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La Quinta Inn 3: Hector Brock contemplated showering off the sticky mess he’d left to dry on his chest. His rectum was sore and still throbbing from getting railed earlier that night by the last two anonymous men that had unloaded their balls into his unprotected guts. He didn’t know when the next visitor would arrive and didn’t want to leave them waiting. He hadn’t taken down the posts on BBRT and Sniffies with address and motel room number and the door remained ajar against the slide lock that kept it from closing. He grabbed the towel left by the previous visitor and wiped himself and the top sheet that had become increasingly damp from the sheer amount of spilt semen. The smell of cum still lingered in the air and Brock was careful to leave his puffy and tender hole slick and dripping with still leaking fluids. Brock heard footsteps and a knock at the door. He heard the door open and quickly slid the blindfold on again. He didn’t have time to present his ass as an invitation for the visitor to enter him and fill him with yet another load. Then he heard the visitor speak. “Hey man. How many loads you got in you”? “Two”, Brock replied. “Nice”, Hector smiled. “You care if I restrain your legs and hands”? he asked. “I’m cool if you’re not into that”. Brock nodded in agreement although his breath quickened at the thought of some anonymous guy tying him down. He felt the lightning shock of both exhilaration and panic. “Get on your stomach and stretch out your arms and legs”. Hector demanded. Hector saw the slimy trail of semen dribbling out of Brock’s ass as he spread himself out adjusting his cock by lifting his ass slightly into the air, his muscular back muscles tightening to position himself. Hector’s cock jumped in his loose jeans he wore commando at that sight and felt his uncut cockhead push slightly past his foreskin already frothy with precum. Hector opened a small backpack he’d brought and pulled out four leather cuff restraints that could be tied and tightened to each of the corners of the motel bed, rendering Brock highly immobilized and vulnerable to Hector’s particular style of fucking, hard and deep. After securing the cuffs and tightening the nylon attachments, Hector unzipped his pants, stepped out of them and crawled onto the bed. Hector’s uncut cock was 6.5 inches thick and 8 inches long, bent slightly downward, which made it perfect to dig into Brock’s insides and get into him deep. He slid his finger into Brock whose moans of pleasure and anticipation made Hector fully erect but instead of curving up he grew straight out and down. The boy was so wet. He entered Brock easily and pushed himself to the hilt, Brock’s still-taut rectal tissues pulling his foreskin all the way back. Hector let his weight fully rest on Brock as he pulled out slightly and pushed harshly back in making an almost audible sloshing sound. He wasn’t gonna last long. Brock had no ability to push himself up under Hector’s weight. He tilted his head toward his neck so he could breathe better but was otherwise immobilized. The feeling of total vulnerability was foreign to Brock but it felt great. Something inside him buzzed and pulsated as Hector drove his unbelievably thick monster of a cock unrelentingly into him. His cock even under the weight of Hector stiffened once again. Was this three times he was gonna come? And hands free? He felt Hector’s hot breath whispering incomprehensible words, kissing his neck and biting gently. He couldn’t hold it back. He came so hard into the bedding, into the bed seemingly soaking the mattress beneath him. “Oh my fucking God”! Brock cried, as he ejaculated, Hector still plowing into him, seemingly through his guts and into his stomach. “Fuck yeah kid. I love a guy who comes hands free”! Hector whispered loudly into Brock’s ear. “I can feel you tightening up. I bet that load was huge”. Hector sped up his pace. “I’m gonna cum in your ass dude so no pulling off me, k?” Hector laughed knowing full well this kid wasn’t able to wiggle an inch. Hector repositioned himself placing his hands on Brock’s upper back thrusting his hips up and nearly pulling out only to plunge back in again. He was gonna wreck this ass. His breathing quickened, sweat dripping off his brow onto Brock’s neck and head, as he felt his hot cum spew into Brock’s ass, flooding it. Instead of hilting him, he withdrew partly again and plunged in again, hot cum spitting from Brock’s ass frothing as he repeated his jackhammering. Hector cried out like a warrior in victory. This kid was gonna be so sick in a few weeks he thought gleefully. He withdrew wondering if Brock knew what he was in for. He untied Brock and removed his cuffs, packed up his shit and left Brock breathless and sweat covered. Brock lay there in silence, soaked with sweat and jizz. He needed a shower. He needed an ice pack on his cunt and he needed to remove his post and sleep. He was fucking filled to the brim.

5. I let my head fall back onto the bed as Ryan bottomed out inside me and his cock started to pulse. Another hot this load was pumped into me. “God,” he said, his cock still throbbing in me, “I’m going to miss this hot slutty hole. So warm and sloppy,” he slid his cock in and out a few times. “Fuck.” “I’m going to miss your big raw cock,” I replied, grabbing him around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. “Sure you don’t have time for one more?” “That was your one more.” He gave me another kiss. “I have to go to the airport like now.” He pulled his softening cock from my slick hole. I moaned. He kissed me once more, and started to get dressed. I took my time, shaking my ass at him, savoring how horny I made him. Fully clothed he growled and pulled me close, “Alright, you little tease, get dressed. As much as I’d like to pump another load into you and then send you back to your daddies I really truly do have to leave.” He grabbed his suitcase and moved towards the door. I at long last, pulled on my little swim trunks; and walked with him to the door, my shirt in my hand. Out on the sidewalk I came close for one last kiss. “Thanks for a fun week,” I said, grinning. “Thank you for turning a dull family event into a horny week of fucking.” One more kiss, and he hitched his duffle bag onto his shoulder and marched off. I stood for a minute just by the door to the bungalow in nothing but a pair of revealing Speedo trunks, sporting half a hard on. I walked around the other side of the bungalow and made my way to Jack and Danny’s flat. Jack was sitting on their little patio with a drink in hand scrolling on his phone when I walked up. “Your trick of the week heading out?” He asked with a big smile on his face. “He’s checking out now.” I bent down and gave Jack a quick kiss. We kept the PDA to a minimum when there were guests on the property but their patio was fairly secluded and there was no one around. “After pumping one more big load in my ass.” “Fuck boy. My hungry little cum pig.” He ran a leg up my thigh and squeezed my ass. “I’m so full right now too. That was his fourth load today.” “You ready for a fifth?” “Fuck yes daddy!” We ran inside, and instantly stripped out clothes off. Jack pulled the shades and bent me over the kitchen table. He spat straight into my hole and slide his dick into my well lubed ass. We both moaned and he started fucking me deeply. It was a rough fuck, I could tell he was turned on my how loose and accommodating my hole was after a day of use. We both were groaning and panting. I felt drops of sweat drip onto my back, and the room quickly smelled of sex. “Well I just finished checking out Ryan how long do you think it’ll be before the boy’s…” Danny trailed off his sentence as he walked into the room through the hall that connected their flat to the main office. “Never mind, not long at all.” He walked over to both of us. First he gave Jack a deep kiss, and then came around the table to give me as kiss as well. “Were you excited to show your daddies how well used your hole was?” He asked me, staying bent over so we were at eye level. “Yes daddy! Fuck!” I grunted as Jack bucked deep inside me, “I wanted you two to be proud of me and how slutty I’d been.” “Oh we are boy.” “How could we not be proud of you,” Danny kissed me again. “You came here never having taken a raw cock before and now you’re a horny cum slut. We couldn’t be prouder.” “With multiple men’s cum inside you.” Jack roared as he bottomed out and pumped his load into my already flooded guts. “Thank you daddy.” I panted, laying my chest on the table. “You good for one more?” Asked Danny? “For you two… always.” “Good, stay just like that.” Danny stripped off his clothes, and as soon as Jack had pulled his cock out, slide inside my hole. I sighed deeply being full of cock once more, and relaxed so he could use me. Two hours later we were all sitting around that same table having just finished dinner. I was wearing my little speedo again; Jack and Danny were both wearing briefs and nothing else. This was starting to become a regular thing the three of us having dinner together. It was usually proceeded or followed by a hot round of fucking, but not always. I had started to think of it as a family dinner. I liked it. Really, I didn’t have any friends here in Florida yet, besides my boss. If it weren’t for Jack and Danny it would be incredibly lonely here. “I know we said it earlier, but I want to make sure you heat this not just in the heat of a fuck: We really are very proud of you David. How much you’ve grown into this person. We’re very happy that you’re here,” Jack said, putting one of his large hands on mine. Danny smiled from across the table. “Thank you. Its, well, its not something I ever expected but I’m so grateful. I feel like I understand a part of myself, of my sexuality, I never did before.” “We’re glad,” Danny added, “The boy who came here was very cute, but this confident knows what he wants man you’ve turned into is so fucking hot. God! I would never have believed it if someone told me when you got here this is what you’d be like and what we’d be doing.” “No kidding.” I laughed. “When Sarah hired me to come down here I never thought I’d end up the cumdump for two hot as fuck men.” “You’re not just our cumdump though are you?” “I guess not. I do still have Ryan’s loads in me.” “If we didn’t fuck them out completely.” We all laughed. The kind of light breezy laugh that consumes a room of friends who have perfect comfort with each other. “How was it having someone other than us fuck you?” “It was… well I mean it was hot, first of all. You know I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t encouraged me to fuck a guy if I thought he was hot, and I certainly wouldn’t have gone back without you pushing me again. Knowing that you both thought it was hot just added to the appeal. It made me feel powerful to be wanted like that, and in the best way it made me feel like a slut to let him fuck me. I wanted him, and I got him. I liked having that power.” “Its like we told you in the beginning. When you want something, say it. Go after it.” “Are you going to do it again?” “Get fucked by other guys you mean?” “Yeah!” “When another hot guy with a fat cock shows up… you bet.” I said, a cheeky grin plastered across my face. As it turns out, I wouldn’t have to wait long at all. The next day I had a short day at work. It was nice out and I wanted to try and see a little more of the town I had moved to. I drove down into Melbourne and went to a little café. It was cute, furnished with big comfy chairs and little tables. Sunlight streamed in through a whole wall of windows. I ordered a sandwich and a coffee from the woman at the counter, and then I saw him. He was working the espresso machine, just around my height and not much older than me. Given my new-found predilection towards older men covered in hair I probably wouldn’t have given this guy a second thought, if he hadn’t been wearing a tank top that showed off the most spectacular forest of chest hair. He had a floppy mop of sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, and a handsome clean-shaven face. The shadow of a dense beard darkened his cheeks and square jaw. When he moved his arms, he revealed wild thickets of hair, and his strong veiny arms were covered in a long dark pelt. He looked like I imagined Jack and Danny must have when they were my age. This proto bear, a man in the making, a beast that were he a decade older would have fit perfectly into my newly discovered type. The jock I had on under my shorts felt tight as I took the coffee he’d handed me and sat down. Looked back, and caught his eye. He gave me a big full toothy smile before turning back to his work. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The book I’d brought in to read sat in front of me completely forgotten. He caught me looking twice more, always flashing a big smile back at me. I blushed. I tried to turn my attention to my book. Pointedly I stared at the pages, trying to focus, and not leer at this man. I tried to pretend I didn’t see him walking towards my table with the sandwich I’d ordered. “Here’s your sandwich,” he said, setting it down in front of me. I looked up, he was smiling still. His eyes twinkled a little. “I’m Alex.” “David.” “Nice to meet you.” He grinned. “I saw you watching me.” “Oh… I’m sorry… I…” “It seems like you saw something you liked.” That cheeky grin was back. “Well… yeah… you’re… you’re really hot.” “Thanks. I was thinking the same about you.” He was leaning forward over the table a little bit. I could just see down the front of his tank top as he did. The little bit more of his torso I could see was just as hairy as the bush erupting from his shirt promised. My cock twitched. “I’m done here in like thirty minutes. You still gonna be around?” “Yeah… sure!” I felt like I sounded way too eager, but truth be told I was eager. The hunger I felt every time I thought about Jack or Danny’s raw cocks was building inside me looking at this guy. I wanted him to fuck me. “Great! I’ll come find you then.” He shot me another big grin and headed back to the counter. For the next half hour I kept myself focused on the book as much as I could. It was almost impossible though. I kept catching Alex looking at me, and every time that he did I started imaging what his dick was like again. In fact I was day dreaming about pawing at his hairy pecs while he pumped his load inside me when he slid into the chair next to me saying, “All done.” “Great!” I replied. “So…” he gave a nervous little laugh. “Whats up?” I laughed too, it broke the tension a little bit. “Nothing really. I just moved to the area and wanted to explore a little more. I was done for work for the day and thought I’d see what this place was about.” “What do you think?” “Its nice, good food, good coffee… hot staff.” “Glad you think so. Where are you staying? You just moved here?” “Yeah, for work. A friend of mine started this company, and I just graduated college so I moved down here to work for her. She set me up with this place at an extended stay beach side. So I’m living there.” “Nice, what’s it called?” “Beach Palm Hotel.” His face changed for a second, a question passed through his mind and a much more wicked glint came into his eyes. “I think I know it… do you know who the owners are by any chance?” “Yeah. These two guys, Jack and…” “Danny.” He finished my sentence. Now he was grinning. “Yeah. I guess you know them.” “You could say that.” He paused. “Look, I live just around the corner by the old high school. You wanna come round to my place? I don’t love hanging around work after my shift that much.” “Sure!” I said, and packed up my stuff. “Be right back,” he said and ran off to the back room. He came back a minute late with a bag slung over his shoulder. “Follow me.” We walked out into the bright Floridian sun and headed down the block. We chatted a little about his life, he worked at the café and a local movie theatre. He’d been born in Orlando but moved over this way for the beach. After about five minutes we turned into a modern apartment complex. He led the way to the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor. As soon as the doors closed a tension crackled between us again. We were actually alone for the first time and there was a heat forming. The doors of the elevator opening a few moments later was like letting out a breath after being under water. The tension broke, but the underlying energy was still there. I followed him down the corridor and into a reasonable sized one-bedroom apartment. He tossed his bag through the open door of the bedroom and gestured for me to sit on the couch. A moment later having kicked off his shoes too he joined me. “So, do you make it a habit of following strange men home.” He was smiling brightly. “You know I don’t,” we both laughed, “but I figured someone who knows Danny and Jack were probably a safe bet.” “True,” he had moved a little closer on the couch. “I guess then the question is, how well do you know them?” “Pretty well. When I got there, I was the only other person on the property so we got to know each other pretty fast.” “They’re cool guys, and a lot of fun.” “Yeah. We’ve certainly had some fun.” “What kind of fun are we talking.” “I think you know.” We were both grinning, and slowly moving closer together as we spoke. We knew where this little dance was going now. “The kind that ends with you full of their spunk?” “At least once a day.” “Fuck. I love their cocks. They feel so fucking good inside me.” “I know!” Knowing that Jack and Danny had fucked Alex too made him somehow even more attractive to me. I was going to bottom for another bottom. I liked that. It felt, well, it felt like another one upping of my sluttiness. “They were the first people to ever fuck me raw and now I’m hooked.” “Damn. I already knew I liked it bareback when I met them. I found them on Grindr when I first moved here and they fucked the shit out of me. I haven’t seen them for a minute though, guess I know why now. They’ve been breeding your hole.” “I didn’t know I was depriving someone else,” I said cheekily. “Oh, I haven’t gone without. There’s a hot jock one floor down who keeps me satisfied.” We were almost nose to nose now. “He fucked me right before work.” “Damn. That’s hot.” I was imagining Alex on his back, his legs in the air and a hot muscle jock pumping away at his furry ass. “I swallowed a load from Danny while Jack fucked me right before I left for work this morning too.” “So you’re full of Jack’s spunk right now?” “You know it.” “Perfect. I’ve been bottoming so much lately,” he licked his lips, “I’m dying to breed a nice hole.” I made the move, I reached out and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a rough kiss. Our mouths mashed together and our tongues quickly began wrestling back and forth. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me forward and off the couch. Masterfully he shifted us both so I was straddling him. I ground my throbbing bulge against his. “I take it that’s you volunteering,” he said after a few minutes of furious making out. “Absolutely,” I replied. “Use me.” “I’m gonna fucking fill you up. Send you leaking back to Danny and Jack.” “Perfect. They’ll love eating your cum out of me.” “Fucking pig!” “Takes one to know one.” He growled and pulled me back into the kiss. His hands tore at my shirt, quickly pulling it up over my head. I ran my hands under his feeling the thick hair that had drawn me to him. I slid them upwards, while we kissed, twisting my fingers in and out of the pelt. I flicked my nail across a small pert nipple and felt Alex gasp in my mouth. I did it again, and he groaned. His hands were cradling my ass, pulling me up and down. If we hadn’t still had pants on his cock would have been sliding in and out of me. “Fuck you’re so hot,” he said, catching his breath for a moment. “God so are you! I love how fucking hairy you are.” “Got a thing for bears and otters then?” “I didn’t know that I did before Danny and Jack, but now… fuck its all I want.” “Don’t worry. I’m hairy everywhere.” He grabbed me tight, with one hand at my hip and another in between my shoulder blades. In an easy motion he knocked us both backwards onto the couch so I was not flat on my back and he was between my legs. He grinned down at me and pulled off his shirt. Finally, the full expanse of his torso was revealed and he did not disappoint. Alex’s chest and stomach were just one long swath of hair, there was not separation between his perky chest and his tight stomach. The thick band grew uninterrupted from his neck to where it vanished into the band of his shorts. “Told ya,” he said grinning. He undid my belt, and unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my ass off the couch so he could pull them off of me. Then I was left in just my straining jock. “Nice.” Alex said taking me in. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back into the air. My knees came to my chest and my ass was exposed. There was a pause, and then the now familiar sensation of a warm tongue sliding down my ass crack. I moaned as Alex’s tongue hit home and flittered across my pucker. These days it didn’t take much for me to blossom open, and soon he was tonguing my open hole. I felt him flick inside, pulling at my ring. I pushed out a little and heard him make a sound of appreciation. “Fuck, your ass is so open, and warm.” I pushed out a little harder, “And fuck! Full of cum.” He dove back in. Sloppily Alex made out with my hole, depowering the load Jack had pumped into me that morning. “Oh fuck yes! Eat my ass! That feels so fucking good!” I panted. “I need to get these pants off.” Alex said standing up. He undid his shorts and kicked them off. Then turning to face me, slowly pulled down the white briefs he’d been wearing. I was not disappointed. His cock was not incredibly long but it was shockingly thick. I groaned just looking at it. “You like what you see boy?” “Fuck yes! I love being called boy! It makes me feel so slutty.” “Me too.” He got back between my legs and lent over my whole body to kiss me. I tasted my own ass along with Jack’s cum on his lips. The room was starting to feel warm and I could smell a little bit of sweat starting to seep out of his pits. I dragged my fingers down his back, making him grunt. He bucked forward and the blunt head of his fat cock brushed across me hole. I did it again, causing him to push forwards once more. “You want this cock don’t you boy?” “Yes!” “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes! I need it. Fuck me!” “Good boy!” He reached back, lined up his cock with my hole and pushed. His mouth still inches from mine he pressed inside me. We watched each other’s faces melt with pleasure as he began to sink in. Slowly my hole stretched to accommodate his girth, and his dick sunk deeper and deeper in. I moaned feeling the wide shaft open me. Alex didn’t seem to be breathing, his just pushed slowly forward. His steady deliberate pace soon forced his entire throbbing rod into my hole. “Fuck your dick is so fat.” “Yeah. You like that raw otter dick?” “Oh my god it feels amazing.” “Fuck yeah it does. Shit your hole is so wet. Its like fucking velvet.” “Use me. Fuck my ass.” “Good boy!” He pulled out slowly, holding himself above me, and then pushed back in at the same deliberate pace. He worked his cock in and out of me with long powerful strokes. It had my legs shaking. It felt so good, I felt so full. His cock was so wide that I felt like I’d never been stretched this much before. Alex leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue was more gentle this time in making its way into my mouth. He was savoring this. I kissed him back, and wrapped my legs around him holding him inside me. He arched his back and kept thrusting his cock in and out. I felt like putty. I could tell my face was flushed. I grunted into our kiss with each thrust of his dick. Very suddenly Alex shifted our weight and, falling backwards, dragged me on top of him so we were back in the spot where we had been making out. Only this time I was impaled on his thick shaft as we kissed. I tucked my knees under me and started to ride him. I bounced up and down on his cock picking up the pace. He had been getting me used to the substantial girth now I could easily take him. I rode him faster and faster, slamming my ass back down on his cock harder each time. We were both sweating now. Alex put his hands behind his head letting me ride him. I dove forward lapping at his bushy put while still forcing my ass back down on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned, and brought one hand to the back of my head, holding me in his put. It smelled amazing. I swirled my tongue through the thick hair pulling the salty sweat taste out. Alex pulled my head out of his pit and dragged me into a wet kiss. He sucked his own sweat from my tongue and he started to buck his cock up into me harder than ever. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. I felt his breath change as I pressed our chests together. He was starting to pant. I felt like his cock was getting even thicker as he approached climax. I clenched my hole tight, gripping his cock as hard as I could and then releasing. He moaned, and his cock gave a powerful throb. I did it again, and again, milking his cock until finally, he threw his head back and forced his cock balls deep inside me. His entire body tensed with the force of his orgasm. His cock pulsed deep within my guts and a river of cum was pumped into me. Trickles of sweat ran down my back as he came inside me. We were both panting. Alex’s eyes were squeezed tight shut. His hands shook a little. It took a long time before his blinked slowly back to the conscious world. I was flooded. He had clearly needed that release. He smiled at me, and then kissed me softly. “That felt fucking amazing,” he said in a hoarse voice as he caught his breath. “God, you came so much.” “I told you.” “It feels so good.” I squeezed his slowly delating cock with my hole. He moaned. “Yes. Oh fuck. Can I…” he laughed a little, “Can I get your number?” “You’re still inside me and you’re thinking about the next time?” “You’re damn right I am. Fuck! Your ass felt so good, and you take dick like a champ. Next time I get in the mood to top I’m going to fill you up again.” “Good.” I kissed him again and then carefully dismounted his cock.

