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Part 18 Ryan was jackhammering my hole powerfully and relentlessly, burying his fat hard meat over and over in my guts as deep as he could. His thrusts were so forceful I could barely hold on to my dick to jack it. But that didn't matter. What DID matter was the unimaginable pleasure this young hairy man was making my sore but greedy ass feel each and every time his cock bottomed out in my fuckhole. I don't know how long he had been fucking me like this or how long he'd been fucking me at all. When he first slid his cock into me he had gone slow and easy, allowing us both to enjoy the initial connecting of our bodies. We had made out passionately like two teenagers in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. His muscled hard hairy body had felt so good grinding against my own sweaty hairy body. He kept the dirty sex talk going too to heighten our arousal. “Aw damn, Daddy Justin,” he'd moaned after the first few slow steady strokes. “I can feel all that cum inside your ass lubing up and coating my raw dick. All that cum Drew and then Kevin dumped in you. I'm fucking it deeper into your ass. You like me using their cum to fuck you don't you?” “Oh fuck yes!” I'd answered him. “Fuck their cum deep in me! And make room for your cum man! I want you to add yours to theirs,” I almost pleaded. “You'll get it stud. I promise. I've been wanting to breed you since Kevin and I first met you in the park. Just like I fucked Kevin not long before that. Remember eating my cum out of his ass?” “Hell yeah I do! Tasted so good! I want your cum in my ass just like Kevin got it! Cum in my married fucking ass Ryan and breed me!”, I'd shouted. And now it seemed he was getting close to doing exactly that based on how intensely he was fucking me. I was in a mindfog resulting from a combination of lust, sex and Tina. Nothing else seemed to be important besides Ryan's dick in me and my need for his cum. His was the third dick to fuck me today and his would be the third load of cum to flood my hole. And if all three of these hard-dicked fuckers wanted to go for round two I was more than willing. I suddenly became aware that Ryan was once again fucking me in a slower more sensuous rhythm. I wanted him to cum in me but this slower pace was probably meant to extend our fuck. I opened my eyes to see Ryan just finishing up a hit on the pipe Kevin had offered him. They both noticed me watching them and Kevin asked if I wanted some more fuck smoke. A question all of us knew didn't need to be asked. Kevin climbed up on the table then straddled my waist, kneeling on his knees as he leaned forward and slid the pipe stem between my lips then lit the flame. As I started to inhale I felt Ryan's cock continue prodding my insides with the head of his cock, while at the same time Kevin started talking. “That's it, buddy,” he said looking directly in my eyes. “Keep smoking. You like that smoke and how it makes you feel, I know. We all like the way the fuck smoke makes you feel and willing to have fun with us. It makes you a cock and cum slut just like us. You like being that don't you, Justin?” Kevin asked as I blew out a big cloud. “Mmmmm, yeah. I do. I can't believe how much I want it. Everything,” I finished just as Kevin lit the bowl again and told me to take another, bigger hit. As I readily followed his instructions I felt a hand wrap around my throbbing shaft and start stroking it up and down with what felt like lube. The unseen hand worked my cock as I continued drawing in the fuck smoke and Ryan continued feeding my ass his cock. Could it get any better?, I asked myself. I was about to find out. As I exhaled my second hit and started a third one at Kevin's urging I was only hazily aware that Kevin was repositioning himself, lowering himself until I felt his hairy ass crack make contact with my rigid cock. My eyes widened but I kept inhaling more fuck smoke and heard Kevin say, “You know, buddy, you've fucked Drew and Ryan. I think it's time you fuck me too so I can feel your cheating married daddy dick in my ass and feel it cumming in me. Mixing your cum with Ryan's. You want to fuck me too, Justin?” he asked pulling the pipe from my lips at the same time he slid his ass over my cockhead. I blew out the smoke not bothering to hold it in this time. “Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Your hole is so tight and warm. And wet!” I said loud enough for all of us to hear. “It's wet from all the cum I dumped in him earlier, daddy,” Ryan said looking over Kevin's shoulder as Kevin took the remaining inches of my cock inside his hole. “Just like I'm going to make your hole wetter when I add my cum to Drew's and Kevin's. Fuck him, dude. Fuck him and breed him while I fuck and breed you at the same time!” I knew then that, yes, it definitely could get better! (to be continued)

Chapter 1: The Life of Nine Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?” Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” “No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.” Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs. Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole. When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass. After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon. Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand. Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once. It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming. But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son. Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy. In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot. The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen. In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer. Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media. Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him. He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners. In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success. Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing. Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected. It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it. The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance. By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film. After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod. As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face. “What’s made you so happy?” “I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!” “Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.” “Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.” “Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.” They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning. “But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….” “Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.” “Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful. “Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.” “Do you miss it?” There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one. In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two. Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled. Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage. Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate. But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves. Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

