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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.

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.

You don't get to dictate when, or if, your account is deleted. Nobody is making you log in here, and the site owner would be well within his rights to keep every posting of your public, in perpetuity. That said, there's a process for getting your account removed, and yes, it can take up to 90 days (which is the time allowed for citizens of EU member states under EU law). As a US resident, it could take longer and it's still perfectly legal, so if you want it to drag on, just keep complaining about it - they probably won't slow-walk your request, but there's no reason they couldn't. What "other sites" do isn't relevant. When you buy a Toyota, you can't demand it have every feature that a Nissan (or a Honda, or a Ford, or a Kia) has. When you go to dinner in an Italian restaurant, you can't demand they serve you Thai just because some other restaurants do.

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.

So my regular fuckbud just left, 2nd time i've taken his 9" thick black cock this weekend. But he has left me flying and feeling like a total cock whore, been dipping and licking his load from my arse typing this. Wish there were more tops to use my arse

I'll pass. If its that tight there is NO WAY its clean at the depth that I go.

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.

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.

This was basically me as the bottom when I lost my virginity. Went into the situation 100% we will be using condoms and walked out leaking his cum. He did say he had a condom when we started but when the time came to fuck he said his brother must of taken it and understood if I wanted to stop. I couldn't think straight at all and took him bare with no thoughts about him actually cumming.

I love sucking cock because i love cock. And because I love cum. I love feeling a semi-hard cock stiffen up to full mast with my lips wrapped around it. I love the smooth round curves of the head. I love the way a really hard cock feels as it enters my throat. I love the teary-eyed, breathless headrush of deepthroating or getting facefucked. I love when he fills my mouth with his cum and I have to work to not let any slip out because I want every drop of it. I like to keep it in my mouth for a bit and really enjoy the taste of it. Lick my lips so they’ll taste like cum all day, and then swallow it all down. My other favourite thing about sucking cock is that it usually leads to me getting my ass fucked, and I love that even more than sucking cock. 🤤😋

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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.

That was so funking hot. Just when I thought it couldn't get better there was a new twist. I'd like it to happen to me in reality.

Part 14 I lay there on the picnic table with the back of my head against the wooden slats and my eyes closed, feeling the waves of erotic indescribable delight wash across my naked sweat soaked body and through my racing drugged up mind. Relishing the just-made memories of the best damn sex I had ever had. Sex like I could never have begun to even imagine just a week ago. And I was dimly aware that as I played over and over in my mind of how Drew had taken my cherry ass I had no regrets. But even more I realized I felt no guilt knowing I had cheated on my wife. And realizing that only stoked my horniness and readiness for more secret wild fun with the three naked hot horny men I was with now. Not knowing I was doing it I caught myself rubbing the thumb of my left hand back and forth across my wedding ring. A dark smile crossed my face as I softly whispered, “She doesn't need to know.” I felt Drew's still-hard cock move inside my ass as he swayed his hips left to right, causing me to open my eyes. Drew was holding himself up on his lean strong arms his eyes locking onto mine. He had a devilish sexy grin on his face. “That's right, Daddy Justin. She doesn't need to know anything at all. She doesn't need to know how her man loves and needs dirty raw sex with other men. How you can't get enough of the fuck smoke and letting it feed your craving for cock and cum and ass. And she doesn't need to know how much you enjoyed feeling your married ass stuffed full of dick and flooded with hot cum. Cum from your own son's cock and balls.” Hearing Drew talking so filthy made me moan loud and deep. For a split second an image of my son Jeremy flashed across my mind but I quickly let it slip past as I felt my “new son” Drew begin to thrust his cock gently in and out of his “daddy's” hole. “You DID like feeling my hard cock pounding your hole, didn't you, Daddy?” I ran my hands up both of his arms, placed them behind his neck and pulled his face toward mine. “I fucking loved it, son! It was unbelievable!” Drew slid his tongue into my welcoming mouth as he started to make his movements between my legs a little faster and a little more forceful. Breaking our kiss Drew whispered seductively, “And you want more don't you stud? You want – you NEED – your ass fucked again and to have it filled with more cum, right?” “Hell yes! I want more. You're right, son. I need more. Please!!” “And you need more fuck smoke too doncha?” I heard Kevin say from next to me, his words immediately followed by the click of the flame that would make more of the clouds. My guttural moan was all the answer he needed and in a second he was slipping the stem of the pipe back between my lips. I wasted no time pulling the smoke deep inside me like the tina whore I had already become. As I blew out a 3rd consecutive cloud I felt Drew's hand grip my throbbing dripping boner and begin stroking it, at the same time stopping the thrusts of his cock into my needy hole but leaving it inside me. I moaned and writhed on my back feeling the electric jolts of pleasure his hand was giving my dick. “So you want your cheating married ass fucked and bred again, huh?”, he said softly, teasing me. “Oh fuck yeah! Please! Fuck me. Breed me. Fucking please!” I begged. “Then tell me, Daddy. Whose dick do you want to fuck you next, Kevin's or Ryan's? You're going to get fucked and bred by all three of us don't worry. But which one gets inside you next, Justin?” I almost came as his words registered on my brain. I hadn't thought about the other two guys fucking me but now the idea filled my thoughts. Damn! Who did I want pounding my married cheating daddy hole next??!! (more on the way soon)

The straight married guy that I hook up says my hole is better than his wife’s pussy 😉 he’s a construction worker and has a limit window of opportunity to play, which is like 3-4am. But damn he slices in me while wearing his construction gear…. Fuck I feel like I’m in a porn shot.

Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Chapter 39: Knock Knock As we lay together in bed, we hear someone at the door. Of course the motel had no other security devices besides the door lock. The door opened, and there was dad. He smiled and said well look at my boys, all naked and sweaty. I didn't quite know what dad meant by my boys, but it didn't really bother me as I knew the three of us would soon be having sex. Dad asked if he could join us in bed, and immediately stripped, and got in bed between us, instructing us both to get our lips on his cock and drain him. His ass was plugged holding in the motels owner which he received by watching the two of us. We both put our lips on his cock, running our lips and tongues up and down his engorged cock. We stopped a few times to kiss each other. We took turns throating his cock. Just before dad was to cum, he told us to get side by side on our backs and he would share his load with us, as we both did an amazing job pleasing him. Dad shot on both of our faces, rubbing his cum on our faces then into our mouths. Dad then told us to kiss each other. Dad then kissed each of us individually and then said he never thought he'd have both of his sons in bed together with him. We both looked at each other and said what!? Dad had called us his boys before, mouth this time he said his sons! Dad told me that the trick was his first biological son, and told the trick I was his new step son. We were both obviously shocked at the revelation, yet somehow excited at the same time. Dad explained that his first wife divorced him when she found the two of them in bed, and thats why we had to be super careful around his new wife. Dad apologized for not telling us this beforehand and asked what we thought. I had mixed feelings about it. Was this planned by dad? Did his real son know that dad was going to show up? Why didn't his real son say anything when dad first came in? Dads real son interrupted my thoughts by saying he wanted to fuck me and welcome me to the family. After he unloaded in me, we held each other and talked. He told me our dad was a very loving man, but did have a piggy side to him also. He admitted that they had discussed about pozzing him, and he had agreed to it, but then the divorce got in the way, and it never happened. He asked if dad had discussed pozzing me, and I said i was still on the fence about it. I told him that I just started prep, and dad was planning on having a gang bang with his undetectable friends. He said dads parties are always fun, and dad set one up for him, but it was with truly toxic guys and they ended up pozzing him. He did say he's on meds now, and would ask dad if he could join the gang bang. I said I'd love that. With that, we kissed and my step brother went on his way. What a wild week it had been for me while mom was away! We made love in my parents bed every night. I met my dad's real son and we both fucked each other. I started on prep anxiously awaiting dads friends to breed me soon. What else could I ask for? After we left the motel, dad and I made love one last time before mom came home. It was extra special as it would be our last time that week in my parents bed. Dad made it extra special by adding candles and having champagne for us. Dad told me he was so proud of me and happy how far they had come in a short time. Dad then asked me if i was still up for letting his undetectable friends breed me in a few weeks. I quickly said yes. Dad asked me why, and I said it had intrigued me. I told dad that through him, that I understood that having HIV, or AIDS is no longer a death sentence, and that I would never consider getting Aids. Dad told me that he would be certain that I was not to develop Aids. Dad explained that once someone was pozzed, they became part of a Brotherhood. He continued by saying the Brotherhood was strong, much like the relationship they have developed between them. I then dropped a bombshell question asking dqd if he would poz me IF I decided I wanted that. Dad said that was a tough question, but was happy I asked him. Dad said he had asked himself what he would do if I asked, and felt I would eventually ask him that. After much thought, Dad said he would, as it was the ultimate bond between us, Just like he created his son though love, he could have another "child " by pozzing him. Dad continued that now was not the time though. He explained that all things new were usually exciting, including gay sex. Dad said that becoming poz had both ups and downs, and he wanted him to experience both before the two of us came to agreement on pozzing. We had the most romantic sex that night. We both seeded each other several times before falling asleep in each others arms. Mom returned home the next afternoon which gave us time to wash the sheets, and still had time to make love in the my bed. Mom returned, and asked us how the week was. Dad told mom that it was a normal week but they were jealous that she had more time away than they had. Luckily his wife said maybe you two should do another weekend camping trip, as you seemed so happy after your Iast one. It was just what we wanted to hear. It would be perfect for my undetectable breeding experience. Dad told me he would line up his friends, and had a suprise for the weekend. Dad didn't tell me, but he actually planned to take me to a gay campground. He knew his friends woukd provide plenty of sex for him, but I would get even more!