You posted this in the sexual health section, not the backroom, so I’ll answer you. On September 14 of this year, I’ll be a nine-year AIDS survivor, that being the anniversary if the day I was released from the hospital where I came as close to dying from HIV as you can without actually doing it. And I’ll start by saying that that does not make me a member of some goddamn “brotherhood” of people who love their disease. HIV is the Enemy. What was progression like from pozzing until the (damn near) end? Mostly a big suitcase full of nothing to speak of, because I never knew I was positive until it has already progressed to AIDS. There were signs. My seroconversion illness was severe, and put me in the hospital for a week while they treated my symptoms, but the test for HIV came back false negative, so they assumed it was some nameless virus that I got over, and sent me home. I did not, therefore, begin ART when it could have preserved my immune system. Three years passed, in which I had no clue that I was being eaten alive inside. All I knew was that I was gettin progressively more and more tired during the day at work, to the point that I finally had to start lying down on the floor of my office to regain enough energy to continue. Trips to the doctor showed anemia and drops in B12, which might have raised flags with my GP, had he been more aware of HIV. He wasn’t. I did test myself for HIV a couple of times during that period, though there wasn’t a lot if reason to; I wasn’t feeling sexy enough, and didn’t have the energy, to play. The at-home tests I took both reported negative. False negatives. So it wasn’t until late July of 2014 that it all caved in. I got pneumonia. Then, as soon as I recovered, I got it again. Because I no longer had an immune system. That was followed immediately by fungal meningitis, accompanied by the two small strokes that nearly ended my life, and whose aftermath I still contend with today. You want to know what the progression is like from pozzing until AIDS ends you? You’re asking the wrong fucking question now that AIDS isn’t a death sentence. The “progression” keeps on progressing once you survive, and it ain’t pretty. It’s meds, and side effects, and body changes, and forced lifestyle changes, and doctors, doctors, needles, needles, and more needless, everlasting test after test, because the Enemy is in you, Sweetcheeks, and they can’t get it out, and it will try to kill you every fucking day you let it. And the “progression” never feels like progress because every. single. day you get reminded that you have HIV. Every day. Because every single day you have to stop and take a pill to keep yourself from dying. There’s no choice. None. If you choose not to treat the disease, you will die. It’s just a question of how soon, and how miserably. If you’re looking for someone’s account of how wonderful and transformative it was for them to contract a debilitating, life-twisting and ultimately life-ending ailment, I think it’s important for you to know just how deeply shitty it actually is. I stand in solidarity with every survivor fighting the Enemy to stay alive and live some semblance of a normal life. But I am nobody’s “poz brother”. Fuck that noise.

It's been almost 4 years since I ended up in Toronto and although I've done well professionally, I was still not doing so well personally. Relationship wise, nothing remarkable had happened. I had a few relationships here and there but I found that I was not really ready to commit myself into a life of monogamy that includes mortgage and monotony. The guys were great but they were predictable. The last guy I was with, Devin, begged me to take him back after he caught me piston fucking someone from my running team on our sectional sofa, in the middle of the living room. We had only moved in for about 5 months and things were becoming stale. I thought that I could just not go through the talk and just show him how the effort I've put in our relationship has dissipated. Yet, he persisted on forgiving me and we've come to a sort of open agreement that he was quite happy with, even though I was getting around more often than him. Devin is a shorter than me at 5'8, I'm 5'11. I turned 31 last month and Devin, though smaller than me is 33. He's built stocky and evidently, spends more time at the gym in sculpting his physique. Naturally, I'm blessed with a swimmers figure and try to run when I can. Devin's conservative Vietnamese upbringing had always fascinated me, but it grew him out to be sort of prudish, believing in a very heteronormative way of life. Him suggesting for us to be polyamorous rather than straight separation was better than his greatest fear of being alone. I could only do my best. It is also quite obvious at this point that I was always the top since Devin's glutes were made of gold. He could mount me and make me cum quicker than most guys I've fucked. I was lucky to have a piece of ass like Devin, but there were times where I too wish to get plowed by a good old fashion cock like I could when I first came out of the closet. When Devin said that we could bring other guys over, the smirk I gave him was probably the most authentic emotion I've expressed to him in a while. "Even if he tops me?" Devin stared momentarily and nodded. "Only if you do it in the other room" I've only gotten fucked twice since I started seeing Devin. Sadly, it was the same guy from work who now had changed cities. He was also on the downlow with a fiancée back in his home town. It had been almost 9 months since. When I started to explore my sexuality, I've always seen myself as a total top, but the first time I bottomed, I knew it had to be cherished for a few people. The man who impaled me for the first time was a T.A. I had back in Queens, Rostam if I remembered correctly. A doctorate student from Iran. His juggernaut sort of arms held my broad chest from behind in an inescapable lock, penetrating himself into me in a rhythm that we both danced to. I still remember how massive his girth had expanded my hole into another dimension. I could only push myself back against him as it was impossible to move any further. With his other arm, he held my waist to guide me in following his pace. It was one of the longest fuck I've had, and the most memorable. I was lucky that my first time bottoming was fucking incredible. Not only that, It was also the first time I came without touching my own cock once, as his careful gyration was also making orgasm gliding up and down and finally, to the point of no return. I can still remember his pants and heavy breathing close to me, as he rested his chin on the right side of my shoulder, grazing it with his smooth facial hair. I felt him caressing my ears, teasing me with small bites at the lobes, whispering how great I felt and how he was going to come inside me with his warm load. I had no fear of being bred, even if I wasn't on prep. The moment he had reached climax with his final exhalation, I too froze with him in that moment and noticed how my cock had been leaking before ejaculating slowly. Though I hadn't come much, the orgasm I felt was once in a lifetime. Since then, I prefer to top rather than bottom but when the opportunity arises, you bet I'm going to take a cock like a good boy. Only if the guy was a fraction of how Rostam was. The DL coworker I had was well endowed, though far from what I desired. The weather was getting warmer and it seemed that we were now in Spring. It was Friday night and Devin had plans to go to the bar with some people from spin class. I brushed by him quickly before he left to tell him that I might have someone over. He only pecked me on the cheek and wished me a good evening. We could've argued and I sensed it in him, but I'm sure we both don't wanna waste any time. 15 minutes to 9 PM and I open the apps for the first time that day. Devin had left around 8 and if I plan it properly, I could be done by 12, or earlier and minimize any potential guilt that would happen if Devin sees me with someone else. The grid was messy as always, littered with ads. They get worse with each update and yet I come back. 10 minutes after I reached my scrolling limit and hopelessly put my phone away, I got a tap notification from an profile with only a pic of his torso, wearing leather harness, framing his chest with tits, both pierced. Age, 52. Name: Ludvig. In normal circumstances, I'd be picky, and go for guys around my age, but I was already exhausting myself with second thoughts and was feeling adventurous, assured in taking the plunge like I had before, especially when I found myself reminiscing the good fuck I had in my youth. I began the conversation with a "Hi, how's it going?" "Not bad, just looking for company tonight. You have nice eyes." "Thanks, do you have any photos yourself?" Immediately I received 5 photos. The first was him in leather chaps, probably the full photo of his prof pic, with his head now shown. He was tall, almost 6'2 and was slender. Buzzed clean cut with a sharp widows peak. At the centre, a septum piercing. Eyes were hollow, with dark iris and despite his weary figure, his lower body was lean and he remained muscular above, especially at the arms. The next photo was similar, but arms now crossed and showed volume. His expression was also more sinister, naughty maybe. His smile was seductive yet eery. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't turned on. Strange given that my preferences usually don't align with the likes of this man. The third was him lying on his bed, nude and legs apart. He had a serpent for a dick. It was thick and was comparable to my own palm. I couldn't imagine gripping it. There was even a can of lager on the side of his thigh for comparison sakes. The icing on the cake was the bright golden P.A. at the tip of his member, curved and shiny thanks to the reflection of the flash. He was leaning against a bed frame, in a nonchalant manner while maintaining his gaze to the camera. His mysterious expression seemed to brought out a sort of force which compelled me to desire him. The fourth picture was him in a leather jockstrap, with only his back shown. A scorpion tattoo centred right below his neck, with both claws spreading on his lats. The tail, trailed down to his spine, ending with its sting pointed before touching the waist. Above the head of the scorpion, the numbers 1996, arched in gothic style. Physically, his back was more defined and sculpted than his front. He had a similar kind of V frame as me though his massive arms had also balanced his torso symmetrically, giving the tattoo a perfect fit. His ass was firm, and resembled solid buns with little fat and thorough edges, just like the other parts of his body that was thin and weary. Perhaps it was the effect of age and my lack of experience with elder men that lead me to these observations that might seem shallow, though I was not discouraged in the slightest. The fifth, which I assumed was his way of saving the best for last, was not a photo of a video compilation of him, fucking a few guys, probably 8 clips in total, all ranging in shape, size but similar in my age. The duration was almost 18 minutes. I felt as if skipping them was a disservice. In each subsequent clips, all of the bottoms shared a look of ecstasy and submission that he was verbally instructing them to follow. He was not just commanding, but encouraging the bottoms on how to accommodate him. Clearly, his size tested some of their patience but his manner of speaking was gentle and careful but also at times strict if they flinch. They were like animals that only he could tame. Some of the guys were also spanked and whipped, much to their approval if they attempted to escape his grip. Each guy, Ludvig rode had rode with their full willing submission. In the clips, each of them begged for his load, even the ones who taking it with pain and each time before he came, right at the peak of his final thrust, he would never fail to ask the bottom if they're ready for his special gift. None denied or tried to move. They all accepted and slammed themselves into him while he tightly lock himself on them, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. When Ludvig pulled out, after momentarily resting himself in them until he turns flaccid, the camera would pan to their back, legs now spread tilted up to show the loads that would ooze out the his load. It was always full, never missing in its trail across their scrotum till it reaches their tight balls, dripping from above and onto the sheets without fail. If Ludvig was generous, he would scoop the load and feed the bottom. Only in one clip did he felch a bottom out, holding his head with both his hands after, nodding him to open his mouth and telling him how good he was before releasing the load drop from his mouth and onto the other. String of cum in weblike fashion would be seen as they make out. Why was I turned on from seeing such filth? Secretly, I envied watching how satisfied the bottoms were. Even after getting bred, they were still in lust, begging him for more, only for him to pat their face saying soon, boy, soon and how they'll all be part of the family if they want more. They all had the same expression, eyes dilated, agreeing without a thought and filled with a carnal craving that was slowly forming inside me. I replied "Wow, hot pics. Got me really horny tbh." "I'm sure it did. You have that look." "What kind?" "The one that is desperately craving for a cock like mine" I had to take a moment to think of a reply. I really felt flushed and collected myself before sharing my location. "How soon can you be here?" "Give me 30." While I waited, I realized how I couldn't recall the last time I felt this excited and nervous in hooking up with someone. Even the first fucks I've done behind Devin's back, I felt little remorse or shame. Perhaps because he was coming over, but I've had my string of guys here before. Perhaps it was also the first time I was going to bottom in years, and that the excitement could be from the guys getting fucked by him before. It was my turn to be one of them whispered my thoughts intrusively. I had no desire to wear a jock, just a pair of briefs. The balcony door was slightly ajar, letting the daft in. I found a bottle of poppers in Devin's side of the cabinet. All kinds of brands but same effect nonetheless. Surprisingly, I douched easily with close to no waste. It was a sign that my body had been ready before I was mentally. I tidied the guest room and took out some towels. The poppers were placed at the side table and I took a glance at myself in the mirror, wondering how this night will be with me on the receiving end. My ass is nothing compared toDevin, but it was peachy enough. Bigger than most twinks and barely sagged like most dudes. I then lied on the bed and tried to position myself in different ways, figuring out which would make me feel the most comfortable though I knew deep down that it wouldn't be my decision to make on how I would lay. I even tried to arch my legs up, lifting my ass like the guys Ludvig had fuck did, fantasizing how that would be me in a few hours. A notification popped out from my phone. One text from Ludvig. "Are you open to partying?" "Depends. What kind?" "T." "Never tried it. I don't smoke though" "You don't need to." "Sure" I've heard of T but I never gave much thought of it. From what I've seen they're those who are functional and those who ruin their lives when it comes to crystal meth. The substances I've done in the past, illicit or not can look like a grocery list, but for what it's worth, I never found myself succumbing into dependence and total depravation. Plus, excluding anything that requires smoking has probably kept me safe from many. Snorting, on the other hand makes my nose bleed which I find to be not worth it. Within minutes of replying, I heard the intercom. I buzzed him in from my phone and took out a few cans of beer. When I heard the knock on the door, I gulped and made my way. Each step I made to the door felt long, and it's as if time halted because my thoughts were now racing more than before, in a mixture of lust, desire and admittedly, fear of who I'm about to let in. It's the plunge, I keep reminding myself. The lock turned anticlockwise and I pulled the handle to open and face Ludvig. His photos did no justice in showing how tall he was as I felt a shadow swept cased on me when the door opened. I looked up to his gaze, the same sinister gaze which I now can see being naughty too. He smirked and said Hello, nice to meet you Andy. He put his hands on my shoulder we embraced in a sort of hug. I had not expected it. It was electrifying to say the last. Feeling the rub of his body against mine while he was clothed and me only in a robe. I asked him if he'd like any drinks and asked for Gatorade. I never drink it, but I knew Devin always has them. We made our way directly to the guest room where the TV was showing a sort of screen saver and the only source of light was a bed lamp that sat next to the bottle of poppers. We sat on the bed and funnily enough, there was an awkward silence as my excitement had also froze me from behaving normally. "I feel like you don't do this often, do you Andy?" "No, it's been a while. I mean, fucking other guys is fine but it's been so long since I bottomed" "Really? Why's that?" With little thought, I blurted how the first time Rostam fucked me made me avoid bottoming and how I'd only do it if I could experience it the same way. How being with Devin also was a factor and how watching the videos brought out a primal urge that I never thought I had. It's as if I started to feel something again in terms of my libido, like it has been resurrected since Ludvig texted me even though it hasn't even been a day. I rambled like a gun was placed on my head. Ludvig nodded and understood, absorbing my confession and holding my shoulder, before pecking me and telling me how we could start slow and see what I like and what I don't like. I threw the robe I wore across the room and Ludvig took of his jumper, now in his tanktop and black jeans. He then paused to grab his bag to search for somethings. "Your briefs look good but I'd like to see you in this" In his hand was a pair of white jocks that seemed used, a bit grey now with its texture hard as if something had dried on it. The band was barely elastic but it was still in good shape. "I always fuck my boys in this. Makes them feel special." I had no hesitation and stripped accordingly. Pulling it up, it also felt a bit moist, though the band secured my waist perfectly and in the mirror, my ass looked better than with the briefs. On closer inspection, I noticed there was also some dyed out writings done in black market, something I couldn't make out. Ludvig was now impressed and pulled me into him, arms engulfing me as we continued to kiss and play with our tongues. I was never this experimental in my foreplay, but Ludvig had me take his spit and lick his armpits, acts I've never done before which I did with no qualms. For some reason, it felt natural for me to listen to him. He too returned the favour and sniffed my pits, devouring it before reaching for my lips to turn my tongue inside out again. "Do you have the gatorade?" I passed him a bottle and he unscrew the cap, pouring a small vial of a colourless liquid. He took a sip before telling me to gulp it all. I knew I had been compelled the moment I looked up at him. The foreplay we began with came to a halt when Ludvig unbuckled his belt and instructed me to turn on my back. He pulled his jeans off and naturally, he was in commando. With only a metal cock ring in place, I finally saw what I craved for. It was perfect and still flaccid. Thick and uncut. His balls too were massive and freely hanging off, whispering me to throw myself into it. The P.A. too was there, now studded in silver. In an instance, Ludvig grabbed my limbs and used the belt to tie me up. "This won't take long, Andy, trust me." I now faced the ceiling with my arms and feet held right above my stomach. In my attempt to show my obedience, I barely moved and remained still. Another vial, bigger than before was now in Ludvig's hand and I felt my hole being touched. How it has been too long to have it played. Tenderly, Ludvig brushed with his thumb and teased it in by pushing in, but never fully. I released my first moans of the night, repeatedly saying woah and dude in intervals. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap, causing me to yelp. The slap had reached most of the nerves around my hole. "I'm not a dude, Andy. I'm Sir Ludvig. You are only allowed to call me by my name or title, is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." The moment I felt those fingers again, I had forgotten that I had felt any pain. Still tied, I could only look above and caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing, preparing the vial carefully. "This might sting, but I promise you it's worth it. Bottoms up, Andy." Ludvig dived into my hole, rimming me for a split second to further tease me before inserting his index fingers and pushing my sphincter apart. He did it quick and rough, scratching my insides a little. The liquid from the vial poured into my hole and what felt cold at first, became prickly and warm before settling in me. The belt was pulled off from me and was now hooked onto my neck like a collar. Ludvig pulled my head to his crotch, burying me in the bushy, warm cock that will soon be in me. I gave my best in sucking his cock. I caressed his balls and worshipped it. Ludvig was a grower, not a shower as I didn't expect how big he would be as he got hard. At each stroke I try to take, I had to put in more effort. I could sense the girth challenging my throat. Ludvig never stopped to tell me how good I was and how consistent I've been. "You've a strong will power, don't you know that boy? Not that often I find boys like you going in for the kill" I could only nod as I did not want to risk my focus on having his cock. Ludvig was also right, I managed to fully take him in my throat, as painful as it was and even if I was on the verge of tears. I did it. Ludvig pulled out of me fast, instantly relieving myself. I caught my breathe and held it. A strange new sensation now came up on me. Holding his cock, I look up to Ludvig, who was now grinning more than before. A look of accomplishment I could see in him. "You're feeling it now, Andy. Don't worry, let it in." I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew I was feeling better. Euphoric, even. As if I hadn't felt any sort o pain in the past hour. My body felt as if it was hit by a wave of pleasure that didn't seem to stop any soon. When I look at Ludvig, I felt different than before. It's as if I am now at his disposal and that my only purpose is to satisfy him. My ass was also tingling and in need of a cock, Ludvig if anything. My wants now became needs that had to be immediately satisfied. Any sort of stimulation could do. I stopped thinking straight and was now behaving in a way where my desires were now paramount. The primal urge to be fucked was now palpable in me. I grabbed Ludwig after giving his cock another lick and when I looked at him in the eyes, asking him when he'll be in me because my hole was now in frenzy. He laughed and kissed me, telling me soon boy soon. "Now lie on your back again" I obliged and was tied again. Not as tight as before, my legs were spread wide, hindering any kind of movement that would allow me to close. I could feel my hole exposed in the air and I heard the sound of a camera shutter coming from Ludvig's hand. "Very nice, Andy. Memories we can look back. Your first time and hopefully, your first of many...." I could only smile as my emotions were now at an all time high. Beads of sweat formed on my temples, dropping across my face. I tasted one of its salty drop running by my lip. My armpit was also perspiring. Ludvig didn't lose a chance to sniff into it while he was examining me. The sensation I feel going through my body didn't once change and my purpose at that moment was to satisfy him and only him. The phone was now mounted onto a tripod diagonally from the bed. Now behind me, Ludvig took a while to observe me, drenching now in silence. "You are very obedient, aren't you Andy? You don't make much noise. I'm very much impressed. Quiet and full of dark desires. What do you want now, Andy?" "I want you to fuck me Sir, please. I don't know why but I know I just need it. Give me your cock, cum in my mouth or ass I don't know." I now know that I had been spun in that moment. Did I have any regrets in what I said? Not even once. "Ah but I do have to say that you can be quite impatient. You crave for my load in you? It's very potent if you must know.." "I don't care. Fuck. I know you're poz. Do it. Poz me. Give me your strain" I knew this was going to happen. The minute I saw the third pic I knew I wanted it. I just needed that push from Sir to admit it. "Well well well, how forward of you. Now that makes it easy, doesn't it? No hints or whatsoever, just verbal communication" "Yes, Sir, please, I've said what I wanted, just do it. Woah, haha" Another wave of pure pleasure hit me again, I couldn't stop saying woah in my breathes, feeling more elated than before. "You've reached another level now, Andy. I think it's time." Without any warning, I felt the sharp beard diving into my hole. I ascended into heaven when the rimming started. Ludvig's stubble now amplifying the nerve around my hole. I felt his tongue pushing in and out of me. His spit was the only lubricant that was needed. He took his time and I was able to control my breaths and notice how spun I was. For a good 10 minutes, my pants was complimented by the sound of my hole being slurped. "Relax now, don't be to stiff" My limbs were positioned to the bed's edges and I could only look straight. Ludvig placed himself on top of me and brushed his hands on my back, pressing it before coming down close to my ear. His head was now right behind mine and he was squeezing both my arms that were hooked. I was immobile. He too was sweating and I felt his warmth while he was close to me. "You know Andy, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite often, don't you think so?" "Yes, Sir, I'd want that." "Your desire, to have a part of me, well I don't think we can achieve that tonight, but we can start somewhere. You want to join the family?" "Fuck yes, Sir." "Man you really are eager. Don't worry boy, we'll welcome you with open arms. You don't know how luck you are to get a strain like mine." "A strain from 1996?" I was still breathing heavily, full on sweat, feeling Ludvig's weight on me, skin to skin. "Damn fucking right it is. You'll promise me that you're going to cherish it won't you? Only poz those that want it? Keep it exclusive. We're only 7 left today." "I'll be the eighth, Sir?" "That's right, lucky number 8. Youngest one too. You'll fit right in with the rest." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate it." "No no boy, thank you." Ludvig lifted himself up and started to rim me again. This time, there were more fingers. Before I even knew it, I felt the cold metal P.A. resting on my hole. "Ready for my poz load, Andy?" "Oh fuck yes Sir, poz me please." The first thrust was smooth and swift. My eyes popped and another wave of ecstasy ignited in me. Ludvig only mustered a satisfying "Oh!" before finding his bearing and perfecting his pace. Each stroke felt as if the right notes were played in working my orgasm. The pleasure was still, never any higher or lower. It was exceptionally better than the first fuck I had with Rostam. The rush of adrenaline I experienced had changed everything. For almost an hour I surrendered my ass to Ludvig. Every 10-15 minutes, I could tell he was close to coming, but he would restrain himself and gripped down onto me, killing the plateau. I didn't realize how much precum he had released into me until I felt the warmth of it, leaking like water. Feeling his precum made me more impatient for him to breed me. I needed the thick gooey poz load in my guts, asap. I was determined. I attempted to rock my ass upward for Ludvig and move my legs in a similar style I would when I swam. This impressed Ludvig who was now catching up with my pace. We were in sync in the heat. His body against mine was spectacular. Soon, my efforts weren't in vain as I felt Ludvig now repositioning himself to further go deeper in me. I easily took it and continued to rock my hips upward. I felt his arms now gripping my waist, trying to control me from pushing him further. With his other arm, he gripped my head and whispered. "Wow, you're a fucking champ huh? Soon boy soon we're almost there" I only replied with Yeah yeah yeah before dropping myself back on the mattress and putting my thrust to a stop. Ludvig continued. "What do you want again boy?" "Your poz load Sir" "Are you sure boy, you want this gift?" "Yes Sir" And with that, Ludvig's heavy breathing turned into a deep moan which sent me in overdrive. Although I did not ejaculate, I felt the climax. I felt my insides being coated by each rope of load that Ludvig released into me. Viral loads that could seal my fate like him. Another moan came out from him and by now he was resting himself on me, holding me tightly like he had with the other boys. His warm load in me felt fucking amazing. If I could live in that moment forever, I would. Feeling him on top, right behind me as I remained tied was my way of serving him, satisfying him. I hope I had that night. Soon, I could feel how full I was when Ludvig was exiting. My ass was a jug that could barely hold the volume of load that Ludvig had deposited. Ludvig climbed off from the bed, and searched in his bag for a plug. It popped with close to no resistance. I now lie on the bed, still spread. Ludvig dried himself with the towel and unhooked me, then pecking me to tell me how good I was. I just nodded and my eyes remained dilated. It was 11.15 and I still felt like I wasn't done yet. "You want more, do you?" Ludvig asked me in a cheeky way, as if he still has more to offer. "Yeah, but my boyfriend's coming home soon." "Why not ask him to join us? I can call some friends and who knows, make this into a party" "He's not the kind. But give me some time and I'm sure I can convince him" "Hmhmmm. Whatever you say, boy. Don't let someone stop you from pursuing what you truly want" I moved forward to kiss Ludvig and before you know it, we were making out. "Slowly, this time, shall we? More tender.." Hearing him say that convinced me that I'm set to be poz for him. I tried to control myself from spinning and allowed myself to let him take over me. We were now more mindful and no longer filled with haste. We caressed and I reached out to his pierced nipples, nibbling on them before turning my head up to reach for his kiss. I now lie on my back, legs spread for him. He cupped my ass, cradling it by placing a pillow below to pull the plug out. I had absorbed most of his load though the plug was moist, and automatically, Ludvig cleaned it with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss. Face to face now, I lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder. His heavy arms cushioned my calfs. We were both still heated, sweating less than before but never missing that moist sensation when our skin was in contact. This time, we both made no noise. Ludvig hoisted me at an angle he preferred, and for the second time, he fucked me with a different kind of passion. Being able to see him thrusting himself into me was beautiful. He looked me in the eyes with every push he gave. I steadily held onto him, repositioning myself at times. The first load was still leaking but we didn't care. As Ludvig was about to come for the second time, he told me how his VL isn't that high. He told me how he really wants me to meet the other guys and that I could have an official conversion. I could only look up to him and nod, knowing he understood I was willing. In his final thrusts, I heard the sound of the main door being unlocked. I didn't care if Devin walks in. Hell, I had zero shame if anyone else saw me right there. As Ludvig reached his climax, I caught Devin taking a peak through the door. We made eye contact. He looked as me as if he didn't recognize me. In an instant, he was gone. I felt the jets of Ludvig's load in me again and I loudly exclaimed my gratitude, hoping Devin would hear. "Thank you Sir for giving me your poz loads" "Anytime boy, anytime." I looked at myself now in the mirror, still in the used jock that Ludvig brought. Tonight, I've contributed a part of me into this jock and it too has served me its purpose. The bedsheets were drenched all kinds of fluids. Slowly, I could tell that I was coming down from the high. It was almost 2 and Ludvig had to go. There was a cumdump not too far taking loads all night. "That could be you, if you're part of our family. Look at this" He showed me the published ad, some boy in his late 20s, white probably, in a black jock and a baseball cap. The truckers would probably go to town with boys like that. It was quite tempting to imagine myself like that. I could, but I knew it had to be on my own terms. After Ludvig left, I cleaned as much as I could and spent the rest of the night watching porn, with little success in getting hard. I didn't care at that point. The fact that I got what I wanted was all that matters.