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Curious if any of you have gone and had sex with someone that turned out to be closer to your circle than you thought? An example: I was in LA for work. I flew in the Friday before so I would have the weekend to hang with friends. That Saturday night I was out with a buddy, had a couple drinks and a gummy that got me going. Unlike NYC, LA closes down or starts to around 2am. My friend went home and I back to my hotel. Curiosity had me on grindr before I was out of the elevator. The great thing about traveling is you can have a blank profile (not recommending) and still get a bunch of hits. The algorithm is in your favor. I took a quick shower and made sure I was good...just in case. With no real intention to hook up, some times I just like the attention. One guy, headless torso, was in the hotel across the street from me. In town for work, not single, insists on playing safe "if it gets there." All the things I like to hear. He asked if I wanted to come over. I told him I was already in bed, in my underwear and sent him a photo looking down my body to my briefs and my spread legs as a tease. He messaged back with a dick Pic, asking what I wanted him to do to me. "well, may favorite thing is to beat off while hitting poppers with a guy between my legs teasing my hole with his dick" I fired back. That got me a double fire reaction. "only teasing or can I push in?" "if I take a big hit of poppers and you felt the urge to push the tip in... I wouldn't be mad." "just the tip?" he asked. "well, if you wanted more than the tip you have to wrap it up," I confirmed. "of course, I only play safe" he reminded. "what room are you in?" I was tipsy and still rolling from the gummy (I know I'm a lightweight). My heart started beating fast and I text him my room number. Then I went to my bag to unpack my sex kit to realize it wasn't in my bag. "I don't actually have my stuff, no condoms, poppers or lube" I messaged real quick. "no problem," he said. "on my way." Within minutes he was at my door with a sexy grin because I answered in just my Aero briefs. Not chatting, his hands went to my hips and started kissing me before the door was closed. We stumbled to the queen sized bed and I fell backwards into it, him on top of me, spreading my legs wide as we shuffle to the center of the bed. His clothes flying off quickly, then he yanked my briefs off, tossing them aside and they landed on the weird lamp in the corner of the room. He resumed kissing me for a minute, then reached back for his sweatpants to grab some poppers out of his pocket. It was a new bottle and he managed to rip that seal off with his teeth and then passed them to me for the first hit. It was strong, I just lay there and enjoyed the rush of the new bottle as he positioned himself to close the gap between my ass and his dick. Rubbing the fat, leaking head of his uncut 7.5" rock hard dick up and down my crack, searching for my hole. As soon as he grazed over it I let out a soft moan. "yeah, you like that?" "yeah," I moaned and started stroking my dick. Rocking my hips on his cock as he jerked himself off on my hole. Both of us moaning and enjoying the feeling of each other's sex parts and all of the touching we don't normally do with strangers. Another hit of the poppers and I felt him add spit to his cock and try to push the head in, but I'm too tight and he just keeps teasing. A few minutes later he pushed a pillow under my ass drops down and starts running my hole. I moan softly, running my fingers through my hair, jerking off with the other hand as my ass clenches and relaxes around his tongue as it gets a little deeper with every flex. Fuck it felt good, an expert ass eater. He pops back up and grinds against me, spreading my legs further apart, letting his cock slip into my now wet hole. I quickly took a deep hit, then another of the poppers and passed it to him to inhale. He took a long hit and then passed it back as he added pressure to my hole with his cock head I took another hit and felt the incredible pressure of his head popping into my hole.. I the my head back into the pillow and let out a louder moan, flexing my hole on his cock. He moaned with me and started stroking my cock for me as I enjoyed all the pleasure running through my body all at once. His one hand stroking my dick slowly, the other massaging my thigh and the space between my balls and hole. It felt amazing! As he stroked me he rocked his hips a little, "you like that?" he moaned. I nodded my head and let out a gaging "yeah" and placed my palm on his lower abs to remind him not to push all the way in. We rocked and moaned in pleasure for a few minutes and then he grabbed the poppers and leaned into me, helping me take another hit and not so subtly getting another inch into my tight hole. I took the hit and then the other side, the rush rolling over me like a wave. Both my hands running throb my hair as I enjoyed more of his big dick, sliding in with ease thanks to his precum. "fuck" I breathed out, feeling him spread my legs and deliberately ride that wave with me another inch deeper and then another. "fuck you're tight," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. I smiled in bliss, "fuck dude, that feels so good." I felt him flex his dick inside me, "yeah real fucking good." He learned in, getting even deeper into me as he came in for a passionate kiss and started slowly rocking his hips into me. Moaning with me. My arms around his back pulling him in, I felt so good, the muscles in his back flexed as his hips curled his dick deeper into me. "fuuuck", I moaned, bragging the kiss he went straight to sucking my neck and I moaned. "did you bring the condom?" "I didn't have any," he whispered, still rocking his dick inside me. We both enjoyed a moment of knowing we had two choices, stop our continue. As he continued rocking his hips, deeper and harder with each thrust, his gentle curve hitting that spot inside me. " Can I fuck you raw?" he asked and kissed my neck without skipping a thrust. "You said you don't have anything right?" I wrapped my legs around his taught waist. "yeah," he shifted his weight to shift into a fucking position in the smoothest transition I've ever experienced. "fuck, don't stop", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as he started to fuck me. "you sure?" he asked, full on fucking me now. "fuck yes, this feels so good," I moaned. He kissed me and fucked me firm but sensually, moaning with pleasure. His body in sync with mine, it felt amazing. He put sat up, putting my legs on his sculpted shoulders, he took another hit of poppers and passed them to me, starting to fuck me harder before I even had a chance to take another hit, but I did. He slowed after a minute, deep dicking me, "take another hit." He let my legs drop as I took a hit, he leaned in and I helped him take a hit as he slowly fucked me. I took one more then caped it and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "can I cum in you?" he asked and kissed my neck. I hesitated, thinking I should say no. "you feel so good, don't make me pull out, it won't feel as good," he kissed my neck, thrusting hard and deep into me. I didn't say anything, just enjoying his last few thrusts, "I'm about to nut man," he warned. Thrust, thrust, he lift his head and looked me in the eyes, "I'm going to cum in you" and I saw his face as his orgasm took over, felt his cock swell and spasm as he unloaded inside me. "oh fuuuuck" he grunted as his entire body flexed inside and on me, curling his hips to get his dick as deep as possible while he nut inside me "and then collapsed on me. His sweaty body relaxed on me as he caught his breath and his dick slowly went limp and slid out of me. He rolled off of me with a soft," holy shit that felt good ". Minutes later he got up and quickly dressed. "I'll be in town all week for work if you want another round," he smiled, pulling on his shirt. "I have a busy week, but maybe," I told him. He left and I showered. Sunday was a recovery day, chillen by the pool and jerking off a few times thinking about the night before. Monday came, I went to work and had a few meetings with producers. Then I was introduced to the crew, the audio guy, who's name is Cole, introduced himself to me with a grin. He had every right to grin, he fucked me like a pro Saturday night and blew his load inside me. Now I'm working with him for a week.

Lol. Never been fisted, but I got bred one morning and then had to lift a sofa at work later that day. When I tell you that a river of cum came out of my ass, it’s not an exaggeration. Fortunately my boss was another queer and thought it was hilarious. The whole showroom smelled like spunk for the rest of the day.

I love how innocent you are. It won't, if anything it will make going to the toilet easier. As you stretcher your sphincter to take fists and larger toys, you're stretching the muscle to accommodate it, however as its a ring of muscle it relaxes back into shape once you stop exercising it. So when you're not playing and are not empty your sphincter will relax back towards its usual shape and size and hold everything in, however when it starts getting stimulated again it starts to relax quicker so you can be fucked or fisted without much working up to it.