2. I picked up my clothes and wearing only my jock, walked back to my little apartment. As soon as I was in the door I couldn’t help but run my finger over my hole. It felt slick and a little puffy. It had never felt like that before. On a whim I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the ass juice and cum from them. I felt even more slutty than before. It was a little hard to think about what had just transpired and how quickly it had happened. I suddenly understood my love of man scent, an attraction to older men, and had been fucked raw for the first time. My cock gave a powerful throb. I was still so horny. Danny was right, I would have said yes to anything in that moment, but time wasn’t going to change that. I wanted to keep feeling like this. I slipped a finger into my ass and felt how lose my ring felt. It had never been like this when I’d played with it before. This was what it was like to have a properly fucked hole. I was open, full of cum, and ready for more. I went into the bedroom and pulled out my suitcase. I had put most of my clothes away already, but there were a few personal items I hadn’t unpacked yet still. Sitting in the bottom of my duffle was a little black cloth bag. Long and heavy it was obvious before opening what was inside it. I took the shiny black butt plug out. Even though I had used it just a few days before it now seemed smaller somehow, a little less impressive. It wasn’t wildly thick or wildly long, but it had served me well in college. Normally it took a good amount of lube to get it in, but I suspected today would be much easier. I spat onto the head, and rubbed the toy against my hole. The spit made my sphincter slick again. I took a deep breath. I let it out slowly, and slid the toy inside my ass. It locked in easily, and I gasped a little. It felt good to be full again. I worked it in and out, the cum from my hole frothing around the shaft. I pulled it entirely out of my hole and pushed it into my mouth. I licked the cum from the silicone plug. With my mouth full of cum and ass juice I sat down hard on the plug. It slid into me in one easy movement. My phone buzzed. I struggled to find it for a minute. It was still in the pocket of my shorts which lay in a discarded heap on the floor. There was a text from an unknown number with a local area code. Hey David. This is Jack: it read. I felt my hands shake a little and my hole twitched around the plug. Hi!: I responded. Did you enjoy your time with Danny this afternoon? Yes daddy! It was amazing. I like you calling me daddy: his responses were coming fast: it gets me hard boy. The next message that came through was a picture of a shockingly thick uncut cock erupting from a slightly trimmed bush of dense gray pubes. The foreskin looked thick, and somehow delicious. There was a glint of precum leaking out of it. I typed back fast: Fuck daddy! That is a beautiful cock! All the same rules that Danny had apply with me boy. You have to tell me what you want. I want you to fuck me: after my afternoon with Danny I was more confident, it was easier to say what I was thinking. What else? I want you to fuck me till you cum in my hole. Anything else? I want to be your boy! I want you to take me. Good boy. What are you doing now? Honestly? Yes boy. I’m playing with my hole. I’m sitting on a butt plug right now wishing it was your cock. You want me to come fuck you? Yes daddy! You’re ready for me now? Yes! Good. Unlock the door and wait for me on your knees in the living room. Leave the plug in your hole. I’m coming to you now. Holy shit! I thought. It was happening now. I ran to the front door, holding the plug in my ass with one hand, and made sure it was unlocked. Then I stepped back a few paces and got on my knees waiting. My heart was thudding, but my cock was hard as a rock and my hole was pulsing around the plug’s shaft. Despite my nerves there was nothing that was going to stop me doing whatever this man asked of me. For several long moments I knelt on the cold tile waiting. He took his time I thought, making sure that just enough time had passed that I would worry he wasn’t coming. Then I heard footsteps on the path outside, a shadow passed in front of the window, and the door opened. Jack stood framed in the door way. He was shirtless, his skin a deep warm tan that stood out in sharp contrast from the forest of silver-gray hair that covered his torso. His nipples were large and brown. His belly stood proud from his body, a firm sort of belly that seemed to be built on top of a base of powerful muscle. His shoulders were broad and powerful looking. On the bottom half he wore a pair of short little vintage looking basketball shorts. They did nothing to hide the sizable bulge he was already sporting. He stepped into the room and closed the door. I realized I was holding my breath. “Hello boy,” he said in his rich resonant voice. “I’m glad to see you’re waiting for me so patiently.” “Of course, daddy.” “You remember the rules?” “Yes daddy!” “What are they?” “If I want something I have to say it out loud.” “That’s right. So what do you want.” “You daddy! I want you! I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me! I want to be your boy!” “Good boy. I’m going to keep asking you. I’m going to check in with you every step of the way till your hole is leaking my cum.” “Yes daddy!” “Now, before we go any further I want you to know what you’re committing to by taking my load. If you take my load you are promising me that Danny and I will get to fuck you together. If that isn’t something you want you can decide that any time until my load gets pumped into you. Once that happens however, your hole is promised to us. Do you understand.” “Yes daddy!” “Do you still want to continue?” “Yes!” “Then come suck my cock.” I crawled across the floor and my hands and knees in front of him. He pushed his shorts to the ground unleashing his cock. The foreskin was naturally rolled back part way down the throbbing head. His pubes looked a little wilder than the picture, a dense mound of gray hair. His balls hung low and full. I licked my lips. Holding his cock by the base Jack shook it at me, a little drop of precum oozed from the head. I moved forward still on my knees with my mouth open and caught the head in my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, working under the foreskin, and eliciting a pleasure filled sigh from Jack. I held onto his shaft and balls as I began to bob forward and back. Danny had been in control when I sucked his cock… really it had been more like him face fucking me. Jack, however, was letting me do all the work. I pushed myself down on his cock, swallowing hard. I tried to breathe through my nose so I could take him deeper and longer. Still I was only halfway down the girthy shaft when my gag reflex kicked in and I fell back coughing and spluttering. “Its ok boy,” Jack said in a soothing tone closing the distance between us again, “You’ll get used to it. Danny and I will have you deep throating our cocks like a champ in no time. For now, take your time and savor daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love my fat dick in your mouth.” “Yes daddy!” I jumped back up and started to slobber all over his cock. I licked around the slit, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. I swallowed both of his balls at the same time. I slid my mouth up and down his cock till it glistened. My jaw was tired, and my face was once more covered in my spit. “Good boy, you love daddy’s cock don’t you. You love worshiping it.” “I do daddy! I love your cock. I love having it in my mouth.” “You’ve done a good job boy. Really. Now get up and worship daddy’s body a little.” He put both of his hands behind his head exposing his pits. I was instantly hit with the smell of a hot sweaty man and my hole clenched around the plug. I leapt up and dove into his pit. His scent was different than Danny’s but no less intoxicating. I slurped away like a starving man. I felt like my head was spinning. This smell was like a drug that made you horny. The more I smelled it the harder I got and the hungrier I got for cock. A long bead of precum hung from the tip of my cock now. I didn’t know what a pig was at the time, but when I look back I could pinpoint this afternoon as the moment I became a pig. The scent of a man was all it took to make me horny. By the time I was licking his second pit I was in heat. I pulled out of his pit, my face covered in spit, sweat and his scent. On my tip toes I kissed him lightly on the mouth and said, “Please fuck me.” “You’re ready for daddy’s cock?” “Yes!” “You remember what that means boy?” “You’re going to breed me.” “And if I breed you…?” “I’m committing to letting you and Danny fuck me together.” “Is that something you want?” “Yes!” “Say it.” “I want you and Danny to fuck me together! I want to be your boy! I want you both to fuck me, and use me, and fill me with cum!” “Good boy! Lets go to the bedroom and get that plug out then.” He led me by the hand into the bedroom, and tossed me on my back onto the mattress. Immediately I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees to the sides of my chest. “Look at that ass! Damn. Danny wasn’t kidding. Such a perfectly furry butt. And isn’t that the cutest little plug you’ve got in there. Is that the only plug you own boy?” “Yes… I… well…” “Go on.” “When I got back from being fucked by Danny I wanted to feel full again so badly I pulled it out of my suitcase and put it in immediately. It made me feel slutty to know I had Danny’s cum plugged inside my hole.” “That is nothing to be ashamed of. Feeling slutty is good.” He tugged on the base of the plug causing me to moan. “Now, I’m going to take it out, and then I’m going to put my cock in your hole. You’re sure you want that?” “More than anything!” “Good boy.” He pulled a little harder and the plug slid from my hole with a soft squelch. I moaned. “That is a pretty hole. Probably a little tight still, but a pretty hole.” “I don’t think its that tight after Danny.” I laughed. “Oh its still tight… but if you keep going with us you wont be. I’ll stretch you out good.” “Fuck yes!” I had never considered being opened up, but now that he said it I desperately wanted to be. He spat into his hand and lubed up his cock, then he spat again and smeared it all over my tender hole. I moaned again. “So eager,” he said and lined his cock up with my hole. He rugged the big head against my pucker, smearing his precum and spit around. I was whimpering, and pushing my ass back trying to get him to slide inside me. When he finally shifted his weight and sunk the first few inches of his cock into me I sighed deeply. It didn’t hurt, it felt like bliss washing over me. My hole radiated pleasure as the second raw cock of my life slowly slid inside me. Sweat sprung up across my chest, and I could smell myself too now. I had never noticed my own scent before, but now I found it just as hot and sexy as Danny or Jack’s. I put one hand behind my head and smelled my own musk. “That’s it boy! Smell your own manly scent. It turns you on doesn’t it. Good! We don’t like our boys too fresh. We want you to smell like a fucking man.” He bent forward, pushing the last inch of his cock into me and stuffed his nose in my pit. He inhaled deeply, and with a satisfied sigh, ran his tongue from the side of my body to just below my elbow. He smiled and kissed me. I tasted salty sweat on his lips, my own salty sweat. I wrapped my arms around him and held his big burly body to me kissing him passionately. Our tongues wrestled, invading each others mouths. He held his cock balls deep inside me, flexing it against my tight hole as we kissed. “Use me,” I said, my voice a breathless whisper. “Good boy,” he said in return, and reared back so he was towering over me. I looked up his body, taking in the firm belly, the massive pecs, the thick gray hair. I felt overwhelmed by my lust for this man. This man old enough to be my father. This man who’s husband had fucked me and bred me just a few hours before. This man who now had his unprotected cock inside me. This man who was going to give me the second load I’d ever taken. Everything about him was astounding and sexy. Then he began to thrust. The pleasure I’d gotten from Danny’s cock hadn’t been a fluke, or a one off. Jack’s cock felt just as amazing as he slid it slowly in and out of my hole. He held my thighs wide, on either side of his thick frame. I was spread open for him, his belly rubbing against my crotch. I felt my mouth go slack as he picked up the pace. “I can feel Danny’s load in your hole.” “It feels so good daddy!” “I love sloppy seconds.” “Fuck me!” He was pounding me now. There was a steady slapping sound echoing around the room and a grunting it took me a minute to realize was coming from me. Jack’s cock was knocking a low guttural sound out of my mouth with each deep thrust. It was uncontrollable and animalistic, my body’s reaction to being dicked down. “You like that big raw daddy dick don’t you?” “Yes! I fucking love it. I need your load daddy! Breed my hole!” “Don’t worry boy, you’ll be full of spunk soon enough.” He starter to fuck me even harder, growling with each thrust. It felt like he was punching my guts with his cock head. He slammed it in and out. I could tell my hole had gone slack around his invading cock, no longer putting up any fight. He had hold of my ankles now and was holding my legs forward and out so that he was over me slightly. I looked up into his handsome face, contorted in pleasure and exertion as he railed me. Sweat glistened on his face, and trickled down in little rivers through his dense chest hair. I watched his face change, the pleasure and exertion slowly morphed into hunger. It was like an animal was clawing its way out of him. A werewolf shifting at the full moon. His breathing was ragged, his eyes clenched shut, and his jaw set. A low growl came from deep inside his chest, the kind that you feel more than hear. He was jack hammering his cock in and out of my without mercy. I was a ragdoll in his hands. With one last powerful thrust he forced the full length of his member inside me. It throbbed against my battered hole. I felt the cum rush up through his shaft till it exploded inside me. His cum flooded my hole as his cock pulsed inside me. I felt a glowing warmth spread inside my gut. “Thank you, daddy,” I whispered. I felt spent. It wasn’t until he dipped his fingers into the mess I’d made on my stomach and chest I realized he had fucked another load out of me. I had been so overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock was giving me I hadn’t noticed my own dick shooting another massive load. He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and licked my load off of them. Then he bent down and kissed me. I tasted my own cum on his tongue. I could smell his sent. I was in heaven. Slowly he pulled his cock out of my hole. We both groaned. I felt warm but empty. Jack flopped down on the bed next to me. I let my legs down, my hole felt slick. “Damn boy. You did good.” I rolled onto my side to face him, and ran one hand through his thick chest hair. “Thank you, daddy. It felt… It felt better than any sex I’ve had before.” “Danny told me that he was the first man to fuck you raw.” “Yes!” “Well that’s part of why it felt better. Raw sex just feels better. Having a man finish inside you makes it even hotter. Right? You like being full of our cum don’t you?” “Oh my god yes!” “The other reason is, we know what we’re doing. Older men know how to take care of a boy’s hole. We know what you need, and how to make you feel good.” “You fucked me better than any boy in my college.” “Good. That will hopefully keep you coming back for more… speaking of. You’ve got my load in your guts now. You remember what that means?” “It means I’m committed to letting you and Danny use me together!” “Good boy.” He kissed me. “Is that still what you want?” “Yes! I want you both!” “You’re horny again already aren’t you!” “Yes… if you told me to bend over for Danny right now I would.” He laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that I felt through the mattress, “Good to know, but we’re not going to give it to you quite yet. You’re going to have one more opportunity to back out boy. Im going to leave you here to think for a while. If you really want to be our boy. If you really want us to use you, to open you up, to breed you; come to Bungalow 4 at 8pm. Don’t bother getting dressed. Walk over in your jock, that’s how we’ll know you’re committed. Once you’re there tonight though, you will not be given more opportunities to back out. We will use you. You will be our boy, our cum slut.” “Yes daddy!” “Good boy.” He kissed me again, and then got up from the bed. He walked out into the front room and I followed him. He picked up his shorts and made to leave without putting them on, his cocks still shinny from my hole. “Oh, I’ll drop off a bigger plug for you in a couple of minutes. If you find you need something more substantial than that little thing in the meantime.” One more kiss and then he was gone. I was naked except for a jockstrap now wet with spit and cum, my chest covered in my own drying loads, with an ass full of sperm from two different men, and I was harder than I’d ever been before.

