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Chapter 66: We retreated to my room, stripped and I got naked between my two dads. We all hugged, kissed and caressed each other. My step dad suggested we call the restaurant and have the twin waiter deliver our food. While we waited, my real dad asked my step dad if his wife would notice the wet spot on the bed. He said probably, but he fucked her there before she left so likely wouldn't wonder about it. My real dad asked if they were playing safe and he said no, the one thing in common they loved was raw sex. My step dad said he told her he wasnt really sure about starting a family, and he suggested a condom, and she just said she was on the pill, but if she got pregnant, by the time the baby was born he and i would be closely bonded. My step dad told him I hope you know she fucks around on the side also. My step dad said he had suspicions, but glad he confirmed it. My dad said there were two reasons they broke up. First of all, she discovered he was gay and second he knew she was fooling around. When she confronted him, he said at least gay guys take it up the ass, and love to suck cock without having to put peanut butter on it first! My step dad just laughed and told him it took whipped cream to get her to suck his cock. I told my two dads they could discuss while I sucked both their cocks. Just after I started there was a knock at the door, saying room service. My dad's came pretty much in unison as I continued to alternate between their cocks. My face and was covered in their poz seed, and my mouth was also filled with their precious seed The waiter rolled the cart bedside, and my dad asked which covered dish was his. The waiter removed the dome, and my real dad said that's the biggest sausage you have? The waiter grabbed his crotch and said no, his was, but it was a special order! The waiter then whipped out his cock and said see? He said it wasn't Tuesday, but he could possibly offer a 2 for Tuesday with his twin, who had a similar sized cock. My dad asked if he could spend the night in my room, and invite them. I said sure, joking they would be having sex, while his step dad and mom were having sex, and using whipped cream to get a blow job! The waiter just laughed and said he thought the whipped cream would be used in a kinky manner, but not like that! My dad asked if they had any peanut butter deserts, and he said their peanut butter pie was amazing. My dad said they would order 2 slices tonight, and make sure they were covered in whipped cream! We all laughed. The waiter said if he had the chance, he'd add some of his cream to it too. With that the waiter said he'd call the room later to confirm if his twin could make it, and at what time. My real dad said he'd get his tip later tonight.

6. I was still floating high on the post fuck euphoria when I got back to the hotel. I parked in my usual spot and headed in through the dense tree line. I thought about going back to my room and basking in the scent of sex that still clung to me, but decided instead to visit Jack in the office. He was alone when I walked in. Glancing up from his computer when the door chimed he smiled at me and said, “Hey boy! How was work.” “It was fine. Short day.” “Are you just getting back? You’ve been gone ages.” “Yeah. I stopped at that café over by downtown.” “Sun Shop or whatever?’ “That one!” “Yeah, cute place.” “It is… with an even cuter staff.” “Oh?” “Well… this young otter barista and I made eye contact as soon as I walked in.” “Go on…” He drew out the syllables, grinning as if he already knew where the story was going. “Really hot, so fucking hairy. He just kept looking over at me. Then when he brought my sandwich over he said he’d be off work soon. We started chatting, and then he said we should go round to his place. He lives like two blocks away across from that old school. We started talking about sex, and that he’d been bottoming a lot recently and was dying to top.” “And you offered up your hole.” “Sure did.” I walked over so I was sitting on the edge of the desk, my leg laying on Jack’s. “What’s this otter’s name?” Jack rubbed my leg with abscent minded affection. “You know him apparently. His name’s Alex. He said you guys had fucked him a couple of times, but not for a few months.” “Fuck, I remember Alex. He is furry as fuck, and he’s got a nice thick cock. He must have stretched you out good.” “He did, and dumped a big load in my guts.” “Good boy.” “It was so hot being fucked by someone who’s also a bottom.” “Danny and I both bottom for eachother.” “I know but like… to bottom for another boy. Some jock in Alex’s building had fucked him before work this morning. He had another load in his ass while he fucked me. Its getting fucked by another guy who gets used that was hot.” “God its so hot watching you learn about your sexuality.” “What do you mean?” “Just watching you explore. Its incredibly sexy. You came here having only been with college guys, only been fucked safe. Now, you’ve discovered your thing for daddies, and bears, now I guess otters, you’re a fucking cum pig, and you’re discovering you’ve got a little bit of a sub side. Its hot to watch.” “I hadn’t thought about it like that.” “We should explore it, push your edges a little, find out what it is exactly that’s turning you on.” He pulled me over so I was not sitting in his lap straddling him. We were both hard. I kissed him, my arms wrapped around his neck. He held onto my waste. “Its kind of wild, I thought that I was only into daddies, or at least bears after you Danny and Ryan. But Alex had on this tank top and I could see his whole hairy chest, and then his pits.” “You’re into fur boy… embrace it.” “And then when he said you guys had fucked him. It was so hot imagining your fat cocks deep inside his furry ass.” “You wanna see us fuck him?” “What you’ve got video,” I teased. Recently Jack had started filming himself fucking me. I loved watching it back after and seeing how my hole clung to his invading member. “No, but I can do you one better. Invite him over tomorrow night. You can watch Danny and I breed your new friend.” “Fuck!” “That something that interests you boy?” “Fuck yes!” “Alright. Invite him over. Tell him you want to watch us use him. Remember, you have to ask for something to get it.” “Yes daddy.” I kissed him again. “Danny’s in the back, go tell him your plan. I’ve gotta go turn over a room, or I’d join you.” Half an hour later, with a fresh load from Danny in my already battered hole, I sent Alex a text: Hey! So I was telling Jack and Danny about our fun this afternoon… and that I thought it was hot getting fucked by someone they had fucked… anyway how would you like to come over tomorrow and get railed by them while I watch. I immediately felt self-conscious about it. Fuck that just sounds so awkward. Alex’s text came back right away however: Fuck yes! Do I get to fuck you after? Yes please! Breed me while you’re full of their cum! Perfect. I’ll be there pig! I sent back the devil emoji and started jerking my throbbing cock. The next afternoon I met Alex by the parking lot. He was dressed in short running shorts that left little to the imagination and a cut-up t-shirt that hung loosely around his toned frame. He pulled me into a deep kiss as soon as he was close enough to grab me. “This is so fucking hot,” he said and kissed me again. “Come on, the guys are waiting.” I grabbed his hand, and fingers laced together, lead him towards Danny and Jack’s flat. I opened the door to the flat without knocking. I rarely did any more, at this point I felt as comfortable walking into their home as I did my own. Really their home had started to feel like my home too. The front room was empty when we walked in. We stopped by the door and both took off our shoes. Then Jack appeared in the doorway. He had on a thick black leather harness I’d never seen before, and a bulging well-worn jock strap. “Hello boys,” he said, a devious smile on his face. “Why don’t you both take off your clothes.” We both looked at each other, smiled, and stripped. Alex hadn’t worn anything under his little shorts and was almost immediately naked. His fat cock, already at half mast, quickly thickened to its full and impressive girth. I had on a white bike jock I had recently bought, and was about to take it off when Jack stopped me. “Keep that one. Your dick needs to stay put away for a bit.” He turned to Alex, “Its good to see you again.” He pulled Alex towards him, and planted a firm kiss on the otter’s mouth. “Now, did our David tell you his fantasy?” Our David, my heart fluttered and my hole twitched. I loved any time they referred to me as theirs. It made me feel wanted and loved. It made me feel safe. “Only that he wants to see you two fuck me… and then I get to fuck him with your loads inside me.” Alex returned Jack’s devious energy. The look on his face was excited and hungry. His eyes darted down to Jack’s bulging jock. “Exactly. But Danny and I were taking, and we enjoy pushing David’s boundaries. While we’re using your friend here, David you’re going to sit on the the bed, and you’re not allowed to touch your cock until we’re done with him. How does that sound? You’re just going to watch us use Alex, and you can’t get off till we’re done” “It sounds fucking hot!” I said honestly. “Good, then follow me boys.” We followed Jack into the bedroom where Danny had been waiting. He was already completely naked laying on his back, his hard cock stuck straight up from his bush. Alex’s cock was instantly hard, and I was already leaking into my jock. Jack gave Alex a little bit of a push and he leapt up onto the bed. He scrambled between Danny’s legs, and dove onto his cock. He devoured my daddy’s cock with the hunger of a man just rescued from the desert. The whole length vanished down his throat in an instant. Alex looked incredible, his upper body hunched low over Danny’s crotch, his ass thrust up into the air with his legs tucked below him. His thick bushy pits were on display. I looked at his fur covered body with lust. I hadn’t noticed before, probably because I was so focused on his cock, but his ass was thick and round, and covered in dark hair. It swirled over the cheeks, diving down into his crack creating a star pattern around his pink pucker. Jack moved forward and gave Alex a smack on his ass that pushed Danny’s cock even deeper down his throat. Alex gave a little gulp and kept sucking the on Danny. Jack motioned to me to sit up by the head of the bed where I could see the action. Then he spat directly onto Alex’s hole, leaned down, and shoved his tongue into his tight pucker. Alex moaned. It was a deep, guttural sound, the kind that you can only make involuntarily when it is forced out of you by a sudden wave of pleasure. After a few moment’s Jack pulled away from Alex’s hole, and with a big grin on his face said, “Is that cum I taste in your hole boy?” Alex sat up a little, “Yes, sir. This jock in my building lubed me up for you.” “Good boy,” He growled before diving back in. “Wait a minute,” Danny said. “Don’t go eating all the cum out of him. I want some too! Spin around boy.” Alex let up on Danny’s cock and spun around. Firm hands guided him to sit right on Danny’s face. I could see Alex’s cock again, it was rock hard and a long bead of precum hung from the fat tip. I wanted to like it off. I wanted to jerk off watching the scene, but I stayed put and kept my hands off my cock. Jack stood up and fed his cock to the now seated Alex. I watched his throat bulge as he worked to accommodate Jack’s dick. I knew how good it felt to be sandwiched between these two men, I knew the pleasure that was crashing over Alex right now. It made me leak watching him get to enjoy that, and watching my daddies enjoy him. Danny was bouncing Alex up and down on his face, while Jack outright face fucked that hairy boy. They were all three starting to sweat, and the room was getting warmer. The thick smell of sex started to permeate the air. “Do you like watching us use your friend?” Jack asked. “Yes daddy!” “Do you want to see us fuck him?” “Yes! Fill him up!” “Do you want him to breed you with our loads dripping out of him?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy.” They moved fast. Jack dropped a thick glob of spit onto Danny’s throbbing cock. Alex was hoisted into the air off of Danny’s face, and in one easy motion lowered onto Danny’s waiting cock. I watched Alex’s eyes roll back and his mouth fall open as Danny’s thick head penetrated his well eaten hole. Alex’s hole seemed to give almost no resistance. His trim body was lowered steadily, and without any struggle Danny’s dick disappeared between his cheeks. Alex and Danny both groaned as Alex’s furry ass settled against Danny’s pelvis. The cock that had first bred me: that had broken through and shown me the joys of raw sex; the first daddy cock I’d ever taken, was now balls deep in another boy. I was hard as a rock. My jock was soaked with precum, and I was almost panting I was so turned on. Danny looked at me and grinned, then he bucked his hips upward and made Alex yelp. I knew what he’d done. Danny had used that little bit of extra force to press his cock past Alex’s second ring and fully penetrate him. Alex’s face was pure bliss as he started to ride Danny. He bounded up and down, his own fat cock flopping around as he rode Danny. Jack growled appreciatively and aimed Alex’s face back at his own dick. He slapped Alex’s cheek, leaving a sticky smear of precum on his stubbly cheek. Alex opened his mouth wide and swallowed Jack down to the hilt. With practiced ease he road Danny, violently slamming his ass back against Danny’s hips; and slurped noisily on Danny’s cock, thick globs of spit streaming down his chin. All three of these men had fucked me. Alex was planning on fucking me again, when Jack and Danny had finished with him. I was their bottom. I was the bottom that bottoms fucked. It felt slutty, but more than that, for the first time ever I felt submissive. That I was the one all these men used. It was amazing, and it made me want to be used by them all the more. Jack pulled Alex up again, and tossed him to the side. Alex landed on his hands and knees again, his ass presented to Jack. Without prompting or preamble Jack slid his dick into Alex’s waiting hole. Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head again, and Jack began a truly brutal pounding. The sound of Jack’s flesh slapping against Alex’s was almost deafening. The smell of sex became inescapable, and both men burst into a heavy sweat. Alex was whimpering, begging to be bred. Jack was feeling dominant. He grabbed Alex by his hair and hauled him up. With one arm Jack pressed Alex’s lithe body to his own. He twisted Alex’s face towards him and kissed the boy sloppily. Tongues mashed around, and Jack hammered away at Alex’s hole. He held Alex there, keeping him twisted upright, one arm tight across his chest. An endless stream of pleasure educed pleadings tumbled from Alex’s mouth, “Please daddy! Breed me, use my hole. Fill me up with your load. I need that daddy cum inside me. Use me! Make me yours. Breed my hole!” After what felt like a beautiful eternity Jack growled and forced Alex forward again. Alex fell onto his chest, his ass still stuck in the air. Jack gripped tightly to Alex’s hips and with a loud grunt forced himself as deep as he could go inside the boy. I felt like I could see every pump of his perfect cock mirrored in Jack’s face and he came. The orgasm ripped through his body, every single muscle clenched, his face tight and full of lust. It was like watching a bomb go off. At the same time a look of pure bliss spread across Alex’s rapturous face. He was in heaven; his hole being flooded with hot sperm. Jack’s orgasm slowly subsided and he carefully pulled his cock from Alex’s cum filled hole. Danny didn’t waist a single second. He grabbed Alex by the shoulders and dragged him across the bed. He flipped the furry young otter onto his back, and shoved his knees up to his chest. In one easy move Danny lined up his broad mushroom head and sank himself balls deep inside of Alex as he whimpered. Danny let out a groan of pleasure as he buried his shaft inside of Alex. Alex in turn begged for more. The brutal top who had bred me, and taken such pleasure in my hole was gone. He’d been replaced by a hungry bottom begging for loads. My place in this moment made it all the hotter. Hard as a rock and leaking buckets, I kept my hands away from my cock and watched these men fuck. Danny held himself above Alex and drove his dick downward in rough deep thrusts. Alex let out a little yelp with each one. His hole was getting sloppy. I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cummy hole being used. Alex’s whole face seemed different. There was a hunger in his eyes that was so similar to when he’d fucked me and yet so different. Danny was growling. He was enjoying making a toy out of this boy’s hole. He was being as merciless as Jack had been, forcing his cock downward with all of his strength and body weight. “Don’t stop daddy! Fill me with your spunk!” “I’m going to breed you so fucking deep boy.” “Yes! Yes!” I was mesmerized. From where I was sitting I could see the shaft of Danny’s cock sliding in and out of Alex’s ass. The dark hairs around Alex’s hole clung to the sides of Danny’s glistening dick. Big, laden balls slapped repeatedly against Alex’s taint creating a steady thumping rhythm. Danny looked me right in the eyes and said, “I’m going to breed your friend. Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy! Flood him.” That was the last thing Danny needed to push him over the edge. He locked eyes on Alex, grunted a deep baritone roar and pumped his dick in and out even harder. He grunted again. His face contorted in concentration. You could see Danny’s orgasm break over him. It started in his face. A contorted look that could easily be mistaken for pain, followed by a look of immediate bliss. His eyes seemed to unfocused as the rest of his body tensed. He rutted deep inside of Alex, and his balls thudded as waves of cum rocketed out of his dick. “Thank you both,” Alex panted. “You’re welcome. You wanna get off in our boy now?” Jack said, his wickedly glinting eyes turning to me. “You fucking bet.” “Hands and knees David,” Danny said pulling his dripping cock slowly from Alex’s hole. “You’re gonna clean our cocks off as Alex breeds you.” I rushed to get into position. I knelt with my feet at the edge of the bed, and bent forward till I was resting on my elbows. Alex winked at me and got off the bed. His legs seemed a little shaky from the pounding he’d just taken. All the same he got behind me and dropped a big glob of spit onto my hole, then pressed himself in. His broad dick slid easily inside me. I moaned, and so did he. I bucked back on his cock, starting to fuck myself. First Danny presented me with his glistening, dripping cock. I opened wide and swallowed him to the base in one move. I tasted cum and ass juice on his cock. I lapped at the delicious concoction. His pubes stunk of sweat and cum. Alex was clearly determined to fuck me with the same ferocity that Danny and Jack had fucked him. His fingers dug into my hips and he was slamming himself into me with so much force I was almost knocked forward each time. Jack soon presented his cock to me too. He slapped his semi hard member on my cheeks, and when I let Danny’s cock out of my mouth he immediately forced his in. He too tasted and smelled of sex. I savored the aroma of male bonding as I buried my nose in his pubes. I felt Alex’s pace change before he said anything. He was getting close to the precious. A drop of sweat fell from his face onto my back. My head was spinning with the stench of sex all around us. “Give it to me,” I begged. “I’m going to cum,” he panted. Then he pulled be back against him as he pushed himself inside. We both roared. His cock started to fire of ribbons of cum. It was a huge load I could tell. My insides were being plastered. I sighed. My own cock twitched, I felt a now familiar pressure, and then erupted with another hands free orgasm. My own load spattered across the bed beneath me. Alex held himself inside me for a few moments before pulling out shakily. “Fuck,” he said, falling panting onto the bed next to me. I flopped over onto my back next to him. Then Danny and Jack joined us, each on one side. “Good job boys. That was fucking hot.”

I had been thinking about having some more professional pictures taken of me for a long time, but kept putting it off knowing that the 'self' pics I have always seem to do the trick and did I really need more than that? The answer was always no. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on CraigsList, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some nude and tasteful pictures of me. Of course I have nudes, self taken, but I wanted someone else's view and skills of taking pictures with an artistic mind. As expected I received multiple crude or amateur responses and it took me a while to sift through them, one of the responses caught my eye. His name was Ed and he had a photo studio in town and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost, but if one was really good I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all of the digital files and Ed would keep nothing. Pretty easy for me to agree to, since there was no skin off my back to possibly get some great shots. Ed and I connected via email first and it was pretty professional from the get go, which I appreciated, but I wanted to make sure that if the situation arose, he was alright with more soft porn type photos of me enjoying myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through some of his non-public online gallery to give me some ideas of what he has done with other men and clients. I was pretty excited about this and we set a time. Ed said he would email be back from his personal email so there wasn't any 'business' ties to our conversations or thoughts. I said sure and waited for his email. Ed's email came in soon after. I opened the email and read the pleasantries. I saw the time we were to meet online and go through the gallery, but I also noticed a profile link for what appeared to be Ed's Adam4Adam profile. This couldn't be an accident, right? Of course maybe he just has it there with his personal email. I don't know, but I had to click on it. I was led to Ed's profile and read through his words, summary, and then looked at his available public pictures. Ed was very attractive, should length graying hair, seemed to be fit, but my vision was pulled right to his soft cock, hanging naturally it seemed to be at least six to seven inches soft, shaved balls, and well trimmed pubes. First impression? fucking gorgeous. Oh I wanted to see his 'private' pics, but definitely didn't have the nerve to ask for that, not yet anyway. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time I opened the video chat link and waited for Ed to join. It seemed like I had been waiting for a long time, but in reality it was my excitement that made the wait that much longer. Ed joined rather quickly after our scheduled time and it was great to finally talk to him. We covered some pleasantries and then Ed asked some questions. "So Tim, would you like to see some artful nudes I have and have had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?". Ed asked. "That would be great! I am very interested on those that started kinda where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want", we both laughed. Ed laughed too and said, "you bet, I think I know what you want to see". Ed shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly looking for someone specific. "Ah, here he is. This is Joe, he came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of 'selfies' and 'gay web site' pics, but wanted something done a little more tasteful. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?" I was looking intimately at every photo. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or lounger, Joe was naked and semi aroused it most of the pictures. The lighting was awesome and the environment was great, Joe seemed to be in a very relaxed environment. "I think these are perfect for what I am looking for. I see Joe in mostly the same poses, can you handle other positions and thoughts?" I asked Ed. "Of course Tim, let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking". Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a 'second' page. "Are these more along what you are thinking?". The new set of pictures I now saw were incredible and exactly what I was thinking in the way of pictures. There were one of this new guy of him hard...holding his cock, up on all fours, a dildo in his ass...they were all very nice. Ed commented, "I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention". Ed laughed "Fuck Ed". I caught myself and corrected my reaction, "sorry Ed. I mean yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?". "Of course Tim, I am very open, you can ask anything you want." Ed said. "Thank you Ed, I really appreciate that. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted and the obvious, did it go any further, pictures of him cumming?". "Great questions Tim. This is Robert. Robert wanted some new pictures that might be 'action' type pictures. We started with different poses and soon enough Robert was aroused and it just led from there. To answer your last question, yes Robert came very hard at the end of that session". I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session, this is exactly what I was looking for. "That is hot" "Yes Tim, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?" "Yes Ed, I would love that". We worked out a time to meet up at Ed's studio. Meeting Ed I arrived at Ed's studio as we had discussed. The studio was in an older building down town, more of a loft style studio or apartment. Ed was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, shorts, and sandals. "Welcome Tim, please come in" he said while letting me in. I almost felt him staring me up and down from behind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men posing in many settings and poses. After closing the door Ed said, "you like my work?". As I continue to go over the different photos I answered, "very much. They are just great, very real, very sexy". Ed chucked, "ha, you should see the ones I keep in my office. those are much more...revealing". I turned to Ed, "I would love to, can we? It might give me some ideas". Ed said 'sure' and led me down one of the hallways to a large open room. The floor was wood but a majority of it was covered with a plush area rug. A desk stood towards the end with some draped windows behind them. "Great office", I said. I then took in the photos on these walls. Fuck! They were all so hot. The artistic nature flowed in these as well, but there were some of men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, men leaking, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. "These might be a little more than you are looking to do, but maybe they inspire some inspiration", Ed said. I walked in closer to on in particular. The photo was black and white and showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock with a top down view, as if the viewer is the one doing the fucking. "Amazing" I said. I was looking intently at it, getting aroused, and didn't sense Ed coming up next to me. "Yes, this is a good one". Ed almost startled me. "I remember it well. Do you like it?". "Oh yes, it is very sexy. I don't know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. Well done. They obviously had this in mind when they came here, right?". "Oh it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment", Ed said while air quoting. He then added, "yes I think he had this in mind when he came over". I thought about that statement, I am sure he meant when one of the men made the arrangements. Ed quietly moaned and I think he adjusted his cock in his shorts. "Let me show you to the studio and changing room", he said. Ed showed me into the studio, which had some different furniture pieces and props for pictures. Off to the left was a small room that had a couch, few chairs and what looked like a makeup desk. "Here you go, you can change in here, or undress in here, depending on how you want to start Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or are you wanting to go right to naked?", Ed asked. "I am want to start with a thong mesh jock and go from there". "very nice. will give you a few and check on you before I am ready". Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. Under my shorts I wore a jock and my silver cock ring. I took the jock off but decided to leave my cock ring on, I was semi aroused anyway so removing it would take a little while. I stripped off my shirt and dug the mesh jock out of my bag. I slid it on and made sure my cock and balls fit in the front pouch, and then adjusted the thong in my crack. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get semi hard. A light knock on the door came and Ed asked, "everything going alright in there? I am ready when you are". I moved to the door and opened it, standing back so Ed could see. "Do you think this will look ok?". Ed looked me up and down then said, "fuck yes, it is hot". Ed reached out and pulled on my thong string by my hip, then "turn around so I can see the fit". I turned my ass towards Ed. I felt his fingers slide under the fabric of my thong string running down my crack. His fingers trace the fabric down over my hole and he paused there before pulling his fingers back. "Yes Tim, this will be great, and you wear it very well". I turned back to Ed and it was now I noticed he had changed his shirt and shorts, to more of a looser tshirt and sports shorts that I could make out the prominent outline of his cock head and a new wet spot. I looked up and smiled at Ed. Ed took my hand and let me to the couch. "Let's start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up". As I moved into position I couldn't help but stare at Ed's shorts and the growing wet spot. After a couple series in similar, but different positions, Ed saw me staring and said, "sorry for leaking Tim. I don't normally start leaking just by taking pictures". "oh, no need to apologize Ed, it happens to the best of us". We both laughed. Ed had me pull the mesh jock aside, releasing my hard cock. "That is great Tim, just like that, don't play with your cock yet, let me take a few". Then Ed said, "maybe turn over so you are resting on the edge of the couch, on all fours, cock still hanging free, but the fabric covering your hole". I did as Ed instructed and while he was moving behind me taking pictures, I asked, you said don't normally start leaking by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?". I heard Ed stop moving and he answered, "usually when a hot client is showing me their ass". I turned my head to look at Ed. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. "Just kidding Tim" and we both laughed. "I normally start leaking when watching porn or checking some websites I like. I stood up from the couch and removed my thong all together and then assumed the same position. "Same here" I said. "That is great Tim, here let me straighten out some of those cushions", Ed said and moved in behind me. As he bent over my ass and back he held on to a cheek with one hand while he pushed the cushions back to where they should be. He leaned over the other way and this time his cock, behind his shorts, touched my hip. "there, that should keep them up". Ed's hand was still on my cheek and hard cock touching my hip. He asked, "would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures"? His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. "yes please Ed, I would love that". "Great, give me a minute, be right back". Ed squeezed my cheek and headed to a near equipment bench. He opened one of the drawers. He seemed to pull out a dildo and some lube. Ed hurried over and I now saw clearly it seemed to be a six inch dildo, lube, and also poppers. I started to get hornier and hornier the closer he got, and yes is apparent big cock was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and asked, "can I help you with these?". "I would love that Ed, thank you". I arched my back and next felt some cold lube drip onto my ass and Ed rubbing it all over my hold and around my full balls. He then lubed up the toy and used his off hand to spread my hole open a little...and slowly worked the dildo in to me. I moaned out loud, "fuck that feels good". my cock was now dripping. "I think these will be hot". "Tim, hold this in you I need to capture this". Ed got his camera and then said, "mind if I take off my shirt, a little hot in here now", and he laughed. "of course not, please do". I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts, the evidence was obvious. I watched Ed peel off his shirt. He wasn't hairy at all, just some small graying patches in the middle of his chest. "much better, ok if you want to slowly work that in and out of you...perfect". Ed got closer and started taking pictures. I took the dildo and started sliding it in and out of me, fuck it felt so good. Ed said, "now quickly pull it out and I will get your hole wide open". I did as Ed asked and Ed got closer and closer, taking pictures. "You are beautiful Tim. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office". "I would love that Ed". my hole was aching, but I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it to get it wet. "fuck Tim, that is hot. Pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it", Ed said. "yeah, suck on it. damn great pics Tim". Ed stopped taking pictures and I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking it, watching me. His cock was so gorgeous, probably nine inches and leaking precum now. "want to get some of you sucking my cock?" Ed didn't really wait for an answer, he got on the couch next to me and started leaning in giving me access to his big cock! I dropped the dildo and started squeezing Ed's big cock. I lowered my head to his cock, licking it clean of any precum and then sucking him into my mouth. "suck that big cock Tim. do you like my cock boy?". Ed asked while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Ed's hand left the back of my hand and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre lubed hole. I felt his fingers now circling around my hole and in a moment he slid one of his fingers in to me. Then two fingers, I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger fucked my ass I took his cock out of my mouth and told him, "please fuck me baby". "oh Tim, I really want to but we shouldn't". I was still holding Ed's big cock in my hand and looking up at him, "why? do you have a boyfriend?" "No", Ed said. I continued, "don't fuck your clients?". "No, it isn't that Tim". "Please Ed, I want you in my ass so bad". "Tim, I am poz and not on meds. I want to fuck you so bad, take pictures of my cock in you, but I want you to know the risk". Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. This is the time to make that decision. "Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?". Ed asked, "are you sure Tim?" I just said, "yes". Ed leaned down and kissed me, got up with his camera and got behind me. I could feel his cock then lay on my crack. Ed then started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole! I knew he was taking pictures now and it just turned me on even more. "Tim, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my cock. Tell me to fuck you now". "fuck Ed, please...put your big cock in me, I need to feel you deep in my ass". Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. That big cock started opening me up, the pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight ring, finally I felt a little relieve and Ed stopped pushing! "baby, my cock head is in you, I need to take some pictures...please hold still". I could feel Ed's cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. "Fuck Tim, I might have to hang this one in my office. Your ass is nice and tight, just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?" To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. "Tim, damn....I love it...take my cock as much as you want". I pushed back on Ed's cock a little more, feeling him slide into me more and more! He was stretching my ass more than I had been before and I loved it. If I thought about it, I knew the dangerous position I was now in, this poz top man was leaking in me, and Ed was not on meds. I couldn't help but let him fuck me more and more. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips to help him get deep in me. "please keep fucking me Ed, don't stop". Ed started really fucking me will full long strokes of his big bare cock. "I love watching my cock slide in and out of you", Ed said. As Ed started sliding in and out of me quicker I thought I could feel him swelling. "Tim I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass". I immediately turned my head over my shoulder, "please don't pull out, I need to feel you cum in me...please". "you want my poz cum baby?", Ed asked I put my head on the pillow in front of me and loudly said, "breed me with your poz load, I want it so bad". Ed picked up the pace, "oh yes boy, you are going to get all of my cum in you". His pace started to pick up and soon Ed said, "get ready baby, here comes my poz load" "fuck me full Ed, poz my neg ass". I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed"