An observation I've made when it comes to consuming T is how night becomes inseparable to day, blurring the passage of time. I was about to finish watching the 4th bareback movie that was streaming. The sky was now turning blue. I had to frequently look at the clock to grab myself onto reality. Around 8, I heard noises from the kitchen. Before heading there, I looked at myself in the mirror and was pretty impressed at how I clean myself up. I couldn't do much bout the eyebags, but I did a good deep clean of myself after Ludvig left. Devin didn't have a clue how spun I was. As I approached the counter, Devin turned to prepare some kind of health bowl he's routinely makes every morning. I asked how his night was. "It was alright. Not as much fun as you had I suppose." I smiled and asked him if he was cool with what happened last night. "Yeah, it's nothing. Part of the deal. But I'm curious though. Why were you asking him for poz loads? That's fucking sick." Unbothered and aided by what's left of the T I had from last night, I told him frankly bout how I enjoy fucking and getting fuck. Bareback. I explained how I had no plan on going on prep and that sexually, fucking poz dudes get me off. I elaborated further how he wouldn't understand since he never really opened his mind much in the bedroom, and that the sex we've had was plain vanilla. It was his ass that made up for the cracks we've had. I didn't want to argue with him so I told him that it really is best if we split. Silence with no response, Devin head to the room with his bowl. I opened the app and saw Ludvig was online. I asked how the cumdump was. "Nothing to brag. They're always the same. Advertise themselves as being piggy or raunchy but would never let someone piss in their guts" "Sounds hot." "You like that?" "I don't know. Maybe." "You're one of a kind aren't you?" I didn't reply. He probably had things to do and I was still horny. I changed into a clean pair of jocks and running shorts. With a fruit of the loom hoodie over my tanktop, I thought maybe I should go for a quick jog to try my chances in the woods. Nothing defines homosexuality than the classic activity called cruising. Unlike before, I decide to offer my ass instead of my cock. First time for everything. The leaves were now thicker and the branches no longer empty but slowly forming into foliages that would make one invisible when entering the park. Most of the trees were high and the placement of the bushes sporadically made it easier to mind one's own business. A larger than usual crowd was present at my usual spot. Around 15 men, just spread out within a 500f radius, some trying to stay incognito behind a tree. Others, in between bushes. In the middle of this hidden part of the park, a tree had fallen, breaking in half. Mother nature blessed us with more privacy and by the looks of it, I could drop my pants while I held onto it. It was hidden conveniently. One had to be at a higher level, probably above the side hills to get a proper view of the fallen tree. Determined as I was, I crawled through the fallen branches and paced myself close to the tree, inspecting it and testing myself by gripping it with my ass backed out. With nothing else to lose, I pulled my shorts down before gripping the base of the tree. My legs were spread and pushed up. Anyone could bent me over to drop their load and I wouldn't know how they look like. I don't even care how they look like. It was still early and there were barely any noise. I stood and gripped myself firmly and still. Not too long later I heard footsteps accompanied by the movement of the leaves that had fallen. A few twigs being stepped on and sounds of branches swinging to allow any passerby. I then felt a warm hand on the right side of my ass. Then, both. My ass was kneaded, and fingers protruded in me, causing me to arch my back further like how a a regular bottom would. Soon, my hole was greeted by a smooch that turned into a tongue. Now I felt something. I was still facing forward with no desire to see who was behind me. My hole was wet and ready from how good of a rimjob this faceless figure behind me had done. Feeling the tip of his cock, I braced myself and squat down onto it. I heard a low "Holy shit" from behind and stayed in my original position. The cock was long, though thin. Taking it was painless and I barely felt satisfied. The best way to describe what had happened was as if a hotdog was thrown down the hallway I call my guts. The fuck didn't last long. When he was about to come, I sensed that he was exiting out of me but I quickly grabbed himself into me. Feeling him come in me still left me an impression though. That last moan of relief gets me off so bad. I sensed that there had been other watchers when I heard more footsteps encircling the broken tree. When the first guy left, cum dripped from my hole like a faucet, giving god knows how many people there were a special rare view. Shortly after, I heard footsteps creeping behind. Still faced forward, I paid no attention. I felt some fingers pushed into me, releasing more of the load the first guy had left. I also heard some slurps. What a fucking pig I thought. It was hot nonetheless. My expectations grew bigger for the next guy. I felt now felt hands cupping my ass to lift my calves higher before allowing myself to be felched. The slurping sound coming from my ass getting ate was the only noise coming from the area we were in. I enjoyed every moment of if. After I expelled all that I could, my back was arched again. This time, I felt like I was being impaled. The cock was thick and longer than the previous one. The fuck was longer too. Each thrust felt functional, like it was actually building up toward something. The second guys' hands was also coarse and big, firmly holding both sides of my waist. The moans I hear was also louder. "What's a lil slut like you doing in the woods this early with his ass out?" "Getting loads from guys like you without knowing how they look like." "Oh you like that?" "I'd rather not know than be disappointed" "A bratty bitch aren't you?" His thrusts were steady with little hiccups. He knew how to fuck and all I want was to get his load. I even started to moan, feeling the right spots he hit, deep and steady in me. "You know I'm positive, never medicated once. You like that? You want me to stop?" "Nah, don't think of stopping. Give me that load." "Shit, you sure?" "Oh I'm sure alright. Come on now, no turning back." "Aight" A few more strokes in me and finally he came in me. I felt the warm load in me this time, much to my satisfaction. Although he started with a felch, he left his load in me without any further thought. Drops of cum was now sliding down across my right leg, touching my knee and finally my ankle, before meeting the edge of my sock. I could take 3 more guys. The third anon that approached me took some time. The first spectators were probably bored and left, or were disgusted and left. I turned my head back for the first time and saw 5 guys. 2 were kinda old, older than Ludvig I'd wager and the rest were probably in their 30s or 40s. DL vibes all around. I glanced at each of them in the eye, raising my brows before repositioning myself forward. There was no assplay with the third guy. I felt his tip and his girth. It was thicker than usual and not as long as I'd hope though what he lacked in length he made up in dilating my hole. He had to properly position his cock toward my hole to ensure that it popped without fail. I thought the cum I've had would slide it off, discouraging him but he knew what he was doing. In only a single try, he entered me, successfully making my hole bigger in his thrust. I felt a different sort of sensation from taking him, the girth had inflated my insides like never before. You would assume it felt like a butt plug but it wasn't, there were movements that were identifying certain pleasure points that I didn't know. I was now barely conscious, surrendering myself the ecstasy of getting my hole plowed. His pace was not too fast nor slow but careful for the fear that he would've popped out of me. What I originally saw in the mirror in my briefs, the ass I had that was tighter and guarded for certain people was now gone. I was still holding myself onto the tree, back arched for easy access. The third guy was still at it. I had little complaints. "Damn dude, you're so tight." "Nah man you just have a mason jar for a dick" "Still fits like a glove" "Yeah, don't stop. I need your load in me." "Oh you're getting my cum alright" I felt a few more thrusts in me before mr. mason jar froze himself, gripping himself onto me as he shoots his load. The exhalation, the grip, the warmth of the cum up in me, these were what I now craved. Each time is different. I finally feel a sort of weight had lifted off from my shoulder once I've come to terms with this newly found epiphany that I enjoy getting bred. With his arms now unclenched from me and his trousers zipped up, I fixed my position for the next guy. 2 more, I told myself. The sun was now getting brighter and only 2 spectators remained. From the looks of it, I doubt they would have the guts to approach me. I didn't mind though. I was still facing forward. I tilted my head to the side a bit to get a glimpse of the main path and saw a cop riding a bike doing his round. With where I'm at, I didn't think I could be seen so I stayed. It got quiet for a while and I was about to call it quits when I heard bike movements coming through the leaves, closer to where I was. It was too late for me to pull my pants up for the moment I turned, a cop had halted his bike right across from me. The spectators had probably run. "Well what do we have here.." I was in my jocks, no shorts with my hoodie still intact. Technically, I wasn't naked. "Just some fun in the woods, you know.." "Fun? Or public indecency?" "Whatever you want, officer.." I can tell that he was starring at my leg, noticing the dried cum trailing intricately. I looked at him in the eyes, slowly turning my waist to grab my ass. He was quite cute for a bike cop. Maybe a cadet. Was in shorts, with visor and a helmet. Blue eyes and some freckles. I turned myself to expose my hole, fingering it and letting more cum out of me. The cadet didn't say a word. "I... I have to.." "You have to try my ass, that's what you want to, officer" I turned my back to him and returned to my original position. The next thing you know, his fingers were exploring me and he humped himself against me with a hard on that was desperate to leave those shorts. I helped him unbuttoned and he looked into my eyes, grab my head and went for a kiss. I was initially reluctant though I gave in for fear of getting arrested. He then pushed me to the ground, grabbing his crotch close to me. I gladly sucked it. I can tell a guy like him didn't get around much. He got hard quick and not even 4 minutes I was on his cock did he tell me to stop. I stood up and he turned my back around. With the cum still coming out of me, he lubed himself and pushed himself in me. It actually felt good. It had a curve that was hard to find these days. Length was above average, girth as normal as it can be. It was the Goldilocks kind of dick I needed before I put all this to a rest. He lasted quite some time in me. With each thrust I could hear his badge dangling from his vest. He tried to control his moan but it was obvious that it proved to be challenging. I wanted to give him an unforgettable experience, so I started gyrating myself onto him, turning the pitch in his moan higher. All he could say was yeah yeah yeah. I mounted myself onto him, grabbing his back into me as I guided him to thrust into me. Then, I arched myself doggy style to fully give him my hole which he finally found comfort in. He was in bliss. The boyish smile he had, in addition to the freckles on his cheek made me conclude that he couldn't be older than 22. "I'm about to come" "Then come. Don't be shy" And just like that, he came. His moans were now loud and authentic, repeatedly ending with shit shit shit. I will never get tired of the sound a man makes when he reaches climax. Even if I wasn't fully into it, that second I knew someone had come, especially if it was in me, I was whole. The cadet put on his attire, stared at me, and told me to not come around the area again. "When can I then?" He was now on his bike, changing the gears before answering. "Anytime before 8 AM." My walk home was peaceful and still. I knew what I had done, the loads I took, the crime I sort of did. I kinda felt accomplished if anything. Having random loads in me was satisfying. It gave me a sense of purpose. I got home right before 11 to an empty house. I took a shower and opened the apps. There was a message from Ludvig that I missed after I left him hanging. "Are you free tonight, Andy? I was telling my friends about you. Do you want to hang with us?" No hesitation I sent back "I'm not doing much. Why not? I hope I don't disappoint them." "Oh I doubt that. They're not just friends. They're family." An address attachment was the last message Ludvig sent. I stared into the map apps for a while before planning what I was going to wear.

Part 5 Both of us were high and horny as hell from the joints we kept smoking and the beer and booze we kept drinking. The sounds of raw man-on-man sex from the dvd that was playing egged us on even more too. I was slurping noisily on my little brother's hard as nails leaking cock, letting the precum pool on my tongue then swallowing it only to have it quickly replaced by more. This guy leaks precum constantly and tasting it only makes me hungrier to taste his full loads of thick jizz sliding down my throat. Chad's dirty talk mixed with letting me know how good I was making him feel fueled my desire to please him and make this night one he'd always remember. That thought made me grin around his pulsing cock as he slid it in and out of my mouth. It was time I told myself to start making the night “special”. I pulled my lips off of my little brother's slick hard cock and watched it smack against his hard abs, hearing the “thwap” sound of flesh hitting flesh. Chad looked down at me, his face flushed and his eyes a bit unfocused, and his sexy beautiful smile even more attractive as he was enjoying his sex high. “Mmmmm bro,” he mumbled as he ran a hand over my sweaty head. “Your mouth is frigging awesome! You had me close to feeding you my cum. Why'd you stop?” I slid up on the disheveled bed to lay next to him. We moved our mouths onto each other as we kissed intensely. Breaking the kiss I reached down and took Chad's hard cock in my fist and slowly started to jack it for him, causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back on the pillow and say, “Yeah, Lance. Jack that dick. Work another load out of your little brother's cock for you to eat.” I lightly kissed his neck and said, “Oh don't worry little brother. I'm gonna work loads and loads of cum out of your nuts tonight. And I'm gonna make sure you get lots of loads of your big bro's married cum.” “My big bro's married cheating incest cum,” he groaned eagerly. His filthy talk about our ta*boo sex always stoked our libidos. “You know it, buddy. All you want. But before we start the next round I have something I want you to try. It'll make everything we do for the rest of the night hotter and more fun than ever.” Saying that, I got off the bed and walked over to my gym bag even as Chad raised his head and opened his eyes asking me what I was talking about. My hand easily grabbed the pipe, torch and one of the many plastic bags I had made sure were packed before leaving my house to come here to the hotel. I turned back around to face Chad and walked to the bed, my cock harder than just a couple of minutes ago as my excitement grew thinking of the effect the tina would have on Chad. I hoped he'd be willing to take it and was pretty sure he would, but the slight doubt wouldn't be gone until I saw him blowing clouds. I climbed back onto the bed and put my back against the headboard indicating for Chad to do the same. Finally he asked, “What's all that, big bro? What are you up to?”, giving me a lusty smirk. I started my answer in a round-about way. “You remember when you were out of town for a few days a couple or three weeks ago? And how we talked on the phone every day and both of us were telling each other how horny we were to have sex together?” Chad was lazily stroking his dick and gave me a leer. “Yeah, bro, I remember. Both of us were saying we had a major case of blue balls,” he chuckled. I smiled at his wording. “Exactly. So we both said we'd have no problem if either of us hooked up with somebody until we could get together again. Hell, we're not exclusive, right?” I laughed knowing how much we both needed and enjoyed sex. “Sure, sure,” Chad said, his gaze more focused now that he realized I was working up to something he'd like. “You told me about the hot trucker you met and played with and how good the sex was with him,” he continued. “Matter of fact, big bro, I think you said it was great as fuck, not just good.” We both laughed as we could feel the sexual tension in the room growing. I held up the items in my hand to give Chad a closer and better look. “Yeah, it was,” I answered, “and this was a big part of why,” I said as I gave the small plastic bag a slight shake. Before Chad could ask I told him it was tina. “Ever heard of it little bro?” “Yeah,” he answered with obvious excitement in his voice. “Never tried it but I've heard it is some wild sh*t for partying and fucking.” “Like you can't imagine!” I replied, the excitement in my voice matching his. “The trucker introduced me to it and little bro it was fucking out of this world how hot and sleazy it made the fun with the trucker. I want us to do it together. Let it make everything tonight wilder, dirtier, and hotter than ever.” Chad had taken the bag from my hand when I offered it to him and was now looking at it closely. I felt my boner throb and my asshole twitch. With a mischievous glint in his eyes Chad looked up at me and said, “We've had some damn good wild, dirty and hot fun together, bro. And this will make it all even nastier?” “Hell yeah it will, little bro!” I said reaching for the baggie as Chad returned to stroking his dick. “Let's do it!”, he answered. “Show me, big bro.” From the plastic baggie I took 3 good-sized shards and put them in the bowl of the pipe, like the trucker had shown me. They made a nice pile that should give Chad and me quite a few hits before there'd be a need to refill the bowl. I resealed the baggie and placed it on the bedside table then turned back to meet Chad's eager face as I moved the torch under the bowl. “So,” I told him, “the shards of tina go in the bowl and then we heat up the bowl making them melt and start to smoke. It's the smoke that does it. We inhale it once the bowl is full of white clouds, hold the smoke in for a little bit then blow it out. It starts to hit real quick once you blow out the smoke. I'll do it first and show you,” I said, bringing the torch to life underneath the bowl. As my sexy naked little brother watched I heated the bowl, the shards melting quickly and filling the bowl with the swirling white smoke I had quickly learned to crave as the trucker had coached me and made sure I had all I wanted. A quick thought ran through my mind that tina wasn't the only thing the trucker had introduced me to. But I didn't let the thought linger as I put the stem of the pipe to my lips and slowly began sucking it in. I took deep inhales, emptying the smoke-filled bowl twice before taking my lips off of the pipe. Holding my breath I looked at Chad who was following every move and jacking his cock with one hand and playing with his hard nips with the other. Not able to hold my breath any longer and knowing this was going to be a big cloud I let the smoke escape between my parted lips, blowing it right into Chad's face. Damn! It was the biggest cloud I'd blown yet I thought. But then of course I HAD taken a big-ass hit knowing that Chad watching. “Hot fucking damn, big bro!” Chad let out, making it clear he was impressed and turned on. “Watching you blow that smoke out got me horny as hell!” “You ready to try it, little bro?” I asked handing him the pipe. “You fucking know it!” he said as he took the pipe from me and put it between his lips. My hands were trembling in anticipation and excitement as I put the torch under the bowl and lit it. “Keep sucking it in until I tell you to stop, okay,” I told him as we both watched the bowl fill with smoke. He nodded as he began inhaling. “Consider this one of your graduation gifts, little bro,” I whispered as I watched the beginning of his transformation and corruption. (to be continued)