Editorial Note: What follows is entirely a story of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real or historical figures is pure happenstance. A Fateful Meet-Cute Prince Zaid Rohan Venkata, heir apparent to the throne of the Maharajahs of Alvar, and one of the richest men in India, leaned back on the leather sofa in his top-floor suite barely noticing the spectacular view of Washington through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sighed contentedly and used one hand to push the sweet, sucking mouth of Andy Galvin further down on his thick ten inches. With his other hand he stroked his lightly muscled chest and rubbed the salt-and-pepper fur that ran across his tight six pack, his body gleaming tawny brown in the dim light, his body honed by fencing, intense yoga, polo-riding, and his favorite exercise of all: riding the tight muscle ass of a ginger slut. The Prince had picked the boy up in, of all place, J.R.’s Bar. He hated the bar, with its outdated video loops and pretentious Washington men. His own tastes ran much more to The Eagle or the Green Lantern. But J.R.’s was a great place to pickup hot college boys. He’d noticed the stud immediately, standing with a group of friends, all obviously from his college. He was pretty muscular for a kid that young—a gymnast Zaid would guess. But unlike other gymnasts, who often didn’t have big legs, the little man’s thighs bulged, ending in a spectacular, muscly ass. He was short—probably 5’5”—and he had the milk-and-cream complexion and curly ginger hair that drove Zaid wild. Zaid was standing in the corner of the bar keeping an eye on the boy and his friends. The Prince was dressed with the quiet luxury of the very rich. On top an ivory Brunello Cuccinelli T-shirt rested perfectly tight, showing off his lean torso muscles and the dark fur on his arms, the only visible jewelry being the dark black ceramic Rado watch he wore. The watch’s band was studded evenly with brass studs, the only hint he wore tonight of what direction he liked sex to go. He wore a plain pair of dark blue jeans, custom tailored by his tailor in London, designed so the stitching subtly accented the bulge in his crotch and followed his long legs down to regulation Loro Piano loafers. Zaid could tell the boy was interested. And that meant he was exactly what Zaid was looking for tonight: a hot muscle red head with a daddy fetish. Tiring of the game and ready to get the boy naked and ass up in his suite, Zaid went over to meet the kid. His name was Andy and he had just graduated from Georgetown with a degree in finance. “I was ready to be done and get on with life, man,” Andy said. Keeping his face neutral, Zaid cringed on the inside. That would be the first lesson he’d teach the boy: Prince Zaid was his superior and always addressed as sir, or master, or preferably my lord prince. But he kept the boy talking, knowing it was too early to reveal his wealth and power. Zaid was fucking Andy’s throat hard, looking out the window and vaguely seeing the beautiful lights of the city. The kid was a good cocksucker, but Zaid’s ten inches were taxing his skills. Zaid loved the way the kids throat bulged as he gurgled and stuttered around the thick cock invading him. Zaid looked down, taking in how beautiful the boys pink lips looked stretched around his big tawny brown cock. Admiring yet again the boy’s bulging shoulder muscles, and the deep crease in his perfect back, he glanced back at the upturned muscle ass, perfectly accentuated by the bright red jockstrap he wore. It had been that jockstrap that sealed the deal. And the kid didn’t know it yet, but that jockstrap and what it represented was probably going to alter his life forever, introducing him to a world where his public life would be resplendent with the ease of effortless luxury, his needs catered to by an army of servants, but his private life would be one of groveling sexual servitude, kneeling always before the big cock and being a slave to its wants with all his body and soul. Prince Zaid had discovered the red jockstrap after he’d gotten the kid away from his friends. He had taken him to a discrete corner of the upstairs balcony, and they had started making out, the boys cock rock hard against Zaid’s thigh as he kissed him. Once it was beyond clear the college boy was into a man slightly more than twice his age, Zaid had felt inside the back of the boys jeans, wanting to feel the flesh of the hard muscle ass, the boy cooing a bit as he felt up Zaid’s big cock with his smaller palm. “Is that a jockstrap, boy?” Zaid had queried. Blushing, Andy looked sheepish, and said, “I wasn’t going to stay here all night. My real plan was to hit the Green Lantern later.” Now Zaid was really interested. “Turn around and let me see it,” he said, effortlessly spinning the boy around and pulling the back of his jeans out and down slightly. Leaning forward and pulling the boy’s hot body against his torso, Zaid growled in his ear, “Red heads aren’t supposed to wear red and gay boys shouldn’t wear red to a fetish bar unless they know what it means.” Turning to face Zaid, his crystal clear blue eyes gazing directly into the taller man’s golden hazel ones, Andy said clearly and firmly, “I know what it means, sir.” After he came down the boy’s amazing throat, Zaid returned to the sofa, where he was now sipping on a crystal tumbler of scotch. Between his legs Andy nursed and suckled on his still half-hard cock. Andy kept his back perfectly arched and his ass high and it looked for all the world like he was doing his favorite thing in the world. Zaid decided to test the boy and released a mouthful of piss into Andy’s mouth. The kid's eyes flew open and he swallowed and moaned, looking up the whole time at Zaid. And so Zaid fed him the entire contents of his bladder, Andy eagerly swallowing without losing a drop. Between the perfect position of Andy’s body and the way he drank Zaid’s piss, Zaid knew the boy had received some training in the rules of gay fetish. But there was an important point Andy wasn’t aware of yet: all the next week, Andy would be uncovering fetishes and discovering needs he didn’t know he had with the help of the dominant prince he was now serving. The minute Zaid saw the red jockstrap on Andy’s muscle ass the Prince’s plans for the next week changed. Zaid had gone out looking for a relatively straightforward hookup, preferably with a young blonde or ginger and ideally one who didn’t mind if things got a little rough. But the fact that the kid was into fisting moved Andy into a whole new category: Prince Zaid was seeking a new full-time boy. It had been 5 years since Zaid had moved Jake from the penthouse in New Delhi where his current boy always lived and into Jake’s own luxury penthouse in Berlin. The entire time Jake had been his boy he had used his marketing skills for one of the prince’s families hotel brands. Now that he had five years of marketing experience to top-off the marketing degree from Princeton he had just earned when Zaid drew him into his orbit, he was ready for a junior leadership role. But Jake had wanted the Prince to love him, and had grown bitter and resentful when the Prince refused Jake. And so when his five-year contract ended, he had not renewed and had wanted to move to Berlin because it was the world capital of sleazy sex. Zaid was still close with both of his previous boys, and both benefited from the complex interplay of business interests that Zaid ran on behalf of his family. And after Andy was tested in the next week, Andy might very well be putting his prestigious business degree to work in the financial interests of the Prince of India he worshiped privately at home. Zaid was now busy strapping Andy’s ass. He admired the perfect red stripes against the cream-colored skin and the way his gorgeous ass muscles clenched with every hit. He really hadn’t intended to do this here in the hotel. He’d moved Andy to the smallest internal room of the suite—some sort of small sitting room—and closed all of the doors, turned the aircon on with the fan running, and made sure soft music was playing in the lounge—he didn’t want anyone to come question the sounds a hot little stud made when getting his ass strapped. First, the strap itself was noisy, making a big slap as the wide, heavy leather hit the hard, muscular ass. Second, even young men who had clearly had some physical discipline like this before involuntarily made noise. Zaid Rohan had pulled the strap he was using currently—and the big ball gag with its thick leather cover completely obscuring Andy’s lips and audible cries—from his traveling bag of tricks. He really had intended to just keep to increasingly hard but relatively vanilla sex. But the way the boy had looked at the prince while drinking his big piss load had really turned the prince on. And after seeing how red his very hard spanking of the boy—and how quickly Andy’s ass had started meeting the blows—he needed to at least give the boy one strapping. He’d given the boy a small bump off Tina—Andy had just smiled dreamily and nodded when the Prince showed up what he wanted to put up his hole—to get the inside of his ass buzzing to match the outside. And so here he was, admiring the gorgeous ass as he striped it red. He paused, and reached out to lightly squeeze the boys big balls firmly, the boy groaning and deepening the arch of his back as the prince squeezed. He’d tied the boys oversized balls—Andy’s little height supported 8 inches of thick uncut meat with balls to match—up tight, pulling them back through his legs and connecting the long rawhide tie to one of the gromets on the boy’s collar along the line in his magnificent back. Every time he received a stroke from the strap, the movement he made pulled and squeezed his balls, but the tension also reminded him to keep the position, because a deep arch in his back was the only way he could get any relief from the constant ache of pressure on his balls. Still squeezing, Prince Zaid leaned down and spoke in the