Just finished a very hot sweaty fuck session with this very horny 19 scally top lad who msg’d me online looking for a quick fuck & ended up staying all night! He’s a dominant aggressive arse fucking & breeding machine with amazing stamina! He fucked his last load into me with the same level of power and aggression as he did when he started fucking around 10pm last night! He’s left me with a red swollen sore cum sloppy hole so I’m definitely a very happy bttm slut. 🤤🍆💦💦

Dear Diary, I never really imagined my life would turn out this way. I’ve always been the good kid. I never broke the rules. It seems these days I’m breaking more rules than condoms. Taking on HIV, poz or not, requires you to escalate to a new plane of existence. True acceptance. For no man who is poz is any more or less than any other poz man. For the ultimate barrier is broken, and the illusion of distance begins to lessen. From fucking for emotional attachment, to fucking for sport. I don’t really care anymore, I take anyone’s dick if I want it. It’s opened a new world, for at once I’ve been solidified to one incredibly powerful remedy. Each time that I spread my legs for a man, I spread my soul too. A soul that has light, but corrupted and tainted edges. My hunger for devastation and corruption continues to increase, and my sexual nature has evolved. It’s become a transactional business ledger. One load in, 2 loads out. 4 loads in, 2 loads out. 12 loads in 5 loads out. Big dicks that have destroyed my hole, leaving a gaping bloody mess, to little dicks that are en honest embarrassment to society. I spread my legs for every man, and every man should feel entitled to my body. I plan to share my legacy, don’t worry. But for now, I’m day dreaming about the day I receive that first phone call from a very concerned individual. Until Later, Donny James.

the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.

Had a great time on holidays. Met up with this partnered guy on Grindr and dumped a load in his wet fuckhole - his bf had just loaded him up and it was nice and wet with cum leaking out. Great times.

This is an old post so not relevant but the principle is worth revisiting. Keep in mind that it’s harder to ghost a neighbor than it is online. Whatever decision you make you need to be prepared to own it. You might have to face it every day.

ok, this time I lost my password and totally forgot which email I used. After much struggle, I'm back. The story continues: "Let's move this into the bedroom where we can get more comfortable," said Rane. We all shed the rest of our clothes as we moved to their master bedroom and king size bed, Laney and I laying back and basically being ravished by these two gay studs. We both were getting what we had set out for, so we just surrendered and put ourselves in Mike and Rane's hands for the night. Laney looked at me briefly before the lights went out and grinned that cute little crooked grin of his before Mike swallowed his face again. Rane flipped around and I put my nose up his hairy asshole while he swallowed my entire cock and balls and I attempted to stretch my mouth around his big, flared mushroom head, which felt big as a baseball to my aching jaws. After a while I contented myself with licking up and down his 10 inch shaft like a lollipop, driving my nose into his musk scented cock hair and shyly sticking out my tongue to taste his clean but tangy asshole. "Yeah, rim Daddy's manhole bitch," said Rane. I just groaned as he sat up and drove his asshole down on my tongue and I gave my first rimjob to a man. He reached back and spread his cheeks so I could get deep inside the sweet pink meat past the brown puckered opening. He tickled my asshole lightly but kept going back to deeply pushing his fingers into my cheeks on both sides of my asshole, all the way to the bone. I was desperate to get fucked. They both got off the bed and stood at the foot, pulling Laney and me, side by side, to the end of the bed, ass-up, and handed us bottles of poppers, the first time I'd tried it. "Breeathe deep and hold it, then take another and another until you get intoxicated by it," said Rane. I felt my muscles relax, it felt like my scrotum muscles relaxed and my balls dropped, my cock felt amazing and my ass-hole pucker smoothed out and I Felt like it gaped open. It was just an impression though, because as Rane first tongued out my hole, then squirted KY up my boypussy I could feel I was tight and firm inside, no matter how relaxed and sloppy I felt. They both held their thick, swollen, flaring mushroom heads to the opening of our virgin (as far as mancock was concerned) boypussies and Rane told us both to back up onto their cocks at our own pace. "Oh my god Rane, you're cock is so big," I groaned. "Shut up bitch. Call me Daddy when you address me while we have sex from now on, but don't talk at all. You can whimper, but no talking. Push your ass back, get used to the girth, open and close your boypussy, squeeze it, back off, then push a little more. You two little fairies go at your own pace this first time. Don't expect such gentle fucking next time, though." We both did as he said, and Mike pushed my face to Laney, and we kissed deeply and slobbered into each other's mouths as we backed up onto their big, rock hard cocks. They were both naturally horny, virile studs, but unbeknownst to us they had both popped Viagra when we walked in the door an hour before and we were both in for a rock-hard four hour fucking. Once I felt Rane's thick cock-hair on my soft white butt-cheeks I pushed back and started flexing my pussy muscles, alternately gripping and relaxing my sphincter until I felt the burning stop and concentrated on his head stabbing my prostate deep inside while savoring the stretching of my pussy around his thick cock. Rane held my hips and started fucking me steady, hard and slow, banging my cheeks with a pop at the end of his stroke. He rotated his hips as he reamed me out and it felt amazing. I whimpered and moaned like a girl while I arched my back and just enjoyed the feeling of submitting my ass to a virile man who was breeding me like a whore. Condoms had never been mentioned and I was so enthralled I never even considered asking. I felt like I was falling in love with Rane and would have done anything he asked me to and I craved his seed deep inside my body, so rubbers or even pulling out was never in the picture. He kept pulling his cock all the way out so he could look at my stretched boypussy, then slamming it back in. I was so relaxed with poppers and lust I felt no pain and relished the hard fucking. After Laney and I were completely cherry-broken, we were rolled over and laid back on the pillows, lifting our legs over our lovers' shoulders. It was time for our real breeding. Mike and Rane kissed us deeply, pinched and bit our nipples, gripped our ankles and sucked our necks as they completely ravished the two of us for the next hour. Saliva just ran from Rane's mouth down my throat as I gripped his hard asscheeks, urging him deeper into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his ass tighten and felt his balls rise up my crack while his already huge cockhead swelled up more and I knew it was time for him to finish breeding me like a bitch. He groaned into my mouth as I sucked his tongue and swallowed his saliva, then felt his cock explode into my asshole. I felt 7 separate spasms as ropes of cum blasted my pussy. I felt my ass get slicker and his cock move easier while he slowed down to savor my breeding. Finally he stopped moving and held his cock still so I could feel the last couple spasms and the white-hot cum burned in my raw pussyhole as he squeezed out the last few shots. He looked into my eyes lovingly, then slowly took my mouth again with his our eyes open, pushing his tongue in and out, exploring my lips, the insides of my cheeks, under and around my tongue. All I could taste with his saliva, filled with his cum and spit and covered with his sweat. I wanted all his liquids, I wanted to become part of him by absorbing his DNA and fluids. He laid behind me and spooned me, his cock still rock hard, while he kissed my neck and I moaned appreciatively. Mike had rolled Laney over and was fucking his ass again from behind as Laney yelped in pain, his sore, abused asshole burning as it coaxed yet another shot from Mike's Viagra-crazed balls. Mike collapsed on top of him and Laney struggled to breathe as the weight of his older lover crushed him. He rolled out and escaped, then immediately went down and started cleaning Mike's cock, balls and asshole with is mouth, getting him hard for another ride. I slowly rotated my ass and Rane lifted my leg to access my pussy for another leisurely fuck. I turned my head and we made out intensely and passionately as he forcefully injected me with more cock and cum. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the very early morning dark, lying on my stomach with my legs together while Mike was entering my ass and fucking me like a girl, grinding his cock into my ass while he pulled and cruelly pinched my nipples. Laney was bouncing on Rane's cock while Rane pulled on his nipples and gobbled his mouth.

It's so hot to have someone watching too. I remember being on my back in the dirt in a city park with a hot black man fucking me. I looked to the right and saw the husband of a friend watching me. Sort of freaked me out but I couldn't do anything. He smiled at me as he pulled his dick out and started stroking. I never realized how big he was. Soon he was right next to us watching as the guy in me started unloading. As soon as he got up, he slid in me. While he was fucking he said he never knew I was such a slut and began pounding me. I was so turned on having a cheating dick in me. I went home with two loads in me. I went to the bars that night and saw them out together, his sperm still in me.