FWIW, I don't disagree with your approach in general, @JimInWisc, and I recognize the dynamics in play that you report, @BlackDude(though I would say that those generalities do not always hold true for the Democrats). That said: elections are, in essence, a zero-sum game. In the end, one person wins, one person loses. More often than not, I'm not particularly inclined to vote for either candidate, regardless of party, but I do recognize that one of the two is going to hold that office when the dust settles. And in every case, even if I can't find a reason to vote FOR either candidate, I can almost always find a reason to vote AGAINST one of the two candidates. It's rare that both candidates are equally bad, even if neither is someone I'd pick from an open field of thousands of possibilities.

I'm not sure if you can separate party leadership - which are the elected officials who govern the party - and its funding base. The leadership accepts the policy goals of the funding base - big business and the very wealthy, basically - as policy goals for the party, whether formally and loudly or informally and quietly. But the party leadership also knows that tax cuts for the rich and benefit cuts for the working class are not popular even with their electoral base. So the party leadership manufactures divides on social issues - as I've noted, historically race-based, but also sexual orientation-wise and now trans rights. And almost always, it's in the name of protecting the children. As in "Would you want your kids to go to school with one?" when it was black people in the 1950's and 1960's. Or "Would you want your kid taught by one?" when it was gay people in the 1970's and 1980's. And now it's "Would you want your kids to see these people in a library reading to your kids?" when it's trans people and drag performers. The specific language keeps shifting, because as Lee Atwater candidly admitted in 1981, conservatives could say "N----- N------ N------" in 1954, but not in 1968, so they had to switch to code words like "forced busing" and "state's rights". And by the time of Reagan, they had to use terms like "welfare queen" and "cutting welfare fraud", but the underlying message was always "white supremacy". But it's always safer for them to hide behind "protecting children."

