approaching, unfortunately it meant 7 assignments to be done and ready when they went back. Ethan had already decided to forego the 4 weeks in the Hamptons to get all his work out of the way so he could enjoy the rest of the summer break, he and Adam laid on the grass relaxing in the sunshine chatting. "So how are things Ethan?" Adam rolled on to his stomach. Ethan looked at him "Well I haven't heard from him for a couple of weeks if that's you mean". Adam laughed and ran his hand up Ethan's arm "Maybe a good sign". Ethan smiled "Does your boyfriend know you do that to me?". "No I kept my promise, but he has always had fancy for you" Adam responded. "Oh, he is sexy but I don't want to complicate things" Ethan leaned over and quickly kissed Adam. Adam smiled "And that doesn't? People will see you doing that Ethan". Ethan stood up "Maybe they will maybe they won't. I have to head off home". "Already?" Adam sat up. "Yes family heading to the Hamptons next week for a month so spending time with them this weekend" Ethan replied. Adam squinted looking at him "So your not around for 4 weeks?". "I will be, I decided to stay home and get my course work finished" Ethan smiled at Adam. "Do I get to see you then?" Adam asked. Ethan picked up his bag "Yes". Adam stood up smiling at Ethan "Good, I like hanging out with you plus Tony works most days". They walked through Harrison until they went their separate ways, Adam whispered in Ethan's ear 'One day I will fuck you Ethan', Ethan laughed and sauntered off down the road. Adam met with Tony after he finished work for a date night and headed to their favourite Italian in Harrison. Tony sat there looking at Adam "Your distracted, what's the matter?" he observed. Adam put his fork down "I shouldn't tell you this as I promised not to". "Go on" Tony was intrigued". Adam looked at Tony "I bumped in to Ethan at the bathhouse". Tony laughed "No way, did you break him in?". "No, no, no, I caught him red-handed last week" Adam replied. Tony chuckled "So was he having sex with anyone". Adam leaned in "Yes, with Angelo". Tony shook his head "Your kidding me, does he not know about him?". "Not at the time, I tried to tell him about what he is like" Adam moved the food around his plate. Tony looked at Adam "Poor thing, I assume he got the message?". Adam nodded "Maybe, but he has been with him twice now". "Angelo fucked him twice?" Tony said with an astonished look on his face. "Yeah I know" Adam replied immediately. They continued talking about Ethan through dinner until they left the restaurant.

Not sure why I keep coming back and re-reading this post. Still, now that I am poz and now that I have topped a few guys as a "gifted", I find it just as hot as I did when all I wanted was to feel a poz man seed my neg hole. Nobody can every poz me again, but I can continue to launch my own countdowns as I spread my new toxic jizz.

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...