This was a story salvaged form "Bugshare" ages ago, the story itself I think is a heavily edited version of another story, and if anyone knows the original let me know. ===================== There he is, standing before me. Seth. He's a 20 years old fine young specimen of male flesh, about six feet tall, and weighing at maybe 190 pounds. I wouldn't describe him as muscular or toned or ripped, but he is a perfectly hot looking young man. He is height and weight proportionate, albeit thinner in appearance, but not skinny. He nicely fills out his frame with a slim youthful body showing the hint of fit musculature. Many models would envy his frame and looks. He is not a pretty boy per se, but gives off an attraction all his own. He definitely makes my cock stir to look at him and he has all the attributes that I find appealing! We're down in my unfinished basement and I have made some minor additions down here to make ready for Seth's visit. Personally I'm late-40ish, in good shape still many mistake me for being younger than my actual age due to my thinner body and younger facial features. I am 6' and 185 lbs. My seven-inch uncut cock is average in size, I have good-sized balls that hang in a nice low sack full of seed. I used to shave my balls and trim my pubes, but stopped, as I like to be hairy as a master. Men are hairy and have pubes and furry balls and asses so why shave it. I love the look of men, so be men and taste and play the way God makes us. A hair or two in the mouth is the cost of doing business. Oh, and I have AIDS. Didn’t mention that earlier? During my younger days, back when everyone fucked everyone else, someone at a bathhouse knocked me up. My seed has been highly toxic ever since. But that is another story. This is about Seth. I have been keeping to a strict work out schedule and I can easily pass for late thirties or no older than forty. However, Seth was looking for a Dad and I wanted a son with whom to play, so we both knew we were getting in this deal. Fuck, what did guys do before the age of the Internet to meet others that they wanted to play with? I met Seth online on a hook up site for men. I placed my profile stating I was interested in getting into S&M, bondage and being a master and a Dad for young guys as well as having interest in just getting it on with other men. I had said I wanted to explore more kink and voyeurism and especially being dominant. Seth answered my profile and wanted to be aggressively dominated by a master and have a Dad use him. He said he was curious about having sex with other guys, wanted to explore man to man sex and had no limits. I always laugh at anyone who says they want to explore “no limits sex” because they never realize just what it means. Because I in truth had another more selfish motive for finding someone. I had felt it was time to “spread my seed” and I wanted to find a boy to plant my DNA in, someone I could poz to carry on my virus long after I had gone. After several chats on line and via MSN, we agreed to meet here at my house. I had taken several days away from the office so I could give my undivided attention and freedom to entertain the boy. And here he is! Seth is standing almost up on his tiptoes with his arms tied up and spread out by ropes around his wrists and fastened to eyehooks screwed into my floor joists. I am lucky as I have a nine foot ceiling in my basement so I was able to easily stretch him out. His feet are also spread apart and tied to an old curtain rod by rope around his ankles and to the hooks and each end of the rod. Basically, he is spread eagled in a standing position naked except for having a white Bike jock on, which he wore on my instructions along with a T-shirt, jeans and flip flops. He was to arrive with only that on and he did what he was told. Holy shit is this lad beautiful. With real appreciation, I gazed at his physique, knowing that I have his body totally in my control, to use, abuse, and to eventually impregnate with my poz seed, makes my cock surge. It was about 5:00 PM when I saw him standing on the corner of a nearby strip mall and I pulled up and nodded at him. We had exchanged face pics before so knew who to look for. He jumped in my car and I asked, "Am I what you expected and are you still game to go ahead with this?" Seth shyly looked up at me and replied, "Yeah man, I like what I see and want to do this." "So what limits do you have because once we're at my place, I consider that you're mine to use boy?" He again looked right up at me with a bit of a grin saying, "As I said when we chatted, use me like you want. I have no limits Sir! My profile nickname Rapeme says it all Sir!" “Game on then!" I quickly told him and started to drive him to my place all eager to enjoy this lad's young pure body. We arrived at my place and I drove right into the garage using the remote opener to open and close the door behind me. I got out and opened the door to the house and Seth followed me with neither of us saying a word. We both knew what we wanted and in my mind I would tell him what I wanted when I needed it. We head right down to the basement and onto a large rug in the center of the large unfinished area. I had everything ready for Seth so picked up the rope and tied his right hand to the floor joist. Next I tied his left arm and wrists up and then got his ankles tied to the curtain rod. Still nothing was said and Seth let me do what I wanted. It was really almost too easy. Now he was trussed up and stretched spread eagled before me. He was mine! I pulled at his T neckline and finally heard a rip and tore open his shirt off his smooth chest and revealed his quarter sized nipples. I couldn't get the neckline to fully rip so grabbed some scissors and snips the material and also down his sleeves and threw the ripped cut cloth over to the wall. Next I unbuttoned, unzipped his jeans and yanked them down. Pushing them down his thighs and legs, they dropped to his mid legs stopped by his spread open legs. I took the scissors and started cutting the material down his right leg and Seth muttered, "Those are my good Jeans!" I reached up and slapped his face and continuing to cut told him to shut the fuck up. Getting him naked in this way was a turn on for me. It is far more realistic to raping the guy than just having him do as I wanted. I wanted him to succumb and totally submit to me by the end of it all, to belong to me utterly for him to give himself to me, and in the end, to beg for my seed. Once cutting his jeans off him, I tore his flip flops off his feet and whipped them over with the discarded torn and cut clothing I had disrobed him of. He was smooth all over save for a bit of brown curly hair on his forearms and lower legs. A slight treasure trail led from his navel down in the elastic band of the Bike jock he wore. He was fair skinned and it accentuated his brown nipples. A fine forest of brown underarm hair filled his pits and was exposed from having his arms tied out stretched. He was nicely built but not muscular. Youthful exuberance bristled about him. He simply remained quiet and looked at me with his intense medium blue colored eyes. He had short spiked lighter brown hair and thin sideburns that ran down his face to the point of his jaw on either side of his face. He sported brown facial stubble and fine eyebrows. I approached him and nestled up to his outstretched body. I took in his freshly showered and scented odor as I held him in my arms and brushed my face against his neck and kissed him. I whispered to him, "You are now going to be my fucking little whore and slut boy. I will use, abuse and rape you with whatever I desire to do and you will obey and take it no matter what. You told me you had no limits and I have none so enjoy this bitch. You are about to be raped, then fucked, and then my seed will own you. Understand?" Seth replied quietly, "Yes Sir." I enjoyed his scent and tasted his neck and ears and working my tongue down his body to his right nipple. Sucking and teasing it with my teeth I enjoy him. I bit his tit a bit and continued sucking it and then slowly worked over to his fresh but slightly musky armpit. I dove in there with my mouth and tongue and lapped and licked at his pit and the soft forest of hair as I enjoyed the aroma and taste of his young pungent underarm. Some say it is a submissive act to drink in the sweat of someone’s pits. For me it was something to be savored as I could tell how much it aroused and excited him. The more rich and thick his scent and taste got, the more excited I felt. And I wanted to enjoy this young man before I used him fully; I wanted to be gently before I brutalized him. It was like getting appetizers before your main meal, although I knew exactly what dessert would be. After fully eating out his right pit, I switched and enjoyed his left armpit and got fresh scent and taste. Once full of this savor, I planted a deep French on his mouth and explored his mouth with my tongue. I felt a bit of resistance as my mouth and tongue, ripe with his armpit, invaded and covered his mouth. Good I thought. I like resistance so I can begin to tame and break him. Half the thrill of making a boy is breaking down his will and mind, slowly making him crave the abuse I have in store for him, and in time, make him crave my Toxic cum. I wonder what this boy had done with a man before? I hoped he was a virgin to really being used and fucked by a man like me. I wanted his body badly, and his neg cherry even worse. After a while of making him eat my tongue, I let go of him and walked behind him admiring his bubble firm ass. I felt his cheeks and grabbed them firmly. I landed a few hard slaps across them with my hand and watched them flatten and bounce back to their youthful firmness as redness slightly spread across them. "Like that boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir!" Seth told. With a few firmer slaps on his checks I again asked him and he said, "Yes Sir!" "You going to be able to have to take much more than that for my pleasure boy if you are to become my bitch, and my son." I said. Seth responded quicker now, “Yes Sir. Use me. Rape me Sir. Make me your bitch!" I gave his ass five or six real hard slaps and made the room reverberate with the sound of my palm landing on his ass cheeks as I wound up and swung my arm in an arc to give some good force to the spanking. "Uhmm" erupted from Seth's lips as he no longer was able to hold back his reaction to my slapping his ass. He also lurched forward as my handed on his butt. Seth uttered only muffled murmurs as my hand landed on him. Those red bubble ass cheeks looked appealing and I knelt down and firmly parting those luscious cheeks with my fingers and exposing this young man's rosebud manhole. It was a nice, pink, wrinkled, round sphincter muscle with only a bit of wispy brown curly hair circling it which then heading down in between his legs going behind the Jock he wore. I gazed at his young tight hole for a while and then leaned forward and licked the entire length of his ass crack especially sure to go over that hot hole. He was very clean and only a whiff of asshole was noticeable, not that would have hindered me too much. After a few more tender licks, I got my face right in there and tongued his hole and stuck my oral muscle as deep as I could send it. Wiggling my face in there, I got as deep as I could physically could. My tongue lavished in getting to fuck this boy's hole knowing that soon my pozcock would violate it but deeper, firmer and with the mindset of fucking the shit of this unsuspecting bitch wannabe. In amongst my oral devouring of young asshole, I heard Seth moaning lowly. Once sufficiently fed on this young mancunt, I got up and again kissed the boy inserting my tongue deep into his mouth. As he tried to pull back, I held his head firm and forced my tongue into his mouth. I pulled off and ordered him to suck my tongue and taste his own ass. He held back and I then slapped his face hard and told him again. He compiled and I enjoyed exploring his throat and mouth with my ass ripe tongue. Once satisfied that he had tasted his own ass, I got a medium sized vibrating butt plug and made him lick and spit on it. I worked it into his ass pushing it fairly firmly with constantly increasing pressure again the resistance of his young ass muscle trying to keep it out. Seth leaned forward to try to adjust and get away from the invading plug as he moaned. "Take it boy!" I said loudly "Push your bitch ass onto it and take it!" Seth reluctantly pushed back a bit as I pulled his hip with one hand as my other hand shoved in the plug. Finally the widest part of the plug reached the youth's sphincter and with resistance stretched it open wider as I gobbed a wad of saliva onto the plug and his stretched hole. As the spit slide down, I pulled the plug out a bit and twirled it to make use of my spit as lube and then shoved hard again. It slid in and stopped at the widest part making his hole open wider still. With Seth's sudden prolonged cry of "Aahhhh!", the butt plug slipped in stopping and holding itself firmly in place from its triangular shape and from Seth's sphincter muscle clamping around the narrower base. I immediately switched it on to a low vibration and watched him jump from the sensation. "Ever had a plug in your ass before boy?" "No Sir" "Like it?" "Yes Sir. I will take and like what you give me Sir!" Seth promptly said. “You're fucking right you will boy, cause you ain't got no choice now." Now I was going to play and enjoy watching this lad squirm and endure what turned me on. I had done the gentle Daddy act, now It was time to enjoy myself and break this bitch so when I felt like fucking him, he'd do whatever I wanted. By the time I was done, he'd beg for poz cum from any top I wanted, and spread my own DNA to as many others as possible. Being a dominant master and an aggressive Dad really got my cock hard and oozing. I grabbed my camera and snapped several shots of my youthful hostage. I clipped on a black leather cock strap and also inserted a vibrating butt plug into my own ass to stimulate my senses and get me into a frenzy. I was set to play for a while and reduce this willing lad into nothing more than a piece of male fuck meat for me to use, poz and pleasure myself with. I gazed at Seth. In his eyes, I could see some uneasiness now for the first time. Had he gotten himself into more than he bargained for? I sure as hell thought he had so, I knew he had moved out of his parents, was on his own in the world, and as such, could belong, in time, utterly to me. I held Seth's head and kissed him deeply planting another long passionate French kiss on his face. I rubbed against his body and once again enjoyed tasting his armpits, nipples, chest and abs s I drooled over my captive. I got down to his jock and licked his package held in the elasticized material. A small wet spot was apparent on the jock of the young bitch, and I knew he was enjoying what he was getting. Hot damn I thought, what could this bitch endure? I intended to find out! With the scissors, I slip a blade along his waist band and snipped. It let loose and fell to the one side. I cut the smaller straps holding the cup to the back behind his bag. The Jock fell free to the ground. "Holyshit!" I exclaimed as I gazed down and saw the cock this boy had hanging there. Seth had to be at least 7"long hanging there limp. He was uncut and had huge balls in a low hanging sack. The big thick cock head was half covered with foreskin even more then my own. His cock had no big veins and was a smooth unblemished gorgeous monster example of manhood. His brown pubes were long curly and thick as was the thick bush of pubes covering his balls. His left huge orb hung lower than his right and they moved slightly now in their freedom. A clear drop of liquid emerged from his piss slit. "Fuck you're huge my boy!" I said aloud as I admired this young man's equipment. He was more man than I was in this case. He possessed a fucking horse cock. "You may be a man in the cock department Seth, but you will be my bitch won't you?" I said to him. "Yes Sir I will be Sir. I want you to make me your bitch and use me. I want to be raped by you Sir! I then snapped a leather ball stretcher onto his Seth's large balls and sack. I had a bit of trouble stuffing it all into this parachute stretcher and when snapping it closed, Seth gave a quick jolt as I think I pinched his bag in the snap closure. Fuck, I don't care, all the better. Next I began attaching large fishing weights to the small chain on the ball stretcher. Seth did not react much so I added a few heavy metal balls, which then got his attention. The addition of a few more pulled his nuts down and stretched his bag taut, he moaned and moved to try to alleviate this pulling so I added a few more larger fishing weights. He then cried out, "Ummm" and lifted up. A couple more to make it hurt was in order so I did it. As I was adding the extra weights to really pull his balls down, I asked, "Like that bitch?" "Yes Sir he responded. "Want more?" "I want what you want to do to me sir." With that I added a few smaller ones, one at a time and then one larger one. At that Seth cried out and struggled about going up on his tip toes in reaction to his balls being abused. "Stand still and take this bitch!" I ordered and then reached around and clicked up the vibration on his butt plug so it was at the third level. I could hear it buzzing now and listened to Seth holding back his groans of discomfort form his nuts being pulled down. Next I got a pail of wooden pinch-type clothes pegs. With two in my hand, I stood up and kissed the youth's mouth again and he kissed me back. I thought to myself that he had no idea what I would do to him, this realization thrilled me and made me even more excited. Knowing he had no clue just how depraved and total his abuse would be. I wondered if he'd kiss me like this if he knew what was in store, the levels of abuse of getting raped and finally being impregnated by my toxic charged seed. I enjoyed the kiss and pinched the pegs on his two nipples. I felt his jolt as the pegs pinched shut but he pressed his mouth to mine. Fucking hot, I thought, what won’t this bitch endure and do for me? I felt it was time to give this boy a bit of pleasure. A Master rewards his slave, so I knelt before him. I kissed his cock and licked its head repeatedly. Fuck, who am I kidding, this wasn't his reward it was for me. I wanted to suck this huge dick and make him hard to one taste him, and two see if I could handle such a whopping huge fuck tool. After a few minutes of licking and kissing his cock, I took the semi-flaccid muscle in my hands and pulled the foreskin back exposing a huge thick cock head slick with saliva and some precum. A part of me had hoped to see some cheese or smegma, but it looked like the boy was clean. I was sure I could change that in time. The precum was nice and musky however, sticky and thoroughly enjoyable as I tasted it. It just seemed to continue oozing out as I let the cock hang there enjoying the view. Seth's tool began to harden a bit and grow from my attention. The precum dripped down and formed a thin string of liquid hanging from his piss slit to the floor. I put my face into it and licked it up relishing in feeling precum on my face as I tasted the sweet natural fuck lube. I took his big cock back into my mouth and sucked it lovingly enjoying the feel of hardening cock. I took it all 7"in my mouth and pushed it into my throat so that I could take it all down. My nose buried into his young musky pubes. Using my tongue I massaged his cock shaft as I pulled my face off and back onto his pole. Bryan moaned lowly as I impaled my face onto his growing dick using my hands to hold it up and stroke it in between my oral swallowing of its entire length. I really had to work at getting it all down once the full 9+ or ten inches of hard manhood reached its zenith. I wanted to suck and swallow that whole huge dick and did it. Once in, I'd hold my head onto it and press my face into his sweaty pubes feeling this dick stretch my throat going down my esophagus past my vocal chords. With my hands firmly gripping his ass, I pulled his ass towards me so he'd get the hint and fuck my face. Seth stood and did not move so I pulled the chain and yanked his balls down and reactivated his ass plug to vibrate. I pulled my face off his pole and told him to fuck my face. With the yank of his balls, Seth moaned loudly but when I got back to having his whole dick in my throat again, he moved back and forth and provided the desired face fucking I craved. He probably wondered why a master would want to get face fucked especially by such a huge prick, but hey this was about my pleasure and not his. If he benefitted now, that was a plus, cause soon he'd beg me for mercy. I was in heaven and what I wouldn't give to have him blow a load into my face mouth and throat. Should I get him off and then use him? Usually I was spent after blowing a load and couldn't get fucked without it hurting like hell. Fucking me for an hour or all night long was great if I didn't come first. But if I came and was still getting fucked, I didn't enjoy it. It usually hurt me so I always waited to come until after my top had blown his wad. Hell if Seth were like this too, I would blow him now and then make him endure my fucking. I increased the intensity of blowing Seth's organ and used my hands to stroke it as I went down on him fully and then only partially alternating to make him cum fast. I pulled of him and yelled, "Fuck my face bitch! Fuck me hard and give me your cum. I want that big cock to blow a load into me! Fuck me now bitch and do it like you mean it!" and went right back onto him. Seth complied and began to thrust with a bit of force albeit he was trussed and not capable of really being able to fuck me. Several minutes of my intense blow job and swallowing his whole member together with his thrusting brought out an exclamation from Seth as he groaned aloud. Slobber ran down my face from having such a huge length of manhood plying my throat and I was in heat sucking a fine young hard cock. But decided to pull off it and pulled my head back leaving Seth's throbbing fuck pole glistening and bobbing like a flag pole on the side of a building. I was not going to let him cum yet so left his organ alone and let it subside. Seth relaxed and sighed as my slobber dripped off the hair on his bag and ran down his inner legs. I looked at my bound prize and soaked in the beauty of this sight. The weights on his nuts were now swaying back and forth reefing his balls down and back and forth as the parachute ball stretcher held his two large balls in its cup and yanked then down pulling his sack low. The face fucking had started them to sway so with pleasure came pain! Perfect from my standpoint. I walked slowly around him and saw the black butt plug base firmly seated close to his ass. Reaching down, I turn the vibrator off so as to not accustom his inner ass to the sensation, which I wanted for later when the moment of his impregnation came. His perfect form from behind was like seeing Da Vinci's Ventruvian man's backside, but bound by ropes. Seth was more perfect and more youthful and gorgeous however. The sight of this young bitch made my pozcock twitch; not that sucking his magnificent cock hadn't done that to me already. I decided it was perhaps time to indulge him yet again as I knew I would not be able to resist fucking him much longer. I then knelt before my quivering bitch and was face level with his now limp abused cock. I again lovingly started sucking his cock slowly and gingerly using my tongue to worship it and my mouth the envelope it in my warm saliva. I slowly stroked if with my hand as I increased my sucking and amount of cock shaft that I took in my mouth. Several joyful minutes passed before any response started from his monster fuck tool. Slowly it started to harden and grow again. Now cupping his ass cheeks, I pulled his butt in towards me as I engulfed his hard muscle deep into my throat. My sucking intensity increased as I fully gobbled down his stiff meat almost choking and gagging to get it all the way in. Eventually I relaxed enough to swallow his whole shaft and I held it there pushing my nose into his thick sweat drenched pubic forest. Seth was now enjoying this treatment. I wanted him to keep guessing what was next; from getting abuse to getting sucked off, what would be next? Pushing ahead, I concentrated on milking this boy of what would be one of his last Neg loads. Using every cock sucking skill I could muster, I sucked his pole, wrapped my tongue around his cock head and massaged his shaft as I bobbed my head on and off him and going base deep into my throat. He was again melting and moaning and even thrust his pole into my face like before as my oral attention continued. With force I pulled his ass, cupped in my hands forward as I pushed my own face deep on his pole and wiggled my head quickly with my nose pushing into his pubes. Seth let out "ohs and aahs and sighs" as I felt his throbbing hardness stretching my throat. I then retreated and sucked his cockhead and foreskin while stroking his shaft with my hand. Seth pushed his cock at me as best he could from his spread eagled position. From looking up at him, he was in ecstasy as he closed his eyes and pumped his organ at me. His nuts swung back and forth in time with the pendulum of weights hanging from them. The clothes pegs still pinched his young body and red marks from my belt and whip marked his skin. Pain and pleasure mixed together as I sucked his dick more and more frenzied. I was alternating between sucking his head and then deep throating him as he tried to fuck my face. Drooling I finally took him deep into my throat and wiggled my head as each time I swallowed his whole member, Seth would sigh and moan. My tight throat provided a nice fuck I bet. Seth started verbalizing, "oh, oh ooooh, oh!” and I held in deep down my throat as he pushed himself forward on his tip toes. I again pulled off and sucked his cock head and stroked his shaft and then immediately deep throated him again. With one last thrust forward and then relaxing off his toes by just hanging there by his arms, Seth' huge thick cock gave up its treasure. I let what I thought was the first gush of sperm go down my throat, but then pulled off him quickly to feel the second voluminous spurt of cum plaster my face and goatee. As the third glob of spunk shot out, I got some on my face but opened my mouth and took some in to taste the young untainted seed. The big stiff muscle was tensing and firing off huge thick streams of white manmilk. It was literally a stream of cum shooting from his piss slit. Seth uttered, "Fuck I'm cuming" and trailed off with an "ohhhhhh" and he went limp and hung by his arms. I took another spurt in my mouth and down my chin and onto my chest. The next I got as I closed my mouth around his dick head to capture it all. The last three of four spunk streams shot on my face, chin and chest. Even the last volleys of cum came out as thick, creamy white gobs of fuck juice. Finally his cock eruptions subsided and a bit of the creamy more clearer fluid oozed from his piss slit and stuck and ran slowly along the underside of his huge shaft as his foreskin slowly began covering that bulbous head. I felt energized by his pure copious sperm , tasting his ejaculation and his cum in my mouth, I stood and grabbed his head in my hands. I planted a kiss on his lips as Seth hung there still in the throes of sexual gratification. His cum transferred from my goatee and face to his own and I slipped my sperm covered tongue in his mouth, He responded a bit and opened his mouth so I pushed some of his cum from my mouth to his own but kept some in my mouth. I was sexually charged now and walked to his cute butt cheeks and pulled the plug from it and then spread his ass cheeks exposing his young rosebud hole. It was open a bit from the plug but basically was in tack. I licked his hole and tongued it and the deposited his cum on top of his crack and let it slid down towards his hole. As I did that, I stood up and pointed my hard death dick at his hole. As his cum and my spit mixture reached his asshole, I pressed my pozcock along his crack and rubbed and lubed my dick with the mix of his negseed and my spit. Seth was still recovered from his explosive orgasm, but I wanted a piece of him now. My cock throbbed and with this young bitch's cum scent filling my nose and tasting it, My cock became so engorged and rock hard that my mind had no other purpose except to ravage his hot ass and pump him full of my poison DNA. I just shoved my dick in hard and fast. The resistance gave my cock a bit of a dry feeling and only partial entry was gain. He was tight even after having the plug fill him for a while. I pulled out, re-lubed a bit and just shoved myself into him fully. The bitch lurched forward and let out a "Ahhhhh" as he tried to get his ass away from my intruder, but he couldn't get away far enough and with a slight step forward I fully seated my poz cock into his neg ass. Seth let out a harsh cry as my cock shot a pain through his sphincter and inner ass tube. Fuck yeah I thought as I then began to forcefully and quickly thrust my cock in and out of his ass, confident my rough thrusts were damaging his protective inner lining, making it all the more responsive to my AIDS. I liked the thought that he had already cum, that he was weakened and exhausted from orgasm, and it was time I brought him back to the real reason he was here in my dungeon. I was his there to become his Dad and master and he was there submit and serve and pleasure me. I mercilessly fucked his young asshole with vigor and held his hips as I thrust forward. I stepped forward again to really get some thrusting power and take him off his balance so that he would fall back and impale his ass on my rod when I wasn't pushing him forward with it buried in his hole. It worked as he could stay up on his toes and fell back with the ropes also pulling at him when I took a backwards thrust. He would come back just as I then pushed forward and rammed my cock into him. It resulted in us slamming together with a slapping sound as he grunted from the force. His body shook every time I pounded into him. I now reached up under his arms and wrapped my hands around behind his neck and continued a fast power fuck. I leaned forward and nibbled on his neck and bit it a bit. Fuck I was in lust sex heaven and just pounded the bitch's ass for I don't know how long. Helplessly, Seth hung there and took my fucking. All I had in my mind was to breed this young bitch and shoot my poison toxic deathseed as deep in his hole as possible. All the rest of the world went away except for the growing burning need to impregnate his raw neg ass. To not just be his Daddy, but his Poz Daddy. Ironically I do not bareback very often, I don’t spill my seed into just anyone, I had fucked with condoms for years to keep my strain of virus to myself. But now all that had changed as I felt my raw deadly cock sliding into his unprotected ass. Other than grunts and uhs emitting from Seth's mouth, the only sounds was the slapping of flesh on flesh as I was in a frenzy and wasted his hole. I was able to just get in that fuck mode and kept orgasm held off for as long as possible. I am able to sometimes fuck like an hour or so straight and only cum when my exhaustion kicks in and I was in this zone now. So now after loosing all track of time, I was tiring and knew I was approaching the moment of his conversion. I slowed my pace and set into feeling his tight abused, raw ass grip my cock. I concentrated on that feeling and felt my cock pulse and intensify in sensation. The knowledge that soon I was going to poz his neg hole that I was going to forever alter his life rapidly enhanced my sexual pleasure immensely. Knowing what I was about to made my sexual lusts surge. I began to slow down, right on the cusp of orgasm. I wanted this to be one more act of submission to me. Perhaps not the final act, but a big step. I wanted him to beg for my cum “I’m gonna fill you up, baby.” I grab his arms and push them down with my hands. “I’m going to flood you with my sperm, and when I do, my Seed will be inside you forever” “Please…please do it…” “Tell me what I want to hear…you know what I want to hear, boy…” I ordered him with ragged breaths. “I want… I want you to cum…” He whispers, “Tell me where boy, tell me where you want it… I grunt so close to the edge. “Cum … Inside me“ I am so close now.. “Say it again!” I order, feeling my balls contract. “Cum inside me! I need it, Cum inside me!” And that sends me over the top. A few more slow thrusts gave me the sense I was about to cum. I could feel my balls start to tingle with a raw sexual energy that I know can only come from having poz seed. I could feel the energy growing inside me, a burning toxic energy as my living virus exploded. I jammed my cock deep into his guts and pushed hard, shuddering as my death dick fired its’ charged bullets of pozcum from my now tightly snug balls. I leaned into Seth and pushed my cock up as deep into him as I could get it using his body to hold me up as I pressed against him and held him firm in my grip. He was stretched taut against his ropes from my weight against him as my blasts of pozspunk ejected into him over and over. Hugging him in that half-nelson, I gave my cock short little thrusts as I pressed against him more and more trying to bury my erupting organ deeper in him. The orgasm seemed to keep going as my pulsing rock hard cock sent waves of sexual pleasure through me sending me into a lustful daze. Once more I could feel some sort of a tingling sensation, sure that there was a sexual energy flowing out from my cock into his ass. I was in such a state of sexual lust that I felt every spurt of toxic viral cum pulsing through my dick as it kept surging over and over. It felt so sexually exhilarating knowing millions upon millions of my poz DNA were mixing with whatever remnants of Seth's neg spermatozoa that had entered his hole from I had first lubed him up. He was strung up like a piece of live meat and twitched about like a fly in a spider's web. All the while I hung onto him with my deathdick inside his cum laden fucked hole. At last my orgasm began to fade and the flow of my poison seed became less and less. Satisfied for now that I had started him on the road to becoming my poz son, I stood there now relaxing in the aftermath of my powerful ejaculation. My cock remained embedded up my bitch's ass, wanting to keep every drop of my poz cum inside of him, to let it have as much of a chance as possible to soak into his body and infect him. I hung onto him feeling him breath and enjoyed the feeling of my complete and total dominance and control of this young man. My libido was reeling and my sexual urges were still humming from being able to inflict whatever I so desired on this bitch slave. Regardless he was now mine to control and use and the feeling of that power intoxicated me. Yet as intense and thrilling as it was I knew this was just the start. As rough and brutal as the fuck had been there was no guarantee my Virus would take inside him. And when that time came, I wanted him to willingly as for more of virus. We stood there for a moment as I regained my breath, my hand reaching forward and slowly running down his sweat soaked body. As my cock throbbed half soft, yet still embedded in his abused ass, I took the moment to luxuriate in his sex infused body. I tasted the sweat dripping from him, inhaling the primal stink that now infused his once squeaky clean form. My questing hand moved down to find his huge uncut cock once again hard and throbbing. Such a good boy I thought, to get aroused from such a brutal fuck. I began to concentrate on my own dick now, gently moving it again, working it back into full strength for what I would hope to be the final part of his journey, at least for tonight. For the next several minutes I gently worked his sweat soaked cock while grinding my own until at last I was ready to fuck yet again. I knew I had to keep going to maintain the momentum we had started, to keep his arousal peaked and to keep my cock inside his cum soaked hole. Having cum once already, I knew it would take me longer to shoot, and so I kept up a slow but steady rhythm of fucking in his increasingly raw and brutalized ass. For Seth however, his cock was dribbling precum as I Kept him edging on the brink of orgasm. After about ten minutes of this sexual torture, I started the next phase of my plan. “You have been a wonderful, wonderful slut tonight, and you have made your master very happy.” I said, slowing my stroking hand as I sensed him once more on the cusp of orgasm. He moaned deeply as his only response. “You have taken pain from me, and pleasure, and you still want more?” Now he gave a coherent “Yes Master” in response. I smiled and started to stroke again. “And you have taken my seed deep inside you hole, and you want more?” the response was quicker and frenzied “YES Master! I want oyu to fuck me over and over again! Please! I need to cum so fucking bad, andI need your cum in me!” He begged, the need in his voice making my own cock twitched, I smiled a deep dark perverted smile this was the moment… “You want more of my charged toxic AIDS cum in you then slut?” I was tensed for the jolt that came next, and was able to keep him from pulling off my dick despite his strength, my grip and the ropes more then enough as he squirmed, impaled on my death dick. I dug my nails into his balls to quiet him as I hissed in his ear. “You wanted, no, begged for me to fulfill my most darkest most perverted sexual urges upon you slut, don’t think for a moment that something like this wouldn’t happen. You gave me freedom to abuse your body as I wish, and I intend to” I said into his ear asI ground my cock more firmly in his hole, the juices and cum making wonderful squelching noises. I could feel him in my grip, starting to shake and whimper, begging me to pull out and not to fuck him. “I have already shot in your hole slut, you already have a huge load of viral poz seed in your ass you know. But it is no guarantee that it will take. You still have a chance to be clean, just say the word slut, and I will pull out and let you go free. If you hurry and get to a doc, you might be able to stay neg you know, you might still have a chance and of course I would never..ever..bother..you..again..” I said, emphasizing each word with a hard lunge forward of my now throbbing deathdick. “All you have to say is for me to stop.” I hissed into his ear as I fucked him slowly, after a few minutes he whimpered something softly and I leaned forward. “What was that slut? Speak up for Master.” He moaned a bit louder… “D-Don’t, I…I Want it…” I grinned and slammed forward again with another wet thrust. “You need my aids cock inside you boy, is that it?” “Yes” he says at last. “You want more of my viral toxic cum, infecting your ass?” I saw, now fucking my cock into a furious pace once more. “YES!” he says, louder now. “Beg me for it slut, beg me to infect your boypussy! Beg for me to plant my AIDS deep in your hole” I shout, knowing I was quickly reaching my peak. “Poz me master! Knock me up! Infect me!” He babbled madly, the words hot enough to send me over the edge. Once more I could feel the tingling sensation in my balls beginning to crawl up my dick, the onrushing orgasm, feeling even more intense now that he was willingly asking for my death seed. I wrenched his head around as much as possible, wanting to look into his face as the moment of infection happened. I hilted deep in his ass and bellowed as the surge of sexual energy poured out of me to fill him yet again. If the virus had not yet taken root inside him it was sure to infect him this time. I could feel my cock opening up fresh rips in his ass as it sawed in and out of his spasmaming hole. My gazed locked on his as I hissed and grunted, caught up in orgasm of such power that it can only come from pozzing a neg hole. “This is it boy! Your boypussy is so ripe, so receptive to receive my virus, my poison, my toxic DNA!” I shouted, slamming over and over as the seed erupted from my cock, making sure to try and coat every last surface of his ravaged ass with it as I held him in my arms, the look in my eyes telling me everything I needed to know. “That’s it slut, just give in to the Virus and let my poz seed into you, let it infect you and your body.” I moaned, now utterly lost in the bliss of the experience. “Just let yourself go and accept my poison into you, now and forever.” I said as I stroked his cock quickly, wanting to reinforce his moment of conversation with more pleasure, I brought him swiftly to orgasm. I watched his face contort in long denied pleasure as a massive load of what I hoped would be his last negative load, poured out from his cock. For a while we came together, poz and neg seed mixing as one, yet all too soon I could feel my orgasm starting to fade. Once again the flow of tingling energy seemed to fade, signifying the end of my virus into his body as my balls finished emptying their toxic payload. I panted, catching my breath again as I simply starred into his eyes. After a few moments I kissed his face and whispered, almost lovingly to him. “You have begun a brand new journey with me my slut, from this moment onward I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my virus, over and over and over, until at last it takes root inside your body. And when that day comes, You will no longer be just a Slut, but my Son, You will forever be a part of me, because I will forever be inside you…” He said nothing, but wept gently, knowing perhaps how true what I said was. It was 2am by that point, and I decided to give my new ‘Son’ yet another reward. I gently unhooked his body from the networks of ropes and chains that had bound him for so long. Exhausted, spent and raw, he slumped against me as, still with my dick in his hole, I gently walked him to a bed I kept in the basement playroom. Together, soaked in sweat and cum, we quickly fell asleep. Over the next two days, I would finish my indoctrination of his mind, warping and breaking his will, corrupting him to belong utterly to my sexual perversions. I fucked his ass over and over, each time he would beg more and more for my toxic seed as I watched his transformation into a total obedient poz slave. It was less then a month later that he got the fuck flu, and I knew then that at last I had given ‘birth’ to my Poz Son. It was during that time that time that I started to show him my other side, the side of myself that would keep him, hopefully by my side for the rest of our lives. During the depth of his sickness I cared for him, tended to him and of course kept his ass full of my virus. I told him that he really did belong to me now, and that we were, in a very biological way, now father and son. All that was over 10 years ago. Shortly after he converted he moved into my house and changed his last name to my own. All record of his past life slowly faded away as he grew to become the perfect poz son I never had. Now I look forward to the day that he will pass on my Virus to yet another son, already we are looking at several candidates. .

Met a cute Indian otter bottom at his office. Picked him up and went to a corner in the parking lot. He’s sucking me while I play with his hairy ass. Feels great and I’m close to cumming when all of the sudden a car pulls up immediately beside my car even though the lot is mostly empty and we’re far from the nearest building entrance. I shove the bottom’s face down and hold him on my cock trying to hide him from the guy beside us. Ended up cumming and then immediately sped off and dropped off the bottom nearby. Have no idea if the guy who parked by us saw us playing from afar and wanted to join because it was really strange for him to pull up next to us in an empty lot. Wasn’t looking to get arrested though so didn’t take any chances to stick around and find out. Will still go back to face fuck that otter again sometime soon…

It's an interesting question. I'm not ashamed to admit that this year I have become a total slut. I would never have imagined I'd be doing what I've done in the last few months. On Wednesday I was fucked nine times in the sauna and took two loads. The ninth guy wasn't "ugly" by any means (a term which I think is open to interpretation anyway), but he wasn't what I would have called "my type". He had an air about him that was sexy and a pleasant manner. He did have a good body and, most importantly, a lovely looking cock. He was observing a few other guys at it in a cubicle. I just went up to him, started playing with his cock and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. Now I don't think I'm bad looking, but I don't have a good body. He said yes, which I actually wasn't expecting. We went into the darkroom and I just backed onto him. A cute younger guy with a lovely smooth, trim body started watched us as I was fucked, then I started also sucking him. He had a fantastic technique and it was a really fantastic fuck. What he looked like was irrelevant. It's how he fucked that mattered.