boys’ ear. “Like that sting, do you you, you little pain slut?” he said in a low voice. Knowing by now the strictness of the man and his rules, Andy immediately struggled to mouth “Thwank you sir, yews, sir” around the gag. “Just 20 more to go, you hot little slut, just 20 more.” As Andy squared his shoulders and arched his ass, Prince Zaid silently thanked whoever had been giving the boy some training. Prince Zaid was only giving the boy 60 straps now, but he knew that after just a month in his household, the boy would be taking just that many before breakfast. He smiled. Any BDSM training at all allowed him to go that much deeper into the boy’s darkest places when they went to his Aspen estate for the week. Prince Zaid and his family owned many homes and apartments all over the world. The Prince was heir to a ceremonial title and a vast fortune. He was married to a gorgeous woman from an Indian family almost as old and as a rich as his own, and together they had three beautiful children. And while both Zaid and his wife were gay, no one in the world who knew them really suspected it. He doubted even their parents did, although one never knew. His wife had a long-time private secretary who was actually her lover. And Zaid had conquests and leather friends of all sizes, shapes, and colors scattered around the world. But the leather people all knew him as the mysterious and wealthy businessman Mr Rohan, for discretion was essential for people in his family’s position, India was still a pretty conservative place. In addition to all this Zaid also generally had an owned boy, a sexual servant-slave. If Andy agreed—and from his reactions to the way things were going the prince was pretty sure he would—then Andrew would be Prince Zaid’s third owned boy over the last 20 or so years. The Prince’s last boy, Jake, was smallish, around 5’7”, with golden red-blonde hair and light tawny skin that was a warm color, and unusually for a redhead, turned golden tan after just a little time in the sun. He had been a wrestler at Princeton, before serving Zaid for 5 years, so his body was similar to Andy’s. The first boy had been Benjamin, the princes servant-slave for nearly 12 years. Benjamin was around 5’8” and had been a swimmer at Yale. His coloring was precisely that of Andy—cream skin and classic red hair—but he’d been much leaner than the other boys when he first came to live under the prince’s command. But by the end of those years, as Prince Zaid’s attraction to muscles grew, so did Benjamin’s muscles. He was now in his mid 40s, and a big jacked muscle daddy bottom. Like all the prince’s boys he had left the relationship with a solid personal fortune, a multimillion dollar apartment, and business contacts around the globe. He currently lived, with his new lover and master, in the Aspen estate’s four bedroom gate house. He was living off the proceeds of the sale of the global accounting firm he’d founded. He now managed the prince's estate while he decided what to do next. Andy was kneeling in the huge shower in the suites’ bathroom. He’d been taught a different position, with his muscle chest down low the floor, his back more flat, his muscle ass up. He still wore a collar but the tie around his cock and balls was gone. Andy grimaced slightly at the memory of the pain in his balls as the binding was removed. His weight rested on his big shoulders and his hands held his ass open. Prince Zaid was standing to his side, naked except for a cock ring that emphasized the thickness and length of his gorgeous cock. Prince Zaid speared the boys insides with a thin flexible black tube. “Let the water flow inside you, slut,” Zaid commanded quietly, using the portable shower shot—with the water pressure set to slow stream—to spear inside the boys guts. Andy felt the by-now familiar pressure build slowly, this third time even deeper inside him than the previous two. When he’d been done receiving the final 20 straps, the last five so hard and so fast he was literally screaming and crying by the end, his mouth muffled by the huge plug, the prince had held him close and praised him for doing well, his hard cock jutting into Andy’s abs. Andy had relished in the praise and moment of gentleness, melting into the hot daddies embrace. After about ten minutes of cuddling on the bed, the prince had turned Andy’s face towards him. “I am going to fuck your ass, slut,” the prince commented, “Fuck you like no one has before.” Then he whispered in Andy’s ear “I know you enjoyed that Tina, boy, so I am going to give you a little bit more up your ass. It will sting mud more this but make your ass feel warm and good in just a few seconds.” Andy had nodded and then gasped sharply as he felt a sting, as the prince pushed a small line’s worth quickly in the boys hole. Zaid speared the tube deeper into Andy’s hole. This was Andy's fifth and final enema tonight, and Zaid was much deeper than he usually went with a relative beginner. He had planned to give the kid two, more than sufficient to mildly humiliate him while make that he really was truly clean. But then Andy had questioned Prince Zaid by assuring him that he was, in fact, already clean and didn’t need an enema. Zaid had slapped the boy hard across the face, his eyes cruel, and said “Impertinence! You do not question my commands, slut.” Andy looked terrified, as Zaid quickly snapped the ball gag into place. Zaid roughly bent the boy, and spread out his legs, and told him to grab the chair in front of him. Zaid then delivered five sharp cracks of the cane to the little muscle ass, Andy crying out after each one. “You will receive additional punishment for this,” Zaid assured Andy in a dark voice, as he forced the boys creamy hairless torso up against his darker, furry one, drying Andy’s tears with his kisses. And so punish Andy again the Prince did. He had given the boy the tina dose mainly to make it easier for him to learn to enjoy taking enemas that were probably going to get deeper than he had ever gotten on his own. But instead the prince had gone hard, giving him three additional enemas as punishment, telling him so and making the boy thank him for the punishment each time. And each time he pushed the hose in deeper and made Andy hold more water. But by the final one he could see the Tina was working, uncovering for the boy the ways that this stretching was like stretching with cocks and toys and fist, but different too. He left the hose in the boy—his asshole was tight around it, and as the boys guts filled with water, The Prince asked him, “Do you understand why you had to be punished? You weren’t as clean as you promised, slut.” Andy looked stricken, ashamed at his inexperience and naive to the fact that most of the dirty water had come out only during a deeper phase of the cleaning. “I am sorry, sir.” “Take four big sniffs of theses slut,” the prince commanded, and watched silently as the boy did four big hits of poppers, the high of the poppers would help his ass relax and take more water. A minute or three later as he saw the boy’s expression change, as coming off the high and he realized his guts were stretched around the most water he’d ever taken, the prince stopped the flow and started sliding the tube out. He slid a small blue orb buttpig into the boy, sealing the water in. He so wished he could use his fingers to start playing with the boys hole, dissolving small shards of Tina and making the water shift around to distribute it deep inside him. But he wouldn’t—not yet, anway. Andy had to be basically sober when he made the declaration on video that he not high and not being coerced into boarding the plane to Aspen. The prince had a legacy and empire to protect, and had to be extra cautious about flying boys to his private estate and using them for days. Benjamin, Prince Zaid’s first boy, now 45, stood at a doorway in the basement of the big house on the private estate outside of Aspen. So, he thought, my lord prince finally has a boy he wants to test. He had been 25 when he met an incredibly magnetic and handsome man named Rohan at a party in Manhattan. Rohan was 37 then, the twelves years seeming to make the man so much more mature and wise than he could ever be. He and Rohan had started dating after that party, and Benji didn’t ask a lot of questions. Rohan was smart and wealthy and glamorous and they went and did glamorous things and ate glamorous food. After a few weeks, they began to have the most intense, mind-blowingly amazing sex of Benji’s young life. At 24 Benji was no virgin, but he’d only had sex with an older guy a few times. There was something about the way Rohan treated him, commanding him in bed and moving him around, that he found liberating and exciting. It freed him of his sense of always needing to push and be a leader. Benjamin smiled, opening the door to the dungeon to make sure everything was in order and that the fridges scattered across the big complex of rooms were stocked with beer, water, Gatorade, fresh fruit, youghurt and protein drinks, remembering the thrill he had felt when his lord Prince Zaid had shown 24-year old Benji, the dungeon hidden behind a soundproof door through the vast walk in closet of the bedroom in the Manhattan penthouse. Benji had been wearing a collar and cuffs for only the second time, and he was a little wobbly from having had his ass freshly and intensity fucked by a large dildo and Rohan’s thick ten-inch cock. Rohan had led him around the room, briefly describing the areas of the dungeon, that version far smaller and less scarier to the uninitiated than the one behind the door Benjamin pushed open. But he knew that his lord prince would eventually say to the boy Andy, something very close to what he had asked Benji all those years ago, “Come and explore all this with me, beautiful little man, let’s take a journey together.” And Benjamin also knew that the second Andy said yes, Rohan the wealthy businessman would become Andy’s lord Prince Zaid, and Andy, the boy, was on his way to becoming Andrew, the man.