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Mr. Miller approached Brian and leaned in close to his ear. “Partial,” he said. Brian gasped, his body falling to the floor, hands reaching down to the weight around his balls. He tried taking the weight off, but he was unsuccessful. He looked up at Mr. Miller and Wesley. “It hurts,” he said. “It’s meant to,” Mr. Miller said. “If I’m going to extend your balls to an ungodly length, it’s going to bring you pain. But, remember, that’s why I have you. You’ll learn to crave pain. It’ll be the only way you get off. Brian’s hands stopped with the weight and instead felt around the cock cage. “When is this coming off?” “It’s never coming off,” Mr. Miller said. “If it does, it’s only after your dick has shrunk down to at least one inch.” Brian looked up at Mr. Miller, his face growing red. He jumped up and started toward him, but the sudden movement caused the scrotum weight to hit against his legs, bringing him back down to his knees. “You can’t hurt me, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “The brainwashing won’t allow you to. It also won’t allow you to run. You’re stuck here, doing what I tell you to do, so, if I were you, I’d learn to find some enjoyment in tonight’s fucking. Odds are, even with your good looks, you wouldn’t have gotten dick like this even if you’d begged. Speaking of which, everything that Master Wesley tells you to do, you will do without hesitation. That includes begging for his huge dick to tear your ass open. Understand?” Mr. Miller could see Brian trying to resist, but his will was already breaking down. “Yes, Master.” He finally said. “Master Wesley,” Mr. Miller said, “He’s all yours.” Mr. Miller walked away, leaving his slave with Wesley. “I love having men under my control,” Wesley told Brian, removing his clothing. “Having them completely under a trance is good, but I miss seeing them squirm and cry and plead for me to pull my thick, log-sized dick out of their asses. Looks like I get to listen to your cries all night. Isn’t that right?” “Yes, Master Wesley,” Brian said. “Good, slave. Now, get into that sling.” Brian stood up, the weight hitting into his legs, causing him to shudder from the pain. He didn’t stop, though, unable to resist Wesley’s command. He climbed up into the sling, his balls hanging down over his ass, the skin already red. “If you thought your master tore you up,” Wesley said, revealing his 11-inch dick, “you haven’t felt anything yet.” Mr. Miller went around the room, whispering the secret trigger words which would bring some of the slaves out of their trance states, leaving them incapable of running away or crying out for help. Instead, all they could do was cry out in either pain or passion as the room was filled with the sound of men fucking. “Do you hear that?” Wesley asked, grabbing a bottle of lube and rubbing it along his dick. “All those cries, your voice is about to be the loudest of the bunch.” “Please,” Brian said, his hands grasping the chains of the sling. “I don’t want it to hurt.” Wesley laughed. “When I fuck, it always hurts.” He lined his dick up with Brian’s hole, moving his weighted balls to the side, and shoved half of his dick inside. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!” Brian cried, back arching, head thrown back, mouth open in a scream of pain as the largest dick he had ever seen ripped his ass open wide. Already a bit of blood was leaking out of his ass, running down along the sling and dripping down on to the floor as Wesley started pumping inside the slave. “Scream louder,” Wesley growled, forcing more of himself inside Brian who was no longer screaming, his body in shock. His eyes were wide, searching for someone to help him. “I’d close that mouth unless you want a poz dick down your throat,” Wesley said. “In fact, I need someone to fuck this slave’s throat.” A slave of another master stepped forward, his dick in which there was a PA dangling between his legs, proving him to be large. “This slave is going to fuck your throat,” Wesley told Brian, reaching out and grabbing his face, directing his eyes into his own. “You won’t bite. You won’t turn away. You’ll gag, but you won’t puke. When he cums, it’ll shoot down your throat and into your stomach. Understand?” “Yes, Master Wesley,” Brian whimpered, his head tilting back once it was released. His eyes saw the other slave’s pierced dick and he started to grow even more afraid. Wouldn’t that metal ring hurt his throat? Feeling the dick in his ass, the weight on his balls, and with the knowledge that poz cum had been and was about to be shot deep into his body, he already knew his body was hurting and would only hurt more. It was as if these men were trying to break him down and break him open. “Open up wide,” Wesley said, shoving his dick into Brian’s ass hard, causing the young man to gasp just enough for the other slave to shove his dick inside his mouth. Brian had never had this big of a dick in his mouth. He found it difficult to breathe. He wanted to push the guy away from him, but Wesley’s command made it impossible to do so. He could feel the PA pushing to the back of his throat, and he wanted to gag. Soon, the other slave started thrusting his dick inside Brian’s mouth, entering his throat, the piercing cutting his insides and bruising his throat. Spit fell from his mouth and into his eyes, mixing with his tears. He couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t matter. All he had to do was be there for these men to fuck him. “That’s right,” Wesley said, pounding Brian’s ass while watching his throat grow each time the other slave shoved his dick inside. “Nothing like a good spit roast.” He reached down and grabbed Brian’s balls by the weight and pulled it up, holding onto his balls as if they were a safety strap on which to hold onto for dear life. Brian’s body shuddered with the sudden pain, his testicles crying out from the pain. What will happen to them, he wondered? Would his balls be ruined? If he managed to escape, would he ever be able to walk normally? If he married a man and they wanted kids, would his balls even be able to make sperm? Mr. Miller’s voice filled his mind. “You don’t want any of that,” the voice said. “You only want to extend your balls as far as they can go. You don’t want to escape or get married. You only want to stay with your master. You only need him. You exist to pleasure him and the men around you. This is your purpose. This is why you are here.” And though Brian knew this voice wasn’t his own, and even though he didn’t believe what the voice said, he found himself relaxing and enjoying the feeling of having his ass and throat filled beyond their breaking points. Once again, his will was breaking. Wesley had seen this before. He knew when a slave was starting to come around and be broken, not because they were made to but because their minds were starting to turn. The slaves knew they were being put into a trance, but the brainwashing went even deeper, changing their thoughts, their beliefs, their deep desires. Soon, Brian would stay with his master without needing to be told to. He’d think it was his choice, but Wesley knew better. “Lucky, fuck,” Wesley said, looking at Mr. Miller. “The man is a fucking artist.” He squeezed Brian’s balls, feeling their fragile state in his hands. He wanted to see the slave’s balls reach to his knees. Fuck, he wanted to see them reach his ankles if possible. The young man’s body was attractive, but Wesley knew their slaves were their canvases. Mr. Miller didn’t like covering his slave’s bodies with tattoos or piercings, but he did like to see them as perfect specimens. Clearly, the young slave’s perfection resided in his balls hanging like a pendulum. Mr. Miller watched as Matt’s ass was opened wider by Wesley’s slave. Mr. Miller hadn’t brought Matt out of his trance as much as he had down with Brian. Instead, he brought him into a state of misconception. Matt believe himself now to be a gay slut, needing every dick he could get. His inhibitions were down, making him hornier than ever. While Mr. Miller liked this version of Matt, it never lasted for more than a few hours, which is why he didn’t use it often. It was the once trance he hadn’t yet perfected. Besides, Mr. Miller liked the way Matt looked when he was under Mr. Miller’s total control. It was as if he were a robot. Watching him fuck Brian’s ass without any sign of enjoying it turned Mr. Miller on. He was simply a fuck machine, unaware of what he was doing and the pleasure to be found in it. “Fuck yeah,” Matt moaned, jerking his dick which was leaking precum. The other slave’s hands were twisting Matt’s nipples, eliciting grunts of pain and pleasure. “Fuck me harder. Knock me up. Make my ass drip with cum.” It was music to Mr. Miller’s ears. “Enjoying yourself?” Simon asked, coming to Mr. Miller’s side. “I always am,” he said. “Not to put a damper on your enjoyment,” Simon said, watching as Wesley grabbed Brian’s balls and pulled them to their extent, “but how exactly are you planning on making this work?” “What do you mean?” “With your new slave. Are you going to keep him in a trance forever?” “I won’t need to,” Mr. Miller said. “His will is breaking, even when he’s under my trance. Soon, he’ll want to be the poz slave that he is, serving me because he wants to.” “Because he thinks he wants to.” “Same thing,” Mr. Miller said. “He’ll call his parents and say something to keep their distance. By that point, he’ll be poz. I’m sure that will anger them enough to cut some of their ties. Then, he’ll work while I work. I get his money. He gets my dick. I fuck him until he’s only a husk. Everyone is happy.” “How long until he’s poz?” Mr. Miller watched as Wesley slammed his dick into Brian’s bloody hole. “Not long.”