My sloppy man kunt , after be used and abused. Love being a slut for hot men at the baths or house party!

I have said this before in another thread somewhere: I have met a few that were so ugly when they answered the door I almost ran away.... But I have found they can be almost the best between the sheets! The ugly ones in have played with tend to be kinky as shit and can be super creative in the fun to make sure you are completely satisfied.. Give me the ugly ones you can keep the hot ones.

It came. It’s so comfortable and I can’t stimulate my pointless cock at all. I’m a very, very happy little faggot! 🍑🐽⛓️

I'm not in bed with a man for his face. I'm there to enjoy the cock and make it explode deep up my guts.

Upstairs So Prince Zaid pulled a big fluffy white robe out of a hidden closet and pulled it on, his big ten inches sticking out between the loose tie. He wrapped Andy in a big robe, and picked him up in his arms like a baby. “That’ll never do,” the Prince muttered, and rearranged Andy’s robe so he could feel Andy’s ass against his hard dick. He walked them to the elevator and up to his top floor suite, teasing the boy's asshole with the head of his cock as they made out. The Prince carried the boy into his huge marble personal bath. “Kneel slave and let me clean your pussy hole. I want you clean for my seed,” Andy knelt, with his ass high and his chest to the warmth of the heated marble floor, and the Prince used a flexible shower shot, at a very gentle flower and warmth, to clean him out. He gently pushed the tube inside the boy, slowly threading it in. When Andy began to get uncomfortable, he slapped the boy’s ass, “This may be uncomfortable, beautiful slave, but submit to your master. It’s better to get the lube out now.” Andy tried to submit, but was having trouble, so the Prince reached behind a little stainless steel door in the shower wall and brought out some poppers and gave them to Andy. Andy opened up and the Prince gently cleaned inside his second hole. The Prince went as deep as he could as gently as he could. He wanted the boy cleaned out because it would help him heal, but he also wanted the boy to feel claimed deep inside by his hand, by himself. Once then Prince was satisfied the boy was clean, he fucked him with the water, gently pushing the hose in and out for a few minutes. Then he made the boy kneel with his legs splayed and let it out. They then showered and he toweled the slave off and then Andy dried his body. Andy did so tenderly, admiring the man’s body hair, his hard muscles, his hard ass, and with great reverence the big cock, hard again, and he kissed it often while drying it. They then went and had some fresh yogurt, bright with berries and honey, some bananas, and lots of Gatorade and cold water. As they ate, the Prince kept Andy close on the bench of the little banquet in his huge kitchen, marveling at the boy's perfect beauty. He encouraged the boy to talk, to tell him of his childhood, his high school and hometown, and his life at college. Although both their cocks were hard the whole time, and the boy wanted to touch and pleasure the Prince's big 10 inches, the Prince made the boy eat and drink. “Trust me, beautiful slave, you will feel much better if you eat now, and also again every time we wake,” the Prince said gently, “We have literally had days of nonstop sex, so having some food will make us enjoy our next few days relaxing in bed so much better.” And so Andy rested his beautiful red curls against the Prince's firm chest, his creamy skin white shining against the dark salt and pepper fur and tawny skin of the older man. “It does make me feel better, master,” Andy admitted, “I feel more relaxed now.” “Good, little slave,” the Prince said, kissing the top of Andy’s affectionately. The Prince got up and got some ibuprofen out of a cabinet and handed three to the boy and three for himself. “Your muscles will be very sore all over from all the positions you were in, you will have bruises from my punishments, and you know your ass is swelling,” the Prince said gently, “Some ibuprofen will help keep the swelling down and ease your discomfort.” And so they split a small scone to take with the painkillers. The Prince was mindful they had not had solid food in several days, and wanted to start small. They climbed the big stairs in the big open front hall of the Aspen home, Andy thrilling at the incredible views through the dusk sky. “Once we are rested and are back on a normal sleep schedule,” the Prince promised, “I will take my perfect little slave up to the roof, naked together with me inside a big fur blanket, and we will fuck on the roof and you will see the sunset from over my shoulders as I fill your sweet hole with my seed.” Andy was overwhelmed at how wonderful the thought of that was and turned, looking up, asking permission to kiss the Prince. The Prince started kissing the boy ardently, and soon he picked Andy up and carried him the rest of the way. He moved quickly, so eager to be inside the muscle stud, and when he reached his huge bedroom he stood near a nightstand, holding Andy against his chest, Andy in turn used his strong longs around the older man’s wiry muscles to help support himself. The Prince, wild with need, fumbled with one hand, found the lube and slicked his aching cock. With both hands now he steadied Andy’s smaller frame and sank into the clutching warmth with one hand. Now joined in one of the most intimate ways two men could joining, he began to fuck Andy slowly, savoring the cling, the pull, the flutter of the boys fiery hole. He was looking at the boy intently, feeling the beginning of feelings he’d denied himself for decades, looking at the blues eyes, pupils still wide but a gorgeous bright blue beginning to assert itself, the Prince knew Andy was more than a possession, more than just something to keep well maintained. He wasn’t sure what it was yet, but there was some deeper connection, some desire beyond the desire to possess and assert his mastery over other men that he always felt in sex. He wondered what Andy was feeling and thinking, and he realized he wanted to know what was going on with him not so much because he wanted to control him, to make him give himself to him, but because he wondered if Andy could ever feel anything for him? But then Andy started staring deep into his eyes, and he reached up and kissed the Prince. And while it wasn't an answer the Prince’s mind felt it as a promise and he came again and again and Andy shot a huge load just moments later the spray getting all over his body and the Princes. After they fucked, Andy immediately started cleaning the Princes cock with his hot mouth, moving to lick his own cum off the wiry chest. At the same time the Prince was roaming the furrow of the boy's abs, and garnering cum on his fingers, which Andy ate eagerly. Once they were somewhat clean, they each took an Ambien and settled into bed, the Prince cock snuggled inside Andy’s hole, his arms around the boy. The Prince awoke with a start, realizing yet again why he only did Tina a few times a year—it made a hash of your sleep habits for nearly a week after you stopped it. He realized he and Andy had migrated together, and that somehow Andy was sort of on top of him. And that his cock, miraculously, was still in the boy's ass. His cock stirred, and he so wanted to fuck the boy again, but Andy was asleep and Zaid didn’t want to wake him—he had put the boy through a lot, and he needed rest. So the Prince relaxed, lightly holding the boy around the waist. His thoughts were still a jumble. He knew that he still wanted to possess the boy, that he wanted to dominate and use him, but he also knew something else was going on. Those usual feelings were there, maybe stronger than he had ever felt before with someone, but he realized—as he felt the boy’s incredible ass suckle on his big cock even as the boy slept—that intensified need to possess was because his heart was stirring. It was a mystery how he could be thinking this, after just a few days, but something about the utter abandon of the boy, his delight in every perversion, his openness to every experience, the way he arched his perfect muscular back, making that deep furrow where sweat collected, and pushed his perfect muscle ass back at everything the Prince had given—that was part of it. It was also that the boy's sweetness and bright light shown through him in the day and then transformed at night. During the day the boy was peaches and cream, honey and strawberries, his eyes bright blueberries that signaled his kind intentions, his sweet openness a delight. At night, in a dungeon, tied with ropes or on his knees, that honey burned dark with the smoky scent of need, the blueberry eyes turned ripe dark blackberry, the pink little strawberry of his asshole bloomed as a dark rosebud, the peaches and cream of his skin soured with purple bruises and welts of red. The Prince thought Andy looked equally delicious in both aspects of his character, bright light of the morning or dark light of the moon. And he hoped Andy wanted all of his own complicated aspects too. For the next four days, they did nothing but relax, sleep, and have (relatively) gentle and (relatively) vanilla sex. Every day the Prince wore beautiful merino and cashmere sweatpants in a dark brown. The pants were custom, designed to wick away sweat naturally. They were very comfortable—one could do yoga in them and the Prince did—but also revealing,showing off his firm thighs, his powerful ass, and the bulge of his thick cock. When he wore a shirt, it was a simple white merino t-shirt , which clung to him in all the right places and the short sleeves bulged around his yoga-toned biceps. Andy wore an almost identical outfit just in colors suited to him: emerald green pants and sapphire blue sleeveless tanks. The clothes fitted him nearly perfectly—they had been started shortly before he got on the plane—but the Prince could see that the next set would be improved with an actual body to measure. But the Prince had no complaints about how the boy looked—the pants were utterly comfortable for him, but they fitted him close to the tightness of a pair of old fashioned hosiery. The boy's leg muscles rippled under the fabric and every detail of his muscle ass was visible. But the best part was how the boy’s cock and balls looked, hard or soft, outlined in the soft fabric. Andy marveled at the clothes, and just laughed when the Prince said it had been easy enough to have them made when his existing clothes were all over the hotel room flor. He realized though that his clothes were more revealing, that while the Prince’s revealed some things and suggested others, while Andy’s clothes displayed his body much more candidly, it turned him on that the Prince found him so attractive. The first day they were so exhausted they basically stayed in bed and fucked and napped. The Prince made him eat three meals but all were light, and they snacked on yogurt and fresh berries too. By the second day the soreness had reached Andy ‘s assring. Andy was frustrated that they couldn’t fuck, but he occupied himself with sucking the beautiful cock and begging for loads of piss. By the fourth day, Andy’s soreness had abated enough and his need grew so much that the Prince fucked him again. When Andy felt the Prince’s big cock inside him again, he realized he was starting to have feelings he’d never had before. Andy was on the bed on his back, feeling more alive than he felt like he ever had, enjoying the feeling of the Prince’s big thick cock reaching deep inside him. Andy thrilled at the handsome face looking at him so intently, so much golden brown finally coming back in the eyes after the dark black lust of his eyes during their wild time in the dungeon. Andy felt himself magnetized by the Prince, his power, his subtle mastery of Andy’s body. Andy appreciated that the Prince pushed him and pushed him, but that he also tried to rein Andy’s darker impulses in when he felt they were turning self-destructive. As the Prince fucked him, he remembered flashes of their dark scenes—the pain of the electricity, the agony of the fucking machine relentlessly fucking his hole deep with giant dildos, and the fire of electricity coursing through pins stuck through his balls—while also inhabiting the passionate fuck that thrilled him right now. He loved the way the Prince looked at him with something shining in his golden brown eyes, how he stroked his body and called him beautiful, how he kissed him tenderly and then with increasing ardour, how he locked at him with undisguised need and want as he came and came within him. Andy was starting to realize, faintly, something he would come to understand fully: that the Prince drew out Andy’s darkest desires and fantasy, that he, Andy, brought out the Prince's deepest desire and longest held secret: the Prince’s need to love and be loved. One Week Later: A Flight A little over one week later, a large black SUV pulled up to the private terminal at Sardy Field, Aspen’s primary airport. The driver got out of the car and went around to help the passengers out. First to emerge was a tall man with tawny skin and salt-and-pepper hair. He was immaculately clad in a suit, in a blue just a step brighter than navy, and the clothes highlighted his broad shoulders and leanness, his stance commanding. The tailoring looked English, and his tawny skin told onlookers he was either Asian Briton or from the subcontinent itself. As he lifted his arm to help his companion with the solicitous and appreciative air a powerful man uses towards his beautiful wife, one could glimpse the bright flash of a large and chunky watch of some luxurious vintage to match his clothes. And then any onlookers who had been following the little scenario play out were treated to a surprise: the object of the older man’s possessive and erotic gaze was a much younger man. Walking down the steps, one arm supported by the older man, the younger man wore a perfectly tailored suit of a deep royal blue, cut so that the perfect v of his torso was outlined, and the power in his small legs and buttocks was clear to everyone. His suit was obviously of the finest Italian cut, in the way it displayed his masculine perfection for onlookers while still quietly saying: wealth. His shirt was a light cornflower, and the textures of its weave caught the light and highlighted the beauty of his creamy skin and his crown of red curls, cut so they hung and framed his small handsome face and the bright blue eyes that popped and popped as because of the way his clothes matched the blue of his eyes. Once the two men were out of the truck, the older man kissed the shorter man gently on the top of the head and they were off. The redhead always moved slightly in front of the older man but to the side, and the older man’s tawny skin shown against the blue-suited shoulder of the shorter man, where his hand rested lightly. They spoke quietly, back-and-forth with the easy commentary and lightness of a couple. As they alighted into the big Gulf Stream, the kind used only for long-haul flights, the close observer would have seen that the older man leaned forward and said something into the ear of the younger man as he cupped his ass to steady him on the craft’s ladder. And those watching most closely would have seen the red head turn and give the older man the most open and radiant smile one could imagine. After dozens of suitcases—all in the retro styling and classic colors of Globe-Trotter, luggage makers to the Queen—were loaded into the hull, the plane took off into the twilight sky. Two and One-Half Years Later: A Fantasy is Fulfilled A little over two years later, Andy stood in a corner of the Prinzknecht (Prince's Servant) leather bar in Berlin. His head was bowed and his hands were clasped in front, lightly holding a leash attached to a shimmering platinum chain that led to his collar. Despite the music and noise, he couldn’t hear anything because his lord Prince had placed a pair of sensory deprivation headphones on his ears. His perfect muscles bulged and shimmered in the light, his skin moisturized with the finest skincare products, his red curls glowed and framed his face perfectly thanks to the $700 haircuts he received every four weeks. He wore no shirt but instead a wide red -trimmed leather collar. Nestled within the valley of his big pecs was a platinum dog tag reading “Property of Mr Rohan.” His completely hairless 8-pack guided the eye to the red jockstrap he wore. At first glance it was a standard issue Bike, with a big B logo under his belly button. But this jockstrap was custom with an R for Mr Rohan in the middle, and the jock itself was partially sheer, usually giving bar patrons just a glimpse of Andy’s thick 8 inch meat. Right now though, the men in the bar could see the big thick cream and pink cock clearly. Andy Galvin was hard. Andy Galvin was waiting. Andy Galvin was turned on. Around 50 minutes later, men at the front of the noisy Berlin bar began to hear a commotion as a group of men processed through the space. The other patrons were hooting, whistling, and applauding. As the procession reached the front, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, his lean muscular torso revealed by an open black vest of the softest leather, a thin red band around his left bicep, his right arm displaying a ceramic watch with studs, stepped slightly forward to get a better view. The Prince did not contribute to the hubbub, but instead smiled deeply as 6’8”muscle man Hans, president of the Berlin Biker Men Motorcycle Club walked at the head of the group displaying a big certificate reading “I consent to this scene. signed, Andy G.“ As Hans passed by, the men of the bar caught a glimpse of a short, naked, perfectly muscled small man, his big cock hard and dripping precum, prominently displayed within a network of excellent rope work and carried by a posse of huge men in fetish gear. What they could not see, because of the black sack that covered his head and fastened all around his collar, was Andrew Galvin’a beautiful red curls. Or his closed eyes. Andy Galvin was unconscious. His oversized perfect cock remained rock hard and dripping. Andy Galvin was still turned on.

I found that while tops brag about how they want "a nice tight arse" they then come too quickly or don't get hard enough to penetrate. Since being able to take a fist I wouldn't say I'm loose to start, I can just relax a lot easier and let it open up. Means I can get fucked for longer and I enjoy it more. Not every meeting needs to involve fisting, I still enjoy having my brains fucked out.

Hey so great to hear you've now been fisted a few times and enjoying it....In my experience you will enjoy it more and more. Its the most fantastic connection between to or more men. When you refer to "normal sex", sounds like you your trying to compartmentalize things.. The reality is that fisting is now part of your "normal sex repertoire" and how awesome. As for concern about becoming loose, In my experience being more loose and easily accessible even for the biggest and most well hung of tops is both a major turn on and asset. I love it when a massively hung top wants to fuck me and I can take him with ease and he tells me how much he loves fucking a well used ffisters hole as it also ensures he can keep hard and as a bottom I enjoy depth and girth with ease. When I am topping, I get so turned on when I feel a well used gape of a hole, which is a massive turn-on for me to fuck too.....and hopefully fist. Don't worry, be pleased, in my experience your hole will become far more elastic as you learn to connect your hole with you brain to open with ease for cock, ffist and toys....enjoy the extended pleasures your hole is presenting you.

It cannot be repeated often enough that an account here is only anonymous if the user exercises discretion in the information he reveals. It takes astonishingly little specific information to identify a person with an internet search. If you post, for instance, an actual phone number associated with your regular identity, a searcher can in short order determine your full name and address, and with that information can go on to unearth much else about you that may be online - which, if you’re a social media over-sharer, could be a fuckton of information. If a man posts here that he is a cum-guzzling faggot, he had better be prepared to own that statement at some point, because Breedingzone is not a secret hideout - it’s a public place, visible to anyone who types the URL, and searchable by anyone who can use Google. Don’t believe me? Go to Google and type ‘Breedingzone’ and your username, and hit enter. In fact, you might try just Googling your username and seeing what materializes. (Might want to make sure you’re sitting down first.) If someone, someday, confronts me with my identity here - and God knows I’ve described it in detail - my response will be to shrug and say, “So?” You can’t blackmail me with it (so much for that fantasy) because I was prepared for the worst when I hit ‘send’. But I’m not looking for trouble, either - I don’t post information about my real identity so obvious that it can be seen from space. Will greater discretion, perhaps there will be less call for account deletion.

I am all of these. Proudly promiscuous here. I score 400+ sex partners a year. Sex is the ultimate male Pleasure sport. Yeah, mainstream society looks own on it even as they log in to view my porn (or porn like it) while they masturbate and pretend they aren't like me even as they long for such a life. Embrace it bro!

I have a "straight" guy that comes over and fucks me. He loves doing anal and his girlfriend refuses to try it. He comes over, plays with my hole, fucks me and then leaves his load in my hole. He came over the other morning and while he was fucking me, he asked if I ever had a "train" ran on me. I told him I have had multiple guys fuck me, each taking turns. He thought that was really hot and asked if I would object to him bringing over other guys. I know that straight guys don't ask other guys to join them in fucking another guy. I told him sure, I trust his judgement. That really turned him on, he seemed to shoot a little bit longer inside me. Now I am wondering if he knows other guys that like to fuck a guy.

I tested poz in early April of this year.

Shucks .... in Junior High, swimming class (somewhere around 60 guys) was held, and no swimming trunks - at all. There are two events that I recall: Once a guy got a hardon in the locker room , which was bouncing in front of him when he entered the large room with the pool. He got teased like crazy for weeks .... The other memorable event was when some guy shit in the pool, and I've never seen 60-some guys claw their way out of a swimming pool faster. It was like a naked Three Stooges scene .... still makes me laugh.

I have taken a piece out of a story I wrote a while back. A lot of content is from my own experiances..Enjoy..... On the one side there were rooms off on each side, with monitors offering porn, a larger porn theatre space at the end, and on the other side, dim openings leading into darker rooms that had a rubber doorway. I decided if nothing was happening there, then it would be time to leave, I jumped nervously, I felt a hand reaching for my thigh, undoing my towel, pulling my cock out of my jockstrap and a hot mouth engulfed my dick and with that touch and mouth, it made me gasp. I sniffed poppers deeply and felt naked men, mix of hairy smooth, hard dicked men pushing me through the Rubbery door. I was in complete darkness, poppers kicking in, what was this room? Hands, mouths on me, men trying to kiss me, my nipples being pulled. I could not see anyone or anything, it was so Fucking DARK.., I felt genuinly scared, I felt my Jockstrap being pulled off me, i tried to resist, I had had too much poppers, what was happening?? I felt that I had floated into this darkened pit. I kissed a bearded mouth back who had invaded my mouth with his tongue, ge held me in the dark by my throat whilst I was being groped, sucked, arse cheeks being pulled open, totally violated.......

sorry for the delay. wrote a longer section to make up for it. As always, let me know if you want more. Also, feel free to make any suggestions for Joey to experience Part 6 “If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.” What the hell have I gotten myself into? I just got fucked. No not fucked, I just got raped. Some faggot trucker just raped my ass and turned it into a pussy. And he shot his load in me. Oh god, he fucking shot a load of HIV cum in me. I looked at him, still with tears on my face, as he pulled his cock out of me. In fear of what would happen, I tried as hard as I could to tighten my hole, but I felt his cum run down my leg. “You sloppy little cunt, I told you to not waste my cum.” Before I could react or try and turn away, a hard slap struck my face, hitting both my nose and left eye. I screamed out as it felt like my nose was broken, but again, there was little noise. I felt his reach down to my spread ass and rub my hole. “Good boy, you’re tight still. You’re next fuck is gonna like that. You, not so much since, well, if you thought I was rough, he’s much, um, worse,” and he smiled as he said it. “Now, I’m going to take the gag out for a second, but if you scream or yell, your balls get more than what I gave your nose. You’re gonna have fun explaining to all the guys how your nose got so swollen. Remember, not a sound.” He reached up and loosened the strap on the gag enough so the ball could drop out. “Now, baby, be honest. You loved me fucking that hot little cunt of yours right? Loved giving me your cherry and taking my toxic cum up your hole.” He smiled an evil smirk, and waited for my answer. “No.” I could barely make the word come out. “Aww, Joey, that hurts my feelings,” again, with the smirk. “I did this all for you and all you are is an ungrateful little queer who won’t thank his Daddy for knocking him up and giving him his first taste of being a pussy.” “I, I didn’t want this. I didn’t.” I felt his hand reach further between my legs, and graze my balls, causing me to jerk in fear. He continued to my cock. “If you didn’t want this, then why is your cock so fucking hard?” I only now realized that he was telling the truth; my cock was hard. “Oh, now I see why you are such a hot cunt; that tiny little cock, even as hard as it is? And, aww yeah, you’re dripping like a horny little bitch.” He pulled his hand back and lifted it to my face. I could see his finger tips were wet, and I knew what it was. “I…” As soon as my mouth opened, the fingers were shoved in. “Lick it off bitch, taste your cum.” I tried to pull away, and then I tried to bite his fingers. “Well, it seems like you want a beating in addition to your fucking. I love rough punks like you.” He pulled his fingers out, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as hard as he could. His other hand went to my asshole again and two fingers were shoved deep. “Now you are going to open your mouth and leave it open. Understood?” I refused to do it and stayed silent. My head was pulled back further. “Open your faggot mouth boy. Or the next injury to your face is a permanent change to your nose.” For a second, I thought about fighting. I slowly gave up, and opened my mouth. “Good boy.” The fingers were pulled from my ass and appeared in front of my face. “Tongue.” One word, a simple order. I stuck my tongue out and he placed his fingers on it. “Taste your pussy, punk. Taste my cum that you took up your cunt. Taste it.” I licked the fingers and closed my lips around them. “I didn’t tell you to do that prag. But suck them clean.” I took his fingers all the way to the webbing, so disgusted with myself for liking the taste, knowing the cum was just in my ass and was possibly going to kill me. “Open.” I opened my mouth and he pulled his fingers out. “Did you enjoy that taste boy?” “N…yes.” “Good little faggot, loves ass cum.” “Now, I know you thought you’d be done after me. But, I have a surprise for you.” “Please, let me go. I don’t want any more.” “Bitch, this isn’t about what you want. It never was, and it never will be. Open your mouth, time for your gag to go back in.” “Please don’t do…” the red ball was shoved back in. The straps were tightened. Blackness came over me again as the blindfold was lowered again and also tightened. “He’s ready for Round 2.”