We were now in Mark’s living room. He sat relaxing in a chair, his legs up. My mouth, as usual, was wide around his asshole. My tongue fluting deep and licking around the inside of his hole, I strove to please him as best I could. But truth be told, I was getting a little tired. It was now nearly 2 in the afternoon and we had been playing for more than 12 hours. After the incredibly intense rough fuck with the giant annihilator dildo, we had rested a bit. After Daddy smoked a cigarette, he leaned in and began talking to dirty and playing with my hole with his fingers, taking me just to his wrist before pulling out and lightly flickering his fingers inside my hole. “You love it when I use you, don’t you?” he whispered, “You like it rough now don’t you bitch?” He began using one of the smaller dildos on my hole, the Mike Branson Falcon toy. The Branson was always the toy he started the night with. But rather than use it to open me slowly and gently, now he fucked it in and out, probing my depths and pulling it out in one go before pushing it in hard. I was loving it, feeling the thick dildo just enter my second ring, but my high was wearing off. I later learned Daddy was testing my hunger, seeing how much I still needed to get fucked. Turns out the need was still very much there. He had awakened my inner pig like never before and I still craved his abuse. After at least 1/2 hour, Daddy pulled the toy out and stood up. “I have to make a work call,” he said, walking out to his living room and closing the bedroom door behind him. I could here him talking, but didn’t really hear anything as I stared at the porn on screen. Daddy came back in the room a few minutes later, an odd smile on his face. He lay on the bed and smoked a cigarette. He then abruptly got up, grabbed the crisco, and said, “Follow me, boy.” Leading me out into the living room he settled comfortably in the big chair that was opposed the door to the apartment. “Serve my hole boy,” he growled. And so here I was, in Daddy’s living room, my tongue starting to ache from unceasing efforts to please him. I leaned back to catch my breath and give my tongue a break, when I heard a quiet knock on the door. I startled and started to turn towards the door. Mark reached up and forced my mouth back on his cock, “Don’t worry about the door, boy,” he grunted, “Service me.” Fearing one of his slaps, I opened my mouth and pleasured him, my tongue fluttering around his semi-hard cock head as I took him deep. Daddy leaned back. “Come in, the door is unlocked,” he said quietly. I heard the door open and someone stepped into the room. What the fuck, I thought? I was buck naked, my ass in the air on display for a total stranger, someone Daddy wouldn’t even let me see. Daddy addressed the stranger, “Get comfortable and join us.” I resisted the urge to turn my head, and just kept sucking. I heard rustling that sounded like someone removing their clothes, the zip of a belt being pulled from a pair of pants, a dull clunk as shoes were removed and dropped to the carpeted floor. After a few minutes, a heard a lighter and saw reflected flame flicker and a few seconds later I smelled smoke. It was an unfamiliar smell. After the stranger apparently finished their hit, I heard them pad up behind me and drop to their knees. Within seconds I felt the stranger’s fingers enter my hole with practiced ease. The fingers were large, two of them the same size as three of Marks. As quickly as they dipped in, the fingers were gone. I heard something rustle, and then fuck, four huge fingers of someone’s hand were buried almost to the hilt in my butt. I grunted in surprise and my head shot up as the fingers moved inside me. That grunt turned to a deep moan as I felt the beginnings of a familiar burn. The man’s hand was so large, he was toying with my inner ring without even having his whole fist in me, pushing what felt to be 2-3 big shards of crystal right into that place where Mark had done the same hours ago. I immediately arched my back as the burning and pleasure mixed, the sharp pain of the shards’ payload starting to detonate in my cunt. As my boyhole switched from burning to hot need I automatically started to back up. With one hand buried and moving in my ass, the stranger used his other huge, calloused hand to stop my ass from taking more of him. He moved that hand from my behind me, and wrapped it around my throat, pulling me up against him. With my back arched, because his other hand was still buried with a good part of his palm buried inside me while he toyed with my insides, I was pressed against the chest of a big, muscular man. The bottom of his face was near the top of my ear, the growth of his beard scratching the my head where he touched it. “Your Daddy asked me to give you this gift, baby boy,” a deep voice growled in my ear, “But he said I couldn’t fist you yet.” The stranger started licking and biting my ear, running his large tongue around the side of my head, licking my sweat. One hand was wrapped tight around my throat, squeezing lightly, holding me in a powerful grip. His other hand continued to flutter and flick, toying and teasing my ass, driving the burning need the shards had created. The stranger withdrew his fingers abruptly, still holding me against him with his other arm. He stood in one, powerful, athletic motion, bringing my throat and therefore me with him. I stumbled and struggled, and for a few seconds I was hanging in the air by my throat, my 140 pound frame swinging. I chocked and stumbled, my hands grabbing round the man’s big arms, and quickly regained my footing. The stranger spun me around like a toy and I was eye level with a powerful chest. Those caulloused hands, one of them greasy with the Crisco dripping from my ass, roughly lifted my face to look him directly in the eye. “This is your Daddy Bill,” Mark said, puffing on yet another cigarette. I glanced over at him, he was stroking his meat, apparently having enjoyed the little show Bill had just performed with me. As I turned my attention away from Bill, he grabbed my face roughly and turned it back to him, moving my lips upward where he delivered a crushing kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, his body so much bigger than mine that it felt like even his tongue was stretching my mouth, molding my body to accommodate him. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around the big man, as he kissed me, fucking me with his tongue, with one hand he held my face and the other was already roaming my body, squeezing my back and waist, stroking my butt, his big calloused fingers dipping into my gaping hole. I could feel the man was solid, much taller than me (maybe 6’3”?), and his body felt great. I had already felt that he had pretty big arms, when my hands would barely fit around them as I held on for dear life as he powerfully pulled me into a standing position. Now I felt the hard flat stomach, the powerful legs, and what felt like a very hard, muscular ass. Abruptly the make out session ended, as without a hint of effort Daddy Bill put a hand on each shoulder, forcing me to kneel in front of him. As I did so, I was face to face with his cock. A powerful scent of precum drifted from his cock to me, drawing me in and I began to lean in but Bill stopped me, pulling my face up towards him and I got my first real look at him. P Bill was a handsome man. He was very tall, powerful arms, flat stomach, and his legs were as big as they had felt. Probably in his late 30s, he had reddish brown hair worn a little long, almost as a mullet, and white skin. His arms and neckline were tan, but the rest of his skin was pale, slightly reddish in color. His face was square and handsome, the deep voice hinting at a Maryland accent. “Your Daddy Mark here has told me all about you, boy,” Bill said, his voice roughening into the growl of an apex predator, “I know he’s been training you rough and deep, and he thought I’d enjoy spending this Saturday night with you both. Would you like me and your daddy to work you over boy?” Did I want that? Fuck yes I wanted that! To answer him, I just opened my mouth and leaned into take Bill’s big beautiful cock in my mouth, drawn in by the musky smell that was driving me wild. My world exploded in pain before I closed half the distance to his cock, as one of his big hands wrapped around my throat, and the other delivered a brutal slap across my face. Using just his thumb, he moved my face so I was looking up into his deep brown eyes. “My boys answer me right away when I ask them a question, is that clear?” Stunned, in pain, and seeing stars, it took me a second to realize that this was a question too. The sight of his big hand in what remained of my peripheral vision about to deliver another slap that finally woke my brain up. “Yes, that’s clear,” I managed. Still holding me by my neck, Daddy Bill firmly said, “And my boys always address me as sir or Daddy, so yes, what, baby boy? “Yes, daddy, that’s clear,” I answered. Using just that one hand around my throat, Daddy Bill pushed me down so my face was directly under his cock, looking up. My eyes filled with the thing that had become the object of my deepest desire the minute I saw it—Daddy Bill had a very big, very beautiful, cock. He was one of those relatively pale-skinned men whose cock and balls are darker than the rest of their body. In high school there had been a boy with jet black hair and white skin whose cock and balls were much darker, a light blue-black that matched his hair nearly perfectly. Daddy Bill’s probably Irish or Scottish ancestry and his slightly ruddy complexion meant his cock as a dark reddish pink. His balls hung low, the size of extra large eggs. Perfectly oval, I wasn’t really attracted to balls, but right now, the way this man was taking charge of me, all I wanted in the world was to bathe those big balls in my mouth for hours. Bill was a tall man with big hands and big feet, naturally broad shoulders and was the kind of man who was immediately muscular the minute he reached puberty. I later learned he was from Hagerstown, MD, played some high school football, and did a stint in the Marines. Serving in the Marines while closeted had given him some pretty specific issues that he liked to work out through kinky sex, especially on willing twinks with a taste for big cock and dark desires. Bill was like a new drug for me with his confident masculinity, muscular body, and dominant way of treating me. I was surrounded by beautiful gay men every day of my life in those days. But they were nearly uniformly version of my boyfriend—privileged boys from comfortable upper class backgrounds who were successful in life because their parents were successes—or like me and Daddy Mark—small town boys from rural backgrounds who excelled at life because we needed to get away from the suffocating religious and social pressure of small town life. And his body was different, too. My body was taut, my muscle tone forged from a lot of aerobics. I had just started to try to build muscle so I would fit in at the dance parties and so I could pull hotter men at the bath houses I had only just discovered. But I was still very much a skinny twink (and lucky for me, Daddy Bill loved twinks). But me and all the other gay men I knew sculpted our bodies at the gym. Working first one muscle group and then the other, we built our bodies artificially, because our day jobs only used our minds. Bill may have gone to the gym—I am sure he probably did when he played football and when he was in the marines—but his body was hot now as the result of work he did ever day delivering for a local liquor distributor. Those powerful arms that could pick me up in one motion by the throat—those were powerful from loading and unloading kegs of beer all day. That big chest that so excited me when I was pressed against it—it was big because he lifted crates of hard liquor every day. Likewise those powerful legs, that muscle ass, and that hard, flat stomach were all the result of spending hours using his leg, core and glutes to lift in his job. But the big hands, the big feet, and the big cock that was increasingly become the center of my universe? That was just a gift from God. After letting me taste his precum, Bill used one of his big thumbs to open my mouth. His cock hung low, brushing my lips. He hung about six inches, semi hard like now But soon it would grow to a solid 9.5 inches of rock hard white muscle cock, almost as thick as my wrist. I would get to know that cock very well over the next 24 hours. But for now, I was still to be denied his cock. After lightly brushing the big head around my wide open lips, smearing his precum, Daddy Bill reached down with both hands, hooking me under the arms and bringing me upright to stand in front of him. Over my shoulder I heard Daddy Mark say, “Bill, come relax in this chair so my boy can serve you.” As Daddy Bill turned me around, Mark got up from his chair and stood next to both Bill and me. “Glad you could join us Bill,” Daddy Mark said with a glint in his eye, “I think we can say that as I suspected, my boy really likes you.” Bill pressed me back against his chest, and leaned in to give Mark a light kiss. “Well. I guess it’s lucky for him your boy he likes me,” Bill said darkly, that huge hand squeezing my throat again, “But it wouldn’t matter either way to me. If he didn’t, we would just bring him in line like we did the last boy.” I shivered, rubbing my ass back against Bill’s hardening cock. Mark leaned in to my ear, and in a deathly serious whisper said, “Bill here is gonna make you hurt, make you hurt bad, and then we are both going to fuck you so deep. But a little slut like you will love it, won’t you cunt?” I looked into his eyes, black from the lines of Tina I vaguely heard him doing in the few minutes I had been focused on Daddy Bill. I shivered again, I was afraid. Mark had already taken me places I didn’t know I could go. I trusted him to push me but also keep me from permanent harm. Trusting him had freed me several times just tonight, so I looked him in the eyes, and said, “Yes, Daddy, please, give it to me.” In a few minutes I was on my knees, Daddy Bill lounging in the comfortable chair in front of me, Daddy Mark behind me with a small arsenal of ass toys and a big tub of Crisco.

Chapter 53: My Decision My dad was overjoyed when I told him i wanted him to poz me. We both actually cried over it. He told me I had no idea of how happy he was, and I said the same. I expressed how happy I was that it would be from him. He explained how difficult it would be to hide from mom, but we'd work it out somehow. He suggested that we share the news with my friend and his dad over dinner. My dad booked a small private room at a the camp restaurant as he wanted us to have our privacy. When we arrived to the room, two buckets of champagne were waiting for us. The room was dimly lit, and very romantic which was perfect. There were two separate tables set up, but we put them together to make one. Each dad sat next to their son. Although I was anxious to let them know my decision, I told them I wanted to wait until after dinner to announce it. The dinner was an amazing 4 course dinner. I told my dad I would make my announcement just before desert. When the desert arrived my dad told our waiter that we would like complete privacy. The desert was served, and once the waiter left, dad said it was getting hot in here, and suggested we all get naked, which we did. I was nervous as fuck, but announced that I desired to be pozzed, but by my dad. Dad immediately kissed and hugged me as my friend and his dad did the same. My dad then took the cover off the desert, and it was a beautiful white frosted cake with a red biohazard symbol on top of it! My dad then said he would mark my ass tonight, but not the way I thought. He told me to squat over the cake, so the red icing could be seen on my ass. I did as instructed and the other three then licked the icing from my ass. My dad then cut the cake in half, and said he and I would jack our last negative loads onto it, and my friend and his dad would jack their poz loads on their half. Once we all unloaded, dad and I ate the poz load cake, and the others ate ours. Once finished, we headed back to our cabinand my dad and I both flushed our meds down the toilet, while my friend and his dad went out to infect.

Part 16 I gasped loudly and took a deep breath as I felt Kevin's hard thick shaft sliding slowly and nonstop into my just-fucked hole. Not so much from pain, although there was some briefly when he first entered. I gasped mainly from the feeling of my asslips being stretched wider than Drew's cock had done. Kevin's cock was thicker than Drew's and I was immediately feeling the difference between the two. Despite the discomfort though I quickly felt the pleasure of this new experience of being opened so wide and so full of cock. I had felt totally stuffed when Drew was inside me but this was completely different and I relaxed my hole all I could to give Kevin an easier entry. “Yeah, buddy, that's it. Open up that cummy hole and take my cock,” I heard Kevin growl in a deep voice. “You are so damn tight man! Feels so good around my fat dick. You're liking it aren't you? You're liking your cheating ass stretched wide with another dick, huh?” I was jacking my dick furiously as Kevin sank further inside me. Covered in sweat and finding it hard to speak much I looked at Kevin and groaned out, “Oh gawd yes! I'm loving it! Your dick is so thick! Aw yeahhhhh!” I felt something in my hole that I hadn't felt when Drew was fucking me. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt great and I moaned even louder, rolling my head from side to side surrendering to the sensations. “I just breached your second hole, Justin,” Kevin informed me. “I see it on your face that you just felt it. I'm all the way in fucker! You got all 9 inches of me in your fucking married hole man. You got it all!” The fingers jacking my cock stretched down between my legs and I felt the base of the thick meat buried in my guts. I felt the hairy nuts against my ass knowing that their load would be emptied inside me before long. I was eager for every drop! “Full,” I mumbled. “I feel so full.” And then Drew's voice close to my ear. “You are full Daddy. Full of another hard bare cock that's going to fuck your sweet partyed-up married ass until it explodes and fills you with more cum. Mixing with my incest cum already inside you.” “Aw fuck yeah!” I panted. “More cum. I need more cum in my fucking hole.” “And you're going to get it Daddy. Lots more,” Drew continued as he knelt next to my head and rubbed his wet sticky cock across my cheek. “In both holes,” he said as he pushed his cock against my lips. “Open up Daddy so we can give you two dicks, one in each hole.” I moaned in heat and hunger and parted my lips as Drew fed me his turgid meat, all the way to his balls. We both groaned at the feelings of sensual satisfaction. As I began moving up and down on the dick in my mouth I felt Kevin move his cock slowly from the depths of my ass. “Suck that cock Justin. The cock that just fucked your ass and came in you. Makes me need to fuck you and give you my load too. Get ready man for another breeding!” Finishing his words I felt him ram his whole pole back inside me, knocking the breath out of me. I screamed in a mix of surprise, pain and pleasure but with my mouth full of cock it was nothing but a muffled sound. Kevin didn't give me time to get used to his much fatter and longer cock. He just kept thrusting in and out, in and out, again and again setting the nerve endings in my ass on fire. I don't know when it happened but at some point I realized his deep relentless pounding was feeling good. Better than good. I managed to spread my legs open a little more. “Fuck yeah, dude,” I heard Ryan say. “Spread your legs wide open Daddy Justin. You want all of that fat cock don't you?” I mumbled a “yes” around the dick filling my mouth. “Yes we know you want it Daddy,” Drew said as more of his precum leaked down my throat. “You can't get enough dick can you sexy? Or enough cum or fuck smoke,” he whispered pulling his engorged spit-soaked cock from my lips. Panting I took his shaft in my fist and told him – told them all – that he was right. I couldn't get enough of any of it. I wanted more. Suddenly I saw Drew's hand holding the pipe as he offered it to me and lit the fire under it. I sucked hard and deep, just like Kevin was fucking my greedy manhole. I didn't think I could get higher or need cock and cum and ass more than I already was, but two fresh hits off the pipe had me begging for Kevin to fuck me harder, to make Drew's Daddy Justin their cum slut. It was as if somebody else was talking as I heard the filth coming out of my mouth, but I knew I meant every word. Kevin grabbed my shoulders and leaned down to shove his tongue in my mouth. We slobbered in each other's mouth as his cock moved even faster in and out of my ass. Finally, Kevin pulled away from my lips and with a look of wicked pleasure on his face said, “You ready cum slut? Are you ready for another hot load of jizz to flood your married guts?!” Pulling on my hard nips I returned his look and cried out, “Yes! Fuck yes I'm ready man! Cum in me, Kevin! Please breed me stud! Give me your fucking seed!” Kevin rammed hard back inside me and bellowed and screamed as I felt his cock unloading deep inside me. “You're getting it you hot fucking pig! You're getting every dirty drop! Knocking you the fuck up!” As we both howled in carnal pleasure I was vaguely aware of Drew saying, “Yeah Daddy Justin. Take his gift. Take it all.” I was too focused though on Kevin's cock and cum to give a second thought to Drew's remark. (to be continued)

my Sweet Latinon FB just left. Was a surprise visit, although it's always spontaneous. But 0930 on a Monday morning was not even on my radar. Was walking out the door to go have a late breakfast on a non work day for me, and my phones starts buzzing and His ID comes up. He told me He had a break in 30 minutes and asked if i could be ready... i look at my watch and my only concern is being prepped in time for Him... i always want Him. So i scramble out of my clothes and into the shower to clean out, and worried i would not be ready in time. i fear for the time i'm just to fast and miss something, i don't want Him to experience anything but pleasure and release. Not altruistic lol, it's just that all my pleasure is connected and dependent on my Tops, i'd rather go without sex if the desire and pleasure is not mutual. He was on break, so it was a quick breed. i've gotten the impression before that He cums fast, and usually multiple times. i have never minded a fast cummer, to me that just emphasizes a Mans desire, which is awesome to me. Still, He keeps fucking after He comes, and i'm never sure if He is doing it for me or Him? Like He feels like He has to give me a longer fuck? i've told Him in a subtle way before that it doesn't matter to me how long He takes, not sure He feels that way on His own though. He left happy and sated, and i feel nothing but high and happy as well. To me, mutually desired/needed breeding with a Man has nothing to do with time, it can be 30 seconds or 30 minutes, as long as it's real, i get pregnant from Him.

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

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My head worshipped the head of Daddy Bill’s big, thick cock, nursing on the steady stream of precum he produced, my tongue flickering on the tender spot below the big piss hole. It seemed to be completely hard now, and had gone from reddish pink to glowing red. Engorged with blood, it was so hard it slapped up against his powerful stomach when he instructed me to let it go from my mouth. And instruct me he did. I had learned that to please Bill I had to do what he said to do and do it immediately. Any delay would mean a hard slap to the side of the head, a brutal punch in the gut, or a slap on my ass so hard I could glimpse the clear imprint of his big hand like a shadow on my ass in the mirror on Daddy’s bedroom door. I had been worshipping Daddy Bill’s cock, balls, and ass for hours now, Mark was behind me with his fist buried in my guts. It started here in this room, my nursing first the head of Bills cock, then as it began to be engorged taking the hole long pole down my throat, his hands in an iron grip on the side of my head. Once early on my teeth grazed him too hard. That was the last time I did that—Bill lifted me by the throat, Mark’s fist slipping from my ass, and gut punched me twice. Sitting me down again on my knees, he then slapped me. “Watch.” Slap. “Those.” Slap. “Teeth.” Slap. In one fluid motion he opened my mouth, and slid my mouth hole down on his shaft, made even harder by the abuse he had given me. Mark said nothing behind me, just slid his fist back in and went to work. It seemed like hours of me my nursing on Bill’s cockhead, then deep throating his rock hard shaft, then nursing on his balls while he jacked his cock above me. The entire time Mark was worked my ass with his fist, slow fucking me, never going very deep, then fucking me slow with his clenched fist. He would speed up and slow down, teasing my inner ring but never going through. When Daddy Bill tired of me working on his cock, he pulled aside his big balls,and instructed me to lick around his asshole. After a few minutes of this, he commanded “Eat my hole, baby boy, get your tongue in there and worship me.” Just as my tongue entered Daddy Bill’s ass chute, tasting his sweat and funk mixed with the tangy metallic taste of the cocaine he had been smoking all night, Daddy Mark slide his fist through my inner ring, claiming my submission. I moaned and felt Daddy Bill pull tightly on my hair. “Keep that tongue in that hole bitch,” he growled, “Fuck him deep Mark.” Mark gave a grunt of acknowledgement, and continued to slowly fist my inner hole. It was very hard for me to keep all of this going at once. Any exhaustion my tongue and mouth had felt earlier had been wiped away by just how much Daddy Bill’s body and cock turned me on. The big shards he’d used had set my ass on fire again, and Mark’s slow and teasing fisting had kept the fires banked hot. Now, though, I was having trouble keeping my tongue active while Mark did things to make me groan and cry out. I quickly learned to keep my tongue buried in daddy’s chute to please Bill while making whatever noise Mark elicited around that buried tongue. Driving a bit deeper with one hand, Mark gave me a rare moment of kindness by steadying me by my now hairless armpit so my tongue would stay put on Bill’s ass while Mark’s other hand probed deeper. I was shaved from head to toe now. One of the lessons I’d learned about Daddy Mark was that he was into age play, and part of that was that his boys were always twinks and that they were always hairless except for their eyebrows and the top of their head. Not long after Daddy Bill arrived, he and Daddy Mark had taken me into the bathroom. We all got into the shower, and I made out with both of them while they bathed me, pulling, slapping, and biting all over my body while doing so. Mark even fisted me lightly in the shower, Daddy Bill holding me with a big smile on his face, cock rock hard, as I hissed in pain, the only lube being the crisco left inside my asshole, Mark’s dry hand scraping my asslips as he gently fucked me. After they finished washing me, I knelt on the bathroom floor, face against the cool tiles, and Daddy Bill filled an enema bottle full to bursting with warm water. In one motion he speared the hose deep inside me while letting the warm water fill and fill and fill my guts. As I began to whimper as the giant enema stretched my somewhat sore hole, Daddy Mark cut me off with his tool down my throat. Holding me firmly, he pissed a streaky stream of potent chempiss down my throat for the first time that night. I struggled, the taste acrid and harsh, but Daddy Bill just gave me one of his bone jarring hand spanks, causing my hole to tighten around the enema tube and push the huge enema deeper into my guts. “Take what your daddy gives you, baby boy,” Bill said, while above me Mark sighed in pleasure as the pressure on his bladder released into the mouth of the sex-starved twink he had made. I nearly lost track of time then, for after I released the enema, and both daddy’s worked on shaving me, keeping my mouth occupied with whichever cock or ass they demanded I worship while their hands rubbed shaving cream, scaped my hair away, and wiped my body clean. I only knew where I was now, here,having a hard time keeping up with my duties to worship Daddy Bill’s asshole while being deep fisted by Daddy Mark. Sensing my fatigue, Daddy Mark pulled out of my ass. “Let’s take a break,” he said, “We want this boy to play longer, not pass out.” Daddy Bill stood up, grabbing me by the arms and lifting me up (his demands for total control rarely involved my doing much moving of my own volition). He wrapped one hand around my throat, while with his other hand he buried four fingers deep into my ass, the breach of his palm pressing right at my hole, right at the point where he might stretch me for a fist. “You know your boy’s limits, Mark,” he growled, walking me forward while forcing my back to arch and my ass to stick out with his hand lodge firmly inside. “Just remember me you promised me his ass as payment for coming over,” Bill growled, his fingers rough stretching my hole. “No worries, Bill. You see how this boy looks at you? All it will take is a little rest and another big shard,” Mark said, “Then my boy will be yours to use as you like.” My mind was a jumble as Bill slow-walked me with his hand buried in my ass, from the living room, past the full length mirror at the entrance to Mark’s bedroom. At the mirror Bill stopped, admiring the way he displayed me. He moved his four fingers deeper into my hole, the bridge of his palm starting to stretch me slightly, although he kept his thumb out of my hole. “Move your ass towards the mirror, baby boy,” he said, “I want you to see what your ass looks like with just a few of my fingers in.” He used his hand around my neck to turn my gaze behind me, into the mirror just as Daddy Mark caught up with us. “ Fuuuuck, daddies,” I breathed, Bills huge hand pressing against my interest, “We look hot.” As I gazed into that mirror I hardly recognized myself. My eyes were wide and dark, almost no pupil visible. My face was flushed, some of Bill’s slaps still visible as pink splotches. The curve of my spine was perfect, my ass held up and out by Bill big hand. Over my back, ass, and shoulders Bill had marked me, as lingering handprints brought a warm glow to my skin. He displayed my asshole to perfection, as Mark reached and pulled my checks open. Daddy Bills hand looked huge at the entrance to my hole. His four fingers stretched my hole vertically, his palm just about to go in. But there was so much hand yet to go. Mark saw my eyes go wide, and knowing exactly how my mind worked he leaned in, biting my ear and whispering, “ You will take that giant hand today, just as you’ve taken everything else I’ve given you.” As I opened my mouth to moan, instinctively arching my back and causing even more of Bill’s hand to push into me, Mark crushed me into a kiss, his tongue down my throat. We stayed like this for a few minutes, both men talking dirty in my ear, Bill promising me he would hurt me so good, Mark saying he would fuck me so deep. Whoever wasn’t trying to brainwash took their turn biting my nipples, neck, and lips before sticking their tongues down my throat. Finally, Mark slapped my ass and broke off, heading towards the television and VCR to put on some porn. Bill released my throat but kept his fingers in my ass as he directed me like a pony cart towards the bed. He stopped, abruptly pulled his fingers from my ass, and pointed to the bed. “Get in the middle, baby boy,” he said, “So we can keep our eye on you. I want your daddy to tell me the minute you are rested enough and hungry for me to have my time with you.