Mr. Miller’s dick was starting to hurt after two days of constant fucking. It wasn’t until Monday morning when a knock on the door arrested his attention. He had just been planning to check on his slave when the guest knocked. Answering the door, he found Matt before him, his glazed look returned. “Master,” Matt said, “my wife has left. I am here as you instructed.” Mr. Miller smiled. “How long will she be gone?” “Two days.” “Plenty of time for what I have planned,” Mr. Miller said. “Go and get your used gym clothes and bring them here.” “I also stole clothes from the gym like you told me.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said. “Have you pissed this morning?” “No, Master.” “Good. Don’t. And did you collect your cum like I told you to?” “Yes, Master.” “Bring that as well. You have five minutes.” Mr. Miller went down into the basement, finding Brian on the floor, asleep, Matt’s sweaty shirt clinging to his own sweaty body. His testicles were pulled back, still attached to one of Mr. Miller’s weights. His scrotum was red, his testicles showing some swelling. The television screens were still playing until Mr. Miller opened the app and sent the screens to black. “Wake up,” he said, crossing to his slave and slowly stepping down on his balls. Brian jolted awake, Mr. Miller’s control taking over quickly after. “Good morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ve done well these past few days. I believe you’ll serve me well. I do want to try something new today. Undo the strap around your testicles and climb up into the sling.” Brian did as he was commanded. As he stood up and crossed to the sling, Mr. Miller took notice of his balls which looked to be hanging lower than before. With his slave in the sling, Mr. Miller strapped his hands and ankles tight, doing so further up with his legs and arms. Once he was sure his slave was secure, Mr. Miller looked deep into Brian’s eyes. “Awake.” Brian gasped, the glazed look which had set in since Friday now gone. “What, what’s happening? Where am I?” “It’ll take some time,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and running his hands along his slave’s legs, “but you’ll soon remember.” “What have you done to me?” “I’ve given you what you wanted,” Mr. Miller said. “You said you wanted me to fuck you. I have. You said you wanted me to impregnate you. In a manner of speaking, I have. Everything you’ve wanted, I’ve given to you. I’ve also given you things you never knew you wanted. I’ve made your life simple. You live to serve me as my sex slave. You’ll never have to worry about making a decision again.” “But,” Brian said, his memories of the last few days returning, “What about my life? What about what I want?” “I’ve given you what you want,” Mr. Miller said. “I’ve blessed you with dozens of my poz loads. Soon, a part of me will be within you forever. I was planning on keeping you under my control forever, but I think I’ll allow you to regain some awareness. You still can’t run away. I won’t release you that easily. You also can’t hurt me. But I want to see you accept this fate. The brainwashing I’ve set within your mind will continue to break you down. Soon, I won’t have to put you under any trance. You’ll want to stay because whatever part of you that could resist me will be gone.” “Master,” Matt said, the man standing in the doorway of the basement. “Perfect,” Mr. Miller said. “You see, Brian, this is Matt. He is a man who I have under a trance, but only when I see fit. What I plan to do to him, to remove his will slowly, I am doing with you this summer. I’m giving Matt more time, though I’ve already pozzed him, making his loads toxic. Isn’t that right, Matt?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said, entering the basement. In his hands he carried a duffle bag and a thermos. “Place the bag on the ground,” Mr. Miller said. “Today, Brian, I am giving my dick a break. We’ve been fucking constantly, and, as you’ve noticed as I’ve sat here watching you pull the weight around by you balls, I like to watch every now and then. Matt here, another of my toxic slaves, will fuck you, unloading his toxic cum in your hole.” “I don’t want—” “Quiet,” Mr. Miller said. Brian’s mouth closed instantly, his eyes looking pleadingly. “Matt will fuck you, contribute his loads, helping ensure that you will be poz. There’s no doubt that you will be. I’m highly potent, as is Matt. But first, Matt here hasn’t had the chance to piss yet this morning, and I’d hate to have a strong bladder-full of piss go to waste. Brian, you will open your mouth and drink down Matt’s piss. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said, walking to Brian’s head. Brian struggled slightly against his restraints, but as soon as Matt was next to him, his mouth opened. Matt pulled down his pants, revealing a cock that was slightly shorter than Brian’s but significantly thicker. It looked to be the same girth of a soda can, covered in veins. On his cock there was a tattoo, that of a biohazard symbol and the initials A. M. in the center. “Drink up,” Mr. Miller said, opening the duffle bag and pulling out several pairs of clothing, dropping them on the floor. Matt grabbed Brian’s hair and pulled his head down to his dick, unleashing a thick stream of golden piss into the slave’s mouth. Brian’s eyes widened as the liquid cascaded across this tongue, the pungent smell permeating the air. Even though he didn’t want Matt’s piss in his mouth, he started to swallow, just as Mr. Miller had ordered. Meanwhile, Mr. Miller sorted through the clothing, finding several pairs of jock straps, a few pairs of briefs, shirts, and socks. One of the briefs sported a streak of brown on the ass while one of the jock straps was discolored yellow from years of stains. The jock strap Mr. Miller pulled up to his face and breathed deep, taking in the smell of unwashed months, piss, cum, and sweat attached to the fabric and sporting the odor of man. The smell alone got him hard. He looked across the basement to where Matt was still feeding Brian his piss, the young slave desperately swallowing to keep up, making his erection even firmer. “I’m done, Master,” Matt said, turning to Mr. Miller, small drops of piss dripping to the floor. “How did that taste, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, eyeing Brian who was shuddering as he swallowed the remaining piss in his mouth. “Bitter,” Brian said. “The taste of piss is something else you’ll soon crave,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll want it more than water. Do you have to piss?” Brian nodded. “Matt, drink Brian’s piss.” “Yes, Master.” Matt circled around to Brian’s caged cock, lowering his mouth over the cage as piss splashed out, running down over Brian’s body. Matt slurped up the piss as well as he could, his hand reaching down below Brian where he caught extra drops which he brought to his mouth. Mr. Miller pulled on the briefs which had the stain on the back and brought the stained jock strap over to Matt who was finishing his drink. “Is this yours?” he asked Matt. “No, Master.” “Who does it belong to?” “A man named Wes Little, Master.” “The police chief,” Mr. Miller said, examining the jock again. “I wonder if he likes wearing a stained jock? Maybe, it’s communal for all his officers.” He ran his tongue alone the crotch, savoring the flavor. “Get me more of Chief Little’s clothing for the future.” “Yes, Master.” “And is that your cum?” Mr. miller asked, nodding down at the thermos. “Yes, Master.” “How many loads?” “Twenty-three.” Mr. Miller took the thermos and opened it up, breathing deep the scent of stale loads. “Just think, Matt, if it hadn’t been for me, all of this probably could have been used to make a person. A person you’d have to raise with your bitch wife instead of letting yourself fuck hundreds of people, no cares in the world. It’s a good thing I found you when I did. Now, all you have to do is do exactly what I tell you.” “Yes, Master.” “And what I’m telling you,” Mr. Miller said, drinking a large gulp of cum from the thermos, “is to fuck Brian’s brains out.” Brian tried to escape the sling, but the restraints kept him secure. “I don’t want my brains fucked out,” Brian shouted. “Too late,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m in your mind. I’m slowly wearing down your defenses against me. Soon, you will serve me without the need of a trance. Just wait and see.” Matt spit into his hand and rubbed it over his dick, lining it up to Brian’s hole. He grabbed Brian’s legs to stop the his moving and shoved his dick inside. Even with Mr. Miller’s constant fucking and the use of the butt plug, the girth of Matt’s dick proved to be too large, sending Brian into a blinding pain. “FUCK!” he shouted, head tilted back, his body trying to move away from Matt’s intrusion, without success. “Everyone talks about wanting a big dick,” Mr. Miller said, drinking more of Matt’s cum from the thermos. “But they only ever mean long. Sure, I love a long dick, 8, 9, 10 inches. But a thick cock, one that fills you up, opens you wide, that’s a different experience. It tears you open. That’s what Matt’s dick is meant to do. It’s meant to tear open holes and infect the ruined pussies with toxic cum.” Matt’s thrusting had increased, a steady motion breaking Brian’s pussy now sending both waves of pain and pleasure throughout the slave’s body. Matt’s dick was pressed against Brian’s prostate, a constant feeling of pleasure spreading throughout his restrained limbs. His caged cock tried to break free from the cage, but it was no use. “Once Matt is divorced from his wife,” Mr. Miller said, finishing the thermos of cum, “I’ll have him sleeping with as many men as possible, ruining their holes, filling them with toxic cum. Imagine every man being pozzed.” Matt’s grip tightened around Brian’s legs, sweat pouring down his face, his chest hair slick. Mr. Miller approached, standing behind Matt, kissing his neck, tasting the sweat. He wrapped his arms around the man’s body and ran his hands through Matt’s body hair. While he loved Brian being smooth, Matt was the type of man you didn’t want to see hairless. His hair intensified his sexiness. Mr. Miller looked down at Matt’s cock as it entered and left Brian’s pussy, the tattoo seen between thrusts. “What a beautiful cock,” Mr. Miller said. “Who does that cock belong to, Matt?” “It belongs to you, Master,” Matt said, his breathing labored. “I belong to you.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes now looking at Brian who was looking up at the ceiling, his own body covered in sweat. “Matt knows who is in charge. Matt knows who he serves. How about you, slave? Who does your cock belong to?” Brian looked down at his caged cock, anger and acceptance in his eyes. “You.” “I’m sorry?” Mr. Miller said. “You,” Brian said, the word an effort to say. “Master.” Mr. Miller smiled, grabbing Matt’s face which he turned and started kissing. Matt continued fucking Brian’s pussy, blood covering his dick. “I’m gonna cum,” Matt said, his eyes focused on Mr. Miller. “May I cum, Master?” “You may,” Mr. Miller said, his arms around Matt’s body, one over his heart, the other reaching down to his dick. “Fill him up with our strain.” Matt burrowed his dick deep inside Brian’s pussy, hands squeezing tight on Brian’s legs as his body shook. Mr. Miller could feel Matt’s heart racing while everything around his dick pulsed with each squirt of the toxic load. Brian’s breathing was strained, his chest heaving, cock straining for release. “I’m cumming,” Brian whimpered, eyes focused on his restrained dick. “I need to cum.” “Do it,” Mr. Miller said. He reached down and grabbed Brian’s swollen testicles and pulled them hard. “Matt, put these in your mouth.” Matt pulled his dick from Brian’s pussy, pink cum pouring out, splattering on the floor. Mr. Miller held Brian’s balls steady as Matt sucked them into his mouth, fitting both inside. “Bight down a little,” Mr. Miller said, watching as Brian’s face contorted, his body trying to release his load but Matt’s hold on his testicles along with the damage done keeping him from cumming. “Cum, slave. I want you to cum!” “Yes, Master,” Brian cried, eyes closing as spurts of cum shot out of the cock cage. The pain was clear on his face, but so was the pleasure. What Mr. Miller had noticed instantly was the fact that Brian had called him Master without being under a trance. Already the young man’s mind belonged to Mr. Miller. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ What kind of body mods are people thinking?