Part 5 The pain was almost indescribable, the feeling of a knife both stabbing in and stretching out at the same instant. My body below my waist felt like it was on fire and my asshole, once so tight, felt like a log covered in acid was being shoved into it. I could hear silence in my mind as the agony took control. The silence was gone as quickly as it came. Soon my head was filled with the horrible screams of agony of the pain my ass was sending through every nerve cell in my body. All that was coming out of my mouth were muffled whimpers of pure agony. “Good thing that gag is working because you are a loud little slut. Does that hurt boy?” I nodded my head lightly, not out of deference to him, but because my body could barely function any movement. I was struggling to keep my footing, afraid of what this sadistic fucker would do if I slipped. “Most sluts are able to take the whole thing when I do that. Your something else. You only got half my deathstick up your ass this time.” My eyes bulged when I understood that all the pain I was in and only half of his dick was in me? “I guess we should give it the old college try for me to bottom out in that tight little cunt of yours.” I shook my head more vigorously this time, knowing it would not help me. Suddenly, I felt his cock pull backwards and almost out of me. “Damn, wait until you see your cunt from my view. Your lips are stretched out like a true cunt, trying to hold my deathstick in you. You ready boy? I’m going all in on this trip, pubes to pubes, whether your ass wants it or not.” I felt another glob of spit drop down, and a finger smearing some of it all around my wrecked hole and the rest on the cock that was partially in me. “One…two…” and the pain returned, slightly less than before at first, but much worse at the end when he kept pushing in, kept ripping my ass open. “Remember? It’s bigger near the base.” I think I blacked out when I felt his balls hit my ass. The next thing I remember is my nose being shoved in the wall and force being continued, with the words, “Wake up cunt, you don’t want to miss out on feeling your first of many loads being dumped into your pussy. They say you never forget your first time. And you’re going to have several things to remember me by. I was the first man you gave your cunt to. You let me take that sweet cherry of yours, and by the little bit of blood I’m fucking out of you, I know you weren’t lying.” The thought of the blood, combined with a deep thrust into my hole, almost made me gag. “I’ll also be the first man to pump a hot load of cum into your sweet pussy. I know I won’t be the last, because this ass is going to be very busy, very popular, and is going to be bringing me some very good money. How much will guys pay to breed your ass, have you suck them off. And we haven’t even started thinking about the darker things that guys will pay me to use you for.” I just cried more and more as he told me all this. “But you know what is the hottest thing about all this? The hottest of everything I’m going to be the first of for you? I’m gonna be your first dirty load. Your first poz load. I’m the first load on your road to HIV and being nothing more than a poz bottom pig.” I started lashing about, trying to get away from him, to no avail. There is no way that I wanted this. I never wanted to get fucked, not by a poz guy, and I definitely didn’t want his dirty cum in me. “Look at me boy. LOOK. AT. ME. YOU POZ WHORE.” With each word, he emphasized his command with another deep thrust. “Look into the eyes of your bug daddy, your Poz Master, the man who owns you and controls every aspect of your life from now until the day I let you die.” I slowly turned my head, seeing now the face of the man who would destroy my life. I could barely make out his face, through the tears and the pain. Something in his face seemed familiar. “Look at me Joey. I’m gonna shoot in your cunt and it’s gonna swallow my load just as eagerly as your throat did.” With that, he shoved my head into the wall again and kept me pinned there, with my only being able to switch between his face and the camera. I closed my eyes to the agony of the hard and fast fucking he was giving me, sometimes pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes. Open them. See the man who is destroying…your… worthless…faggot…cunt…” With the last word, he slammed all the way in and began to shoot his load in me. “Yeah, cunt, take that dirty poz load. TAKE…IT…ALLLLL!!!!” He finally stopped spasming and stood there, cock still buried in my ass. “Fuck boy, that was so worth it. Tighten that hole as I pull out. If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.”

Part 4 “Damn, a virgin cunt for me to break in. Good thing you’re gagged, because you’re going to be in a world of pain.” I did everything I could, in my powerless state, to try and get this guy to stop. I heard myself begging, but all that came out were whimpers. I tried moving forward to the wall which only got me a harder smack on my ass. “Do that again bitch and my boot and your balls get to know each other REALLY intimately.” I moved back to the original position. I heard a dull rasp that I recognized as a zipper and realized he was getting his cock out. I tried to picture it again, hoping it wasn’t too large. I heard him clear his throat a couple of times before a wet glob fell onto the top of my ass crack. I felt a huge, hard, blunt object smear the spit on my hole and realized it was his cock head. The head felt like the size of a lemon and I could feel him pushing a little on my hole, which caused me to instinctively clench it. I heard a depraved laugh and he said, “Oh, bitch, are you trying to keep my cock out of your cunt? That’s so sweet. You saving yourself for your special man, giving him your innocence?” I shook my head, but confused, I also nodded. “That’s so sweet. But sadly, you aren’t good enough to be someone’s special gift. You’re nothing but a fine piece of ass, a cunt for any man to fuck and dump his load in. As a matter of fact, I think that pussy is going to be getting some very special treatment very soon.” I heard a slippery noise, which I recognized from many years of jerking off with only spit to lube up. I felt his finger at my hole again, and again I flinched. Soon enough, his cock head was at my hole again. I felt hot breath at my ear and him whispering, “I know you don’t want this. I know you are only here because you’re afraid of what I could do. But nobody but you and me know that. Everyone else knows what I told them; that you begged me to set this up. That you wanted to get fucked, in a toilet. You begged for a raw cock as your first fuck. Oh you stupid little punk, I own you, from your cocksucking mouth, down to your cumdump little pussy. And now, I’m busting your cherry.” With that said, he removed the blindfold and shoved my head into the wall, turning it to the left, where I could now see the full truth, a video camera staring down at me. I tried to look back at the guy and all he said was, “Your balls don’t want you to do that. Look at the camera bitch.” I did and my eyes exploded in agony as his cock was shoved into my ass.

Part 3 I turned to the stall door and placed my hand on the lock. I knew that if I opened the lock, there was no turning back. I was giving my ass and my virgin asshole over to the whim of a guy who I had only seen once two nights ago. A guy whose name I didn’t even know. My only hope was that after he got what he wanted, he’d let me go. Slowly, but with what sounded like the tolling of a death bell, I turned the lock and swung the door open. I saw a guy walking out of the bathroom and he turned and looked at me as I opened the door. He looked at me and spat, “faggot” and walked out. I became even more disgusted with myself as I turned around and walked to the opposite stall wall. I pulled the blindfold down and tightened the strap. I stood there for what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds when I felt a hand brush my ass. I jumped at the touch but was immediately shoved into the wall. “He was right about your ass. He’s gonna have a lot of fun breaking you down boy.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but I could smell cigarette smoke and sweat on him. I felt the guy grab my cuffed wrist and lift it up. He chuckled, “I see you think you could get away with a fake cuffing. Let me help you with that.” He tightened the cuff slowly, click by click, until it was just tight around my wrist. “We don’t want your throwing wrist to get hurt now do we, Joey?” I turned in the direction of his voice, realizing that whoever set me up for this knew a lot more. I tried to say something, to beg for him to let me go, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle of words. A sharp slap to my right cheek, and the direction, “Face the wall, bitch.” I felt tears in my eyes, from pain of the slap, fear of what I had gotten myself into and the humiliation of being called a bitch. I felt my wrist get pulled back down and I was told, “Take hold of the railing,” which I did. My left wrist was grabbed and the second cuff was attached, one click looser than the right one. “Try and pull away,” the unknown man told me. I tried and discovered that cuffs were locked in around the handrail, leaving me nowhere to go. I felt hand at my waist and was directed to step backwards. I stepped back until I was as far as my arms would let me go. I also realized that my ass was touching something rough and hard which was soon shoved forward. Realizing what it was, the guy just grunted, “Damn I wish I could fuck you. My dick is hard, but I’m sure you realize that.” A chuckle and a smack on my left cheek, the guy reached down and grabbed the paper bag that had my escape in it. “I’ll be holding on to these for you. I’ll let him know you’re ready, but I’m sure he’s been watching.” I heard him walk out and warn someone, “ No touching. That bitch in there is His property.” Who the fuck is this guy that I’m somehow so low that I am property of? I heard guys walk in and they’d make comments like, “Damn, love to dump in that ass,” or “Disgusting queer.” All the comments made me cry more and wish that I had left earlier, or never came here years ago. Finally, there was a sound of a guy walking in that sounded different, like boots or a commanding walk. There was no comment made, and the sound got louder and louder which made me realize the wait was over. The hell was about to begin. “Spread your legs you little faggot. Let me see that cunt you wouldn’t give me.” I took a few steps apart, and he only said, “Wider faggot.” I stepped further apart, starting to get sore. “Stupid punk, you’re gonna learn the hard way.” I felt his foot touch my right foot and with more ease than should be possible, he moved my right foot another foot away my left, leaving me precariously balanced. “There’s that little pussy. I’m going to love wrecking it. How many times you been fucked queer? That hot ass is probably pretty popular with the guys at your school.” I shook my head and tried to say something. “What do you mean? Your ass isn’t popular or, wait. You’re not a virgin are you?” I slowly nodded my head. “Holy Jesus Fuckin Christ. You serious? You never taken a cock up that fine hole?” On saying that, he put a finger on my hole, causing me to try and pull away. A hard slap on my ass, and a warning, “Don’t you ever pull away from me bitch. It’s only gonna make it worse for you.” I squealed around the ball gag and nodded my head. “That’s a good little bitch. By the way, you can scream as loud as you want with that ball gag. It’s kept many sluts quiet while I destroy their holes.” I felt his hands reach up and touch the back of my head. “let me tighten that up, don’t want you letting it out of that fine mouth of yours.” “Now, let’s get down to the real reason you’re here. You came here tonight because you know you need to get fucked. You know you’ve been fighting this need for years. I’ve seen you here, showing that hot little ass of to all the truckers. Teasing them with it, but never letting them break you in to the little faggot cum dump you know you really are. Isn’t that true?” I shook my head vigorously, denying his accusations. “What do you mean no? Then why did you ask me Friday night, no beg me, to do this? You hit me up online, begging me to set this up? Make me get the handcuffs from a cop, to lock you up so you couldn’t change your mind again? Beg me for the blindfold so you could pretend you didn’t know me? And the ball gag, since you said you were gonna scream when I rammed my dick up your ass?” I shook my head again. “And you asked me to record this so you could have a video of you being turned out like a little whore, taking my raw cock in your boi pussy?” Oh god, what had I gotten myself into? He was recording this? Cum dump? I love swallowing cum, but that’s it. I was never going to get fucked without a condom and never take a load in my ass, even with a condom. I wasn’t that kind of guy.

Part 2 I sent back a response begging for another way out, but only received one response, “This account has been deleted.” I sat there starting at the message, thinking this was just some really disgusting joke, or that I was having a nightmare. But it seemed to be too real for it to be a joke. I saw the picture again, and the audio file. I tried negotiating with myself, trying to figure out any other way out of this. I couldn’t think of anything that would work, that would prevent the video from getting out. I also knew that if my coach found out, I’d be kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. The coach was a real right-wing freak and he’d drum me out faster than I could beg for a chance. As the minutes dragged by, I came to the realization that my only option was going to be to show up at the rest stop and beg the guy face to face to not do this. I had no desire to get fucked, to lose my virginity to some random guy in a smelly restroom at a freeway rest stop. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00pm. I knew that, from reading stories, I needed to clean my ass out, so I went and got an enema kit, and spent the next hour cleaning my ass out until my guts hurt, but the water was clear. Putting on my jockstrap, I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and slowly trudged to the car. The thoughts going through my head were words to use to beg the guy or to think of how much money I could scrounge up to try and buy my way out. Neither of those seemed to be a viable option. Without really noticing the drive, I was pulling into the rest stop at 9:25 and parking in the last available spot. There seemed to be more cars tonight then I had ever noticed before and all the truck spots were filled as well. At 9:30, I walked in to the restroom and found two urinals occupied, and one stall open. The guys at the urinals looked at me as I walked in, then looked back down. I walked to the handicap stall and saw a brown paper bag in the corner. I closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. I had not seen the guy from the other night, so knew there was no way out. It seemed like an hour, but in two seconds I had picked up and opened the bag. On the top was a slip of paper, which I took out. Typed and printed on the paper was the following message: “Hello you little fucking prude. I see that my earlier message was something you chose to follow directions on. Did you like the picture and the audio? Trust me when I say that the audio is even better when it’s on screen cumming out of your mouth. Now, I hope you followed my instruction and wore a jockstrap, because it will really make getting into that fine hairy pussy of yours a little easier. In the bag you will find three things, which you will be wearing for the next few minutes: a blindfold, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs. All three will be so that you don’t do anything stupid while you’re earning your way out of this. First, you’re going to strip down to your shoes and jockstrap and put the clothes in the bag. Next, you will insert the ball gag into your cocksucking mouth which I’ve already learned is very talented. Next, you will attach one of the cuffs to the wrist of your choice. You’ll then unlock and open the stall door all the way. Finally you will put the blindfold on and face the wall with the hand rail, so that hot ass is facing the doorway. Once that is all done, you will stand like that and wait for further instruction.” I heard guys come in, piss and leave while I was reading this. For a moment, I thought about putting the bag down and leaving, willing to take my chances. But something kept me from leaving. Fear? Or excitement? I set the bag down and stripped out of the sweats and t-shirt. I took the items out of the bag and put the clothes in. I looked at the ball gag and was disgusted by the site of teeth marks in it. Apparently this sick fuck has used it on other guys, guys who probably were into this kind of shit. I opened my mouth, put the ball in and strapped it behind my head. I looked at the cuffs and they looked like real police cuffs. I put one on my right wrist, fastening it at the first click I heard, leaving it loose. I slipped the blindfold on, placing it on my forehead for the time being. Deep in my head, I heard a voice screaming at me to stop this and get the hell out of there. I wish I had listened…

Have been successfully fisted a few times in these past few weeks and I’m starting to really enjoy the pleasure of being fisted… but I am now concerned if that will make me lose interest in normal sex. Just today, two days after I was last being fisted, I had an 8” dick fucking me from behind without any lube. It just slides right in and I didn’t even feel any pain at all. Now I am worried my ass will lose the elasticity and become loose, or worse, continence.

I have never, and will never, turn down an ugly man! I'm a slut! Looks don't matter, as long as he has a cock, hard or soft, and wants to use me! In fact, the uglier he is, the more likely I'll let him do the most nasTy, degrading, forbidden things to nasty,,! (Not that I don't let most men treat me that way, anyway! Lol!) But the Man that is so homely, or downright ugly, that men and women avoid him, is one that I'm going to be drooling over the thought of him treating me like the cheapest, most worthless whore around! A truly UGLY Man, can have my holes any time! And I LOVE being used by ugly men in theaters, bookstores, and cruising spots, while others watch, and make disordered comments about me! It just makes me hotter for him! These are the men that I will kiss like a long lost lover, being him to take my holes! If he's REALLY nasty, depraved, and abusive, I just melt into submission to Him! I love when, in the past, I've overheard people say, that they thought he was a disgusting, ugly old till, but that in even worse, for wanting to get used by him! That's enough to put me into overdrive, being him to breed me, cum all over my face, piss on, and in me, and to use me to fulfill his nastiest, most forbidden fantasies!

I’m sorry to have to tell you that if you have to ask for ideas about how to dominate a submissive, you are not the person who should be doing this. The experience will almost certainly be a disappointing for him at some level. At worst, it could be risky. The Domination/submission dynamic works when it works because two symbiotic psychologies enhance one another; the Dominant has an inner drive and desire to control, while the submissive has an inner need to feel powerless. If either drive is absent, the other drive has only its own energy to draw from, and it is seldom enough. You are clearly not a Dominant, or you would know how to make this submissive feel used and owned without asking, and would relish the thought. You are also obviously not yourself a submissive, because if you were, you would have an innate understanding of what would make this submissive feel used and owned, and would not need to ask. In my (considerable) experience, attempts by non-BDSM practitioners (referred to in the lifestyle as ‘vanillas’) to scene with those in the subculture rarely go well. The BDSM person can meet the vanilla on vanilla terms well enough, and have an acceptable non-BDSM scene, but it doesn’t work the other way. If you have an interest in BDSM but are not experienced in it, I strongly recommend that you observe some scenes, and then participate at an entry level, before trying to organize anything, let alone set up a bespoke scene for an individual. There are all manner of things that could go pear-shaped if you lure BDSM players to a scene knowing nothing about the standards, expectations, codes, and variations of practice (myriad) that they could bring with them, and if you can’t spell out, will assume. A submissive is not just a bottom, and ‘subspace’ is a very real state of mind that a submissive can enter, and seeks too enter. When in that state, the submissive is acutely vulnerable, and inexperienced players can cause harm, and fail to provide the requisite aftercare. If you are inexperienced, on no account should you place, or allow anyone to place, the submissive in bondage of any kind, for any duration whatsoever. I urge you to consider whether you have the experience to provide the scene you propose, or whether it might be better to offer a more mainstream experience, at least until you have had a chance to become initiated into the lifestyle.

I’m a relatively new bare backer bottom. Over time I became more curious what it be like to be fucked raw and bred. I recently went to California on business and arranged to meet two separate tops. Each was Poz undetectable. I recently went on prep knowing that I needed protection fucking raw. These were my first two known Poz loads. It was such a hot experience. The first I hosted a week ago Sunday evening. He was gentle to start, but once loosened me up he became aggressive and verbal. He kept asking if me if loved his dick and wanted his charged load. He finally came inside me the first time. He had me spread my hole and push out some of the cum on his dick and had me suck him and lick him clean. He ended up staying for a while, since he was there decided to suck his dick again and we fucked again and he gave me his second load. This time he had me push out his loads and fed them to me. I was supposed to host number two on Monday, but i was a bit sore and pushed him to Tuesday night. Number 2 was a bit more gentle and he only fucked and bread me once. On Wednesday morning guy number one messaged me and wanted to see me again that evening. Similar experience to Sunday. We fucked twice and i got two loads. Before the second fuck he asked me to come out on the balcony… we had talked about piss play. So he pushed me to my knees and as i was sucking his cock he pissed. I had a hard time swallowing all of it, but it felt so amazing. Such a hot trip, can’t wait to go back.

I can’t be the only one thinking this but clearly I’ll be the first say it: I love it so far but damn I hope future chapters aren’t this short. I’m just starting my stroke and you’re asking for ideas for another chapter? Intended to be constructive criticism with just a little sauce.

Wasn't my last load but a hot anon one this morning on my jog. Love taking my shirt off and seeing if I can catch any guys checking me out. Saw a chubby shirtless guy headed towards who also had his shirt off and loved watching him jiggle as he headed my way, pale skin, a little bit of chest hair, inked here and there, redheaded. As he got closer I could see he was probably late 20s or early 30s, what most guys might call an otter. I played with my crotch a little as we approached each other and smiled at him as he passed me and he smiled at me as well. I turned around to see if if he was checking me out and sure enough, caught him looking. I smiled again and he waved at me so I turned around and caught up with him. As I did he said "hey" and got right to the point asking if I was looking. I said I was and we both slowed down to a walk and he asked if I lived nearby. I hadn't seen him before so didn't know what his story was, but said I did but couldn't host. He muttered a damn and said he couldn't either. I told him I knew a fenced in yard at a vacant house we could use if he didn't mind doing it outside. He laughed and said he was already sweaty so why not. He wasn't kidding either, his body was glistening and I could only guess his ass was moist and ready as mine was. I told him to follow me off the path towards the place I've used before. As we walked there he introduced himself as Matt and I introduced myself and we chatted a bit. He was pretty forward that he wanted to fuck me and get fucked, which got me hard and had him laughing teasing me about young guys always getting hard so easy. I teased back that he must like young guys and he admitted he did. We slipped inside the fenced in yard and he was checking things out and pulling me towards him, sticking his hand in my shorts and jerking my cock. He pulled me in and started kissing me saying he loved how thick my cock was and how bad he wanted it in him and my load too. Knowing he wanted it raw got my cock throbbing and he added he wanted to do me the same way and I told him I wanted it like that. He pulled me over towards the back of the house and pulled his shorts off. I loved how hairy his ass was and it was dripping with sweat, easily mixing with my spit allowing me to penetrate his ass as he moaned with delight. Clearly he's done this before and loves taking random loads from guys. He was moaning telling me how hot my cock felt in his ass, how thick it was, and how bad he wanted my load. I wasn't holding back and really pounding him hard and he was taking it like a champ and I blasted my load in him as he begged me not to pull out. I kept stroking, telling him there was more where that came from and he laughed saying that's why he loved young guys. I leaned into that saying I bet he took lots of loads from young guys and he laughed saying he did and he also has bred a lot of young guys and that he was going to breed the shit out of my ass. I loved that he was so piggy and honest about fucking and getting fucked and soon enough blasted a second load inside him. By now we were both drenched in sweat and couldn't wait to take his load. I'd been jerking his cock will pumping my second load in him and was loving how thick his cock was too. I knew it would really strain my ass the way I love. After I slid out of his ass he put me up against the wall and told me he wasn't going to show any mercy and he didn't, spitting on his cock and my ass and then forcing his cock in me roughly and I let out a "fuck" louder than I wanted to. I was hoping no one was walking their dog nearby and didn't hear that but didn't care as he was now balls deep in me and pounding me hard calling me a dirty little slut and that I'd probably been fucked here by other guys. I said I had been and he kept it up saying I probably get fucked all the time by guys I pick up on the trail and I admitted I did. He kept it up saying I probably let them all breed me raw and take their loads and I admitted I did. He laughed and said he loved slutty young guys like me who love getting bred raw all the time. I was now begging for his load, loving that he had me figured out as the slut I am. He let out a loud groan and I could feel his load flood my guts and I begged him to stay inside me and not to pull out. He laughed and said "not a chance" only to slid out once his dick went limp. I told him what a hot fuck he was and he laughed and told me to suck him clean. I did as told, making sure his cock was clean as a whistle. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on thanking me but saying he needed to get going. I pulled my shorts back on and we headed back out the gate. It's a short walk back to the trail and I told him it would be hot to hook up again. He laughed and said if he sees me again to say hey and we'd take it from there. I offered my number but he said he couldn't do that offering no more of an explanation. I said that was cool and I could only guess he must have a BF or GF or maybe just prefers random hookups. We split up again and headed our separate ways.