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.

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

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

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?”

I am clearly interested and curious to follow the development of all this stuff. But, my doubt is: what about the risk of serious legal issues? I mean: I personally wouldn't like to see adult contents involving minors, murders or so on; I would never like to find myself in trouble after having encountered some illegal content by accident, in a platform with no censorship! Sorry, I'm just wondering about it, in order to think about this for the better. Of course I'd join possible groups talking about what I'm interested in!

You're not transphobic just for refusing to date or fuck a trans individual. You might be transphobic if you don't believe trans people deserve the same rights as you do. You might be transphobic if you decry trans identities as "made up" or "mental illness". As for the part about Democrats - all I can say is that whenever a Republican or conservative accuses Democrats of something they cast as a moral issue, that's a huge red flag that said Republican/conservative is guilty of exactly that or worse, because projection is now an almost-required characteristic for the Republican/conservative mindset. Is a Republican denouncing drag queens molesting children? Chances are excellent that he's cheating on his wife with a married woman (or a man), or molesting the campaign volunteers, or something like that. Democrats aren't into "weird things" involving children. We're looking out for them, especially the "different" ones who need protection from right-wing phobes. Entire generations of gay men and lesbians were forced to hide their identities because of people like them, and god knows how many gay and lesbian kids committed suicide because of the way society, their schools, churches, and parents railed about homosexuality. That's the boat trans kids find themselves in today. I can't really expect gay people who, in 2023, describe themselves as "discreet" and "conservative" and "non-gay scene" (ie closeted and judgmental and praying to God they keep "passing" as straight) to understand, but not everyone wants to live shut up in a little box like that.

I'm not 100% sure but I think I got bred last night by a semi homeless guy. I was over playing with a top having a lot of fun dressing up like a sissy cum slut for him. After a couple hours he invited a younger top guy over to play. Two things cought my attention. First, the young top definitely hadn't showered for a good while. He was ripe. Second, the host mentioned something about him floating around from fuck session to fuck session or to friends house's to sleep. It was very prevalent as he did fall asleep after blowing a nice big load in my ass balls deep.

Married here and the best time I ever had was with another married guy. He was a verbal daddy top. It started with me sucking him off when his wife was away. It soon escalated to me meeting him at his office and sucking him and letting him fuck my ass while I snorted poppers. This went on for about 9 years. Unfortunately, he dropped out of touch. I miss him feeding me and/or breeding me.

I've not had sex with my wife for 19 years. Sex with men is less complicated than with other women. It satisfies a need!

I was recently in Dallas on a Friday afternoon so I went to CD to see what the action was like. It was fairly busy when I checked in. I quickly got naked and hopped in the hot tub. I was open for topping or bottoming so I really was just going with the flow. I explored the maze and dark room. Got my thick cock sucked a few times, but never found the bottom I wanted, so I switched gears and started chasing cock. I found an otter who was well hung. After some eye contact and cock rubbing I went down on him and got him rock hard. I had taken a cialis, so I was rock hard myself. He led me over to a padded table top and pushed me onto my back and ate my hole while stroking my cock. I suddenly had a crowd watching and I motioned for all the cocks to come over and touch me. Soon I had cocks in both hands and my mouth. My otter friend pushed his cock into me and started slow stroking me. I sucked as many cocks as I could while the otter fucked me. He asked me where I wanted his cum and I mumbled as deep as you can put it. Soon I felt his warmth in my now slick hole. He pulled out and I told him to come let me clean him off with my mouth. His cock was quickly replaced, when I finally stood up I was full of 9 loads and horny for more. I made my way to the fuck bench and mounted it. I stayed there with a towel over my head taking any cock that wanted my hole for nearly three hours. I have no idea how many loads I took. But I had over 20 fucks total. Piggy heaven. I’m heading to Chicago in June and hope to replicate this in some form at Steamworjs.

Part 15 Kevin and Ryan were standing on either side of me, both of them stroking their hard shaft and grinning at me. I turned my head from side to side more than once staring at the rigid flesh in their fists, hearing the wet sounds as they used their precum to jack off. They were both longer and thicker than Drew and I didn't know if I could take either one of them. That concern fled from my mind right away as my hunger for their cocks skyrocketed. I knew I could take them and I knew I would. But whose first? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Drew chuckle and begin slowly jacking my meat again. I turned my eyes to look at him. “Hard to decide, isn't it Daddy?” he asked loud enough for all of us to hear. “Yes it is,” I practically panted. “I want both.” Kevin, on my left, laughed. “That'd be hot as fuck buddy to give you both at the same time. But I don't think you're ready for that....yet.” All 3 of my sexy seducers laughed at that and it took my foggy brain a moment to realize Kevin was talking about taking both cocks at once. “Both?!” I gasped in disbelief even as I didn't dismiss the thought immediately. “No way. Is that even possible?” I felt Ryan's fingers on my hard nip and he said, “Oh yeah man. It's possible. And it's fucking fantastic! Maybe you'll find out someday but today it's just one at a time.” I breathed a sigh of relief but still wondered.... “So?” Drew asked as he started making short thrusts into my hole. I looked at him then back at Kevin and Ryan. Then I remembered when we had been watching Drew fuck the other guy on the same table I was laying on now. And how, while we watched them fucking, Ryan had backed his ass onto my stiff cock and fucked himself on it. And, while I was fucking Ryan Kevin was pressed up close behind me and with each outstroke from Ryan's ass I could feel Kevin's slick cockhead pushing against my hole. And how he had whispered in my ear that he wanted to show me what it felt like to get fucked. He wouldn't be the one to show me first. Drew had done that. But..... I reached out my left hand and wrapped it around Kevin's warm flesh. “You. Fuck me next Kevin,” I said feeling his pulse beating in his cock. “Fucking A!” Kevin shouted out and stepped closer allowing me to get a firmer grip on his cock. The cock that was going to give me my second fucking. Kevin looked across the table at Ryan and said, “Sorry kid,”. “No problem. Just means I'll get to fuck him with two loads in his ass instead of just one.” “Oh gawd!” I moaned hearing the dirty talk and growing anxious for more cum in my ass. “Time to switch,” Drew spoke up. “I'm going to pull out slow Daddy. Keep your ass clinched as tight as you can so you can keep as much of my cum in you as possible, ok?” I nodded and felt his meat start to move backwards out of my hole. I moaned deep in my throat as he ignited nerves in my ass that I wasn't aware of before. “I feel so empty,” I almost sobbed. “You won't be empty for long man,” Kevin said in a husky voice and kneeled on the table next to my head. “Here you go Justin. Get it wet for me. Get it wet for your hole.” He pressed the bulbous head onto my lips and I opened wide to take him in. I'd almost forgotten how good his dick and juices had tasted when I'd sucked him earlier. I wanted to taste more and slid my lips further down, both of us moaning. Just as I started to bob on his meat I felt Drew's last bit of cock pull completely out of my ass and heard him say, “Clinch it Daddy! Keep your son's cum in you!” I obeyed immediately and tightened my ass muscles. I didn't want to lose a drop of his load. I groaned as Kevin slid his wet cock from my mouth and moved to replace Drew between my legs. He rested his dickhead against my twitching asslips. “Nice job, man,” he said. “Looks like you didn't let any of his cum out.” I was pleased with myself hearing that. I knew all three men were impressed. “Are you ready, Justin? Are you ready for more cock and cum in your cheating married ass?” “Yes!” I cried out. “Please! Give me your cock. Breed my daddy ass with your cum!” Kevin grabbed my ankles and with an intense look said, “I'm going to you hot fucker! Gonna give you everything!”, and then I felt his cock moving into me. Only the second cock ever and I was already wanting more. (more on the way)

come to thailand with me this summer and get your cock and balls removed with me and we can get a fresh new fuckhole to go with a nice set of titties.

I feel like most cum dumps I meet are either poz, trying to be poz, or like to parTy. Nothing wrong with this but are there any guys out there who like to take anon loads from strangers at bath houses but want to remain neg? I am on prep and don’t do drugs other than poppers and 420. I don’t wanna be pozzed but I also love letting big belly daddies and strangers breed me. I go to the bath house once a month and I take anon cock with a blind fold on and let a couple people breed me. Anyone else feel the same? Not seeing many guys who are like me. I would love to hear from you.

This is a continuation of the junkie hooker stories and the Mall Book Store stories that can be found here: So here it goes: The pastors daughter I was walking down the street, feeling like crap after leaving the doctor's office. It was cold and raining, and I was already regretting not bringing a jacket. I could hear someone calling out in the distance, and as I got closer, I realized it was a young woman handing out flyers and bibles. I recognised her. She was the daughter of the pastor of the church my Ex-Wife went to. She was a little chubby, with thick legs, brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and freckles. Her face lit up as she saw me approaching, and I could tell she recognized me. "You're from the church, right?" she asked, and I nodded. "Cornelia's husband?" she continued. "Ex-husband," I corrected her, feeling a twinge of pain in my chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." "It's okay," I said, trying to sound casual. "It's been a while." We stood there in silence for a moment, the rain pouring down around us. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. "Are you okay?" she asked, breaking the silence. "I'm just a little under the weather," I admitted. "I was actually on my way home to rest." "Rest?" she echoed, and I could tell she was trying to think of a way to help. "Hey, my mother makes the best chicken soup. It always helps me when I'm sick. Maybe I could bring some over once I'm finished here. It's not much, but it's hot, and it might make you feel better." I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to accept the offer. But as she stood there, looking at me with those innocent brown eyes, I found myself nodding. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Okay, it might take me a little while, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, handing me a flyer before hurrying off into the rain. I watched her go, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. What was it about her that made me feel so... off-kilter? Maybe it was the way she seemed genuinely interested in my well-being, or maybe it was just the fact that she was so damn innocent. Whatever it was, I found myself looking forward to her return, wondering what else she might have to offer. I stumbled back to my apartment after leaving the doctor's office, feeling like death warmed over. I knew I had a visitor coming over later, but my foggy brain couldn't quite remember who or when. As soon as I walked through the door, I stripped off my wet clothes and collapsed onto the bed, hoping to sleep off whatever was plaguing me. But before I could even close my eyes, I was startled awake by a loud knock at the door. I groaned and stumbled to my feet, barely registering that I was completely naked. Who could possibly be coming over now? I flung open the door, squinting against the harsh light of the hallway, and came face to face with Maria. "Oh, hi," I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "I didn't realize you were coming over." "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her eyes flicking down to my bare chest, and then a little deeper, and deeper, and then quickly away again. I suddenly became acutely aware of my nudity and scrambled to find something to cover myself with. "Sorry, sorry," I muttered, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around my waist. "I wasn't expecting anyone. I forgot you wanted to come." Maria bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle. "I can see that," she said, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling like a fool. "I'm not really myself today." "It's okay," she said, her smile turning sympathetic. "I brought you some soup, like I promised." I looked down at the container in her hands, feeling a sudden surge of gratitude. "Thank you," I said, taking the soup from her. "You didn't have to do that." "It's no problem," she said, her eyes shining. "I'm just happy to help." I suddenly realized that I was still half-naked in front of this sweet, innocent girl, and I couldn't help but wonder what she thought of me. As if reading my mind, she glanced down at my towel-wrapped waist and then quickly back up again, her cheeks turning pink. "Sorry again," I said, feeling like a total idiot. "It's fine," she said, still blushing. "I should go. I hope you feel better soon." But then she hesitated. "Do you have anyone taking care of you?" she asked, looking concerned. I shook my head. "No," I said, my Girlfriend was out of town this week again, but I didn't mention her to Maria. "In that case, I'll stay and make sure you're okay," she said firmly, pushing past me into the apartment. I blinked in surprise, not sure what to make of her sudden determination to take care of me. "But what about your plans?" I asked, trying to dissuade her. "They can wait," she said firmly, already setting about making the soup. I watched her move around my kitchen, her dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness. Maybe it was the fever talking, but I suddenly found myself wanting to get to know this girl better. I retreated into my room to put some clothes on, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, sick, half-naked, and being taken care of by a woman I barely knew. When I emerged from my room, Maria had set the table and was pouring soup into a bowl. "Looks delicious," I said, sitting down across from her. "It's my mom's recipe," she said, smiling. "I added a few spices, but otherwise, it's all her." I took a bite and was surprised at how good it was. "Wow, this is amazing," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I'm glad you like it," she said, looking pleased. We ate in silence for a few minutes, savouring the soup and enjoying each other's company. "Feeling better?" she asked, a smile on her lips. "Yeah, I think so," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thanks to you." Maria's smile widened, and I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her. But before I could act on the impulse, she spoke again. "So, tell me about yourself," she said. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to this almost stranger. But as she sat there, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, I found myself opening up to her in a way I hadn't done with anyone else in a long time. I told her about my failed marriage, my struggles with depression, and my job as a corporate crook who legally swindles people out of her money. I told her about the junkie hookers, the mall book store hookups, the boys my girlfriend, and I were seducing. It just poured all out of me. I expected her to be uncomfortable or running away screaming. I mean, she is the innocent 19 year old daughter of a pastor, and I'm a 42 year old sex craved pervert, but instead, she listened with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions. As I talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to her. Her kindness and innocence were just a small part of what drew me to her; it was also the way she seemed to understand me on a level that no one else ever had. She didn't judge me. She didn't flinch .... it was not what I was expecting from a good Christian girl. When I finished, she sat back in her chair, a look of deep concern on her face. "I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. "That all sounds really hard." I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her, to feel her soft lips against mine, but I held back. I was afraid the judgment would start then. "Thanks," I said, pulling my hand away gently. "It's been a tough couple of years." "Well, I'm here for you," she said, her eyes searching mine. "Whenever you need me." She leaned in closer. "However you need me." At that moment, I knew I had to kiss her. I leaned in, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and pressed my lips to hers. For a moment, she didn't respond. But then she leaned in, deepening the kiss, and I felt a rush of emotion coursing through my body. We broke apart, gasping for air, and I looked into her eyes, seeing the same desire and longing that I felt. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for kissing her. "It is okay," she said. Then she continued: "I just want to help people," she said simply. "I feel like there's so much pain and suffering in the world, and I want to do my part to make it a little better. And for me, that means sharing the love of God with others. And this is a way of sharing that love. I want to share that love that way. I want to be loved ..." She stood up and started to undress, looking at me with that brown innocent eyes. Like god is telling her to sleep with me? Who am I to say no to that? I already had a hard on and the flu was forgotten. After some seconds she stood naked in front of me. She was unshaved. The Freckles went down her chest with her small perky tits. "I think god send me here for a reason today. It wasn't random Chance we met on the street today. And when you opened the door that way, I knew what God wants of me." I gulped. That was a little crazy, even for me. But I was horny. "What does God want of you?" "To loose my virginity to you, so I can help you find the right path again." Her eyes shone with fire, with conviction. She believed what she said. And I'm always one to respect the beliefs of others. "If you want that, I will do that." She smiled. She took me by the hand, pulled me from the stool, and led me to the bedroom. She lay down and spread her legs. I could see that she was already wet. I undressed and her eyes widened, as she saw my rock hard 8 inch Cock. "Will that hurt?", she asked, a little unsure. "It is your first time. I think it will. You wanna stop?" She shook her head. "I need this", she said. I climbed on top of her. My big hairy belly brushing over her soft skin. As I leaned in to kiss Maria, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. The softness of her lips pressed against mine, and I let out a small sigh of contentment. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me, feeling her curves against my body. The kiss deepened as our tongues met, and I could taste the sweetness of her breath. Maria's fingers traced along the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hand through her hair, feeling its silkiness under my fingertips. The soft moans escaping her lips only made me want her more. I rolled over, bringing her on top of me as we continued to kiss passionately. Our bodies intertwined, and I felt my desire for her intensify with each passing moment. As we pulled away from the kiss, we gazed into each other's eyes, both of us breathless and wanting more. Marias hands began to stroke my body slowly, caressing my haity chest and big stomach. She moved her hands lower, running them down my thighs, before moving further south towards my cock. She grabbed hold of it, stroking it softly while gazing up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, and I knew that she wanted me inside of her. Slowly she lowered herself onto it, feeling the large head push into her tight pussy. As I entered her, I groaned, and she flinched. "It is big", she said, struggling with the size. I grabbed her soft hips and pushed her down. Her wet pussy slid down my cock. I felt something rip inside her. She screamed and clinched. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't try to pull out. I started thrusting my hips, penetrating deeper into her. I grunted in pleasure as I fucked her. I could see blood smearing around our hips. She really was a virgin. She struggled to breathe, but she didn't complain. "Fuck me", she said softly. "I need your big dick inside of me." I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, driving my cock harder into her. That made her scream more. I could see pleasure and pain mixed in her face. "Yes", I said as I kissed her neck. "You are a sweet innocent girl, aren't you?" I pounded her harder. I could feel the muscles of her inner walls squeezing me, milking me with every thrust. "Please", she begged, tears in her eyes. "Shh", I whispered, "Don't talk." Her screams turned into soft moans as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy. I had never felt anything like it. I just kept fucking her, unable to stop myself. Her screams turned to moans and whimpers. She was still crying, but they were less frantic now. I picked up speed, pounding her faster and harder. I could feel her juices and her blood run down my balls, mixing with my own sweat. I groped her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her moaning increased, and I felt her pussy get tighter. "Oh god yes", she said, biting her lip, her teary eyes closed. I felt her tense up, and I knew she was going to cum. She panted harder, her eyes wide open. She gasped louder and harder, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I kept pumping her, getting close, too. "I'm cumming", she said, panting heavily. "I'm gonna cum!" I exploded inside of her. I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her womb. "Ahhhhhhhh!", she screamed, arching her back. Then she collapsed on top of me, gasping for air. We lay there, catching our breaths. After a few minutes, she sat up and gave me a sheepish grin. "That was amazing", she said. I laughed. I couldn't help it. "No kidding", I replied. "I have never cum so hard in my life." She giggled, which only made me laugh even harder. Than her eyes opened in shock. "I'm not on birth control". My laughter stopped instantly. "I'm sorry", she said quickly. "I should have told you." I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Don't worry about it", I said, "I know what to do." I took my phone and took a photo of her naked. Now that I had that, I could maybe share her with other guys, put any pregnancy on them. She looked at me angry. "What are you doing?" "Just making sure that I remember you", I said, "So I don't forget you." She rolled her eyes and started to dress. Slowly, the bliss on her face went away, and she looked worried. "Maybe that was a mistake ... maybe God didn't want me to ..." "Relax," I said, grabbing her hand, "We are both happy, aren't we?" She nodded. "And if you are pregnant, we will take care of it." She looked relieved. I took her in my arms and she relaxed more. "I'm yours know, I feel it", she said. We went back to bed and had some more sex, before she had to go home to her Pastor Daddy. I had to teach her so much. We met in secret every day for the next three weeks. Until she got the flu and had to stay home. That's when I got a call from the doctors office. I had to come in to get some results of a blood test, and they wanted to talk to me about it. So I went in, sitting. "I'm sorry to tell you this," the Doc said, "But you are HIV positive." To be continued (do I have to move to the bug chasing section now?).

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.