This happened to me last week. I was walking past a well known cottage, I needed a piss anyway so popped in. The place was empty, so went to the urinal and pissed, when I finished I played with my cock a bit and soon got hard. Anyway there i was jerking off and i heard footsteps approaching, so I pretended I was pissing. A guy approached the urinal and unzipped, I could see from the corner of my eye he was jerking and looking at me. So I took a proper look at him, he was about 6ft 1, blond hair, blue eyes, slim and in his early 20's. He was hot and it did not take long for my cock to stiffen again. I started to jerk my cock again and turned to face him, slowly jerking my cock as I watched him do the same, my 6 inch cock looked tiny compared to his, it must have been about 8 or 9 inches, uncut and I wanted it. We made eye contact, and I said follow me and went to a cubicle. I closed the door behind us and kissed this hot stranger, our tongues exploring each others mouths, my cock was now rock hard. Whilst we were kissing, I put my had down to his cock and felt its hardness through his jeans, my hand reached for the zipper and opened the fly of his jeans. His rock hard cock flopped out of his jeans, I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly jerked it, moving my hand up and down the full length, from the bulbous head to his big balls. I stopped kissing him and went to my knees, undid the buckle on his belt and undid his jeans and pulled them down. There I was on my knees with a huge uncut cock inches from my face. I put his cock in my mouth moving slowly down the length of his shaft, it was too big for me to get it all in my mouth but I did my best. I was sucking wildly on his cock as if it were some popsicle. I grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled his foreskin back, revealing a large head, I resumed my sucking again, paying particular attention to the head, the guy (I never got his name) began moaning as my attention to his cock got more intense. I sucked for another couple of minutes, when he asked me to stop as he was about to cum. I said to him I want his cum in my mouth. He said no, he wanted to fuck me. He asked me to stand, he then pulled me close and kissed me some more. As we were kissing, he grabbed my ass, his finger rubbing my hole. He then just shoved his finger in, the pain was intense and I tensed up a bit, but he continued to finger fuck me, I soon relaxed and he entered a second finger in me and this continued for a few more minutes. He withdrew his fingers and told me turn around and bend over, I happily obliged. He lowered his head to my ass and spat onto my hole and fingered it in my tight hole. He then stood up and pushed his bare cock deep into me, he held it there for a few moments whilst I adjusted to his huge manhood. He started slowly, pulling back until he almost came out of my ass then pushed back in to the hilt. Gradually his pace quickened until he was fucking me nice and hard, his cock pulling almost all the way out, the big cock head almost popping out, then forcing back deep in me, his shaved balls slapping my ass. He grabbed my hips and fucked me nice and hard. Meanwhile my cock was bouncing around and slapping my belly as he fucked me deep and hard, a stream of pre-cum oozed from my cock. I was fucked this hard for about 5 minutes, when his pace changed, he started moaning and said he was about to shoot. He asked if he could cum in me. i agreed he could. He slowed down slightly and grabbed hold of my hips tighter. His cock pulsed in me and I knew he was cumming, He stopped his thrusting and left his cock in my ass as he finished emptying his cum into me. He pulled out, wiped his cock on some tissue and left. I went to the hand basin and washed my hands. I could hear him talking to a woman outside. She asked him what took him so long as he was nearly 15 minutes, he apologized and said he didn't feel too good. I think it was his girlfriend he kept her waiting whilst he fucked me. Luckily I don't think she heard his moaning. I had enjoyed my visit to this cottage, I had gotten a good fucking and an ass full of cum. I shall return to this cottage in the hopes of more fun, hopefully with the same guy.