Part 3 After all the teasing Chris felt like he was in heaven, finally being able to stick his dick in the boy ontop him. Mere minutes ago he tried to talk his way out of Miles hole, now he couldn´t think of a better feeling in the world. After all this was his first time getting laid where he didn´t wear a condom since he became poz. No, finally just skin-to-skin fucking and from the looks of it the boy who was impaled on his poz dick was in paradise as well. Moaning filled the room until Chris was fully hilted inside the hungry hole with his 8 inches. "You are fucking tight..." Chris said as they seperated their tounges. It wasn´t something he just usually says to make the bottom feel good, it really was true. Miles hole hugged his cock like it was meant to be there and without the annoying rubber it felt like it was surrounded by velvet. Miles blushed a little at that comment, although it wasn´t the first time he heared a guy say that to him, it made him aware of what he was doing, which in turn only made the situation that much more meaningful. He was here to collect his first big poz load and he was intend on enjoying the process. Miles still hadn´t move, he was still completly saddled on the tops poz dick, which without a doubt was leaking plenty of toxic pre cum in his already lubbed up ass. "Such a big dick in my tight ass, I bet you like it, don`t you? I mean you already helped me to make it all slippery." Miles smiled at the handcuffed guy. He began to slowly raise up until only the very end of the toxic prick was still inside his ass, just to decent on the pole just as slowly, savoring every moment, and droplet pre, he could. "God it feels good to finally have a big poisenouse cock in me. What do you say, cutie, feeling alright? I hope i didn´t tease you too much and you won´t cum early in my tight ass, after all, I want a big load from you." Chris couldn´t really think anymore, it was just all way too much. A hot guy riding him, while being cuffed to the bed, without a condom in sight and being activly asked to cum as much as possible just left his mind blank and made him do what he really wanted to do all this time, thrusting his hip upwards, meeting the demanding boy. Miles once again graped behind his back and began playing with Chris balls again. "Man I bet these must be boiling with poz cum. And we both know a good load musn´t go to waste. Do you know where we can store that load safely. Somewhere where not a drop would go to waste?" he teased. Dirty talk always got to Chris in a good way, but this somehow hit diffrent. He really didn´t have a say in where he would cum, but still he responded with an almost inaudible "inside". Miles beamed from ear to ear and asked "What did you say?" After not getting an answer for a few seconds stopped dead in his tracks with the head of the cock barely still inside him, threatening to fall out. Chris almost whimpered and was in no condition to think and just said, this time louder "Inside". The boy riding him cound´t let that pass and responded "But I thought you are poz. You said you have a really high viral load and it´s dangerouse. You are a dangeouse guy, aren´t you?" "Yes" Chris said, maddned that the fuck stopped. "And you still want to fuck your load in my tight hole? That could have real consequences, you know? Maybe I shouldn´t let you do that, I mean I could just blow you until you cum, how about that cutie?" Miles teased, already knowing what Chris really wants, but he wanted him to admit it, to really want it so he would later have no doubt about what really got him going on this fatefull night for them both. Chris panicked at that suggestion, surprising himself with his reaction. "No!" he practically cried out. The feeling, the risk and above all the thrill was just to good to make it end in a blowjob. "I-I mean you wanted me to cum inside you all this time, right?" he asked. Miles began to lower himself again, ever so slowly, and said "Yeah, but you were kind of against the idea in the beginning, so if you don´t want to, we can settle for a quick blowjob and be done with it..." With that Chris thrusted up as far as he could into the velvet hole and finally said "I want to... please let me cum inside you?" With that statement Miles increased his speed and finally began to really ride the guy beneath him and continued "Yeah, you wanna shoot your poz load in my neg ass?" to which Chris only nodded. "You wanna dump that toxic load in me, breed my hole nice and deep?" Chris nodded again and moaned a soft "Yes". Miles was now really going at it and rode that cock with enthusiasm, knowing that both of them were now working to the same goal, breeding his ass. But he also recognized that all the teasing and talking had Chris faster on the edge than he hoped, so he slowed down his pace, much to Chris relieve, because he wanted this to last just as Miles. "I hope you are up for round two after this, I wanna make sure your gift really takes a hold in me" the bottom said to which Chris answered with a strong "Yes". After a couple of minutes both of them began to pick up speed again, ready to head to the much wanted finish line. Miles was here to collect, but that didn´t mean he couldn´t enjoy himself, and so he began to make out with the trapped guy again, their breathing increasing with every second that passed, this time with no intention of slowing down. Both boys met each others thrust, both moaned, knowing what was coming and where it was going. Chris swam in pleasure, knwoing what was about to happen, and steadily increased his thrusts, until he pulled away from the hungry boys mouth and said "I´m-I`m gonna cum!" which was quickly answered by a fast "Do it! Breed me, fuck my neg ass and give me that toxic load". It all was just to much for Chris and with a final thrust into the 20 year old he came, shooting his poisenoise load like a firehose in the velvet ass he became so addicted to.