"Fuck! His cumhole is so loose and sloppy! Fuck yeah!" one of the men roared aloud. How did I get to this point? Well for starters, we have to go back to the beginning. For those that know, I have been dating this amazing married couple, Robert and Bill. Two older, black silver daddies and bears with massively endowed big black cocks. They had introduced me to the wonders of being fucked bareback. Since then, we have been fucking exclusively raw. No more condoms. Since we were not mutually exclusive, we fucked other people, both men and women. Occasionally, we would meet up at their place and they would fuck my brains out. It was blissful being pounded by these two, beautiful older back bears. After a year plus of fucking, one night Robert and Bill had a surprise for me. When I arrived that night, I immediately stripped naked after entering their home. Robet and Bill were wearing nothing but fluffy, soft, white robes. They dropped their robes and revealed the new tattoos they had gotten. Robert had a biohazard sign on his stomach, right where his belly button was. Bill had two scorpions on his pelvis, right above his cock. "Do you know what these signs mean?" They asked me. "You're poz," I responded not at all shocked. The two explained how they both came to become poz. Two months ago, they were tagteaming an Asian twink. Double penetration, they whole nine yards. The twink had propositioned them: they could both breed him if he could breed the both of them. Robert and Bill were total tops and usually pulled out when they came, but this was too good of an offer to pass up. They ripped off their condoms and both slammed full force into the twink's guts and came hard. After that, the Asian twink pounded both of them into submission, raw with no lube. Two weeks after they were bred, they got sick. They went to their doctor to get tested and found out they were poz. They didn't know the twink they had fucked was poz either. "We're both highly viral. We'd understand if you don't want to be with us anymore," Bill said to me. It took me less than ten second to decide I wanted to be poz with them and told them. "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed. "I don't just want both of your viral loads. I want more. Do you know of any other silver daddies and older bears who are poz and highly viral?" I asked them. The nodded yes excitedly and started making calls to get them over here now. They got me prepared for what would be my last night neg. They showered me, cleaned me out well. Lubed me up and got my body nice and slick with massage oils. They strapped on a silicone cock ring around the base of my cock, to help keep me hard throughout the night. They walked me to the guest bedroom and had me hoisted into the sling. I say it was a "guest bedroom", in reality, it was a sex playroom. Slings, a fuck bench, a sybian, a few fuck machines, a milker, other sex toys. After I was strapped into the sling, Bill grabbed a sharpie and drew a single short line on my ass. He was going to the first to breed me tonight and make me poz. His cock was raging hard. Throbbing and practically bouncing up and down. He applied a ton of more oil to me and his cock and then it happened. Unlike the first time we fucked raw, he was not gentle. He shoved his massive cock inside me, so hard, I could feel myself tearing up on the inside. I could feel the intense burn from it. Bill wasn't making love to me; he was on a mission. He brutally fucked me., pounding me. Occasionally pulling all the way out, just to slam all the back into me, all the way to the hilt. Robert in between making out with me, encouraged me. Said I looked amazing getting fucked by his husband's poz cock. Ten minutes later and Bill roared. His cock stiffened up and unleashed white hot blasts of poz cum into torn and wrecked hole. Robert wasted no time and slammed his monstrous black cock into me. I gasped and winced at first, but that sent me over the edge. I had blown my load, hands free, all over my chest. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "They're here," Bill said giddily as left the room and walked to the front door. Robert kept fucking me. Without warning, he buried his monstrous cock to the hilt and held it there. Jet after jet of white hot poz cum was being shot into me. He grabbed the marker and drew a tally next to the one Bill drew. Just after he put the cap on, the group of poz daddies had arrived and were already hard and aching for my wrecked, poz cum filled hole. "Fuck his cumhole is loose!" of the men exclaimed. The night was just getting started....

What is is it about constantly taking any and all semen that keeps you hooked the more nut gets squirted inside you?

You'll see file attach icons in all the major client apps. When you use that it sends your pic or video off to an image server which returns a URL that gets embedded in the post. So it's as seamless as using Twitter. It's just not hosted by the same service that does the user interface. I believe Iris only uses Nostr.build for images, while Snort lets you pick your image service and has like 4 or 5 to choose from. When I joined back in February things were more primitive and the client apps hotlinked everything - so YOU loaded all the images directly from the media server. That was a big privacy problem since it meant all those servers had information on you (your IP, browser and device type, what file you were loading, etc.) So the client apps put image proxies in place. Basically the server for the client app goes out and gets the image for you and you get the image from them. So no additional servers have info on you. Thing is, the proxying costs money. Iris is developed by this shy guy Martti who doesn't have a lot of money - he seems to do it because he enjoys it, but he's mentioned that he doesn't know how much longer it will be economically feasible for him to do what he's doing. He cuts costs by only proxying stuff from servers other than Nostr.build. Snort proxies everything but they compress the hell out of it and can make images look like crap. BTW, if Martti stops developing/hosting Iris, Iris is open source with a very generous MIT license. So people can pick it up where he left off and keep going with it - so it's not the end of the world. Now - in terms of where it's safe to upload images… You can upload SFW image anywhere. That's completely fine. The worst that will happen is the media server could go out of business at some point and you'd have a missing pics on your old posts. Nostr.build (which is what Iris uses and is an option in Snort) allows x-rated content for now. I had a conversation with the guy behind Nostr.build and explained the legalities of his business. He ignored EVERYTHING I told him. I told him he loses Section 230 protections if he moderates all the content on his site (rather than just responding to reports of problems), but he continues to moderate every image. I told him he's in for a world of hurt if he allows adult content and doesn't verify that there is consent and people are of legal age - but he doesn't do those checks and allows adult. He also seems to think that he can just tell if someone is underage. SMH… I've warned him. So bottom line if you upload adult content to Nostr.build it will be tagged as adult and the day may come when he just deletes all the adult stuff. But for now, it's an OK interim solution as you play around and get to know the platform and wait for me to have better options.

Chapter 54: After flushing our meds, I was ready to strip and have my dad make love to me, however he suggested we relax some first. He instructed me to keep my clothes on, as he did. He got on the bed, and instructed me to get in front of him. He started massaging my shoulders, and said he could tell I was tense. I told him with good reason. He said I know son, do you have any regrets on your decision? I said absolutely not. I added my only regret would be being pozzed by someone other than him. My dad then kissed me, and said not to take anyone else's cock up my ass for the next few weeks as the prep, and his antivirals cleared their bodies. My dad then moved his hands from my shoulders, and then started caressing my chest. After rubbing my chest some, he started to tweak my nipples, making my cock grow even harder. Seeing the bulge in my pants, my dad started rubbing my crotch, then unzipping my pants and freeing my now leaking cock. I could feel his cock growing hard too and knew we would make love soon. We rolled over as one, with my dad on top of me now. He removed his pants first, and then pulled mine off and put his cock in me and making gentle love to me. He then rolled me over so he could see my face and kiss me as we made love. Before he shot his load in me, he told me he was so happy I made the decision especially about me wanting him to be the one to poz me. Once he filled my ass, he plugged it and we laid in each other's arms. Dad told me the next few months would be tough, but we'd get through them. He said that he was able to change his work schedule to go in early and get home a couple of hours before mom so we could make love daily. He said it generally takes two weeks for meds to loose their effectiveness and once the virus was in the body, it generally took another 2 weeks or so for seroconverting. He then explained that I would likely get the fuck flu, and that it was hard to predict how bad it would be. He predicted it would be severe as his strain would be very potent, and as I was young and in excellent health, my body would likely put up a fight. My dad then said he had one other thing thing that excited him, and it was just a coincidence, but my conversion would be around October 3, which is National Virus Appreciation Day! I said you have to be kidding me! He said look it up. It's a real thing, not particularly tied to HIV, but that is a virus, and everyone celebrates in their own way. I then told my dad to share his virus with me again. He said gladly son, I can't wait until you are truly a part of me. I then asked my dad what mom would think about our bonding? He said he knew she was pleased with our bonding trips now, so it would be easy to schedule more, so we would use that to our advantage. I asked what about once I converted. Dad said that was a bridge to cross later, but that would be a bond that mom should never know. With that my dad suggested we make love again and I pumped my still negative load in him.

Sounds like that last load may be the gift that keeps giving

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jmE6arufYy6j Love watching Igor breed!

Yeah I'm off to Swindon sauna tomorrow, he just always fucks me so good i want more, always fucking frustrated lol

I was crying constantly now. Daddy Bill had been spanking, belting and beating my ass for more than an hour. I heard the by now familiar whistle of his wide leather belt and heard the sharp crack as it connected with my ass. Then, a second later the electric jolt of pain. Each time he struck me with the belt he landed on flesh that he had already abused with his giant paws, the back of Mark’s bath brush, even—and I flinched at the memory—a flexible metal ruler that was the first instrument of punishment he used that made me cry. But this belting really hurt, Mark was laying these on hard, clearly wanting me to feel it. He had stopped making me count, clearly loving the rhythm of the leather whistling through the air, the sharp crack as the wide belt connected with my skinny, bony ass, the sharp intake of breath from me and then the keening cry that dissolved over and over again into sobs. There was a pause and I looked to the side and a little back over my shoulder. I was securely tied down, my legs, arms, back and ass immobilized over one of Daddy Mark’s ottomans, my limbs secured by a rope that Daddy Bill produced from a bag I didn’t even know he had brought. Daddy Mark lounged in his chair, slowly jacking his meat, clearly luxuriating in the live BDSM sex show he had orchestrated. His eyes had grown dark and inscrutable hours ago. Mark rarely talked during sex, so focused and obsessed was he was with uncovering his bottom twinks deepest needs and desire. Somehow, it seemed, those needs and desires always turned out to be deep hard fist fucks. Mark arely smiled during sex, but he clearly was enjoying this show. And why wouldn’t he? The tableaux in front of him was a porno flick he had designed himself. Daddy Bill stood tall, behind me, one hand jacking his rock hard cock, the other with the his wide leather belt wrapped around it. His muscles glistened with sweat, his entire body alive with enjoyment, dominance, and desire. That big cock was my motivator, the center of my universe, the reward Daddy Bill would give my hole when his other hand was done delivering my never-ending punishment. It started after we moved back into the bedroom. With low lights, Daddy played one of the porn tapes we’d all seen a dozen times by now, the smell of his cigarettes wafting around the room. I lightly closed my eyes, feeling a bit worn but still horny too, my skin tingling with desire as my ass rested near Daddy Bills huge thigh and my head resting on Daddy Mark’s narrower shoulder. After 15 minutes, I heard Daddy Bill fiddling with his pipe and smelled the weird chemical smell of the cocaine he smoked. At the same time, Daddy Mark started fiddling with the mirror and I heard him do two lines of Tina. Mark turned to me, “You’ll get yours in a minute, boy,” he whispered, “I promised Bill he could use you for a long time, so I want you rested up.” For the next few minutes, as their drugs kicked in, we stayed as were were before, although both daddy’s interest in sex clearly increased, as they began to jack their cocks again and occasionally toy with my body. Finally, Daddy Bill said, “ Up on your knees boy and move here.” He patted the bed beside him. I got up on my knees, my upper body straight. Using his strong arms he arranged me so I was ass up in his lap, his hardening cock bumping up against my stomach. His fingers massaged my asscheeks, and rubbed my back. “Feel that hard cock, boy,” he commanded, “Do you like that cock?” I let out a low whine, and said “Fuuck yes daddy I love that big muscle cock. I love to look at it, I love to taste it.” He leaned in to my face, his huge hands holding my face close to his and looked directly into my eyes. “You want my big muscle cock to fuck your boyass, baby boy?” he said with a deep intensity. Looking directly into his eyes, now dark pools of dark list, their brown color all but lost in the chemsex haze, I said, “ Yes, please fuck me.” “I only fuck a boy ass that’s been prepped for me,” he said. “But daddy,” I whined, “I am ready. Daddy Mark has been using and opening my ass for hours.” Bill smiled an indulgent smile, “Oh I know baby boy. I know you could take my big cock like a champ, and maybe even my big fist, but I only fuck boyass that’s been tenderized and beaten. I only fuck boyass that’s red from my spanking and my belt.” At that exact moment he reached down and pulled my asscheeks open, allowing Daddy Mark’s balled fist to punch in my hole. I screamed for the first time that night, panting at the sudden intrusion, then I felt Mark’s hand open up as he delivered a huge shard and a bunch of Tina powder to my hole. As I began to squirm, Bill held me across his lap. His cock was rock hard now, it had jumped to full erection the minute I screamed at my surprise fisting. With one hand he held me down as Mark moved around in my hole, spreading the burning desire around my outer anal cavity, his fingers for the second time tonight pushing a bunch of Tina into my tender inner ring. With Mark’s hand still in my hole, Bill began to spank me. His left hand was around my throat, his right hand coming down in big meaty thwacks on my ass. Each strike of his hand caused my entire anal cavity to clamp down around Mark’s hand, working the remaining Tina deeper and deeper in my colon. I was high immediately, the biggest bump of the night (where was all this Tina coming from, anyway?). There was a pause in the spanking and I felt Daddy Mark quickly remove his hand. Within seconds his balled fist, now freshly lubed up, entered my hole. “Count as I spank you, Baby Boy, and feel how much harder it gets my cock,” Bill commanded. He delivered a hard spank across my upper buttocks right as Mark’s balled fist quested at the entrance to my inner ring. Now the inside and outside of my ass was on fire. My insides tightened involuntarily, my entire anal cavity from inner ring to asshole squeezing at once around Dady Mark’s balled fist and upper forearm. As I took in a deep breath, struggling to speak, I breathed out the number one, my breath catching in a deep moan as the balled fist in my guts pushed into my inner ring, bringing with it the sting and heat of a bit more Tina (god, where was all of this coming from, had they laced the lube?). As Mark’s fist settled into my inner chamber, I instinctively bucked my ass up and as I did so, Bill delivered another hard spank. Mark was deep in me at this point, I could feel my asslips clamp down around a part of his arm that was wider than any man had ever gotten in me. I knew we must be approaching the area right above the elbow. All through my colon his arm snaked, straightening and continuing his work of remaking it to match his desires, and with that spank and the tightening it caused, I felt Mark’s arm in that single moment throughout my body, my asslips stretched wide around his forearms, my inner ring tightening around the bones of his wrist, my inner cavity stretched taut around his balled first. They fisted and spanked me in that position for 15 hard spanks. With each one, Mark would drive a little deeper and Bill would let loose a little harder. Mark never took his hand or arm out—the first couple times it hurt like hell as my insides tightened up. But over time my ass muscles, already well fucked from the hours of constant abuse, began to relax. When it came to the last five spanks, though, the men showed me the brutality that I was facing in these last few hours of play. After the slaps, Bill paused. Mark left his hand in place, moving it around slightly, stretching and making room. Without warning Bill delivered a hard spank and Mark moved forward with a slight punch. He didn’t move much because he was almost at his elbow, but it hurt like hell. I tried rounding my legs, to make my insides my accommodating, but this time Mark moved his hand back to my outer chamber. Bill spanked me hard, and as I breathed in and then counted 12 out Mark roughly punched all the way through. They did this four more times, Bill delivering some of his hardest spanks, the meaty palms of his hands cracking on my ass while Mark punched my ruined hole deep in my guts. Mark withdrew his hand gently. Right after he did, Bill leaned into my ear and whispered evily, “No blood baby boy, that’s good. Means I get to fuck you deep with my big fists later while Mark canes your ass.” I closed my eyes and whimpered, overwhelmed again by how far these men and their lust to use me had taken me. After a brief rest, me on my knees with Bills big cock, rock hard from abusing me, lodged deep in my throat, my need to have him fuck me in the ass growing uncontrollably after the deep fucking and spanking I had just received. Bill got what he came for. He produced the rope and immobilized me to the ottoman. Daddy Mark brought out the porn and leaned back. Bill started with his hand, spanking me hard and steady with his big meaty hand. He then paddled me with a small leather paddle he produced from his bag of tricks, followed by a much larger leather paddle with spikes. Them he started hitting me with the back of daddy’s hair brush. After the first taste of the flexible metal ruler, I screamed for the second time that night. After 10 strokes of the ruler, my voice breaking after each count, he had Mark hold my asscheeks open while he struck my sore open asshole full on. With each of those five strokes to my sore asslips I screamed, keened and sobbed. But Bill’s cock just got harder, seeming to grow past its 9 inches, swollen with lust. And so that’s how I ended up here. The sobbing started with the metal ruler, and just continued continuously with this latest belting. Finally, after 20? 30? more cracks of the belt he paused. I was exhausted, my mind a rush of endorphins, pain and pleasure. The inside of my ass felt sore, but also needy and empty. That deep place Mark had opened up was on fire, stirred up by the hard deep fisting Mark had delivered when my punishment had just started. My lower back and shoulder stug, where Bill had cruelly landed surprise strokes because he liked to hear me scream. My asscheeks were flaming as red as my pussy burned like a forest fire from the giant booty bump that began this latest ordeal. I panted deeply, exhausted from the pain. I imagined I felt the imprint of every implement that Bill had used on me. His dominance had revealed the depths of my masochism. My willingness to endure the pain Bill enjoyed giving me just to feel his thick cock in my sore hole marked my soul as deeply as the series of incredibly deep and increasingly rough deep fucks Mark had used to imprint on me. Bill walked around to the front of me and roughly grabbed my hair. Using his big thumbs he pushed my mouth open and speared his rock hard cock down my throat. Facefucking me hard, going all the way in then out I struggled to accommodate his new hardness, brought on by his deep enjoyment in watching a twink suffer. Any softness or ease in his big cock was gone—he was rock hard and just saw the spit and body fluids I was starting to spit up as extra lube. His eyes glittered darkly, his humanity nearly replaced by pure animal lust, “Baby boy is almost ready,” he said, panting slightly, keeping up his relentless face fuck. Immobilized as I was, my head locked into place with his iron-strong hands, there was no way I could resist it and I tried to relax and feel him violate deep in my throat with that gorgeous big cock. He was hammering away now, delivering hard fast thrusts that went from them tip of his cock at my lips to his big cock head plunging down my throat. My mouth was a fountain of fluids, as he delivered a hard thrust. “ Baby.” Another full thrust all the way down my throat. “Boy.” Out and brutally in. “is Gonna,” out and brutally in, “Get.” Out until I could taste the precome steadily flowing from his cock and the one final brutal push “Fucked,” he cried, as his cock exploded in a massive orgasm, huge ropes of cum squirting from his cockhead deep into my stomach.

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Genuine, mature, versatile guy, based Devon, looking for invites to bareback, group poz and neg meets in South West UK. Loves poppers, serious rimming, piss and getting as sleazy as possible. Photo, film, web, chem friendly.

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.

Random guy off Grindr pnp all the time

Part 6 I woke up with images of last night flashing like a strobe light in my brain, with an accompanying audio the voice of Marcus and his haunting words “Your world changes tomorrow”. I’m trying to process everything I did and said last night and I’m struggling to reconcile it all. I like to wear panties and a butt plug and hide it from everyone. Sure, part of the thrill is the remote possibility that I’m discovered. But how the hell did some random black dude know? And how did he know about my secret obsession with big black cocks? I thought I could always repress my fantasies deep enough that they would never bubble up to the awkward surface. But the first time I see a real BBC, I turn into a little bitch boy? Ok, it WAS a magnificent cock and it got as hard as steel. I mean my cock gets hard, but not that hard. And what the fuck was that shit I smoked? It wasn’t hash for sure. I’ve never been so horny in my life. That shit changed me. How does he know my number and where I live? I’ve never seen him before. And what am I going to do about tonight?!? I work a half day and come up with a plan to get out of this. Well, kinda. Marcus and Keith want to tag team me tonight. They both have huge cocks and they are going to do whatever they want to me so I have weigh the possibility of getting injured and an embarrassing ER visit…against an incredible opportunity to live out a huge fantasy of mine. I’ve only had modest sized toys in my ass and I’ve never really “pounded” myself either. I’ve decided to go with them under a few conditions. First, they have to go slow. I mean nobody is going to have a good time if I’m choking and throwing up at one end and bleeding from the other. Second, we’ll have a safe word. Third, they have to wear condoms and finally, I am not doing any drugs. That made me lose all inhibitions and I want to remember my first, and maybe only, experience. If they don’t agree, I’ll take an Uber back home. At 7pm, I’ve cleaned out and up, have all my girl stuff in a big duffel bag and I’m dressed in guy clothes…with white cheeky panties and a small butt plug. My phone dings and it’s a text from Marcus. “Your ride is downstairs, sissy.” “Yessir” Outside there’s a black Lexus with dark tint so I can’t see Marcus, but he sees me with the bag and he pops the trunk. I get in the passenger side and it’s not Marcus who’s driving. “Well you’re not the usual type,” says a well-dressed black woman. “I’m Traci and you’re Jamie.” “Yes, good to meet you. Where’s Marcus?” “I work for him and I’m going to help you get ready for tonight. We have to make one stop before we get to the room. We have to get you some slutty makeup, sissy.” She giggles a little and looks over at me. “How old are you, darlin?” “Fifty two” “Damn. What in the world is he doing?” She said with her voice drifting off at the end. I didn’t think she really wanted an answer so I sat quietly. After about 10 minutes we were heading into a rough part of the city. She pulls into a Family Dollar parking lot and we’re soon walking through the front door. It, and all the windows were thick plexiglass protected by steel bars. I follow Trish over to the makeup section and she moves me into the light and holds up a few different shades of foundation to my face. “Pick out a red lipstick and then go match it to a nail polish. You need a really slutty red, sissy,” she says loud enough to hear two aisles away! I look down at the floor and walk over to the lipstick. As I am leaning in to get a better look, I hear someone say “over there” and see two black teens pointing at me from down the aisle. How embarrassing. I pick two lipsticks and look for the nail polish. Trish tells me it’s one aisle over and when I find it, the two black kids are there, smiling. “Need some help, faggot?” “You gonna get that black pipe tonight, sissy?” “Get the fuck outta my way.” I say as Trish rounds the corner. “Move along fellas. Don’t hurt the fag, Marcus got big plans for this sissy.” “Marcus? Fer real?” “Aight then” She takes the lipstick and nail polish from me and says, “Nah nah. We’re gonna go with pink. Neon pink for you. Marcus loves to see all that pink around his big cock.” Again, loud enough for most of the store to hear. She makes me pay for everything and her and the cashier had a few laughs at my expense. We get back in the Lexus and five minutes later we pull into the lot of a small motel. It looks like a Section 8 motel that needs some attention. She parks in front of the unit on the end and uses a keycard to open the door. Trish: “Marcus has an arrangement with the owner. This is his suite.” It was like we walked through a twilight zone door. We entered into a big living room and then the huge master bedroom with a bed that was bigger than a king bed and a big bathroom with a well-lit vanity. Trish walked toward the small kitchen and told me to unpack my bag on the bed so she could see what all I had. I put everything neatly separated on the bed as she walked in and handed me an open bottle of grape Gatorade. “You’re in for a long night so you need to stay hydrated. Sip this one slowly.” It has a metallic taste to it and I look at the purple liquid. “Don’t worry. I added something to help with your nerves.” She quickly goes through my collection of panties, lingerie and the few outfits I have and tells me to get the duffel bag. “None of this works. Put it all back in the bag and go take a shower and take the lotion on the sink and put it on everywhere. Then we’ll get you dressed.” I had already shaved my body this afternoon so when I get in the shower, I’m running my hands over my smooth legs and butt. Whatever was in that Gatorade was making me squeeze my ass cheeks hard, imagining it was Marcus.