Chapter 3: Eric Right on schedule, Eric’s car pulls alongside the house. Like Nick, Eric knows he can let himself in through the back door when we’re partying. It makes it a lot easier when I’m otherwise occupied. The two guys already know each other, so there’s no awkwardness when Eric comes in. We all say our hellos, and Nick gets Eric up to speed with what he’s missed. “He even took my elbow inside him. That hole is super-open, and I got seriously deep today.” Eric nods his approval. “Nice. So what’s next for you, man? What do you want?” I answer while still watching the screen. “Filled. I want to get filled. Need to be filled.” My brain finally catches up with my mouth. I turn to Eric and apologize for being in a daze. “I want your fist inside my hole so badly. Nick stretched me deep. He’s really good at that. Now I want you to stretch me wide. You’ve started on me before, but you’ve never stretch me out when I’m this fucked-up.” “You got that right,” Eric says with a smirk. “I’m gonna have some fun with that sloppy hole of yours.” “Please?” I say. With a nod, Eric says, “Let’s do this.” I get up off the couch and hop into the sling. It’s a bit awkward because I still have the butt plug and Pig Hole in, but I manage. Meanwhile, Eric strips off his clothes and gets his pipe and crystals out of his bag. I realize I’m still absently playing with my little, caged cock. Speaking of little dicks, Eric usually likes to fuck me a bit before the tina dick kicks in, and sometimes he likes to piss in my hole. I try and use that as encouragement. Eric looks like he’s about to light up. “Hang on. Before you do that, come over here,” I say. I lean over the side of the sling and open my mouth. He steps right up and feeds me his cock. I do a little bit of sucking, thankful for the recent hydration break. But before he can bring his pipe to his lips, I say, “How bout I get you hard here, then you slide inside me and fill me with your piss?” Eric smiles. “Sounds good. Just so you know, I partied earlier today.” Now it’s my turn to smile—a broad, ravenous smile. “You mean it’s gonna be chem piss?” Eric just nods. “Oh fuck yes. Let’s do this. Dump in all your dirty, spiked urine. Fill me up, man. Please. Rinse out my hole with your leftover tina.” Just saying that is enough to get Eric rock hard. I do just a bit more sucking before he says “okay” and moves down to the bottom of the sling. I lean back and relax, grinning at what’s about to happen. “I can’t fill you up while this thing’s in the way,” Eric says, pointing to the butt plug. “Shit,” I say, my attention finally catching up to his. I reach down, grab the Pig Hole, and pull it all the way out in a single movement, no hesitation. All I do is grunt a small bit as the widest part clears my entrance. I drop the toys to the side. “There. All yours.” Eric’s mouth gapes open for a second, surprised by how quickly I removed such a large toy. He whistles his amazement at how eager and loose I am. Nick, standing to the side, just chuckles. “I told you. This guy is totally opened up and horny as can be.” I take that as a cue. “Fuck yeah. Come on, Eric. Shove that dick into me and fill me with your chem piss.” Nick encourages him, too. “Go on. Slide it all the way in.” And that’s just what Eric does. One motion, no warning, no stopping. He goes from completely outside of me to complete buried in my hole, all in a split second. I exhale and grin from ear to ear. “There we go,” I say, and I squeeze my hole around his dick. “Now let it loose.” Eric exhales, too. “Holy shit, you’re ready. That hole is so warm and wet and greedy.” At that, I clench my hole again. Eric laughs. “Fucking hell, you horn dog. This is too good to pass up. I’m gonna fuck you a bit before I piss in you.” “Suit yourself,” I say. “I’m just a hole.” Nick adds, “And a damn near bottomless one, at that.” Eric takes his time, changing up his pace, his angle, his stance. I encourage him from time to time with “fuck yeah” and “give it to me” and such. He talks back, so we keep a slow and steady stream of mild banter. After a while, Eric stops. He looks at me, almost looking confused. “Do you want me to cum?” That only increases my hunger. My instincts kick in. “Fuck yeah I do, man.” But Eric explains why he looks confused. “But if I cum now, it’ll all come out when you let out my piss. You usually like to keep my loads inside.” I smile. My fuckbuds know me so well. “Oh, true,” I say. “If you cum in my after your piss is out, you can fist your load deeper into me.” “Deal!” Eric says with a smile. Then he gets real still, and his face becomes empty. I can tell he’s focusing on switching the plumbing so he can let loose a steady stream of piss. I don’t move, and I don’t squeeze. I know he needs time and concentration. It’s killing me because I need to be filled. But I wait. Eric opens his eyes. “You ready? You want it?” “Fuck yeah, Eric. Gimme that chem piss. Fill me up, man. Give it to me. Please.” “Here it comes, you fucking pig. Open wide.” Then I feel the warmth start to spread inside me. He doesn’t take long, so I guess it’s not much, but it’s still hot—in both senses of the word. I feel his dick pulse a couple times, telling me he’s stopped the flow and emptied out. “There ya go, boy. Let that simmer in you for a bit. Meanwhile, I need a drink.” At that, Eric pulls out and heads off to the kitchen with Nick. They don’t even look at me, leaving me alone in the sling, feeling like a used receptacle. I smile and start playing with my tiny dick again. It doesn’t even take up half my cage at this point, but my perineum still likes the attention. I’m content, enjoying the feeling of fluid sloshing around inside me, when I hear the guys call out. “Hey, you should probably let that stuff out before it crawls further up in you. Need help getting down?” They do have a point. “Right, thanks. No, I’ve got it.” I gradually ease my way down to the floor, then I walk to the toilet, take a seat, and slowly expel all the chempiss that had been soaking inside of me. They finish their drinks, I finish emptying my hole, and we all meet back at the sling. Without a word, I climb back in, put up my feet, grab my ass cheeks, and pry them apart. Each of them chuckles and reaches down to give his dick a tug. Eric looks down at Nick’s crotch. “You look like you’re ready, and you haven’t been in this hole in a while. Want to have a go?” Nick replies, “Sure. And who knows, maybe I’ll be able to drop another load off in this nasty cumdump.” That makes me moan with anticipation. I don’t dare say a word, though. They’re talking about me as though I’m not there. Like I’m furniture or a tool to be used. That turns me on so much, and I don’t want to interrupt it. Even the moan might be too much, but I’m pretty sure it’ll just encourage them. Nick looks at Eric and asks, “Did you hear that?” Eric says, “Yeah. Sounds like your cumdump is ready for you. Get going, man. Loosen that hole up before I get to it.” Nick chuckles. “I don’t think that’s a worry, but it’ll feel great to dive in again after that little break.” “Yeah, get that hole ready for my dick. Lube it up with your sperm.” “Fuck yeah,” Nick says. “I’ll leave another load in there for you to fuck and fist in deeper.” He puts some lube on his dick for good measure, then plows right into me, pounding me hard. I moan and take it like I’m made to do. While Nick fucks me, Eric stands to the side and lights up. He gets Nick’s attention, and Nick pauses for a second so they can shotgun the clouds back and forth. I moan as I watch them make out, and Nick resumes his pounding. A minute later, they shotgun again. I could get used to watching this scene—especially watching it while I have a dick in my ass. That thought gives me an idea. While they’re making out, I squeeze my ass around Nick’s cock, making my hole really tight for a second. Nick moans so loud I can hear him through their kiss. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles. “Oh fuck, that tight hot hole feels so good. Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum again.” Needing no more prompting, I start squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, milking his dick as his buries it deep inside me. That does the trick. Nick starts slamming his hips hard against my ass. Then he lets out a huge grunt. “You fucking cumslut! Here you go. You’re getting another one out of me. Take my fucking load!” Nick pounds all the way in once more, but this time he stays there, rooted in place, letting his throbbing cock deposit his seed deep in my guts. I help him out a bit by reaching down and around to the back of his legs. I pull him in toward me, making his cock go just that little bit deeper inside. “There,” I say. “That’s where the load belongs.” Nick pants a few more times, then lets his softening dick gradually fall out of my used hole. I immediately start fingering myself, enjoying the fresh, warm wetness. Nick slaps one of my ass cheeks and says, “Damn, dude. That’s one sweet hole.” Eric steps up as Nick goes to sit down for a minute. “Let me see how tight this hole is.” He lines up his cock and slides inside. I offer no resistance, but I do squeeze his dick as much as I can. “Damn, you ain’t joking. This is one *seriously* tight hole. Shit. I think it needs another load in it, don’t you, Nick?” “Fuck yeah, man. Add to the mix. Give him another one, dude.” I just moan at the thought. I keep up the rhythm of squeezing my ass, milking Eric’s dick, physically begging him to breed me. Eric doesn’t take long. “Fuck, he’s desperate. I’ve never felt him milk my cock so hard before. This bitch really wants seed. Shit. Guess I’m gonna give it to him,” Eric says. And with that, his grunting begins. I feel the pulsing in his cock, and I feel the smile spread across my face. I can’t help it. When I’m doing a good job as a cumdump, I get proud of myself. After a minute, Eric is spent, too. “Damn, that’s a hot hole,” he says. Eric pulls out his softening cock and smacks my ass, marking that the deed has been done. My fingers immediately move back to my hole, and I enjoy the sensation of added wetness. “Shit, look at him,” Eric says. “He just can’t keep his hands out of his hole.” I can’t help but reply to that. “I wish they were your hands, you know.” Eric looks at me with a grin. “You want me to fist those loads into you, don’t you?” I just nod my head, slowly and silently, looking right at him. “Fuck you’re horny,” Eric says. I nod some more. Eric looks over at Nick. “I don’t know, Nick. He says he wants me to fist him, but we each thought his hole was pretty tight. I don’t think he’s ready for that.” My smile disappears. I’m worried I might be missing my chance. Nick responded, “Yeah, you’re right. That hole did get pretty tight.” Then he grinned. ”But I think I know how to fix it.” He and Eric exchanged evil grins, and my heart skipped a beat. Are they thinking what I hope they’re thinking? Eric sits down at the base of the sling and starts lubing up his hand and arm. I lie back and start to relax, trying to prepare for what’s about to happen. Nick returns and says, “Here. Maybe some of this might help open him back up again.” Eric nods his agreement and starts gently fingering my hole. A hole that I think is about to get another booty bump. Eric says, “How much do you think he needs? He’s still pretty high.” Nick looks at me and back at Eric. “Yeah,” he says. “But he’s calmed down and lost a lot of his desperation. Let’s give him a good one and bring back that craving.” Hearing that, I pull back my legs a bit further and grab my ass cheeks to spread them a bit wider. I make it clear I’m ready for whatever they decide to give me. Eric’s fingers slide in a little further. I hear him chuckle. “Oh, this hole is ready, too. It just opened itself up a little more. Let’s get this hole fucked up.” Eric pulls his fingers almost all the way out, teasing my hole with his fingertips. He looks down at them as Nick leans forward to concentrate on that area, too. Nick taps the edge of a baggy a few times, dusting Eric’s fingers. “How’s that?” he asks. Eric leans closer. “He’ll need more than that to make it through what I’m gonna do to him.” I clench my hole a bit, squeezing Eric’s fingers in appreciation. Eric doesn’t look up at me, but his fingers wiggle a bit, letting me know he received my silent signal. I hear a couple more taps on the bag. “One more,” Eric says. “Make it count.” One more firm tap. “There,” Eric says. “That’ll get him totally spun out of his mind.” “Perfect,” Nick says. “Let’s destroy this nasty pig.” Eric slides his fingers in about halfway and runs them all around the inside of my sphincter. It feels like he’s rubbing me with sandpaper. I grunt and squirm a bit in slight discomfort. Eric rotates his fingers a couple more times, making sure to transfer everything from his fingers into my soft tissue. He holds his hand still again and says, “Now some J-lube to get that wet and help it absorb.” I feel cold liquid run past my entrance and into my hole. I almost say something, but Eric interrupts my thoughts. “Hit the poppers, boy. You’re gonna take my fist in about 30 seconds, so you’d better get ready.” I need no more motivation. I uncap the bottle and take a few long, heavy huffs as I feel Eric’s hand already making more rapid movements, pressing more firmly into the hole he’s determined to enter soon. He’s sort of pulsing his hand right at my outer ring, as though he’s testing the resistance. I put the cap back on the bottle, drop the bottle right beside me in the sling, reach up and put my hands behind my head and exhale slowly as the rush of the poppers hits. And that’s exactly when Eric’s fist slides inside me. I grunt, more out of surprise than anything, and I start panting hard from the exhilaration of the penetration and the poppers. Of course, the panting gets my heart going, and soon enough I feel a hint of another kind of rush kick in—my panting pushes the bump through my bloodstream faster. Meanwhile, Eric is pulsing his hand forward and backward inside my hole. He’s not going deeper, but he’s applying and releasing pressure, teasing my hole and tormenting my sphincter. I start grunting with each exhalation I make. My breathing pace gets quicker, and my grunts get deeper-pitched. I start mumbling things like “oh fuck” and “fuck yeah”. Through the brain haze I hear Eric’s voice. “See? The best way to distract a bottom pig is it shove something in his hole, and poppers always make that easier to do. I’ll bet he never felt the burn from that bump because he was too busy thinking about my fist.” I barely nod. My attention is on my hole, what’s going on inside it, and what I want to have inside it. Eric continued, “And he barely noticed my fist go in because he was riding the wave of poppers.” I nod again, slightly. “See, man? He’s already fucked up, and we’re just getting started. You won’t believe how far he’ll open up for me in a few minutes.” I take that as a challenge, and I relax my hole a bit more, push back a little on his hand, and exhale slowly and audibly. Eric takes the bait and pushes in deeper, going in a couple more inches with no trouble at all. He smiles up at me. “Thaaaat’s it, you fucking pig. You know I want in there. You’re gonna let me get deep inside that sloppy hole, aren’t you, boy?” “Uh-huh,” is all I can manage. “That’s right, you fucking cumdump. You’re gonna open all the way up for me.” He pulses his hand inside me again. ”Which way do you want me to go, pig?” he asks. “Deeper,” I say. “Please. Please go deeper inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You’re gonna open right up and take all of me, aren’t you, you dirty pig?” I nod. “You want more?” I nod. “Take it, you filthy pig,” Eric says as he pushes his fist deeper into my hole. Just as I think he’s gone in pretty easily, he says, “Fucking hell! Nick, you were right. This hole really is hungrier than ever. I’m not hitting any resistance.” I take as much as I can, but I hold up an open palm to get him to pause. Sure, I’m wide open and hungry, but I’m not used to Eric going that deep that quickly. “Fuck, dude. You got two-thirds of my forearm in you without hesitating. Good job.” All I can do is pant in response. I hear Eric flip open the lube bottle. He pours more on the last bit of his forearm left outside my hole, so I know what’s about to happen. “Hit the poppers, pig. You’re gonna need ‘em.” I do as I’m told, taking two nice long huffs on the bottle before capping it and setting it aside. I start to lean back and close my eyes, but Eric interrupts me. “Nuh-uh. Look at me.” I freeze. “Open your eyes and look at me, pig.” I raise my eyelids halfway and try to focus on Eric’s face through the combined brain fogs of the buzz and my ever-growing high. “Look at my face,” Eric says. “I wanna see those dilated pupils, you tweaker.” At that, Eric jerks his fist into me just a bit. He doesn’t go in more than half an inch. But it’s enough to startle me and make my eyes bug out. “Atta boy. Stay with me. Look at my eyes,” Eric says. “Niiiice. I can barely see the color around your pupils. You’re pretty far gone, aren’t you, pig?” I bulge my eyes a bit thinking only of how deep his hand is inside my hole. And I want him even deeper now. “Deeper,” I say, partly as a plea, partly as a request, partly as just an echo. And I gaze absently at Eric’s face, knowing that he’s in control of me right now. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of insatiable bottom bitch I like to see. I’m in further than I’ve ever been, and he’s still begging for more.” “More,” I mimic, knowing it’s what I need right now. The only thing I need. Right now. I stare at Eric’s face, locking eyes with him. I push back against his fist inside me. My eyes bug out. My face spasms. I mutter through clenched teeth: “Fuck. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gimme more. Deeper. Fuck yeah. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” It sounds like the other guys said “fuck yes” at the same time I did. I look up to see Eric and Nick each cracking an open-jawed smile. Nick says, “You made it to his elbow, dude. You’re there. All the way.” I don’t smile back. “Fuuuuuck,” is all I can manage. Eric picks up on this. “Fuck. You want more, don’t you? This pig just took my whole forearm, and he’s still begging for more. Fucking hell! Dude, I told you the bigger bump would work. He’s insatiable now.” “More,” I repeat, saying the only word that registered through everything he just said. “More.” I gasp and start to whimper and whine as I feel Eric pulling out, rather than pushing in. My breathing is erratic. I’m confused by what’s happening. “Hang on, you fucking pig. You’ll get what you want. Gimme a second,” Eric says. “Hey Nick. Help me lube my hand.” I’m completely baffled. Why is he pulling out? Why is he lubing his hand? it’s already inside me. It doesn’t need lube. I start to whimper again, when I feel the touch of fingertips around my hole. My hole that still has Eric’s fist in it, down to about the wrist. I feel fingers rubbing my hole around his wrist. “I got ya, you pig. Calm down. Here’s a new challenge for you,” Eric says. And I feel fingertips slide inside my hole, beside the wrist I’ve already engulfed. “We’re gonna work this wiiide open now,” he says. At this point, I’m floating on a cloud, and my ass is the only thing I care about in the universe. I lie back, relax completely, and let Eric work his magic destroying my hole. I don’t communicate with anyone beyond grunts, moans, and the occasional “fuck” or “fuck yeah”. I am nothing more than a hole designed to be split open and filled. Eric takes full advantage of my complaint state. His fingers move around my ass lips for a bit, loosening them a little and spreading around the lubrication. He pulls that hand out and turns his other fist into a piston, crossing my threshold again and again, getting my ass used to the intrusion and weakening my defenses against penetrations of any size. Hearing nothing but moans from me, Eric slides his hand out of my hole, leaving only his four fingers inside. He then adds the four fingers of his other hand, letting me feel pried open and slightly stretched. He starts moving each hand back and forth, in and out, around and out—he’s turning my sphincter into taffy, bending and stretching it to his will. Sometimes he’ll pause, leaving all eight fingers inside, shaped like he’s about to dive into me. Then he uses his thumbs to massage the ring around my hole. Other times, he’ll put his fingers in with knuckles together and palms facing out. He stretches them apart a bit, working on my gape, and again uses his thumbs to massage the bottom of my hole. And still other times, he builds up a rhythm, sliding one fist in and out, then the other, then the first, and back again, alternating fists in an all-out assault on my ass. He’s numbing my resistance. He’s wearing out my ring, making me helpless in the face of this onslaught he’s subjecting me to. And all I can do is grunt along with the abuse, opening right up and taking everything he gives me. Eventually (I’ve lost all sense of time), his pacing slows. He keeps one fist balled up inside me, pushing it in and out right inside my hole, teasing me with pressure and making me gasp from the constant intensity. I hear him speak a single word, filled with command, authority, encouragement, and patience. That one word? “Poppers.” I obey, grabbing my bottle, removing the lid, and leaning in for two slow, long huffs. I lean back and slowly start to exhale. “Again,” I hear Eric say. Again, I obey, taking two more long, deep sniffs from the bottle. I can’t hold it in as long this time because my heart is already racing. But I lean back and exhale as slowly as I can. “Last one,” Eric says, encouraging and demanding at the same time. As I lean forward to inhale again, I whimper a bit. I’m unsteady despite lying in a sling. My head is spinning despite being completely still. I’m losing touch with reality and with my body. I’m sure that’s just how Eric wants it, and he knows this last huff will send me past the brink. I take two more long pulls from the poppers, lean back, replace the cap, mindlessly set the bottle wherever, and start to exhale as I drop my head completely onto the sling, unable to hold it upright a moment longer. “Good boy,” Eric says. “Ride that wave. Open up, boy, cuz you’re gonna get wrecked now. Relax and breathe.” Just the way Eric speaks to me turns me on. He’s controlling and kind, telling me what to do and watching out for me at the same time. At this point, I will do absolutely anything he tells me—anything to get more of him inside me. My brain switches from reason to desperation. I start babbling encouragement as all the drugs swim in my mind, fueling the monster. I become a pure fisting power bottom. There’s no human left. Only a hole remains. “Fuck me,” I say. “Fucking give it to me. Fill me up. Go all the way. That hole is yours. Open it wide. Fucking stuff that hole full. Fuck man. Do it. Push my limits. Give it to me.” Eric applies more pressure with his fist, which makes me grunt and push back, trying to engulf everything he’s pushing into me. I want anything inside my hole I can get. “Breathe, you fucking pig. Breathe,” Eric says. But I can’t control my breathing any more. I am a slave to my hunger. My hole controls me. I push. I groan. I grab the bottom of the sling and pull myself down onto Eric’s arm. An arm that feels suddenly wider than it was a minute ago. I take the girth as a challenge, let my hunger out as a growl, relax my hole, and push, willing it to slide inside. It works. With a thump, I feel something massive enter me. My hole feels more stretched than ever before, and my insides feel more full than they’ve ever felt. My eyes bug out, and I start panting. I try to find Eric’s face to look at it for answers, but my eyes can’t focus on anything because I’m so spun out. I’m damn near hyperventilating, but I feel absolutely incredible. “Shhhhhh,” Eric hisses. “Relax you goddamned pig. You’ve done it. You achieved your goal. Now calm down and feel for yourself.” I take a few moments to try and slow my breathing. I can’t make much progress, but I at least figure out how to close my mouth and breathe hard through my nose, which relaxes me a small bit. I take a couple deeper breaths and feel my body return to the sling from whatever cloud I’d been floating on. He told me to feel for myself. I have no idea what he means, but my instincts kick in, and my hands move down toward my crotch, my perineum, and my hole. My hole. Oh my god, my hole. “Fuck,” I mumble. I barely recognize it as mine, it’s stretched so huge. I run my hands around the circumference of my massive hole, amazed by how big it has become. And then I feel what’s inside. What two things are inside. “Holy fuck,” I say. Each of my hands finds a wrist sticking out of my hole. Each of my hands slides around my hole, finds one of Eric’s wrists, and wraps fingers around it, disbelieving the reality. I look directly into Eric’s eyes, an expression of wonder and bafflement on my face. “Holy fuck,” I repeat. “I took two?” Eric begins to laugh. “Yeah, you hungry fucking pig hole. You have both my fists inside you. Nice work, you nasty fuck. You like it?” I’m too overwhelmed to answer. I run my hands around the edge of my hole again. My eyes bug out again. I exhale. I smile. That’s enough of an answer for him. Nick chimes in, “Yep. I think the pig hole likes it.” My brain is completely fried, unable to process anything beyond the unreal sense of fullness I feel and the intense stretching my hole is enduring. Things get even more intense as Eric pulses his hands—both of them—back and forth. Even a small movement is enough to send shockwaves through my body and light up my face. I hear Eric chuckle as I squirm. “Let’s see if he can take this,” Eric says. “Alternating hands.” A few weeks back, Eric had alternated his hands by penetrating me with one and then the other, loosening my hole and weakening my resistance. Now, he starts doing almost the same thing, but he never removes so much as the knuckles of either hand. He’s running two fists back and forth, over and over again, keeping both inside me the entire time. The sensations are completely overwhelming. I slam my head down onto the sling, open my eyes and mouth as though I’ve just seen a ghost, and then my voice catches up with me. “Oh my god! Holy shit. Fuck yeah. Fucking wreck my hole, man. Destroy my ass. Gimme those fucking fists. Stretch me out. Fuck yeah, give it to me. Fuuuck yeaaaaahhhhh.” The changing sensations all start to blend together. I can’t tell which hand was coming or going, or how much Eric is rotating or twisting. It’s as though my entire ass is made out of putty, and he’s just playing with it, morphing it and shaping it however he wants. “Dude,” I say. “That ass is *yours*—play with it. Use it. Fill it. Destroy it. Whatever you want. Just don’t fucking stop!” For the next several minutes, my mind and my body sort of disconnect. I know something’s happening to my hole, and I feel every bit of euphoria from it, but the details are completely lost. It’s like I’m not experiencing the physical actions, only the pleasures they create. I completely lose myself in the bliss of being out of control of my own wrecked hole. I’m sure my face looks totally vacant, with a half-present smile like I’m dreaming. And maybe I am. I can’t tell where reality is anymore, and I have no interest in waking up. This feels more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced. Eric continues plunging into my hole, stretching me any way he wants. After a good long while, I feel him calm down and slow his pace. A bit of his roughness and determination make way for the care and kindness he showed earlier. He speaks up. “Okay, you nasty hole. You need to come back down to earth for a while. We need to get you hydrated, and my arms need a break. I’m gonna slow down and eventually pull out.” I whimper, shamelessly. “I know, dude. But we both need a break.” My brain starts to register the coming crisis: I’ll be empty. “But my hole,” I mumble. It’s Nick’s turn to talk. “Oh, don’t worry. I think we can find something to fill it for a bit while you get a drink. I have some ideas.” I notice he’s grinning like a devil. That means I’ll enjoy whatever he’s dreaming up. “But Eric and I are gonna have to go soon. Start thinking of someone you can invite over to use that blasted-open hole.” It’s a struggle to think clearly while Eric’s still playing, slowly, inside my hole and while I’m still coming down from the euphoric high I’ve been on. But I remember a conversation with a friend a few days back. A friend who said he wanted to see how stretched-out I could get. He’s seen me after I got high before, taking advantage of residual horniness. But he’s always wanted to see me totally spun out of my mind, to watch my desperation and to see how much I can take from him. Ed. Eduardo is his name. “Yeah. Eduardo will want to use me,” I say. Nick chuckles. “Then you’d better hit him up and get him over here. He’s up next, I think.” Nick hands me my phone. “Do you got this, or you need me to write it?” “I got it,” I say. Knowing how difficult it will be to focus on the screen, much less the keyboard, I use my phone’s voice assistant and dictate a message. Talking to my phone, I say, “Tell Eduardo to get over here. My hole is wrecked and ready for you to abuse. Please come fill me up.” I send the message, hand the phone to Nick with a “thank you”, and collapse back onto the sling, totally spent. Eric’s movements have pretty much stopped by this point. He says, “Okay. I need a break. Nick, do you have plans for this useless hole?” “Yeah, hang on. I at least need to feel how loose it is. That looks amazing.” At this point, I feel proud of my hard work. I don’t think they’re even trying, but they’re still referring to me as an object, like I’m not there. I’ve succeeded in becoming nothing but a hole to them. I hear Nick coating his arms with lube, so I know he’s about to dive in again. My abuse isn’t over yet. “Okay,” he says. “Ready for me to take over?” Eric replies, “Sure. Alright, you pig. I’m gonna pull out now. But don’t worry, Nick will be back inside you in just a second.” I feel the fullness inside me continue to decrease as Eric slowly but surely removes first one hand then the other from inside my now-cavernous bowels. I don’t even grunt or flinch as they pass my threshold. One of the guys whistles his amazement. “He didn’t even react. Jesus, he’s blasted.” And at that, the last of Eric’s fingers left my ass. My hands immediately seek out my hole, feeling and fingering the sloppy, wet mess that used to be my tight sphincter. “Shit, look at that,” one of the guys says. “He’s a mindless animal. He can’t let his hole alone for two seconds.” Needing no further encouragement, I wipe a palm across my hole, then the back of the same hand. Then I ball the hand up into a fist, and I slide it right into my gaping chute. Within seconds, I’m pistoning my hand inside myself because I can’t bear to have an empty hole. “Fucking hell, man. He’s so desperate that he’s already fisting himself. Damn.” “See if you can wrap your hand around his and double-fist him again.” I feel fingers at my entrance, prodding and searching for something. I feel pressure. And then I feel like someone is trying to hold my hand. A bit more pressure and a slight thump, and suddenly my fist is wrapped inside someone else’s. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, dude. You’re double-fisting yourself with someone else. Holy fuck.” I just moan, too distracted by the fullness to worry about what the words mean. “Shit. Can I slide past?” The sensations change. My hand is no longer being held, but the pressure and stretching increase. I feel flesh sliding past the back of my hand. I realize then that someone is fisting me deeper while I keep my own fist just inside my hole. “Jesus Christ,” comes a voice. I think it’s Nick’s. “You have your fist and half my forearm inside you, and you’ve not so much as grunted. Your hole will take anything, won’t it?” Through my brain fog, I say one thing: “More.” “Fucking hell,” Nick says. “I gotta try this. Here, dude. Move your hand. I’ll take over.” I feel Nick tug at my wrist, prying my fist out of my hole. I whimper when it’s out, sad for the sudden emptiness. That emptiness doesn’t last long, though, because within seconds, Nick slides his other hand in to replace mine. I barely grunt when it’s through. “Fuck yeah, dude. Take those fists,” he says. Nick pushes deeper. I grunt. He keeps going. “Oh my god, you pig. Your hole just swallowed half of both of my forearms. And you barely noticed!” To encourage him, I push back on him and try to swallow more. “Hell yeah, dude. You’re insatiable.” At this point, I’m a mindless machine, hell-bent on taking everything I can get. Without opening my eyes or changing my expression, I grab my poppers. I go through the motions of huffing like I’m a robot following a program. “Jesus, dude. You think you can take more?” “More,” I repeat, as I push back against his fists and stare directly into his eyes, my eyes growing wide with fierce determination. “Go deeper,” I say. No, I challenge. I demand. “Fucking hell, man. Take it. Take my fists deep inside you. Swallow my arms, you fucking pig. Fuckin — Oh. My. God!” he says, wide-eyed, as three…four…five more inches of his body disappear inside mine. “Holy fuck,” we both say together. Nick just looks at me. “Fucking hell. How the fuck can you do this?” I keep staring back at him, ignoring his question. “Fuck me. Fuck that hole.” I pull my legs back further, giving him even easier access. “Goddamn, dude. How could I not?” Nick looks like a toddler in a playground: Overwhelmed by opportunity but confident it’s all for him. He starts playing inside me. He pistons his hands—sometimes together, sometimes separately. He rotates his wrists. He changes the shape of his fists. He spends several minutes doing everything and anything he can think of with his arms inside me. The whole time I’m just along for the ride, enjoying the changing sensations. We each enjoy a few more minutes of this, until Eric comes back. “No really, guys,” he says. “We need to get him rehydrated, and his amazing hole deserves a break.” “But I don’t want a break,” I say. I look at Nick. “Just keep pounding me, dude.” Nick starts to slowly remove one hand, then the other, ignoring my plea. “Naw, man. Eric’s right. You need fluids.” “I need a butt plug,” I say. “Don’t leave me empty. Not after that.” I realize now, though, that I’m so stretched-out that I probably won’t even feel the biggest plug I have. After taking two arms, it’s tough to feel full by comparison. “Shit. I don’t have a plug that’s big enough to stay in.” I really start to worry now, knowing the only thing I crave right now is to be filled. I’ll think of nothing else unless that need is satisfied. “Hang on,” Eric says. “I got you.” Nick continues his slow, steady exit from my hole. But he takes pity on me because he leaves one hand inside, moving it around a bit, seeming to enjoy the feel of my warm, wet hole engulfing him. Regardless of whether it’s for his benefit or mine, I appreciate it. He’s keeping me filled up, at least a little, while we wait for Eric to come back. After a moment, Eric enters the room carrying the largest butt plug I’ve ever seen outside a sex shop. It has a massive flange on it, so once it’s in, it’s not coming out easily. And it’s wider than any toy I’ve ever taken. It looks like it weighs more than a small child. “Think this’ll do?” Eric asks. “I got it just for you, pig. I figured you’d be insatiable, and I thought it might be time for you to move up to something impossibly big.” Before I could figure out what to say, Nick speaks. “I’ll tell you what, his hole is ready. I can feel it twitching around my hand. As soon as he laid eyes on that thing, this hole started begging.” “Let’s see how it works,” Eric said. Nick pulled out his hand and used it to slather lube all over the new toy. They poured a bit more on for good measure. Nick moved the tip of the plug toward my hole. “Hang on,” says Eric, looking at Nick. “What would you say to some more of this?” In Eric’s hand is a familiar little baggy. Nick looks surprised, but he grins. “Seriously? With the state he’s already in?” Eric smirks back. “I get it, but that’s a big toy, and besides, you heard him raking in another booty call once we’re gone. We might as well leave this dirty pig in the best condition possible.” Eric looks at me. “What do you think?” I was already smiling mischievously at the thought of getting yet another bump tonight. But when he looks at me, my eyes bug out again, without my conscious thought on my part. Eric just chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes. Prepare for blast-off,” He says. I watch as Eric opens the baggie again and tips it over, almost like he’s dumping the entire contents onto the tip of the plug.“ Nick looks surprised. “Jesus, dude. Are you sure?” Eric says, “He’ll be fine. We’re about to hydrate him, anyway. This will counteract any sobering effect the drinks have.” Nick says, “Alright, then.” He lines up the tip with the entrance to my blown-out hole. I swear I can already feel a burning sensation, and the plug isn’t even inside me. “He ya go, ya fucking pig.” Nick presses the greased-up plug into my open and eager hole. A gentle, constant pressure gets it two-thirds in without trouble. Then he slows down a bit, apparently finding resistance. “Okay, pig. Relax. Deep breaths.” I do my best to concentrate on my breathing despite being split open from below. I feel the massive plug continuing to stretch me and penetrate deeper into my guts. “Almost there,” Nick says. “Deep breath out.” I exhale slowly and loudly, just as I feel added pressure on the plug. Then I feel a bit of suction as my hole closes in around the base of the toy and locks it in place. “Oh my god,” Nick and I say. “This feels incredible. I’m so full and so open. And shit, there’s the burn. Oh, fuck guys, you’re gonna totally fuck me up.” Eric laughs at that. “Oh, right. Like you’re not already fucked up? You know you wanted more.” He’s right, so I don’t argue. They gingerly help me out of the sling so I can stretch my legs a bit and get blood flowing back to my feet. I follow them out to the kitchen, marveling at the feeling of walking with this massive toy locked inside my hole. All my attention is on my hole and the pressure it feels. If the guys are talking, I’m paying no attention. My hands roam around my crotch, my hole, and my perineum as I pace restlessly around the room. I just need to go back to getting fucked. I need more dicks inside me. I need to be a communal cumdump. After a moment, I’m startled back to reality by a bottle being held in front of my face. I look up. Nick is offering me a sports drink. “Down this,” he says. “You need the electrolytes, bad.” I chug the drink, almost in a single gulp. Nick laughs. “Well I guess the pig wasn’t just a hungry hole. He’s a thirsty hole, too!” He leaves and comes back a moment later. “Here, pig. Have another.” This one I get about halfway through before I slow down. “That’s better,” I hear Nick say. “Now take your time with the rest of it.” I take a few more sips, then set it on the table before wandering over to sit down on the couch. Once my butt hits the cushion, I realize how the frame of the couch pushes the huge butt plug further into me, lighting up my prostate. It feels amazing and distracts what little attention span I still have. I start rocking my hips back and forth, grinding my pelvis into the furniture. The depth of the penetration feels insane. “The fuck?” Nick says with a chuckle as he walks into the room. “Eric, you should come see this. Our pig here is fucking himself with his couch. Hell, he looks like he’d try to shove the whole thing up his hole if it had enough lube on it.” I’m too distracted by the pleasure signals coming from my prostate. I don’t even react to whatever Nick just said. Eric enters the room and laughs. “Yeah, he’s gone. Looks like he’d do anything we tell him to do and shove anything he can in his hole. He’s gonna be out of it for a while. You said he has someone coming over, right?” “I think so, yeah. Another top,” Nick says. “I hope the dude is seriously hung. Otherwise it’ll be like a hotdog down a hallway. I’ve never seen a fuck hole so opened up before.” Eric turns to Nick. “Alright. We should head out of here before he tries to swallow even more of our arms this time.” “Yeah, sounds good,” says Nick. “I need a nap, anyway.” Nick looks at me. “You okay if we head out?” By this point I’m bouncing up and down on the most massive toy ever to go inside my hole. I’m completely spun out, higher than I’ve ever been before. I’m staring absently at the porn playing on the screen, grunting from the butt plug’s assault and moaning when someone on the screen gets off. I’m locked in a self-feeding cycle of hedonistic pleasure, beyond the ability to respond to Nick. He nods. “Right. You’re good. I’m gonna say this to you now and hope it trickles through your brain for when you come back to earth. Remember to drink more.” My eyes flicker all around the room, eventually landing on the half-empty sports drink on the table. “Yeah, that,” Nick says. “Drink it. Okay, we’re out. Catch you later, you nasty fuck hole.”