Of course you're 100% correct. Perhaps not merely "a part of", but the most important part of Ownership. I know and understand that lots of guys think that Leathermen are just costumed tricks, but there are some of us still around that take The Life seriously. Caring for, seeing to the welfare of, protecting and loving our "property" is one of the biggest thrills we experience. Whether it's a monogamous relationship (highly unlikely), or making sure the sub gets as much extra action as he needs/wants (highly likely), caring for the well being, advancement, increasing his knowledge/understanding of the LeatherLife, keeping him in good health, exercising all facets of his intellectual curiosity, on and on and on - is a huge thrill for a Dom.

As a rule I don’t like to cum until my top does but my current daddy won’t have any of that. He insists on fucking me while watching me leak and that’s exactly what just happened less than 20 mins ago. This time he intentionally fucked me in the rhythm of me rubbing my dick, it made me crazy. I started cumming at that and he unloaded inside me. He pulled out, I cleaned him up with my tongue, and like always I gave his wedding ring finger a little suck to remember me until next week. Now I’m on sniffies.

was gonna say that's a bit weird -- the men and women I fuck? I love em' used. love being the 2nd, 5th, 10th, guy to slide in raw and spray my seed where it belongs.

Omg I love it ! At the chance of sounding like greedy pig.......More please more 😈😈

Renting a villa in Bali for a week. Have been chased on Hornet for a few days by a guy whose profile pics were so hot I thought he was catfishing, a super fit money boy or simply a hot guy way out of my league. I established he wasn’t a money boy and took the plunge and invited him over. He was even hotter than his profile pics. Before anything happened he sat me on the sofa and had a chat - it was more like a job interview as it was clear he only fucked with guys he clicked with and wasn’t about to simply get it on without small talk as some of the hookups over previous days had. Ten minutes later I was relieved to have made the grade but I still wasn’t fully aware of what I was in for. We went into my bedroom with the rather romantic four poster bed with almost silken mosquito net in Arabian nights’ fashion. He removed his clothes except his briefs and slipped out for a quick shower. He had a broad dark brown, almost black, smooth hard chest and fully tattooed back. When he returned and lay across the bed I found he had the most enormous cock, which he had coyly concealed beforehand. With the setting complete I started my work of nibbling nipples, kissing and eventually taking that big cock in my mouth caressing and sucking it and ultimately taking as much as a could down my throat. The guy was active with my nipples, mouth and cock before he took over as the principal director of the fuck. He started expertly rimming my hole and then started easing his cock in with no lube. Although I was expecting a load of pain I made no protest but was relieved when he took pity and located my silicone lube bottle and greased up. There was some exquisite hurt associated with his pushing his huge tool fully into my hole but that pain is part of the deal and I welcome and enjoy it. He began his thrusting and didn’t stop for 45 minutes. Always on my back with us able to see each other’s face and sometimes kissing. We would moved the position of my legs but otherwise fairly relentless. Half a dozen times there would be an angle that permitted more depth and combined with powerful thrust would seem to go a bit deeper within me causing an involuntary gasp from me and a smile and ‘very deep, yes?’. When I bottom I try not to come seeing my role, and delight, in bringing my top to ecstasy in my body. However, the guy had tried to make me come by stoking my hard cock while pounding on me which I subtly discouraged. But he asked me to come and confirmed he was close and I obliged seeking to align with what appeared to be his imminent orgasm. At that time his body quivered he gasped, quivered again, and then over a minute four separate spasms which appeared to be the most immense orgasm. However, without lying back or withdrawing he slowly began thrusting again. This was no short endgame he was soon back to maximum thrust. After a while this was repeated and he began again. When the third and final orgasm came a massive load was deposited partly inside and partly on my leg. He later explained that he had come in small quantities the first two times but had not been able fully to come though tiredness from his work or something and started again to come completely. This was something new to me but worth experiencing.

i'm in Palm Springs for a few days. Guy contacted me on Squirt, he was in a restroom at a Lowes, said it was "busy." Haven't done RR in a long time, but... muscle memory? i ended up going and all 5 stalls were full, some doing business, others looking for sex. We ended up in a stall next to each other and in a lull He slid under and i sucked Him a few before someone else entered the restroom and we both retreated. He invited me into His stall, and hormones being what they are, i went. He got up on the toilet so there'd only be two feet in the stall, spread His legs and offered His Cock and i sucked some more. He got hard pretty fast and wanted to fuck me... which is what i always want, so i turned around and positioned for Him to slide in. It was an awkward position for both of us and He had a hard time getting in at first, but we both prevailed, He came as soon as He got in. There was not really any fucking, He just penetrated me and came, and i did not know until He withdrew and i turned around and He said: "fuck yeah!!" and i saw a drop of cum on His cock, which i immediately suck off. A quick check of my hole and i had a nice creamy load. He was happy, so was i. i thanked Him for His cock and seed and left.