Always proud of his oral skills, Ev's mouth enveloped that magnificent cock. It wasn't just Will's cock, it was Wilhelm's new and improved AIDS cock and that made it even more inspiring. Gradually, he took inch by inch into his mouth, eventually deepthroating the entire 10" and Wilhelm's BULL BALLS were slapping Ev's chin and his nose was buried in sweaty blond pubes, the smell more intoxicating than poppers. The intensity of the experience had Ev salivating like never before. Since he'd be getting fucked with only spit for lube, this was a necessary turnon. Reluctantly releasing Will's/Wilhelm's cock, he said, "You need to know, I won't be cumming tonight!" Slightly confused, Will said, "I'm sure you have your reasons. Would you share them with me? How will you keep yourself from cumming?" Feeling the need for complete honesty, Ev declared, "I want the next load I shoot to carry our strain, whether it be in a poz guy looking for an upgrade or a chaser looking for the ultimate. As for not cumming, I have 2 methods, I envision an ugly woman naked, her cunt is monstrous and has teeth, otherwise, I twist my balls!" "Ev, your reasons are perfectly understandable! Actually, it makes me want to fuck you even more! You're just what I needed and I know it sounds weird, but it feels like Greg sent you to me." Will confessed. Taking charge, Ev commanded, "Assume the pose in Wilhelm's pic and fuck me!" He locked his arms around his knees, offering his hairy ass. Without waiting, Will's/Wilhelm's magnificent was penetrating his pucker. "Ram it in! Keep thrusting until your balls deep! Tear my ass! Fuck me, Wilhelm and give me your med resistant AIDS strain! Let's whisper shout, lest we cause a disturbance." With the hunger of a feral creature, Will/Wilhelm entered Ev relentlessly as if he were a predator and Ev was his prey. "Fuck, your ass is wonderful! So tight, wet and responsive! Take every fucking inch of my death cock, because it's what you're made for!" Pulling Ev in, he thrust his tongue into his mouth and they swapped spit! They broke the kiss. "Ev, this is so beyond mere fucking! It's med resistant AIDS lovemaking and for as long as we have this, you're my lover!" "You're so right!" Ev said through the delicious pain. "This IS med resistant AIDS lovemaking. When I first saw the magazine, I never imagined we'd be lovers. Now, fuck your lover and knock me up with your med resistant AIDS cum! I love your BULL BALLS slapping my ass! Full of your noxious nectar!" He whisper shouted. Suddenly, he felt Will's/Wilhelm's cock pulsate. "Uuugghh, yes!" He grunted as he climaxed. Nine, ten ropes of deathjizz shot into Ev's ass. The smile on Ev's face was half angelic and half demonic but for Will, it was definitely bliss personified. "I'm usually good for 2 more loads, but fuck this took my energy away!" "No need for energy when I can be an active bottom!" Ev declared. "Pull out." He suggested and Will did as he was told, easing his still hard cock out of Ev's ass. Naturally, it was tinged with blood, cum and assjuices. Seeing it in it's med resistant AIDS glory, Ev couldn't help but lick it clean. "Thank you for letting me worship your med resistant AIDS cock! Yummy!" To be continued

This is mostly fiction with a little real life experience Growing up in a small agricultural community in the eighties and nineties I had to hide my attraction to other guys. not that there weren't many gay or bi men in the area we all just kept what we did out of site. Growing up that way I learned to be very conservative and low key about my dating life. mostly dating females and only occasionally enjoying time with other men. Looking back I think most of my attraction to women was because society had made me feel that's how I should be. and I just became used to it but there wasn't a relationship I was in that I didn't end up cheating on the woman at some point with another man. After several failed marriages.one of which actually ended when my wife at the time walked in on me with another man actually fucking me. I decided to stop trying to be the way the people I grew up around said I should be. Eventually I found a woman I was compatible with. she was like me was bisexual and our relationship has been an open one. we have sex with each other but can play outside the relationship her with other women me with men . While I was blindly trying to find myself my sister had gone on to have several failed marriages of her own and have kids. her oldest kid Garrett turned out to be gay something we could all tell from a young age. My sister was raised in the same conditions as me and unlike me hadn't moved away so had no idea how to deal with having a gay child. Being a good uncle I did what I could to help the boy come to terms with himself becoming almost a mentor and second father to him after his actual father disowned. him a situation I found funny because I know for a fact the man had had several homosexual encounters when he was younger . Eventually my sister got tired of living in that toxic environment and moved close to me. after that it was easier for me to help my nephew with any issues he was having Almost from the start I could see my nephew was going to have a very different life then I had led. I had always been with men that were very discreet many of them married men who were cheating on their wives. Garrett on the other hand became very outspoken and proud about his sexuality once away from the oppressive atmosphere of our home town. he was gay was proud to be gay and let everyone know it . So it wasn't long before I didn't really have much to teach him anymore. in fact instead of being his mentor or role model like I had been when he was young I began to learn a bit from him . The one thing I had stressed to him from before he lost his virginity was the need for safe sex practices and to always use condoms. even after prep came out I stressed the importance of condoms to him every chance I got. I myself at that point had only ever been with three men without using protection. all three had been men I was absolutely sure I could trust I was almost fanatical about it . Garrett of course started to roll his eyes at me whenever I brought it up. as he got older and would even argue with me about it saying my opinions were outdated and that the world wasn't as dangerous as when I was young for sexual exploration . Then one weekend my life and outlook completely changed . My partner and sister decided that they needed a long weekend in Vegas just the two of them to relax and get away from work and family. Garrett was old enough to watch his younger siblings while they were gone but my sister didn't fully trust him not to throw parties or do anything else that might damage the house or her other kids. so asked me if I would stay there and keep a eye on things. I of course love my nephews and nieces so agreed to stay but because I'm not a masochist. I quickly found a way to pawn the younger kids off for most of the weekend I had though Friday night would be a nice relaxing night the foyr younger kids were all staying the night with friends and I assumed Garrett would be out on date or with friends so I had thought that I would have the house to myself . That evening after dropping off my last niece I browsed grindr for a little while even went to a nearby gay bar but I didn't find anyone that really sparked my interest. so I decided it just wasn't my night so decided to go back to my sisters house and relax the rest of the night maybe look more the next day. I was more than a little surprised to find Garrett was home when I got back to the house and he wasn't alone.there was a trans there that I knew was one of his good friends that I had met before there named Jenny. there were also five guys I didn't know all older than Garrett and his friend I was guessing in their mid twenties. I asked Garrett what the hell was going on but he just told me to relax which of course I didn't or not right away. I admit I didn't want to come across as a asshole old man so didn't try to break up the gathering . With the younger people in the living room I decided to go and sit in the kitchen and play on my phone so as not to disturb them. from there though I was able to hear them talking and was able to learn a lot. It turns out most of the older guys didn't know each other and Garrett actually only knew one of them the rest he had met on grindr it turned out he had been looking there to find tops interested in a orgy with him and jenny I was a bit shocked when I learned that and part of me wanted to go in there and stop it right then. but the part of me that didn't want to be an asshole stopped me. They were all over the age of consent and willing who was I to step in. I admit I also was a bit jealous of the situation. I had fantasized about being in situations like that and had watched porn where that happened. I had never been brave enough to try anything like it. From the kitchen I listened as Garrett assured his new friends his uncle was cool and that they should move on to the fun part. Again I almost got up to put a stop to it but didn't. I couldn't make out much of what I heard after that just the occasional comment from one of the guys about how good a ass looked or a compliment about sucking skills. After about five minutes I couldn't help myself I just had to see what was happening. I had thought by that point they would be really getting into it already. But to my surprise they were taking it slow. As I looked through the door I could see all of them were naked. Three of the tops were on the couch. The other two in recliners. Garrett and Jenny were both on their knees on the floor one in front of each of the men in recliners sucking their cocks. I couldn't move from the door. All five of the tops my nephew had found were fit and attractive. Three seemed to be white one appeared Hispanic while the last seemed to be black or perhaps mixed race. They were also all very well hung The smallest cock there was at least seven inches. The biggest was on the black guy and was probably ten inches and very thick a cock like you see in porn. As I continued to watch from the door the planned orgy really got started. The 2 white guys from the couch got up and one moved behind each of the people sucking and began to lube and loosen them up. Two things shocked me one was seeing that Jenny didn't have any balls hanging under her cock( I found that very hot). The other was there wasn't a condom in sight. Once again I almost stopped it and once again I didn't. I just stood there and watched as Garrett and Jenny started to get fucked raw by guys they had just met online. The guy Jenny was sucking must have been very turned on by the situation because he came quickly and after Jenny finished swallowing the black man took his place. It was to much for me the sights smells and sounds had me more aroused than I had ever been and I so wanted to join the fun. But the conservative side of my nature prevented me from giving in to the desire. Not being able to take it anymore I walked away went into my sisters room and shut the door turning on the TV. But what I had just seen wouldn't leave my head and soon found my cock in my hand. I'm ashamed to admit it took less than two minutes of stroking before I covered my own chest with cum. After I cleaned myself up I tried to just watch TV and pretend there wasn't a sex party in the other room. It only partially worked even with the sound up I could hear the men calling that they were going to cum or things like that. After a couple hours I just had to get a drink so braved the walk to the kitchen and did my best to not look into the living room I did a quick look. From that glance it seemed it was either winding down or most were taking a break. Other than Jenny riding the Hispanic man's cock the rest seemed to be just relaxing sitting around naked. It took me some time to decide what I wanted to drink but eventually settled on a beer and hurried back to the room. To my surprise the room wasn't empty. The black man was standing partially cover by what appeared to be my sisters robe looking at the family photos she kept in there. I just stood frozen in the door not sure what to do. He finally noticed I was standing there he didn't seem bothered buy his nudity or the fact he was caught in my sisters room Before I could think of something to say he beat me to it. " cute family " was all he said as he turned away from the photos "your nephew is particularly sexy little bitch" Not that he was facing me I got a real good look at his cock that was still visible through the open robe. It was only semi hard but still look so big I also noticed he wasn't circumcised I had never seen a uncircumcised cock in person before. I'm sure I looked like a idiot just standing there not saying anything I know I felt like one I was over a decade older then the man in a house owned by my sister but I was nervous and didn't know what to say or do. I finally manged to say " thanks they are a great group and Garrett is a good kid" as I walked the rest of the way into the room. " oh he is good alright. good at sucking and a good tight little cunt to fuck." Was his reply as he continued to look around the room Him saying Garrett had a tight cunt kind of confused me for a second then I remembered I had seen porn where some of the more alpha tops would say that to the guys they were fucking they usually also called the men they fucked fags a term I had always found offensive. " I'm glad you had a good time" was all I could think to say as I watched him walk around the room though mostly watched his cock. " oh I love little white bitches like him and his trans whore friend his little faggot ass was tight. I had a hard time getting all up in him" he said this casually as he sat down on the bed to my surprise I didn't find it offensive that he had just referred to my nephew by a name that had always made me angry before nor did him calling him a little bitch or Jenny a whore. " I hope you don't mind me coming in here? I needed a break younger guys are fun to fuck but sometimes can get on my nerves" he continued the conversation while still trying to get comfortable on the bed though now the bathrobe coverd almost nothing " I still want to nut a few more times tonight but need a break" Feeling even more nervous I sat on the edge of the bed trying to make it look like I was more interested on what was on the TV than him. And took a sip of beer while thinking how to respond. I knew he was older than Garrett and Jenny but though he was around the same age as the other tops that had been invited. Though I admit growing up in a mostly white community I sometimes had a hard time telling the ages of black or Asian people. Just to say something I asked " your not that much older than the other guys Garrett invited are you? I know your older than him and jenny but thought you were about the same age as the others" He laughed at that " fuck bitch I'm 34. But thanks for the compliment. I usually don't fuck with guys as young as your nephew but couldn't pass up a party like this" Again I couldn't think of what to say it blew my mind he was only three years younger than I was As I sat there not knowing what to say he pulled out a joint and lite it taking a big hit I didn't say anything because my sister smoked regularly so wouldn't notice the smell. Silently he offered it to me. Normally I don't smoke weed but with the night I had had I thought fuck it I took to big hits before handing it back to him it was just then I realized I didn't know his name I didn't know any of the names of the men Garrett had incited over Deciding I probably should be polite I introduced myself guessing he would do the same.to my surprise he just laughed and said " you can call me daddy. Maybe big daddy. I was a bit taken a back by that in my life I had only ever called on man daddy in a sexual situation but that's a story for another time I had never just said it to a random man so a bit offended and confused I just muttered " umm ok " He laughed again still spread out on the bed with his body on display " don't act all offended. Every fag needs a daddy. You are a fag ain't ya Again the use of that word didn't set off my temper like it always in the past " yes I'm bi and like to have men fuck me but I'm not a fag or faggot" I replied but not with any real conviction "Don't act all made ain't nothing wrong with being a fag just means you like it when guys like me take your cunt out for a spin" again hearing cunt seemed to be out of place but I found it kind of hot as well About then we heard a load shout from the other room either Garrett or Jenny was about to get another load of cum. I realized I had completely forgotten that the others were still out there. I also realized there was more than just Marijuana in that joint. I had very few experiences with drugs so I didn't know what he might have laced that with but knew it was laced but again didn't care I was feeling good so I gestured for him to pass it to me again As I took a couple more hits he suddenly got up off the bed I just watched confused as he walked to the TV " fuck this stupid shit" he said as he gestured to the episode of ncis on the TV pulling his phone and connecting to to the TV I short order he a porn going on the TV it showed a smaller skinny white guy getting fucked by 2 large black men Getting back onto the bed he took the joint back and took a few hits. As hot as the video was the black man next to held my interest more his body was near perfect he was around six foot tall well built like he spent a lot of time at the gym he also had a great many tattoos I took some time to study his tattoos like most I couldn't tell the meaning of all of them there was one that I thought I should recognize the meaning of but couldn't put my finger on it it was a scorpion on his stomach a few inches up from his cock Ok in my defense because I had always been so discreet and low key I never really fully embraced the gay culture so it's not to surprising I didn't recognize a tattoo that almost every gay man in the western hemisphere would know on site I later remembered that I did hear about tattoos like that in the past but it had been awhile and whatever he had in that joint was really messing with my brain. As I was looking him over he had just been watching the porn saying nothing the suddenly says out of nowhere he tells me " your nephew says your real repressed. Only have boring sex with boring men." I didn't know exactly how to answer that so he went on " don't you ever just want to have some real fun let loose and actually enjoy your life?" At first I was going to tell him why I was how I am my background where I came from all of that to try to justify myself to him. But then I did something I didn't even expect I reached out grabbed his cock and pulled myself closer so I could lower my mouth onto it. He was still only semi hard but within seconds that began to change I could feel getting harder but the second I have always been proud of how well I suck a cock have never had problems fully taking a cock in my mouth and down my throat but I could tell I wouldn't be able to handle all this monster my jaws could barley open wide enough and I knew there was no way my throat could "Oh fuck boy your nephew will be proud of you" came the amused comment as I felt his hand land on the back of my head . As I sucked he kept adding pressure to my head making me take more of his cock Into my mouth. Finally using enough pressure that I was choking on his cock After the first time I choked when he let me up I found him holding a bottle of poppers I took a hit and went back down on his cock that became a game he would close me with his massive dick then give me poppers when I was catching my breath. He didn't say anything as I sucked until I was trying to get my breath back for the fifth time then he admitted " I was hoping this would happen when I seen you walk in. You nephew is cute enough but your more my type I like the more mature fags." Not Knowing the best thing to say I thought going back to sucking him would be the best reply but to my surprise he stopped me. Getting up from the bed he told me to go onto the bathroom and clean myself out and that he would get what we needed I was confused but didn't argue. When I came back in the room I saw he had a foot stool on the bed plus some rope I know my sister used to air dry some of her clothes what looked like some of her nylons and a couple dildos I guessed were also my sisters. I looked at all the items then at him he explained that he felt since I had only been in boring situations he would show me parts of what I missed then he let me take the last few hits fro the joint and some more poppers. I was very buzzed as I followed his directions to get on the bed leaning over the padded footstool he the proceeded to used the rope to tie my hands to the headboard then used the nylons tie my ankles to the foot board Finally he he took some cloth I hadn't seen him with into my mouth then use another stocking to tie it I'm place so I couldn't talk Just so you know those are your sisters panties I put in your mouth didn't want to ruin her clean ones so got those out of the dirt clothes hamper That made me pause for a second thinking I might have misjudged this man and this situation then it occurred to.me it was to late to have those thoughts I felt him move I behind me and begin to rub lube on my ass then felt his finger then two enter me. He explained as he worked he was going to get me ready for what was to happen next. He pulled his finger out and I felt him put the smaller of the 2 dildos in me laughing he told me " I cam tell your cunt hasn't had a cock like mine. I don't want to break you" He switched to the bigger dildo and continued to loosen me up as this happened I lost all reservations I'm not sure if it was the situation the poppers or whatever he had in that joint but I had never been a turned on as I was at that moment As he was finishing with the second dildo he he went on to say " your nephew told me it's been like fifteen years since you had sex raw is that true" gagged as I was I could only nod " well that shit changes tonight daddy don't fuck with no condoms fags take my cock bare. Is that OK with you? A part of my brain was screaming at me to shake my try to spit out the gag and tell him fuck no but I found myself nodding again instead. "Well that's good. Not like you have much choice now" As I felt him move into position behind me I tensed a little and tried to force myself to relax as I felt the head of his cock touch my ass I tensed again having second thoughts about letting a cock that big into me. From the first seconds he got his head in I knew it was going to take all I had not to scream or cry as my ass tried to accommodate a cock almost as thick as a keystone can but I bit down on the gag and just let it happen When it felt he was about halfway in and that I was going to be ripped in half he stopped pushing in in ad just sat there for a second the told me " it's ok daddy knows it's big but daddy will make it fit" I of course could answer even if I had want Ed to Daddy began fucking me then not to hard just long slow thrusts getting deeper each time in less than a few minutes he was balls deep in me and my ass had finally gotten used to his thick cock so I knew the fun was really about to start. Daddy really started then sometimes going hard and fast sometimes long slow strokes others times pulling it almost all the way fast then shoving all ten inches in has hard and fast as he could. I still felt stretched but was loving every second my own cock had never been Harder After about seven to 10 minutes I felt him tense getting ready to cum " you ready for this fag? Ready for daddy to change your life? : I had no idea what he was talking about but wanting to feel him fill my ass with cum something I hadn't had in far to long. "Here it comes daddy is about to knock your ass up " he said as I felt his whole body tense It seemed he came for forever though probably lasted less than 2 seconds but he pumped lots of cum deep into my body. To my surprise he didn't pull out but went right back to fuck me his cock not going even a little soft " don't worry bitch we ain't done yet. I got at least tone more load for you faggot cunt." He told me as began to fuck me hard again. I ki da lost track of time at that point he kept fucking me reaching down to give me the occasional hit of poppers then I heard another voice " hey man whats going on?" I recognized the voice as belonging to one of the other invited tops. "Just wanted to see if the uncle is as good a fuck as his nephew" daddy replied to the man as he walked into the room " well is he ? " the man asked curiously. " fuck even better much tighter henisnt the slut his little fag nephew or that whore trans bitch are." Was his reply " Wow a nephew and uncle that are both chasers. That's fucking hot" the man did sound like he was surprised " naw this one is just a regular fag doesn't even know I'm poz been to sheltered to recognize my tat" was daddies laughing answer to him I was in full panic mode what they said made it through the poppers and weed. Holy shit this guy guy was poz and not only had I let him fuck me raw he had already cum in me once. I didn't know what to do thought about trying to get up to make him stop but I was tied up and tied up well. I had no chance . Then it hit me it was already to late he had already bread me why try to fight it why not just enjoy the rest of the sex? So that's what I did. The new guy came and sat on the bed near my face it was the first close look I got at him it was one of the white guys he also had a tattoo above his cock. His was the biohazard tattoo that I did definitely recognize. After that I didn't pay much attention to him all I could do is enjoy the massive cock that was really really stretching me out. I was starting to get sore by the time I could feel him get ready to cum again to my own surprise I was excited not scared and as I felt his body tense I could feel a orgasm building in me as well as I felt his second poisoned load go deep into my guys I shot my own load all over the bed. As I felt daddy move from behind me I heard my nephews voice " so it worked uncle Jason did get involved in our little party. Mom was right he couldn't resist,. I looked back and saw him and jenny standing by the door with the rest all still nude. I tried to ask him what he meant but was still gagged luckily the man on the bed untied the gag and I spit out the panties. "What do you mean your mom was right? " I asked him now very confused. She said if we had this party here like this you would end up joining in. He said with a smile. "Even arranged the trip to Vegas to help set it up. This was always a poz party but not for me and jenny daddy pozed us months ago you were the guest of honor though only me jenny and daddy knew that until now" I was really confused this made no sense so I just had to ask him why they would do this why they would want to Well for myself I wanted to do it for you to free you. Let you really enjoy this part of your life not live in fear." He told me moving closer to the bed. " mom on the other hand said it was payback. You managed to cause her to get knocked up this is her returning the favor" I was curious that she had shared parts of the past with him and that she still held the grudge but before I could think more about it my nephew spoke again " Don't worry uncle Jason we can talk more later it's getting late and these other guys probably want a turn on you before we get some sleep." As he sat down on the bed watch he went on its a even bigger day tomorrow another 3 poz tops are coming so is a special guest." As he finished talking I felt one of the other men move in behind me and push his cock into my now very loose very wet ass and I knew he was right it was going to be a long night and I would love every minute of i

You are correct. It is harder to get HIV through oral but it’s easy to get an STD/STI through oral. But anal, I believe, is the easiest way to get most diseases.