Chapter 60: Awkward I showered off and sure enough my phone rang. It was mom asking if I wanted to join them for dinner. Of course I said yes. She said to meet them down at the restaurant and be sure to be dressed nicely. I met them at the restaurant, and both mom and dad seemed to be glowing. We got to our table, and our waiter arrived. He was the spitting image of the spa attendant. I said I didn't know you were a waiter too. He laughed and said I must have gone to the spa and seen his twin brother. I said I certainly did. The waiter then made some suggestions for our main courses, saying that he'd recommend deserts later as that was his specialty. I just grinned and said perfect. The waiter then took our order, and said he'd be back with our drinks. Mom excused herself to go to the restroom, and I told dad about my spa experience. He was amazed, saying it was so funny that mom set this up, and not him. I told him the spa attendant was poz, and I seeded him, but after work he'd be seeding me. Dad was growing hard, and said that's enough details. He said he knew how to "deflate" and said he'd briefly tell him about his session with mom. I laughed and said he didn't have to, as I heard her begging for his seed. Dad said it was a nice change of pace, and although he'd like to have a baby by her, he didn't want to bring a child into this world with HIV. The waiter came back with our drinks, and I asked him if he and his twin had anything else in common besides their looks. He rolled up his sleeve revealing a scorpion tat. I told him his brother planned on delivering a desert tonight, and as he was a specialist on deserts, he was invited also. He said he'd love to. Mom was returning as I told him to get with his brother. He said he already talked to him, and he said he had a newly toxic load in him already, and was planning on planting his in someone tonight, adding he had no idea it was me that seeded his twin! He rolled down his sleeve just before mom sat back down. She immediately asked how my spa day was. I told her it was just what I needed to relax. I explained that while she was away, dad and I spoke to the waiter, who was the twin of the spa attendant. She was suprised saying that she should book an appointment! I told her his hands were absolutely amazing. Dad gave me a slight kick below the table. We finished our main courses, and our waiter came back with his desert suggestions. He said that although they had many desert options, he loved the rich and creamy ones. I said I agree. So did dad. He reminded us although the restaurant closed at 9, deserts were available for room service until 10. I said after an amazing massage by his brother, and an amazing meal, I might just have to take a nap, and order one later. He reminded us of his name, and suggested we ask specifically for him. We said we would.

Bill wasn’t missing out, though. He had already had dozens of chances over the last five years to enjoy seeing Teddy’s angelic face, all inhibitions lost, as he begged to be used rough at the end of a night. He knew there would be other times in the future to be with Teddy on that dark journey. Right now, though, he was enjoying taking a hot shower with Matty. They were playful in the shower, both rock hard. Turn’s out there was cure for Matty’s Tina dick: the more the little pig felt Bill’s hard muscles around him, the harder his perfect, small, dark cock became. Bill had gotten hard as a rock watching the boy’s perfect ass clench and flex as he went up the stairs in front of him. Bill steadied him as he climbed, mindful of the time the boy had been in a sling and knowing he was still high. They got in the big shower together, tenderly making out, and Bill began sudsing him up, marveling at the perfect skin, marked with red stripes, strap marks, and slight abrasions from the pain the little stud loved. But Bill was most turned by the little shallow bite marks, the visible evidence of Bill’s need to possess and consume the stud scattered on the little man’s perfectly toned muscles. As Matty took his turn washing Bill—Bill leaning down so Matty get reach his hair and back—he kept focusing more and more on Bill’s cock, swollen now as hard as it usually did only while he was hurting a young man. “I need your cock, daddy,” Matty said, “I need to feel you inside me, please daddy.” Bill took his ass again then in the shower, the steam keeping them warm. Bill went slow—he knew the boy’s hole was shutting down, but he also knew that a hard cock—even a beer-can thick nine inch cock like his own—was a much easier fuck then the hardness of bones in a hand. Matty’s hole was hot, and chamois-cloth smooth, as Bill fucked him gently Matty’s hole clutched and sucked on Bill’s big tool, the hole milking Bill’s tool as Matty began begging,”Harder, more daddy, fuck me harder,”. After obliging the little slut, fucking him hard for what felt like forever, Bill couldn’t contain himself any longer and exploded again in that perfect ass, his mind shattering in the whiteness of an incredible orgasm, ropes of cum shooting deeper into Matty’s hot hole. Matty started begging for Bill’s piss, after he kneeled and began cleaning his ass juice off Bill’s semi-hard cock. Bill’s white cum was seeping out of Matty’s stretched asshole as he lightly nuzzled on Bill’s big cock head. “Swallow boy,” he said, having just filled the boy’s mouth with piss. Satisfied that was done, he gave the boy another mouthful, commanding him to hold the hot piss in his mouth for a minute before commanding him to swallow again. Bill made the experience last as long as he could, wanting the boy to connect the taste of Bill’s piss with the eroticism he clearly felt in any act of serving a muscle daddy like Bill. They rinsed off quickly again, and Bill enjoyed drying the boy. He wrapped him in one of his robes, but the boy couldn’t walk because of all the extra fabric, his 5’4” frame tiny in the giant robe. So Bill picked him up and carried him to the breakfast counter in his kitchen. Bill made him drink a couple of clear Gatorades, and then gave him some full-fat youghurt. Bill realized he was especially sex-obsessed tonight, when the sight of the golden honey and the small slices of strawberry he put in the youghurt made him long to again be pissing his golden honey into the strawberry-red rosebud his rough punches would give little Matty. So instead he asked Matty about his life, his parents, and what it was like growing up in Austin. After they had both eaten a banana, the final step in their initial recovery, Bill took him into the bedroom. He played soft morning music and Matt begged him to fuck him again. He fucked the little stud for a good long time—he could go for hours when he fucked so soon after coming—but the boys perfect hole was just too fucking amazing and he came again after about 45 minutes, his huge body spearing into the perfect hole, Matty’s legs behind his head. Matty was euphoric from the fuck, overwhelmed by the continue pleasure he had been given over the hours of sex. Bill reached over to his side table, and then fed the boy an ambient, popping one himself. He got up on his knees, bringing the smaller twink with him, cock still buried in the hot ass. He moved himself into position and lay back down, shifting the hard planes of Matty’s body into position with Matty cradled on his side on his chest. Feeling Bill’s cock grow hard again, Matty tried to fuck himself on Bill’s dick. But Bill knew they needed sleep, and calmed the boy with his big hands, kissing him gently. “Let’s sleep now, boy,” he said gently, “I want to fall asleep inside you.” And so they drifted off to sleep, Bill’s big cock lodged in Matty’s ass acting as a promise, an expression of Bill’s desire to own the boy. Bill intended to give Matty two weeks from when he had dropped the boy off at his little studio apartment in Georgetown before he called him. He was sure the boy needed time to recover. But by day 7, the phone rang, and within an hour Matty was on his knees in the playroom, arms bound behind his back, giving Bill one of his signature mind-blowing suck jobs. And by day 90, Matty was at the Eagle, tits gleaming with silver bars, standing next to his leather brother Teddy, their respective alphas daddies on either side. Around his neck he wore a red-trimmed collar just like Teddy’s. Matty’s hands were cuffed in front of him, just like Teddy. But while Teddy’s cuffs were trimmed in red, Matty’s cuffs were trimmed with light grey. By day 365, Matty stood in the same spot in the same lineup of leather men. Matty leaned slightly back into the protective embrace of Bill’s big chest, his blue-white skin contrasting with Bill’s ruddy skin, his frame looked tiny with the big bicep wrapped around his side. Next to Matty, Teddy’s pink hard lean muscles were embraced with an air of complete ownership by Mark’s slightly darker arm. Seeing Master Tom admiring the four of them with clear desire all over his face, Bill caught the older, black, muscle-man’s eye. When he knew the Master Tom was really looking, Bill slowly spun Matty around, tenderly bringing the boy to rest his head on Bill’s huge pecs. As he did so Master Tom’s roughly-handsome face lit up at with a big smile at what Daddy Bill had just shown him. For The V of Matty’s perfectly-muscled little back drew all eyes to what was different tonight: the letters WGB tattooed in the same font as those tattooed on Teddy’s lower back. Daddy Bill smiled and gently squeezed one of Matty’s rock hard asschecks, the action confirming what the letters right above Matty’s ass proclaimed: little Matty was now, officially, 1000%, William Galway’s Boy.

It had been a long time since Teddy was freaked out about sex with his daddies. But he was a little bit afraid right now. Turned on, and in full submissive slut mode, he was horny as hell. But clearly his daddies had plans for him. He was cuffed into the sling, blindfolded, and the part that worried him was they had put big sensory deprivation headphones on him, playing a low fuck-me techno best. Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill were meticulous planners of certain aspects of their sexual adventures; in his five years of getting used by these men, all these signs pointed to a painful good time to come. He knew that whatever it was would combine pain and pleasure—he just never quite knew what that combination would be. He suspected it was some new twisted variation of Bill’s signature comet—his huge balled fist and arm covered in a thin layer of crisco and finely powdered Tina. Daddy Bill called it a comet because it burned your insides like a flaming comet as he rammed his big fist all the way inside you, through as many of your holes as had been opened by one or the other of the daddies. But within seconds the burning stopped hurting and became an overwhelming desire to get fistfucked hard. Usually within seconds whatever pig lucky enough to be treated to a comet ride would be bucking and groaning begging to be used hard by Dady Bill’s big fist, stretching their own holes out all around his muscle arms. He had been in Daddy Bill’s hands since he had come into the basement playroom. Daddy Bill kept his wrists bound and tits clamped, and made Teddy nurse on his big cock while he gave Teddy three giant enemas. Teddy had wondered again about the wisdom of his being in a relationship with both men at once—the cross pollination of Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill’s perversions was becoming increasingly evident. Sadism and beatings had been a Daddy Bill thing, but his body bore expert witness to how much Mark enjoyed it; the enemas Daddy Bill administered to his ass brought Teddy’s total that night to like eight, after those Daddy Mark gave him at home. The enemas humiliated him—that was part of the point—and emphasized how both men controlled his body completely. Bill, especially, loved to plug the enema inside Teddy with his big balled fist and then apply slight pressure to stretch Teddy’s asshole. He loved it when he made Teddy lose control and clean water shot out around his big paw into the claw-footed iron bathtub he kept in the corner of his playroom. Teddy squirmed and moaned, flying high. He was in the sling, his cuffs restraining him in place. If he were thinking, he would realize that his daddies always started feeding his pig hole a little too much Tina when they wanted him to loose control. At that moment though all he cared about was getting more hard, delicious punches from Daddy Bill’s meaty paw. Bill lodged his fist all the way inside the second hole of the much smaller man, and leaned over to kiss Teddy hard. He had removed the headphones but had kept the boy blindfolded—Teddy was too smart for his own good and would overthink things, and the blindfold made him focus more on the only thing that mattered at that moment: the stretch his big muscle daddy was giving his boy hole. “God I love you Teddy, my precious baby boy,” he said, pushing and pulling his fist deep inside him. “I love how smart you are and I love to see your pretty mouth locked around my cock, guzzling on my piss,” he said, “But I really love how deep you let me take your little boy hole.” As he said that last, he quested deeper and carefully smoothed his fist out, delivering the 1/4 gram of tina he’d kept hidden in it for the last several minutes, using his fingers to lightly push it into Teddy’s Sigmund colon. Teddy hissed, then bucked up and tried to do everything he could to take more of Bill’s muscular arm as deep as it would go. Matty was at that moment thinking he had died and gone to pig heaven. When he had first gone up to talk to the men last night, he had been most interested in Daddy Bill. He’d hooked up with hot silvery daddies many times in Austin, but men like Bill usually only wanted other muscle men. He’d been thrilled to learn from Teddy that Daddy Bill was into twinks. And he’d been even more thrilled when Bill invited him home, promising that Daddy Mark would be coming later specifically to have sex with him. One daddy looked like a fucking Colt model while the other one fulfilled every older-daddy fantasies he’d been having since he was twelve. It was like a fucking daddy jackpot! Matty grunted, squirming, as Daddy Mark gave him yet another wild ride on the huge dildo. It had a huge head. “Gonna give you a sample of what your Daddy Bill’s huge fist feels like,” Daddy Mark had said as he slipped it in. It was fucking huge, “Bill will stretch you more than that,” Daddy Mark had promised. His approach was almost clinical. While Daddy Bill’s approach felt spontaneous, with lots of nipping and biting and random deep kisses, Daddy Mark was simply obsessed with stretching Matty’s hole deep. He only hurt Matty when he wanted access to some deeper place or wanted to stretch with a harder fuck. The big toy was filling his inner hole completely, and Daddy Mark was trying to push the huge head into his inner chamber. It was going in a little, but not going far. Matty couldn’t believe his hole muscles had any resistance left—it had felt like Daddy Mark had fucked him for hours earlier with the crazy-shaped dildo—it was like three, increasingly larger but plugs stacked—until he was literally squelching around the thing. Daddy Mark looked down at the kid and admired the way the big head of the dildo bulged his perfect flat stomach out. Fuck the little man was a prize. He was so fucking beautiful, his shiny hair wet from sweat, his perfectly shaped pecs rising as he panted. And he was a perfect goddamn pain pig, and while he probably would never ever be as big an ass pig as his boy Teddy, the kid clearly loved getting his hole used. Suddenly Mark was consumed with an overwhelming lust to take the rest of that sweet, sweet, hole. Keeping the big toy lodged up the kids shoot, he lubed up finger and then rolled it around in the Tina powder. He’d stopped measure out lines when he started using the toy. The boy needed to be fucked up for what was to come. He slide his finger in around the big toy, shooting in fast and quick, and the tried to get as much Tina as he could around the underside of the big head. When the kid’s inner ring closed around the head, he’d get a small taste of what it felt like when his boy hole closed around a man’s balled up, Tina-coated, fist. Matty moaned and tried to settle himself down around the toy and push it deeper. Seeing the kid was ready, Mark grabbed the Matty’s balls and squeezed hard, Matty opened up, and the big head slid into Matty’s inner ring. Matty gave a sharp short scream and then moaned, “Fuuuuck me daddy,” he pleaded. Mark held the toy still, waiting on the kid to feel the Tina he’d put behind the giant head. Matty’s eyes got wide, the beautiful grey hours ago replaced with the dilated black of a chemsex pig, and he hissed at the burn. As he began to chant, “Please Daddy Mark, take me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Mark slowly slid the toy forward as far as he could and Matty begged him for more. Marl slowly pulled the head out of the kid’s inner hole, and glancing over to see Teddy on his back in the iron bathrobe his hole getting a deep, deep enema from Bill’s latest new device he realized it was time: this sweet-faced beauty needed his hole open and a little achy. “You’re getting fucked, boy” Mark said slapping Matty’s face and starting a slow but steady fuck of the boys inner hole, sliding the big head in and out, in and out. Matty just smiled, his face dreamy from the euphoria of his first deep fuck.