Part 3 The next two weeks were busy with soccer games and an internship. I was able to get into the bar with some friends the following weekend, and even got picked up by a friend of a friend. The sex was okay, but it hadn’t been great. And that’s what had me wrestling in my own head. I jerked off twice a day every day those two weeks, and despite trying, not to, my thoughts always went back to that fuck at the bookstore. I kept picturing his bare cock buried in my hole, and standing in that booth totally naked. I felt ashamed that I’d been there, and didn’t want anyone to ever know. But eve time I jerked off, I felt turned on and this thrill about it. I kept picturing myself walking those dark hallways, imagining them clogged with silhouetted guys stroking their cocks. I can’t go back there, I told myself during the day. It’s not the place guys like me go. But what about that guy who fucked me? He had been hot! And seemed like a normal guy I could meet out. Why was he there? It had my thoughts spinning and my emotions in a jumble. What was worse was I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. At the bar that night, I’d occasionally hear jokes about the bookstore and going there for “last call” if you didn’t find any there at the bar. Was that what it was? But people. Made it sound like somewhere you didn’t want to be seen. So why did I find myself standing outside the store again two weeks later? That same lesbian bouncer was at the door, and I couldn’t join my friends inside. I had gone to a local straight bar where some guys from soccer hung out. I had some drinks and hung out for a few hours, but wasn’t enjoying the conversation and constant prodding to go talk to some girl or another. Some people are clueless. Finally I took off saying I was meeting some friends. So here I am, wearing a blue tank top, white shorts, and flips flops, my hair freshly cut short with a little flip in front. I am feeling good about how I look. So why am I sitting in my car outside the bookstore again?? But I am. My cock is tingling and my guts are tangled up. This time I saw a couple guys go inside that looked pretty normal. One left quickly with a bag, but the other was still inside. Was he in the back maze of rooms? We’re there others that came in through the back entrance? Finally I was on the move, inside the store, and headed to the back area that was glowing with neon again. The same clerk was there, and I tried to avoid eye contact as I paid and he handed me anther little bottle. The first one was still unopened in the bottom of a drawer at home. This time I took a minute to remove the wrapper and look at the bottle; it was the first time I noticed some little pill sitting at the bottom of the bottom, immersed in the liquid. I still don’t know what these are, but they made me really horny last time. I tucked them into my pocket. I noticed a bowl of condoms on the counter. I should grab a few, just in case. I’m not going to fuck tonight, but I should have one in case someone wants to rub my hole. I should probably wear one for a blowjob here. But the thought of sucking on a rubber was totally repulsive. And if I bought one, the clerk would know I might be fucking out back and throw me out. The guy who fucked me last time said we needed to avoid drawing attention. I don’t want to get fucked tonight anyway. I walked out back, my flip flops slapping sounded really loud here. I crossed the glowing threshold into the back hallways. But this time I didn’t linger in the doorway, but kept walking. Tonight seemed busier. There were a lot of red lights glowing over the doors, and I saw three guys walking or standing in the hallways as I moved. I was trying to see their faces without them seeing me at all. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me here. If someone looked up at me, I’d look away quick. One guy was standing in a hallway, his head turned away from me. But his body looked decent in a t-shirt and shorts. The other guys were wearing dress shirts and pants. I suddenly felt self conscious about how exposed I was — you could easily see my chest and abs under my loose fitting tank, and my booty shorts were cropped right below my crotch. I walked the first two hallways, and then turned a corner and entered the third. I never really explored back this far last time. There were fewer doors, and only a couple red lights glowing. But the doors were all open, and you could hear the porn playing. I walked by slower, looking inside those rooms. There were two guys sitting in their own booths, cocks out and stroking really slowly. I walked by nervously, then went back to see if I could see them more clearly. The lighting was really dim, even with the video screens. Someone passed me in the hallway, but he gave me the creeps when his hand brushed over my crotch — I pulled away instinctively. Because of him I didn’t get to see inside the booths any better than the first time, and it was a minute before I looped back again. The guy in the first booth was older and looked like he might be a bit rough, with a cropped beard, jeans, boots, and a buttoned shirt that was hanging open. He was burly, with a thick hairy chest and a bit of a gut. But he had this manly energy. He was stroking so I didn’t get a good look at his cock, and he didn’t look up at me as I walked by. The second guy was in the next booth. He was naked except for sneakers, which I thought was really weird. Do guys really just hang out naked here? I don’t think I could do that. He was tall and thin. He looked up as I passed. I turned around and walked by again a few seconds later; he was still looking at me, like he expected me. His hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, his long cock rock hard standing straight up in the air, and his balls were poking out the top of his grip. I realized I was holding my breath. He motioned me inside. I hesitated, then walked by. I did the loop of three hallways, and found myself back at those two open doors again. The burly guy in the shirt and jeans was still watching his movie, ignoring me. But the naked guy had stood up, facing the door, and made direct eye contact with me. This time he just stroked his long cock slowly. It was enticing. This time I stopped in the doorway, captivated by the size of his cock. He motioned me inside again. I took a step forward. His body reminded me of a tennis player’s. He was somewhere in his late 30s or 40s, good looking. Oddly I thought he looked like someone my dad would be friends with. He motioned me inside again, that long cock calling. I stepped inside the booth, watching him stroke his cock ever so slowly. He wanted me to see it. I wanted to touch it. I reached out, and saw my hand was shaking. He let me put my hand on it. Fuck, it felt so warm! And it was girthier than I expected. Still longer and lean, but I didn’t expect it to be this thick. He didn’t reach out to me, but let me get used to holding his cock. He moaned a little as I squeezed for the first time. I noticed someone behind me. The creepy guy was back and standing in the doorway. I had the urge to bolt. What am I doing?? But the creepy guy was in the way. The naked lean guy moved at that moment, reached over, and closed the door on the creepy guy. Then he leaned back against the wall, showing off his cock again. This time he reached out and tugged at the front of my shorts. I hadn’t realized I was hard, but was suddenly aware of the pressure in my shorts. His hands sent sparks flying through me, and I shuddered. I had been holding my breath again, and it came out in a soft groan. My body released all its tension, and I felt like I was melting. Reading my reaction, he came closer, unbuttoned my shorts, and slipped them to the floor. He began caressing my cock, my balls, and then my ass. I just stood there letting the sensations wash over me. I closed my eyes. His hands moved under my tank top, exploring my pecs abs and pecs. “Very nice,” he said softly, his voice deep. “You are so damned hot.” He pulled my tank over my head and set it down on the plastic chair. “Much better.” My hand was unconsciously stroking his long cock. I looked down at it. I was enthralled. It had a domed head, and reminded me of those batons they direct traffic with at night. We were both standing there naked, him exploring my muscled angles of my body, and me holding my upright by gripping his hot cock. He bent his knees, and thrust his cock forward in my hand, the head poking my balls. Again I felt sparks go through my body as his cock pushed against my body. He did it again, more deliberate this time. He angled his tall body so his cock was now brushing up under my balls, between my thighs. “You play football,” he asked. “Soccer.” “That explains this body.” There was a thrill running through me. This guy thinks I’m hot. He. Appreciates my body. And he knows how to make it feel good. “Why don’t you suck it?” He said quietly. I crouched down, tentatively taking the long shaft. Could I swallow all this? The length was intimidating. “That’s it. That’s it, boy. Nice and slow. Enjoy it.” I was trying to, but I was feeling nervous again. I was naked, crouched in front of this stranger in a booth. There was a creepy guy outside the door. What am I doing here? “Just relax,” he said again. Was I that obvious? Did he know I was about to stand up and bolt? I decided to leave. I let his impressive cock fall out of my mouth and I stood up. Do I say I’’m leaving? Am I supposed to say thanks? Why do I say I’m leaving? Will he be mad at me? Probably. I took a step backward and was looking down to find my tank when his put a warm hand on my shoulder, and the other one moved under my nose. It was one of those bottles again. “Inhale. Relax.” I tried not to, but the bottle was was now up my nostril. “Inhale,” he said gain in that deep voice. It was a command. His thumb closed off my other nostril. “”Again,” he said. This time I got the full whiff. His hand pushed pressure on my shoulder, and I was then on my knees and started to devour his cock. My body felt amazingly warm, and I couldn’t get enough of his cock into my mouth to satisfy the sudden urge. I started going to town on his long shaft, despite it hitting the back of my throat. “That’s it. That’s what you want. You want to be a Cocksucker.” He was starting to moan a bit. “Suck it, boy.” I was amazed how hot his cock felt going in and out of my mouth. I licked the long shaft with my tongue, until he pushed my face deeper against his balls. “Lick them. That’s it. Lick my balls. Get those toxic juices boiling.” What did he mean? “Can you smell the load brewing in there? I bet you can. I bet you want it.” He shoved his cock back into my mouth. I didn’t resist. I was caught up in this guy’s energy. I liked that he had control. It was turning me on. What am I doing? As he was thrusting his cock into my mouth, choking me, I felt his body fold. Over mine. His hands were gl down the length of my back to my ass. He began caressing my ass with both his hands, kneeling the muscles. ”Such a hot body. Look at that ass. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a plastic snap, but didn’t think much of it. My hole suddenly felt very slick as his fingers deliberately pressed inside me. His long shaft popped out of my mouth, and my face was crushed against the hair in his crotch. I grunted as his slippery fingers penetrated my hole. It was kinda rough, but kinda a turn on. I need to leave, I suddenly thought, but that thought went no where. My ass had control of my body, and it was excited by what he was dong. I seemed like there were arms and legs all around me. He was moving around the small space, and started to maneuver me into a different position. I didn’t know how such a tall guy could fit in this little booth, let alone with another person. But he was managing it well enough. He seemed to be behind me now. He shoved the little bottle into my nostril again. “Take a good hit, boy. That’s it. Now one more.” He bent me forward, my arms and hands resting on the cold floor. It felt sticky. I didn’t care. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up. “Lift that ass, boy. Higher.” My head was swirling and I wanted to feel him so badly. My ass started grinding backward, instinctively searching for his cock. I actually had to stretch my legs and get on my toes in order to lift my ass to the level of his cock. He gave a malicious laugh, “That’s it boy. Work for that cock. Show me. What that hot muscle body can do for it.” I was in this weird triangular position, up on my toes and hands. He pushed his cock against my hole. I shuddered, feeling the heat of the head. He kept going, a firm pressure pushing my hole open. I grunted and yelped at the same time. As he opened me up, my head flung back, and I saw stars. He didn’t waste time. He was pumping his long cock in and out of my ass,. I was grunting. Each time it went deep. Fuck that was a long cock! I opened my eyes. I was facing the floor, my flip flop in front of my, and I could see a corner of my shirt to my left. How did I end up here? “You like that cock, boy?” “Oh fuck yes.” He pounded my ass hard in response. I moaned louder than I should have. He didn’t seem to care about how loud we were. “Fuck, boy, you. Have my juices boiling. Can you feel it? Feel the toxins boiling in my balls. What do you want , boy?” “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” “Yeah. That’s a good cumdump . You are a cumdump, boy.” My legs were starting to shake from the strain of hollowing this wired angled position. All my weight resting on my toes and hands. But his cock felt so amazing. I wanted him to keep fucking me. His thrusts were long and deep, and he had a fast rhythm. My legs ached. My ass wanted so much more. I kept moaning as he used me. “It’s cumming, boy. That load is cumming. You want. That load, don’t you? You want to feel it.” No! I don’t want it inside me! “YES!! Fuck me! Whatever you want!” Now the sound of flesh pounding flesh was ringing through the booth. I yelped, “ah!! Ah! ! ah!” Each time he pounded against my smooth bare ass. I needed to collapse. And relieve my aching legs, but he was relentless. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk,” he growled. He planted his cock deep inside me. His body was shaking with the release, and it sent shivers through me. He pulled his cock out. I suddenly felt very empty, realizing just how filling his cock had been. All the warmth I’d been feeling with him plugged into me was draining away, and I collapsed on the floor. What the fuck? Who am I? I’m laying naked on this. Disgusting floor. Nice guys like me don’t do. This. I should be at the bar with friends, feeling sexy in my cute outfit, laughing and cruising guys. But I’m here, laying totally naked on a sticky floor in some shithole of a bookstore. My body was covered in sweat, and I was breathing hard from the exertion of holding. That position. My legs still ached. But my ass… My ass was radiating sheer ecstasy. It felt so amazing that it washed away any other feelings. He was caressing my ass, and slapped his cock against it a couple times. “Fuck, boy. You’re loaded. How’s that feel?” I felt oddly sexy. I felt incredible. “Fuck that was amazing,” I said. What part of me was saying that?? “Good, boy.” He said in that deep voice. He was standing up, pulling on clothes for the first time since I’d seen him. He dressed quickly, reached down, and parted my ass cheeks just as I was starting to get off the floor. Damn my legs hurt. But the feeling of his hands on my ass again made me get into an all fours position. He growled with delight. “Look at that, boy. You’re a natural.” He brushed his fingers around my hole; it felt really wet an sticky. I moaned quietly. He slapped my ass. He stood up and I heard the door handle click. “Happy hunting! That load is gonna make you even more popular tonight.”