I think all btms want to be bred, just a matter of time before they admit it to themselves and beg for it.

The Ginger in the Dungeon Andy was stretched out on the big rack in one of the larger rooms of the huge complex of rooms that made up the basement dungeon of the big house on the Aspen Estate. He was literally stretched out, Rohan had turned a winch after cuffing him in, stretching his arms and legs until he couldn’t move much but not so stretch so much it hurt. He watched as the hot Southeast Asian daddy affixed a crazy looking network of leather and metal around his big penis. His penis had shriveled over the last however many hours, Rohan giving him more Tina up his hole in small, timed doses. But his 8 inch uncut cock—huge on his short frame he knew—was rock hard now. The hot leather daddy had given him a shot of something called trimex (Andy had closed his eyes—he couldn’t watch a needle go into his dick) and before long Andy was hard. Every time he just looked at the man’s big beautiful dick, it got harder. Andy felt something enter his urethra, again, and he groaned. He had never been sounded before today/tonight—he’d long ago lost track of time—but Rohan had slid increasingly larger and larger rods into his piss hole. Andy wasn’t sure if he loved it or hated it, but he knew he hated it when a big sound down his shaft was electrified and the setting pushed up so high it felt like lightning burning his dick from the inside. Prince Zaid Rohan smiled at the boy’s groan as he pushed the relatively small stud ending in a small smooth ball into the boy’s piss slit. He knew the boy’s urethra was sore, as Andy had been sounded quite a bit tonight, but this little rod attached to an electrified cock cage was only about an inch long and thin and smooth. It was much smaller than the ribbed and ridged sounds the prince had used earlier. He had electrified each of those sounds, carefully mapping the boy's reactions to each setting—from gentle pulses to crashing waves to the setting Andy at which screamed “burning fire” each time. The prince used the pain on Andy because he enjoyed seeing the hot little man in pain, groveling and begging him to stop, but also to learn the contours of the boy’s secret desires, as the prince began the slow but exhilarating work of uncovering yet another soul’s kinks. After a first round of sounding, he had started on a second round, electrifying each one. He did this because he sensed the boy's ambivalence about the sounds. He had taught the boy to crave when the electricity felt good with its gentle tapes but also the Prince began mixing that good feeling with the feeling of the burn, getting Andy to connect those feelings of pain and pleasure. The prince then moved to doing the same work inside the boy's ass with his very large selection of electrified plugs. Prince Zaid had been delighted at Andy’s body’s reaction to the plugs. Andy went wild the moment he first felt the preprogrammed series of small shocks and current changes in his ass, and he went crazy the first time the current caused his ass muscles to fuck in and out of his own ass, and then he screamed again of “lightening, sir” as the program switched to a sharp series of increasingly strong jolts. The Prince was in fact very pleased. The prince would get an appointment soon with Dr. Isabelli, a huge Italian leather daddy doctor, a prominent gastrointestinologist. Dr.Isabelli owned a large private island in the Caribbean with a stunning house in the middle. There, in the private medical suite attached to his own well-equipped dungeon, he would perform what was billed as a colonoscopy on each of the prince’s boys, usually within the first year. During the procedure he would indeed ensure the boy was free of the signs of cancer while simultaneously mapping in minute detail the geography of the boy's stretched out cunt, held open by pumped air and a big speculum. Then, in a procedure that was not standard, he left a smaller thin digital scope inside, one whose only purpose was to measure the boy's insides as the gas was expelled and deflated. It only stopped taking measurements when all the gas was out, giving the doctor a precise view of what the boy's colon was like at different levels of distensión. Doctor Isabelli would take that data and, working with Prince Zaid, design specialist stretching tools of all sorts—plugs, soft and hard dildos, electrified and regular ones, strands of balls and eggs in every shape, each of them spaced perfectly to make the boys ass tunnel bigger and more receptive. By the time Andy got to the third electrified plug the prince wanted to explore with him, the prince had forged ahead of his usual progression, choosing some larger butt toys he’d had designed and created for Jake’s hole. Jake had quickly revealed a perversion for electrified butt play very similar to the reactions he was seeing from Andy. For this new plan for Andy’s hole, the prince had selected a plug double set. Once inside the boy, a smaller tear-drop-shaped electrode would stretch inside the boy’s inner cavity while a much larger cylinder with a smooth cone rested in his outer cavity. The entire smooth surface of the toy would convey the same shocks program to the boys inner and outer cavity at once. What made this toy unique was that rather than letting his inner hole contract entirely around a thin cord once the two larger pieces were lodged inside, this one was created with a small round egged shaped piece who’s widest point was exactly 1/3 the diameter of the larger plug resting in the boy's hole. Andy felt the stretch immediately, as Rohan with the utmost gentleness fucked his outer hole with the small egg. He then felt the smaller egg quest into his inner hole and he sighed as it went in easily. He then felt his inner and outer holes opening at once, the outer hole stretching while some other smooth metal stretching his inner hole. He put his head back and moaned deeply, feeling the stretch hard but somehow delicious. Rohan smiled wickedly as the toy went in, he’d chosen the stretch perfectly. Andy didn’t know it but the toy was designed to stretch his hole exactly 3/4 inch deeper and 1 inch wider than the stretch of the prince's own hard cock. The toy was a part of a set that started with a toy just slightly smaller than his own cock and ended up five inches deeper and nearly 10 inches wider. It was designed to facilitate using only his cock followed by electrical buttplay to open a boy for fisting. Rohan still fucked the boy with the hard metal plug, he wanted to make the boy feel it before he turned it on. The toy was an excellent design, taking the hole of any freshly-fucked man of that general height, on a journey of dildos, first the size of his cock, and then as it went deeper, the smaller top egg would gently quest and stretch the hole deeper. He knew it would get to the point where he could bind the boy, attaching a popper feeding machine if he was feeling generous, and let one of the larger size plug sets fuck a boy on automatic. He would sometimes leave Jake for 1/2 hour or more with just the largest plug contracting his assmuscles and fucking himself automatically with the electric cock. He would