Teddy stood in the corner of Bill’s basement playroom. He was tightly bound with his hands at his sides, a chain from the ceiling attached to his padded collar the only thing helping him keep balance. His body was striped evenly, all around, from shoulders to the soles of his feet, the welts from the nylon whip Daddy Mark had used on him at home aching slightly, and hurting at places where the rope binding him intersected with a welt. Teddy was gagged tight. His nipples were clamped, pulled tight and hard by the small weighs attached to the chain tying them together. He was rock hard—right before they left home Daddy Mark had injected him with 50 units of trimix so it would be easier for him to use a little whip all around his cock and balls, Teddy’s scream’s delighting him. He held is upper body was still as he could, a long thick dildo deep in his guts. “Daddy Bill wants to use your hole hard tonight, boy,” Daddy Mark whispered, slipping his rock hard cock between Teddy’s sore asschecks. In their home playroom Mark had bound Teddy’s arms to his sides after taking his arms down from the St Andrew’s cross he had been attached to while being whipped. “He wants your hole to flame like a comet before you beg us to punch you.” Teddy shuddered, remembering the intense pain and pleasure of ridding one of Daddy Bill’s signature comets. “Told him it would be my pleasure to soften you up,” Mark grunted, spewing a big load of cum into Teddy’s chute. Mark kept his cock inside Teddy’s guts, moving around until he paused and Teddy felt the familiar warm tingle of a big load of chempiss squirting into his guts. Slapping Teddy’s cheeks hard to make him clench, Mark pulled his softening cock out of Teddy’s ass. He reached down and applied some lube to a big but plug and shoved it home, making Teddy groan and squirm. Attaching big titclamps to Teddy’s nipples, he leaned in and gave Teddy a rough case, “You know I love you, boy,” Mark said, reaching down and squeezing Teddy’s swollen balls, “I hurt you because I love you.” “You look like the hottest little candy cane with those gorgeous stripes,” Daddy Bill had chuckled when Teddy, arms bound to his side, nipples aching as the chain between the clamps bounced, walked carefully down into Bill’s basement playroom. Mark walked behind Teddy, naked except for a leather vest, his cock rock hard, accentuated by the silver cock ring he wore, his wiry, muscly, yoga arms out making sure Teddy didn’t fall. He guided Teddy to a corner of the room, where there was a shower, big old claw-foot bathtub, and toilet. Daddy Bill called it the enema station, but Teddy knew it was also a place where both men delighted in humiliating him, showing him he had no privacy or control of his own hole. Matty watched the show bound and gagged too, his ankles and wrists attached to the spreader bar by a pair of padded cuffs. Matty’s back was striped, having been given 50 stripes from an nylon whip about 20 minutes prior. His cock had also been shot full of his first dose of trimex, and his balls were tightly bound with a piece of rawhide that wrapped up and around his cock, the black leather showcasing the red stripes on his darkish blue-black cock and balls. Bill had whipped his cock and balls hard, and his cock pulsed and ached in memory of how hard he had screamed as Bill tested Matty’s limits as a painpig. Matty also had a fresh load of chempiss plugging his hole, and he was learning what it was to get high on coke chempiss when your eyes were already black from an enormous booty bump of Tina that was delivered by an enormous muscle hand inside your ass. Daddy Bill stood in front of Teddy. He leaned down and nibbled on a welt that ran across Teddy’s taunt, hard, little pecs. Teddy hissed, and Mark laughed and licked the stripe. Bill reached up and removed Teddy’s gag, smothering Teddy’s beautiful full pink lips with his own huge mouth. “My fist is gonna make you scream tonight,” he said seriously, “Scream in pain and in pleasure.” Teddy groaned and Bill slapped him hard, “What do you say when one of your daddy’s offers to hurt you, baby boy,” “Thank you, Daddy,” Teddy breathed.” “That’s more like it,” Bill said, “Now get over this toilet and we’re going to get that chempiss out of you.” Daddy Mark, his hard cock jutting out swollen with from desire walked over to Matty. Reaching down, he twisted Matty’s nipples before removing his gag. “Daddy Bill says you got a sweet mouth, kid,” Mark said, “Show my hard cock what you can do.” Matty settled in, sucking Mark’s cock with gusto, while Mark slapped his head and twisted his nipples. The abuse only made him suck more enthusiastically, feeling Mark’s thickness increase in his mouth. There hadn’t been a lot of fluid left in Teddy’s ass, after riding 20 minutes, plugged and bound in the backseat of their big BMW X7. Daddy Mark always complained the car was too big, much preferring to drive the bright blue M4 coupe he had bought Teddy for his 30th birthday: parking the big SUV around town was a bitch. But the bigger car had real third row seat, the buttery leather upholstery covered with a vinyl cover. Hidden by the dark glass of the back windows, it was a discrete way for a respected partner at a major law firm to transport his naked and bound boy, the boy himself a rising member of the local LGBTQ mental-health community. Neither of whom should be seen accidentally in this position. Teddy wasn’t ashamed of his kinks, at least not any more, his colleagues and friends knew he was the submissive in a triangle with two men. But some things were better left unseen. Besides, Teddy’s relationship to his body was still a work in progress, a hangover from the shame his hyper-Christian parents had instilled in him. The first time Daddy Mark fisted him deep it had begun to change his relationship to his body. Acknowledging freely his interest in being used so deeply by other men set him on the path where he no longer felt a twinge of shame or nervousness walking into a gay bar or club shirtless, red-trimmed collar blaring his love of fisting, his bound arms and leash connecting to a leash fasted in the belt loop of one or the other of the hot daddies who fisted him regularly. Having spent most of his life dancing on stages in tight clothing, often shirtless, Matty didn’t share Teddy’s issues with body image. However, Mark was discovering Matty didn’t take to his role as a piss-drinker naturally. Matty had tried hard, but the taste just kept making him gag, no matter how hard he tried. It was clear Matty was turned on by the idea, but there was some deeper [banned word] he couldn’t quite break through. So Mark had finally released the kid from the spreader bar and affixed a urinal gag, denying himself the pleasure of seeing Matty’s beautiful lips suckle on his cock. After he finished, Mark was careful to praise him for doing a good job. He was much younger and less experienced than Teddy, he kept reminding himself, and needed to be brought along carefully. “Come, crawl along beside me,” Mark said to Matty, “practice makes perfect.” Matty gagged and choked a bit when Daddy Bill, his cock still slick from despositing a load of seed up Teddy’s butt, released a heavy potent stream into the urinal, some of it splashing up and burning his eyes. As he swallowed all that piss down, Mark reached down and slipped his fist inside, depositing a big booty bump. “Take Teddy’s boy piss, too,” Mark directed, “Let that Tina wam up your hole and get you ready for your deep training.” Matty took Teddy’s piss load, potent from not being allowed to release his bladder through several hours of torture, like a champ. Matty was also opening up like a champ, Mark thought, threading the second of the big ridges of the Manrammer up into his increasingly stretched hole, admiring the way the rock hard melons of his ass looked with the obscenely large tool sticking out. He was on his back and blindfolded—he was convinced that to get a boy to take his hole deep it was better if they didn’t actually see certain big toys until they’d taken them once—and Daddy Bill held the boys legs back for Mark to work. The kid was moaning and groaning, “Please fuck me deep, Daddy Mark,”. the kid panted, “Take my ass please. Daddy Bill’s been teasing me deep inside all night, I need you in me bad.” “Give him a little top up, please Bill,” Mark murmured, “Kid’s gonna need to want this final stretch.” Bill dipped his finger in the lube, then coated it with Tina powder, rolling his finger in one of the larger lines laid out on a special plate. They were always careful to keep the Tina for booty bumps separate from that used for snorted lines. He slipped his finger in the boys hole, trying to coat the big dildo as much as possible so it would pull the Tina deeper in to Matty’s hole. Mission accomplished—Matty started squirming, the heat in his hole increasing and his begging more urgent—Bill climbed up in the bed. “Take four big hits of those poppers, baby boy,” he directed, “Then get ready to worship my muscle ass.” As Matty finished up the poppers Bill climbed and lowered his asshole directly over Matty’s questing tongue. Grabbing the spreader bar and pulling it way back, Bill and Matty settled into an obscene balance. Seeing that everyone was settled and that Matty’s lips were fully engaged in worshipping Bill’s asshole, Daddy Mark began to push. All three plugs began to enter the boy, the first one moving deeper into his inner chamber, the second, larger one starting to enter behind that, and the great big one began to stretch his outer hole wide. Mark got Matty to the widest part and he stopped. “Feel me stretching all your hole was once, boy,” Mark said. Matty groaned, “Yes Daddy,” the words muffled by Bill’s enormous muscle ass. As Bill reached down and squeezed his bound balls hard, Mark pushed the toy home. Matty screamed as the huge toys stretched and settled deep inside. Bill was glad he’d moved to the side right at the last minute, both so he could enjoy the look on Matty’s face as he received his first deep fuck but also he’d been afraid Matty might bite him. Matty looked almost as beautiful as he had when he took Bill’s big hand. He had a big smile on his face, “Fuuuuuck Daddy Mark,” he breathed, “God that feels good.” Mark ripped his blindfold off and kissed Matty hard, holding the big dildo steady. Leaning back, he gave Bill a quick nod. Bill reached up and delivered one of his back-and-forth slaps that turned the kid on. At the same time, he grabbed the boys balls and gave a ball-crushing sleeve. As Matt screamed out, Mark pushed the remaining inch of the toy home taking Matty even deeper. Matty was on another planet, his body overwhelmed from the abuse everywhere. He felt the dildo go places no one had ever taken him. He jerked and gave little cries for nearly a minute, then as he settled down a feeling of intense euphoria overwhelmed him. He brought his hands up to his nipples and began to play, rounding his hips as if to take the toy deeper. “It’s called a manrammer, boy,” Mark said, “But once inside your hole we call it a pussymaker, because one I use it on a boy hole it’s a deep needy pussy forever.” Mark grabbed the toys handle and began to slowly move the toy around, creating space for hands and fists all up and down Matty’s colon. On the bed, Bill, so turned on by seeing Matty suffer and take the toy, had his rock hard cock down Matty’s throat. As Matty spluttered and gagged from the sudden face fuck, he struggled a bit to keep everything going at once. Mark stopped moving the toy for a second and dipped his finger in the lube and then added a line. He delivered this quickly and efficiently to Matty’s hole and then quickly repeated this, gave him another big line up his hole. He heard Matty groan from the burn, muffled and garguling around Bill’s enormous cock relentlessly fucking Matty’s mouth hole. “You’ll thank me for those bumps later, boy,” Mark said quietly, as much much to himself as anyone. “I’m gonna be using this big toy on your hole for hours,” he promised, as Bill began yelling and shooting ropes of cum down Matty’s throat. Still talking to himself, his voice all but drowned out by the sound of Bill orgasming and Matty choking around the big cock, Mark began slowly fucking Matty’s hole with the giant dildo. “Wanna get you open and tender, no better tool than this, three big plugs fucking your holes all at once,” he promised, glancing over at the leather duffel he had carried in and thinking of the full-length ribbed rubber glove waiting inside like a black snake. Pulling the toy out until all of Matty’s holes were held open wide, Mark softly said, “Gonna stretch you so I can hurt you and give you your first comet ride,”. And he pushed the big toy back in with a more force, Matty groaning and begging for more.

Oh, my! Thank you for this delightfully literate thread! It's downright poetic.

I was informed in 95 I was positive and it progressed to full blow AIDS by 2000. I was fortunate to have my disability approved almost immediately, I have great doctors and I take the medicine as prescribed. Sometimes I feel like I am on a doctor "merry go round" it seems like I have either labs or a specialist for this ailment or that. However, I am in no way complaining. For guys who have no insurance they are on ADAP (Aids Drug Assistance Program) and the county I live in has a high percentage of infected individuals. Those guys (not yet on disability, but still sick, have to see the doctor four times a year. I see my infectious disease specialist twice yearly and he writes 6 refills on all my meds. I have heard sadly that in the US they have made the criteria tougher to get on Medicare/Medicaid/SSD and SSI. One guy I know had to hire an independent attorney to fight with the Social Security Administration, and he had to stop working for almost two years to prove he really needed the help to qualify for assistance. Requirements have changed dramatically for guys, it's not like 25 years ago where it was considered a death sentence. I know I have been fortunate that despite not being from a "hot spot" for HIV I still managed to get excellent care and found an Infectious Disease Specialist who was young and interested in helping his patients. I was in my early 30s when I found out, but I do remember many guys my age or even younger who didn't get the proper care right away and ended up passing away. I always encourage people to know their status because as soon as you jump on the situation the better chance you have of surviving.

Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Tyler or Slut or Faggot or whatever u want FAGGOT, BILLY Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 347-915-4018 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): New York City 11226 Times you're generally not available: SERIOUSLY ALWAYS AVAILABLE...ill strip buck naked and on all fours on my back anywhere Age: Height: 5'6'' Weight: 140 bs Ethnicity: White(TRASH)

Agree with mblad. It's not the son's business you're fucking the dad, it's not the dad's business you fucked with his son. They're entitled to a degree of privacy.

That’s why I always bring my own lube when getting my ass used... just in case the top decides to wrap-up... my solution isn’t condom friendly. Never had a top not finish the deed. 😉

4. I lifted my head up a bit to see what was happening. Crystal-dazed, it took Eli a moment to realize it was his turn. He leaned up in the bed and grabbed a towel to wipe off his hands. He took the glass pipe off the bedtable, examined it closely, and then frowned. "Needs more," he said, and grabbed one of the bags of tina. He carefully stuck the stem of the pipe into the bag, scooped up some of the crystals and tapped them into the bowl of the pipe. He repeated these actions several times, finally filling the bowl of the pipe with the tina. Eventually he was happy, and put the bag back on the bed table. Eli swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and grabbed the torch. I watched as he melted the crystals. I wondered what he was thinking. Javi was dividing his attention between Eli and the TV screen. On screen, I knew that the scene had shifted, and the bottom was now getting fucked by one of the tops. Javi was clearly getting inspired by the porn, and got on the bed, kneeling down between my legs. He spread them wide, exposing my hole to the cool air. "Want a hit?" Eli asked Javi, indicating the crystal-filled pipe. Javi nodded, and Eli handed him the pipe and torch. Javi did a hit, and held it as he returned the tools of the trade to Eli. "Fuck," Javi said, exhaling a thick cloud that fell slowlyto the ground. "Good shit, isn't it?" Eli said. "Our friend Matt here doesn't skimp." He was standing in front of me, his cock hanging heavy in front of my face. I knew it would be just minutes until my mouth was stretched wide around it. "Your turn, Matt." He bent over me, and stuck the stem of the pipe in my mouth. "Suck on this glass cock, and then I'll feed you a real cock," he said, as he held the torch under the pipe. "And none of those pussy hits you've been doing." I sucked on the pipe. Eli had loaded the pipe up well, and it was easy to fill my lungs with the cloud. After draining the bowl a few times, I nodded, but he just smiled and said, "Three more, Matt. And then hold it for me." I did as I was told, inhaling deeply from the pipe three more times, before mercifully, Eli pulled it away from me. My lungs were full. "My turn," he said. He turned around, facing the TV, letting me get a good view of his butt. It was just as muscular as the rest of him, a perfect sculpture carved out of dark ebony. "Blow it up my hole, Matt," he said. I lowered my head, pressing my face into his crack. He assisted by taking a short step back, which pushed his ass right into my face. His butt was just as muscular as it looked, and I had to grab it with my hands to separate the meaty cheeks. Nestled between the cheeks, surrounded by a spray of hair, was his hole. I started to lick around his hole, tasting the last bit of soap from his shower and some sweat. "Fuck yeah," Eli said, as my tongue flicked across his hole. He lit up the torch. "This is the life. Getting my ass kissed by a white gym rat and partying with my bro, Javi." Javier laughed, and I felt him spread my legs further apart, exposing my vulnerable hole to him. "Feel free to blow it up there, Matt," Eli said, as he flicked the torch and started to suck on the pipe. I exhaled, trying to get the smoke into Eli's hole. I did an only adequate job of blowing it up Eli's hole, but as the last of the cloud escaped my lungs, Javier grunted in approval. "Finally, Matt. You did a real man's hit." It didn't take long for that fresh hit of crystal to hit me. It made me feel good. It felt right to be on my back in my own bed, my face deep in Eli's ass and my tongue probing and penetrating his ass. He was forcing his ass against me, getting my tongue even deeper in his hole. I didn't care what this looked like any more. All I wanted was to make him feel good, feel like a man, and if that required me licking his butt, I was more than happy to do it. I could only imagine what his life in prison was like. These pleasures seemed like a small reward for the time he had spent behind bars. It wasn't even a reward, strictly speaking. I knew in my heart that these things: drugs, sex, my submission, were things Eli deserved. He deserved for me to be licking his ass, for me to be making him feel so good, and for me to be getting his cock hard. Eventually, I'd let him penetrate me, first my mouth and then my ass. He'd and use me for his pleasure, and no matter how aggressive or forceful he was, I'd take it. He knew that. Javi knew that. They knew it was my role for the day, to be something the two men used for their pleasure. As I rimmed Eli, he did another hit off the pipe. I wondered how much he had been able to party while in prison. As well, I wondered how much a guy of his size would need to get a good tweak going. I didn't really care; I knew if I ran out of tina, more was just a simple phone call away. I'd buy as much as he wanted. I wanted him to be as high as he wanted. When he exahled the hit, he relaxed a bit, lowering his ass a bit further onto my face. I responded by forcing my tongue deeper into his hole. I was enjoying this. I knew that each minute my tongue was up his ass was a minute where his cock wasn't stretching out my throat. But, as intimate and close as the rimjob was, I knew I'd eventually have to take his cock, anyway he wanted to give it to me. "Ready for the real thing, Matt?" Eli finally said. He stepped back, and turned around. His cock was hard now. It was big enough that even hard, it couldn't stand up straight, but hung down, the fat head just barely touching my lips. "Time for you to swallow it all." I opened my mouth wide, preparing myself for him to enter. "Think he can take it all?" Javi asked. "I know he will. He doesn't have a choice." Eli leaned in just a hair, but more than enough to steer his cockhead into my mouth. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum at the tip. I licked it up eagerly. His shaft was still wet from the lube. I didn't mind it at all, since I knew the lube would make it that much easier for him to slide into my throat. "You'll want this," Javi said, and pressed the poppers into my hand. Eli pulled his cock back just enough for me to do a hit. I inhaled deeply, I needed all the help I could just to take Eli's cock. "That's an ok start," Javi continued. I did another deep hit, then handed the bottle back to Javi. "Give it to Eli," Javi said, refusing the bottle. Reluctantly, I reached up and handed the poppers to Eli. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be doing them while I was still getting used to his cock in my mouth. But Javi's tone made it clear I had no choice. "Right on," Eli said. "Let's get this started." He leaned in again, his cockhead brushing up against my lips. I opened my mouth, and his dick entered me. Even though I had been on my knees worhsipping him earlier in the morning, this was the first time all over again. It wasn't so much the physical challenges of Eli's thick cock in my mouth, but the mental effort required to understand my new position and my new role. I had a black man's cock in my mouth. A huge black cock, and I was hardly fighting it as it pentrated deeper; Eli didn't wait to press up against the back of my throat. I gave up the last resistance to penetration; I found myself craning my neck to get another millimeter or two of Eli's shaft inside of me. "Hungry, aren't you?" Eli asked me. He did another hit from the poppers. "Ready for more?" he asked me. He was asking me if he could push past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I could tell this was transitioning from a blow job to a face fuck, and I found myself wanting that change. I wanted to make Eli happy. Allowing him unfettered access to my throat was the smallest thing I could do. I nodded, and Eli pushed his hips forward. I swallowed slightly, and his beer-can cock entered my throat. Immediately, I was choking, my gag reflex kicking in hard as his massive tool blocked my throat. "Just relax, Matt" Eli said. "Your throat feels fucking awesome." I concentrated on his cock, forcing my rising panic to subside. It wasn't easy, but the initial terror passed, and I began to feel a faint glimmer of pleasure in his thick hardness dominating my body. As Eli forced another inch of his cock into my mouth, he ran a finger down my cheek and along my throat. "Fuck Eli, you can see his throat stretch," Javi said. His hand still on my throat, Eli traced out the bulge from where his pole was. His casual touch me feel very small. I was turning into little more than a hole Eli was using. I wondered if he would have been just as happy with a sex doll. But even if I was his first available hole, he had still picked me. His cock was in my throat, he was hard as a rock, and it was my body he was using to get off. "Like that, huh," Eli said. Javi batted my cock, which, despite the tina, had started to get hard. I realized I liked this role, a plaything for these hot black and latino men. "Want more?" Eli asked. Without thinking, I nodded yes. I wanted all of Eli's cock inside me, even if I was going to have to fight against my own gag reflex. "Right on," Eli said, and another inch of his shaft slid in. My throat was stretched wide, and now, I couldn't even breath. But it didn't matter. What mattered was this dominant black man getting his cock serviced. And for me to do it without complaining. Another inch of dark meat slid into me and I repeated the now familiar process of fighting back the urge to gag. "Almost there," Eli said. "Just another bit, and you'll have swallowed the whole thing." He did another hit of poppers. I badly wanted one as well, but my position made inhaling from the bottle impossible: Eli's balls were slapping against my nose, and my mouth was filled with his cock. In a slow, relentless grind, he pressed the last of his dick into me. His thick pubic hair was on my chin, his balls now resting against my nose, and his cockhead felt like it was right in my stomach. "I didn't think he could do it," Javi said. He had stopped playing with my cock, and was now starting to finger my hole. It wasn't going to be long before my other hole was going to be penetrated and filled. "I knew he could," Eli said. As they nonchalantly talked about me, all I could think of was getting this thing, this beast, out of my throat and getting some fresh air. I did my best to relax, to gently nurse Eli's cock, and let him know I was here for whatever he wanted, no matter how it made me feel. "Need some air, Matt?" Eli asked, noticing my discomfort. I nodded eagerly. It seemed like years since I had last had a breath. "And I bet you need another hit off the pipe as well," he continued as he started to pull his cock out of my mouth. The entry had been difficult, but it was easy compared to him pulling out. I could feel each inch of his cockhead as it rubbed against my throat. The flare on his head acted like a squeegee, wiping up any saliva that might have lubricated its passage. This blow job was only going to get worse from here on out. When it was just Eli's cockhead in my mouth, I could finally breathe. I inhaled deep breaths through my nose and I opened up my mouth as wide as I could. He pulled the last of his cock out. My throat had managed to get him a little harder; his shaft was now sticking out straight in front of him, not hanging down as before. "Nice job Matt. Get me hard, and there weren't any accidents with your teeth," Eli said. It was a bit sad that his small compliment made me happier than I had been the entire morning. "Want the pipe?" Javier asked Eli, leaning over to grab it off the bedtable. "Sure. And I bet you're up for a hit as well?" "Right on," Javier said. I leaned up enough to see him starting to heat up the bowl. "I'm itching to get inside him," he said. As the white fog began to escape from the top of the pipe, I knew he was talking about my ass. Strangely, I was looking forward to these men penetrating me. I was in an exceptionally good mood and felt open to just about anything. "Perfect bro," Eli said. "You've done a great job of opening him up for me." Javier finished sucking on the pipe, and handed it to me. It was still hot and smoking, so I took a few puffs before the bowl cooled down. "That's not a hit, Matt," Eli said. I exhaled; it seemed like a decent sized hit to me. But Javier just shook his head as he exhaled: the smoke surrounded his head completely. "Let's try this again," Javier said. As he spoke, he grabbed my legs, rolling me up a bit. He leaned in, and buried his face in my ass. His tongue flicked across my hole, teasing me and opening me up. "Fuck, that's good," he said slightly muffled, his head buried in my crack. I examined the pipe. There was still a big pool of crystal, so I lit the torch, melted it, and took a long hit. As I sucked on the pipe, Javier's tongue explored more of my hole and got ever deeper inside me. I squirmed a bit, trying to get more of Javi's tongue in my hole, while trying to manage the smoking glass cock and torch. "Whoa there, cowboy," Eli said. He put a hand on my shoulder, and pressed down to keep me in place. "You're gonna get more dick than you can handle soon enough. Just relax for now." Unable to get any more of the crystal, I let the torch go out, and passed the pipe to Eli. "Hold it," Eli said, as he sucked on the last bit from my hit. "And open your mouth for me." My lungs were full of smoke, but I was able to open my mouth enough for Eli's cockhead to slide in. He exhaled, then immediately did another hit. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded and he pressed his cock into my mouth. The head first pressed against the back of my throat, then slid all the way in. This time I didn't gag. The tina had finally overwhelmed my desires and all I wanted were both of these men inside me. I was enjoying Javi rimming me, but now I wanted his cock. I knew it would be so easy and quick for him to enter me: slide a condom over his cock, smear a bit of lube, and he'd be in deep before I realized it. And I wanted all of Eli's cock back in my throat. I knew I'd have a wicked sore throat in the morning, but it was something I badly wanted. Tomorrow, I'd endure it as a badge of courage and maybe even find a way to enjoy it. "Slides right in," Eli said. Once more, all I could see were his heavy balls and some of his ass. Even so, I could hear the pleasure in his voice. This was what he wanted: his brain bathed in crystal, his cock hard and buried inside of me, and his friend opening up my ass for his use. "Ready for more?" Javi asked me, taking a brief break from licking my asshole. I immediately knew what he meant, and I knew I was ready for it. More than just ready, I needed it. I needed a hard cock to brutally fuck my hole. "Oh, I'm sure he is," Eli said, answering for me. "But his mouth is full right now. And he can stop holding that hit whenever you're ready. But the longer, the better." Eli pulled his cock out just enough for me to be able to breathe again. I took the opportunity to exhale. I was surprised at the size of the hit; the smoke engulfed my head, and slowly drifted down to the ground. "Not bad, Matt," Eli said, also impressed by the hit I had done. My mouth no longer full, I took the opporunity to speak, "There are condoms in the bedtable," I said. Then Eli stuffed his cock back in my mouth. "Great," Javier said. Before I could say anything else or even get one last breath, Eli pressed his cock back into my throat. This felt amazing; a thick, hard cock in my throat and a warm tongue right against my hole. I forced myself not to gag, thinking about the pleasure Eli must be feeling, being able to dominate me so completely. Unfortunately, Javier stopped licking my ass, which made it harder to ignore Eli's shaft pressing into me, blocking my ability to breathe. Javi pulled open the drawer, and I could hear him looking around in the drawer. "You got any Magnums?" he asked me. "I hate these regular rubbers." Still impaled on Eli's shaft, I couldn't answer him immediately. I heard him rummaging through the drawer, and I wondered what else I had in there. "Just pull out before you cum," Eli said. "Matt'll be cool with that." I heard what Eli said, but it never got through my brain. I had a massive black cock deep in my throat, and my ass was itching. All I could think about was pleasure: my pleasure in getting fucked, Eli and Javier's pleasure in using me. All I wanted was to have fun: to get my face and ass fucked hard, to let these men get off using my body for their pleasure. A condom seemed so unimportant in the moment, compared to the critical pleasures that I needed to give and get. "Yeah," I said, as best I could sucking off Eli. "Just pull out." I doubt they could understand what I was saying. But, it didn't matter. Javier had found something in the drawer. "Is this lube? Or G?" he asked. I knew what it was. It was a small vial of clear liquid hiding in the back of the drawer. I had noticed the G looking for the Viagra, but thought neither of them would be interested in it.