You gotta take it slow. This usually works for me. You gotta het him real horny. I start by sucking his cock - get him real hard. Then I move to his asshole. I eat him out and tongue fuck him until he's dripping. Compliment his ass/asshole. "man you got the hottest asshole I've ever seen"Rub your cock between his ass cheeks and rub your helmet on his hole. Tell him you gotta just feel his hole on the end of your cock. Slide in an inch or 2. Grunt and moan with pleasure "fuck man, your hole feels awesome" Go a bit deeper, "just let me fuck your ass for a few minutes" Go in him up to your balls. NEVER promise not to cum in his ass. Keep fucking him until you hear him moaning. Never tell him "I'm gunna. cum" Just keep fucking him until you shoot your load in his ass. 9 times outta 10 if I get my entire shaft in his asshole it's a safe bet Im gunna seed him. I'd guess most bottoms wanna be bred - they just gotta be led there.

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

“Sleep.” Brian’s face fell, the trance taking over. His body relaxed, breathing slowed. Cum was dripping out of his pussy, quickly caught in the thermos. Mr. Miller shoved the butt plug back inside and took the thermos, handing it to Matt. “Drink this,” he said. “When you’re done, undue the restraints and bring him upstairs. We’re going on a trip.” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller collected the gym clothes into the duffle bag and went upstairs, dressing himself. He took his phone and went through his contacts, finding the name The Director. “Hello,” a voice said over the phone. “We’re on our way,” Mr. Miller said. “Get everything ready. Make sure everyone is there.” “Yes, sir.” Mr. Miller packed the duffle bag into his car, removing two jockstraps and two shirts. “Put these on,” he told Matt and Brian as they entered out of the basement. “While I like the idea of traveling with two naked slaves in my car, it wouldn’t do for people to take notice of you.” Both Brian and Matt pulled on the shirts and jockstraps and climbed into the backseat of the car. Mr. Miller drove for an hour before he drove into an alley on the side of an old brick building. He pulled the car into a garage in which other cars were already parked. “Matt, get the duffle bag out of the trunk,” Mr. Miler said. “Slave, you will walk directly behind me and not say a word. Matt, you will follow last. Understood?” Both Brian and Matt said, “Yes, Master.” “Good.” Mr. Miller had walked through the building many times before, knowing where he was headed. He had brought many slaves to this building over the years, several leaving with new masters by the next day. He glanced back at Brian and Matt and wondered if either wouldn’t be leaving with him by the time he left. He couldn’t imagine leaving without Brian seeing as there was so much more he needed to do before his new slave was broken in. Brian still hadn’t been tested yet to see if Mr. Miller’s strain had taken hold of his slave, though he knew it would after several days. Mr. Miller knew he wouldn’t keep Matt forever, though he didn’t know when he would assign him a new master. There was a man in Florida who wanted Matt, to add him to his growing number of slaves. The man even went as far as removing the genitals of his slaves, leaving their pussies as their only form of pleasure. Mr. Miller liked Matt’s cock, but it wouldn’t be up to him in the end. As of now, however, Mr. Miller didn’t know if he wanted to part with Matt yet. They entered a hall in which a man stood at the end, guarding a door. He was wearing leather shorts and a leather vest, his hairy chest and stomach sticking out. The lights in the hall gleamed off his gray hair and highlighted his bulge which was significant. Mr. Miller knew this man well. He had once been a respected business man, married with kids, but Mr. Miller had been paid by the man’s neighbor to hypnotize him, making him a leather slut. It had almost been too easy. The man had been closeted, making the brainwashing easy. His wife took the kids and ran off with someone she worked with. In the end, everything worked out for the best. The man remembered little from his life before becoming his neighbor’s leather slave. Memories often had a way of diminishing over time. “Hello, Sir,” the leather man said, bowing his head. “Is everyone here?” Mr. Miller asked. “Yes, Sir. They wait for you inside.” “Good. Before we leave, I plan on fucking you at least once. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir. My pussy is all yours to fill.” He stepped aside, opening the door, allowing Mr. Miller and his slaves into a large room in which a warm light glowed. In the room there were several slings hanging from the ceiling along with ropes on which wrist restraints were attached. There were crosses on which leather straps were attached. Holes were built into the side of one wall, just large enough for a man to fit inside, his ass and legs hanging out, giving other men access to their holes. There were plastic bins around the room in which sex toys were piled along with gags, butt plugs, rubber suits, leather suits, cock cages, rods for sounding, and every other item a master could want to use on their slave. There was even a corner in which there was a station set up for piercings and tattoos. Mr. Miller had spent years constructing this getaway for masters and their slaves. A friend of his kept watch over the facility, known to everyone as The Director. To Mr. Miller, he was Simon Key, the first man he had ever converted. Now, Mr. Miller sent men on occasion to Simon to work as escorts, erasing their minds until all they could think about was cock and cum. Mr. Miller could see that several of Simon’s recent escorts were in attendance along with several other men filling the room. It was easy to tell the slaves from the masters. Masters wore whatever they wanted, whether suits, leather gear, sometimes redneck getups if that’s what they were into. All the slaves were required to attend naked, a requirement Mr. Miller appreciated. “Matt and Slave, remove your clothing.” “Yes, Master,” they both said, removing their shirts and jockstraps. There were six other Masters in the room, all of whom Mr. Miller knew well. He created their mind control programs, keeping them well stocked in whatever type of man they wanted. Mr. Miller noticed Wesley Anderson, a tall, muscular man who wore a suit and was flanked by five naked men. Mr. Miller knew Wesley’s type. He only ever went after married men. Wesley was also a lawyer, often representing the wives of the men he had taken control over, making sure the wives walked away with everything, making the men dependent on him. Once they were, he had them branded on their chests with his initials, thinking of them as cattle. Wesley was a dirty fucker, and Mr. Miller liked him. Perhaps he’ll take a liking to Matt, Mr. Miller thought. He could represent Matt’s wife when the time comes. “Welcome, gentlemen,” Simon Key said, entering the center of the room. “All of you know why we’re here. Each of you is experienced, having come to this gathering several times before. I’d like to extend our gratitude to Mr. Miller, our leader and supplier of content.” The six men applauded. “Happy to do my part,” Mr. Miller said. “And I believe,” Simon continued, “that each of us along with several other men were fortunate enough to watch the stream of your new accomplishment.” He motioned to Brian who remained unmoved to the attention. “Out of all your students, I think this one is by far our favorite.” “Thank you,” Mr. Miller said, looking back at Brian. “My slave has only just been broken in over the weekend. My other slave, Matt, and I spent the day torturing him today. I look forward to each of you contributing your toxic loads and that of your slaves as well.” “I’m ready when you are,” another Master said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch. The man was wearing a leather jockstrap which had thick pubes sticking out at all angles. “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anything that young.” “You’ll get the chance,” Simon said. “I am training him for testicle torture,” Mr. Miller said. He came to Brian’s side and kneeled down, wrapping his fist around the young man’s scrotum and pulling down, showing his already low hanging balls. “I’ll be working on extending his balls and scrotum down to below his knees.” “Is that possible,” another Master asked. “We’ll find out,” Mr. Miller told him. “Though my other slave I will part with eventually,” he continued, motioning to Matt, “I plan on keeping this slave for myself.” “Keeping all the good pussy for yourself,” a third Master called. “If that were so, I wouldn’t have brought him here,” Mr. Miller told them. “I brought a scrotum weight if you want to use it,” Wesley said. “I’d love to fuck him with it on, watching his balls pulled down to the ground, hitting against the sling as I fuck his brains out.” “And with that,” Mr. Miller said, “I believe Wesley has just solidified himself as the first to fuck my slave.” The men around the room groaned in jealousy. “Instead of talking about fucking, why don’t we simply start,” Simon told them. “For some of you, I know you have newly toxic slaves, so we will be performing biohazard tattoos later in the evening. I’m also meant to tell you that George Truss, a Master from Ohio, will be streaming the castration of one of his slaves this weekend. If you wish to watch, let me know so I can send you the link. Anything else?” The men were silent. “Alright then, gents. Time to start fucking.” The men dispersed, the Masters checking out the bins full of toys and equipment before directing their slaves. Mr. Miller approached Wesley, Matt and Brian following behind. “It’s good to see you, Wesley,” Mr. Miller said, shaking the man’s large hand. Mr. Miller knew that the rest of Wesley’s body was equally as large, his dick nearly eleven inches long, by the far the biggest cock in the group. They had once brainwashed a man with a dick over a foot long, but his Master wanted him only for a bottom, so he had the man’s dick surgically modified, leaving him with a two inch penis. It was no surprise that the men Mr. Miller knew were depraved. “I’m happy to be here,” Wesley said, eyeing Brian. “I came hard watching you put this one under your trance. You make it an art form.” “I do my best,” Mr. Miller said. “Would you mind if I have one of your slaves fuck Matt.” “That’s right,” Wesley said. “A returning favorite. A married man if I remember correctly.” “That he is.” “Any news on that marriage?” “I’m projecting a divorce soon,” Mr. Miller told him. “I’ll make sure to pass your card along to her.” “And what about her husband?” Wesley asked, licking his lips. “When will you be passing him along to me?” “I haven’t tired of him just yet,” Mr. Miller said. “But, when I do, I’ll make sure you’re given notice.” “That’s all I ask,” Wesley said. One of Wesley’s slaves approached, holding the scrotum weight, handing it to his Master. “For allowing me to fuck your new meat first,” Wesley said, handing Mr. Miller the weight, “consider this a gift.” “Much appreciated,” Mr. Miller said. He had already bought several along with a leather extender, all of which he purchased using the money he got from selling some of Brian’s possessions. He also had access to Brian’s bank account, but he wouldn’t be taking money out of that right away. He didn’t want Brian’s parents to become too suspicious yet. I wonder what Brian’s dad is like, Mr. Miller thought, his dick jumping at the thought. Mr. Miller attached the weight around Brian’s scrotum, but, instead of letting it go gently, he let it drop, watching as it pulled down on his slave’s testicles, bouncing a bit and hitting against his legs. “You really think you can get his balls to below his knees?” Wesley asked. “I’m hoping he can get them so far down,” Mr. Miller said, “That he’ll be able to put them in his own mouth.” Wesley moaned. “God, I love it when you talk dirty.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Matt, go with one of Master Wesley’s slaves and get at least five loads into your ass before the hours up. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said. “Reggie,” Wesley said. “Take Matt and fuck his ass until his ass drips with toxic cum and blood.” “Yes, Master,” one of Wesley’s slaves said. Matt left with the slave, both heading toward one of the available slings. “Reggie has a big cock,” Wesley said. “He’ll tear him up good.” “Family?” “I just finished representing his ex-wife. She got all the money from the business he owned. He has two sons, both quickly coming up to their 18th birthdays. I think I’ll be making a reunion happen soon. He loves drinking piss. I haven’t used a toilet to piss in weeks.” “Saving water.” “I’m doing good work for the planet,” Wesley joked. He looked beyond Mr. Miller and eyed Brian again. “Is it time for me to take a ride?” “He’s all yours,” Mr. Miller said. _________________________________________________________________________________________ I'll be doing a side chapter soon about what else Mr. Miller gets up to in connection to a sperm bank.

As you know, this is fiction. It's fantasy. Obviously, consent is necessary. We all know this. Anyway... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian pulled his car outside of the address Mr. Miller had given him, all his belongings in the trunk or backseat. It was nearly dark, the task of shaving all his body hair off taking considerable time. Now he was smooth. Since leaving Mr. Miller’s office, the effect over Brian’s mind had started to lessen. While he was still complying with Mr. Miller’s orders, there were moments of hesitation which reached out to the surface. As he had been shaving his chest, his hand had stopped for a brief moment as the desire to keep the hair which had made him feel like a man took hold in his mind. The interruption did not last as Mr. Miller’s control took over and he continued shaving. Even as he had taken his belongings to his car, there was a moment of sadness knowing his things were about to be sold. Still, he did as he was told. Brian left his car and walked to the front door, ringing the bell. The door opened, Mr. Miller appearing in a bathrobe which was tied tightly shut. A smile turned his lips. “Welcome, Brian. You’re later than I expected.” “Sorry,” Brian said. Mr. Miller’s eyebrow raised as he noticed the lack of the use “Master.” His control was wearing off. “Come inside,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back and allowing his student inside. “Take a seat in the living room.” Brian did as he was told. In the living room there was a large TV mounted on the wall with the couch angled directly toward it. There was a coffee table between them on which there were several books. If Brian had been able to take in his surroundings better, he would have noticed that each book was dedicated to images of the male body and sexual positions. All but one at the bottom which was titled The Human Mind and How to Control It by Andrew Miller. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Miller asked. Normally he wouldn’t ask his slave if he wanted a drink. He wouldn’t ask him if he wanted anything. But he knew that his control was wearing off, and not wanting to shock Brian out of his trance, he needed to ease him into the next phase without scaring him off. It was a delicate task creating a sex slave. Mr. Miller had done it only twice before, the first failing to respond to the hypnosis after a few sessions and the other losing Mr. Miller’s interest after only a year. As he looked at Brian who was standing in the living room, staring at the television, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t find himself bored. He had found himself a winner. “Here,” Mr. Miller said, handing Brian a glass. “It’s Whiskey.” “I…” Brian started, a bit of his buried mind coming to the surface. “I’m not… 21.” “It’s alright,” Mr. Miller said, pushing the drink into his hand. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Brian slowly took the glass but did not drink it. “Sit down, Brian,” Mr. Miller said, motioning to the couch. Brian sat down while Mr. Miller pulled out his phone and opened an app. “I’ve been working on something that I’d like to show you,” Mr. Miller said, pressing a button which lit up the television screen. “Tell me what you think.” The screen started flashing like a strobe light while a strange noise filtered through the sound system. Mr. Miller watched the reflection of the screen in Brian’s eyes which were growing wide while his mouth fell slack. The drink in his hand fell to the floor, spilling the whiskey. “Looks like you like it,” Mr. Miller said. The subliminal messages within the videos he had sent to Brian before had been subtle, just enough to do the trick without turning him into a completely mindless husk. This video was stronger. He had been working on it for several months, syncing the flashes and the binaural beats. Images from porn were spliced in just for good measure. While there was no guarantee it would work, Mr. Miller had found it to be suitable when he had tried it out on his neighbor, Matt. Inviting Matt over for a football game while giving him time away from his wife was all Mr. Miller’s neighbor needed to find himself on the couch, mindless, unaware of what was happening to him. Matt had been a good fuck. His ass was a real bleeder. Perhaps I’ll introduce Brian to him someday, Mr. Miller thought. “Brian,” Mr. Miller said, stepping toward the television and looking at his student directly. “Who am I?” “My Master,” Brian said. “And who are you?” “Your slave.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his bathrobe open and revealing his almost naked body beneath. With the warmer weather, beads of sweat had started to collect under the bathrobe, hiding within his armpits and thick chest hair which ran down his stomach, disappearing beneath a pair of leather briefs on which a biohazard symbol was printed. While he had liked to have seen Brian react, taking in the sight of the teacher he had wanted to fuck for so long, knowing that the young man was under his control was enough to make him hard. “Brian, remove all your clothing.” Brian stood up, eyes still glued to the television, and started stripping, revealing a hairless body beneath. Mr. Miller stepped forward and ran his hands along Brian’s hairless chest and abs, loving the feeling of his smooth, warm skin. As his boxers were removed, Mr. Miller caught sight of the hair Brian had missed, those strands around his cock, hidden within the cage. No matter, he thought, running a hand down to Brian’s ass. There was a slight sweat in the young man’s crack, allowing Mr. Miller’s fingers to slide down and find his asshole. Brian had done well shaving his ass much to Mr. Miller’s surprise. He positioned his middle finger over Brian’s hole and pushed inside, pressing his other hand on Brian’s chest as his body jumped from the intruding finger. “Let me in,” Mr. Miller said. For sexual partners, he would say, “Relax,” but Brian wasn’t his partner. He was his slave. Having him tense was at times better, giving him something to struggle against. His finger was almost up to his knuckle, the tip of his finger searching inside for Brian’s prostate. Unable to fit anymore of his finger inside without fisting the young man’s ass, he angled his finger and pressed down, finding the small gland. Brian moaned, his cock jerking in the cage without being able to grow. Mr. Miller could have told him to lose his erection again, Brian being under his control, but there was still the need for what would remain of Brian’s free mind to learn. He’d have to learn not to get hard, to find pleasure in his ass when pleasure was appropriate. It was Mr. Miller’s pleasure that mattered, and Brian had to learn this. “Do you like that, slave?” Mr. Miller said, his one hand still grinding down on Brian’s prostate while his other moved down to the testicles. “Yes, Master.” “Know, Brian, that I will no longer be calling you by your name. Your name no longer matters. Your identity does not reside in what came before today. You are now what I’m making you. You are my slave and shall answer to the word. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” “Good, slave,” he said. Brian’s balls were starting to rise up toward his body, seeking release, but Mr. Miller wrapped his fist around his scrotum and squeezed, pulling down slightly. Brian’s body shook as pain warned him of his Master’s grip. If it hadn’t been for the video playing, Brian would have been pulled out of his trance. Soon he would suffer all types of pain while staying under Mr. Miller’s control, but for now, he was being eased in. “If I have my way,” Mr. Miller said, his grip on Brian’s balls growing tighter, continuing to pull down, “your balls will hang down to your knees and drag on the ground as you crawl across the floor. Do you believe it is possible?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, his voice breaking from the pain. A slight tear entered the corner of his eye. “Good, slave,” he said, releasing his balls, giving them a smack. “I think it’s time for us to begin your transformation. Follow me.” Mr. Miller led his slave down a hall and stopped at a door on which a latch was built in at the top and bottom. Neither was bolted at the time. “Welcome to your new life,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door. Inside there were two slings, a doggy cage in the corner, a bench on which to either fuck or discipline, and a cabinet in which Mr. Miller kept other items at the ready. While he desired a sex slave, there were always nights when he wanted to fuck a random stranger. While the padded cuffs and small collars were suited for random fucks, the cuffs which were known to rub skin raw along with thick, unrelenting collars would be used specifically for Brian. The whips were for anyone. The as-of-yet unwashed butt plugs were waiting for Brian’s hungry hole. “You said your darkest fantasy was to have my babies,” Mr. Miller said. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Tonight, I’m going to infect you with my toxic cum. Tonight, I will mark you as my own. My DNA will forever be in your body, destroying you even when I’m not here. Isn’t that what you want?” “Yes, Master.” “Good,” he said, though it no longer mattered if it was what he wanted. “Slave, get into the sling.” As Brian climbed into the sling, Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and pulled out a ball gag on which there were indentations of teeth from previous men and slaves. He brought it to Brian and fitted it into the slave’s mouth without asking him to open. He had to learn. He made it as tight as he could without causing his slave too much harm. Brian’s eyes had wandered up to the red light on the ceiling, the glow filling his eyes. In this light, Mr. Miller thought, his slave looked beautiful. “I’ll always remember this moment,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back from Brian. He removed his leather briefs, revealing a nine-inch cock, thick and veiny. “Time to own your life.” ________________________________________________________________________________________ Let me know what you want to see happen. I've got ideas but only so many. No real end in mind, so we can go almost anywhere. Obviously, full on fucking is coming up next.

Part 2 This whole situation evolved into something Chris had never thought about. He was down with being on his back and tied to the bed, it wasn´t even the first time he fucked like that. Being the more submissive partner wasn´t something he was used to, but he´d never complain about a little spice in bed. This here though was something else. A attractive young guy fingering himself, starring into his eyes, while using is precum as lube for hole. This was so wrong and danferouse, but somehow extremly exciting for him. He shouldn´t be turned on by this, yet he was. It was terring him apart, knowing this was something he should prevent at all costs, while at the same time wanting to go through with Miles plan of potentially infecting himself with HIV. Not that he had any say in it really, being tied down, at the mercy of that stud who was straddiling him. "You look cute when you are thinking, did you know that?" Miles said, while collecting another drop of pre on his finger. He pressed his finger in his hole once again, moaning lowly while doing so. "Man, you are leaking so much I could do this all day long. But I think we both want to take this to the next step don´t we?" he said, finger knuckle deep in himself. He pulled out and sat down on Chris´s lap again, hand behind his back and slowly stroking the tops balls. "Just imagine how that big cock of yours would feel in my ass. Wet with my spit and your pre, we wouldn´t even need lube now, you know." He grapped his balls a bit more forcefully, making Chris gasp. "You know, I´ve heared not using condoms increases the sensation for the top, you know, skin-to-skin and nothing in-between. You can´t tell me you haven´t thought about it." And they both knew he was right about that. Almost mad with lust the tied down stud gave him a short nod, not knowing what else to do. He hadn´t shot inside another guy in so long, the idea by itself was so tempting. "I haven´t done that in a while" Chris panted. Miles had him exactly where he wanted him to be. Unable to move, conflicted about the idea, but ever so slightly giving in. But he didn´t want to do the first step, it just wasn´t fun to do that. No, he wanted Chris to initiate. He could just take his dick, ride him until he cums inside him and be done with it, but where is the fun in that? Still with his hand on his nuts he spoke again "They are so big and heavy, I bet you have a big load in there for me, don´t you stud? I´d love to feel it all inside my hole, I wouldn´t let it leak out. Maybe you even have more than one load in there." He lowered himself down a bit more, just enough so that the head of Chris cock felt the heat of his hole. "Fuck..." the guy beneath Chris murmured. Lightly stroking the abs of the top, the tied down guy began to realize that Miles would eventually get from him what he wanted. "I wanna fuck you but..." he began, only to lose his train of thought immediately. "But what?" the bottom asked slowly. Chris didn´t answer. Miles leaned forward, almost in kissing distance of Chris, who was trying to connect their lips but failed due to to the handcuffs. "Maybe we can meet each other half way?" he said seductively. The stud beneath him only nodded slowly. Miles began to lower himself further while grabbing Chris dick and lining it up with his inviting hole. Chris pushed up a little, coming into contact with that desired hole for the first time. Both starring into each others eyes when the cock met the holes resistence, but neither stopping in their motion, both intended to finally fuck. Miles hole gave way to Chris dick and Chris entered him, both moaning simultaneously.