You should smell my dick and balls after I haven't showered in a few days

Part 5. That weekend was the big event. Matt had returned to town and rekindled his friendship with my boyfriend Jake. I convinced them both I had matured from the earlier days when I was jealous of him, and indeed now that Jake and I had played together with others, that I actually thought the idea of watching him fuck Matt was a big turn-on. My clandestine fuck buddy Dean and I had worked through separate channels to make both of them feel comfortable with the idea of playing raw, something Jake had only ever (intentionally) done with me. All that was left now was the final execution of the plan, the big event. Matt arrived right on schedule, and the three of us enjoyed a nice dinner I prepared - steak and red wine. Conversation flowed freely, and we truly enjoyed each other’s company for a couple of hours. It was easy to see why Jake had remained drawn to Matt - he was smart, funny, and looked sexy as hell in his tight jeans, button up shirt and smart blazer. I still fucking hated the cunt’s guts, and maybe it was his absolute perfection that played into my deepest insecurities. After we finished the last bottle, we retired to the bedroom to get more comfortable. I would have been content to simply watch from across the room, but Jake was adamant that I participate. We are a couple, and it’s important to him that we only play together. We performed our ritual of popping a pill into each other’s mouth (actual PrEP now, no more need for me to play around with that particular deception) and then kissing deeply. This time though, the condoms stayed in the night stand where they belonged. Matt watched and smiled, feeling so fortunate that we were allowing him into our bed for the first time. He commented about how he couldn’t swallow a pill like that without a big production, and I just smiled and told him he didn’t need to - there was no risk involved in what we were about to do. I motioned for him to come join us on the bed, and made room for him between me and Jake. I guided his head toward my boyfriend’s, and watched as their lips met and the fell into a very passionate kiss. It was clear that Matt had waited a long time for that moment, and I could feel his body trembling slightly as he made out with Jake. I ran my hands over his strong, muscular body, and began tugging his shirt out from his pants. I reached around and unbuttoned it, slipping it off his torso, revealing a well-defined smooth chest. Matt’s hands were all over Jake, groping his bulge and exploring his body, something he had no doubt dreamed about for years. As I undid his belt and began removing his jeans, I had to tug hard to get them down over his incredible bubble ass. Those globes were spectacular and I gave them a good squeeze before pushing his jeans all the way off, leaving him naked. He had achieved a similar feat on Jake, and was fondling my boyfriend’s big balls while moaning gently as they continued to explore each other’s tonsils. I watched Matt’s fingers caressing Jake’s ball bag, and only I knew what was currently churning in there, being worked up to a truly life-altering explosion in a little while. I watched as Jake placed his hand on Matt’s head and started to push him down. Matt’s tongue eagerly licked down Jake’s neck to his chest, briefly stopping to suck each nipple before running down over his abs to his crotch. Matt moved onto his knees on the bed as he leaned forward and took Jake’s cock head into his mouth. That left his ass fully exposed to me as I maneuvered in behind him, and I enjoyed the view of that tight, smooth pucker winking at me. I didn’t hesitate, I simply dove in and started tonguing that sweet hole for all I was worth. I heard a low moan erupt from him, muted by the cock being shoved into his throat. As I was eating him out, I looked up over his luscious ass cheeks and caught Jake’s attention. We locked eyes as he guided his friend’s head up and down on his dick and I matched his rhythm with my tongue. Jake mouthed the words, “I love you so much” as we continued our connection. After a few more minutes, I leaned over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. I skipped past the half-empty bottle of lube we usually use and grabbed the new one I had ordered especially for this occasion. It was advertised as being slightly numbing. In the few times I had tried it out with Dean, I confirmed that indeed there was slightly less sensation when using it, but I was convinced it wasn’t noticeable if you weren’t aware it was being used. I popped the cap and let a stream run out and down over Matt’s pristine asshole. I rubbed it around with my fingers, then repeated until his hole was nice and slick. I then slid a finger into that tight sphincter and felt him open up and let me in. I started gently, adding more lube as I went, eventually inserting a second finger into him and opening him up further. After it was clear he was pretty desensitized, I started digging a little harder into him, running my fingernail over the inside of his rectum. If he experienced discomfort, I couldn’t tell from his reaction, which was to arch his back and offer his hole up for deeper exploration. I complied aggressively, shoving a third finger in and finger banging him until I noticed slight streaks of pink as I pulled them out. Bitch was ready. I slapped those muscle glutes and pushed him up so he was straddling Jake. I grabbed my boyfriend’s spit-slicked cock and gave it a few strokes, feeling him throb in my fist. I guided Matt’s hole so it was hovering directly above the head of Jake’s dong, which I noticed had a big drop of precum pooled on it. As cock head and pucker made first contact, I felt my cock throb as I witnessed the first cells of Jake’s toxic juice begin to soak into Matt’s unwitting but well-prepared hole. I pressed down on Matt’s shoulder, encouraging him to allow Jake to penetrate him. I watched as first the head, and then inch after inch of raw cock meat slid into that scratched up fuck hole. I could feel my own poz cock leaking into my underwear as I watched a virgin (to raw sex) hole being indoctrinated into a brand new world. Soon, Jake was balls deep in Matt. These two best friends, who secretly lusted after each other for years, one with more than just lustful feelings, finally consummating their relationship. And cementing their bond in a way that neither of them understood in the moment. I went to the chair across the room and stripped out of what remained of my clothes and began to stroke my cock as I watched Matt begin to ride Jake’s cock. I looked to my left at the table next to my chair, where I had left my laptop on. I saw the tell-tale white light emanating from the webcam, and saw that the skype call to Dean was still active. I pictured him in his bedroom, stroking his cock as he watched the result of our months of collusion come to fruition. I made sure to position my cock so that it would be just in the frame of the shot, but not obscuring the action happening across the room - those two completely oblivious to anything else happening, just reveling in the moment they were enjoying together. I watched their lips join again, the kissing so passionate and heart felt. I almost felt a moment of guilt as these two expressed deep and true emotion for each other, but then I remembered all those feelings from early in our relationship, when Matt was just so present in our lives, always in Matt’s thoughts or in our space, unwilling to let the two of us be together. Knowing I had to get rid of Matt one way or another so I could be with Jake, and thinking I had succeeded until he returned to our lives. Well, what was about to transpire would end their relationship once and for all, that’s for sure. The moans increased as Matt hovered over Jake, and I watched my boyfriend grab his friend’s hips and thrust into him violently. Matt was hollering “Harder! Deeper!” and nothing Jake did could satisfy him. Jake sat up, throwing Matt onto his back, lifting his legs, and began piston fucking him, deep dicking him with every stroke, I heard their bodies clapping together in an ever-faster rhythm. Jake looked over at me and saw me stroking my cock, and giving me a little wink and a smile, returned his attention to his new lover. He looked deep in Matt’s eyes, and said, “I’m getting close. I’m going to shoot my cum into your hole. Are you sure?” and Matt just grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. He screamed, “I’ve never felt so good. I feel like my life has changed with this fuck, and I need you to share your load with me! Now that I’ve had my first bare fuck, nothing will ever be the same!” With those words, I could sense Jake crossing over the edge, and hearing Matt’s recognition sent me there too. Toxic cum spewed from both my and Jake’s cocks at the same time, mine all over my belly and chest, some even hitting my face, while Jake’s was planted deep in Matt’s bowels, no doubt taking root immediately in the roughed up crevices. Matt spewed all over himself without touching his cock. As they recovered and their breathing returned to normal, I joined them on the bed and cuddled up to them, the three of us spooning and caressing gently. I nuzzled my face in from behind Matt and whispered in his ear as he drifted off to sleep, “You have no idea how true your words are.”