then leave the thing on high for first five minutes then ten then 20, with ever shorter periods of the fucking motion he craved. As he did the boys desperation and confusion would grow until he enjoyed the searing pain setting almost as much as the fuck. Prince Zaid smiled as he adjusted the toy’s program to its lowest setting and watched the pleasure begin on Andy’s face. He knew he’d teach Andy the same thing. Jacob picked up the mobile phone and smiled, it was Benjamin. The servant-slaves of prince Zaid had stayed close after their servitude had concluded. During the first month or two, the prince tightly controlled contact between his current servant-slave and his former one. But after the first four to six weeks, depending on the boy, he definitely allowed the boy to seek emotional advice. Benjamin, older and more mature, had been a big help to him. “I wanted to tell you, our noble lord has a boy in the basement testing him,” Benjamin said gently, Jake paused, surprised to have taken the news quite so hard after five years. “Please tell me what you're feeling, Jake,” Benjamin said. “I don’t actually know how I feel,” Jake admitted, “Actually I think it’s relief that the experience is behind me, which feels like progress.” The two men often discussed the complex feelings they had about Prince Zaid. The Prince never ever ever used the language of love with them, although he showed often during and consistently after their relationship ended that he cared deeply about each of them. Jacob and his therapist Marcus, a prominent member of the Berlin LGBTQ BDSM community, were currently trying to untangle which of the Prince’s actions and words were caring/love and which were caring/maintenance. In other words, did the prince ensure emotional support because he cared about them as people or so they didn’t break down mentally and involuntarily end their servitude to him? “Maybe this time will be different,” Jake said, realizing yet again that what had gone wrong in his relationship with the prince was the mismatch of Jacob’s growing emotional need for a full romantic partner and Prince Zaid’s inability or refusal or fear of becoming such a partner to anyone. “You know, I think I am just wired differently than the prince,” Jake said, “We just grew to need different things.” Jake could practically hear Benjamin nod, “I still maintain that the noble birth thing plays a factor in that. But let me tell you the gossip about this new boy I conned out of the driver today…” Andy was finally getting fisted by Mr. Rohan and it was really fucking fantastic. He’d felt like he’d been begging for a fist up his chute since the sexy daddy Rohan had quizzed him about his red jock upstairs at JR’s. He was very, very, high he knew, riding the man’s furry arms right to almost to the elbow, and he knew he was making a lot of crazy noises. But he didn’t care, he felt so alive and free. He had experienced so many new things over the hours and hours he had spent here in this dungeon. He’d gotten so many enemas—some stretching painfully, some feeling strangely pleasurable. He’d been whipped and spanked and beaten with so many kinds of implements he could barely remember them all. Every part of his body from the soles of his feet to the tender insides of his asschecks and up go his neck, and every surface of his cock and balls glowed red from being attacked with some sort of punishment tool. He could feel the scratches and bruises and welts left from switches and straps and paddles all over the place, and knew the man had bitten him and left teeth marks he could feel but not localize. His oversized cock and balls, shrunk now by tina, ached from being squeezed and pulled and weighted. Rohan had even electrocuted inside and outside his cock and balls, using electrifying sounds inside his cock, and at one point, pushing pins into his balls and electrocuting the inside of his ass, his cock, and his balls in crescendos of pain and pleasure. Prince Zaid looked at Andy and he knew it was time. He noticed the tiny red dot scabbing the boys balls and his cock surged remembering how the little muscle stud had yelled in horrified outrage at how painful the pins were as the prince pierced him and then Andy screamed even louder at the intense pain the electricity caused. Zaid had kept him in it until he froze, howling in silence. The prince had stopped the younger man’s pain, reminding him gently that his master was the only one with that power, the prince's big cock swelling harder than it had at any point in the day, the boy mute and unmoving as he tried to process his pain. Gently removing the electrodes and then then pins from Andy’s balls, and pulling the big ribbed sound out of the inside of his pisslit, and the 2nd biggest of his custom double electric buttplugs from the boys stretched hole, Prince Zaid’s cock took Andy’s entire ass in one easy push. Feeling the clutching warmth of the boy's ass start to flutter around his big thick cock, the prince lost all sense of self for one of the longest and biggest orgasms of his life. When he opened his eyes again, he realized he was still rock hard and fucking the boy in a steady rhythm, his cock sputtering first leftover bits of cum, then precum, then giant spurts of chempiss into the velvety hole. The prince focused his eyes on the boys torso, seeing all of the marks of his intensive punishment in the red glow and bruises and welts on him, then his face, sweaty and marked by his own princely hand, he focused in on the eyes staring into his his, the baby blue nearly impossible to see because of the dilated pupils. He leaned in and heard the boy chanting “Fuck me, fist me, please use me, sir,” over and over as the boy started to have a massive anal orgasm, his hole sucking and sucking around the prince’s big cock, Andy’s asshole drawing the fluids the Prince’s cock produced deeper into the boys core. There it began feeding a glowing fire, a need to be stretched, to be taught to not fear pain, to understand the deepest stretches not as pain, but as desire, a fire that the Prince intended to feed, tend, and stoke daily forever.

Part 17 I'm not sure but I think I blacked out but not for long. When I came to Kevin's solid fit body was still laying on top of me and he was still breathing heavy with his face buried against my neck. And his thick cock was still in my cummy asshole and it was still hard. Opening my eyes my vision was blurred and I had trouble focusing. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and in my temples, causing me to close my eyes again. Two intense fucks back to back, first from Drew then from Kevin, had me exhausted physically. Yet, still, a voice in my head was saying not to stop now. I wanted more. That thought had barely entered my head when I was aware of a wet cockhead pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt hard flesh pushing in. At the same moment, I opened my eyes to see Ryan kneeling by my head sliding more of his dick into my mouth. Our eyes locked in mutual heat and animalistic hunger. Instinctively I grabbed his asscheeks to pull more of his meat toward my throat. Ryan grinned hotly at me and ran one big hand through my sweat-drenched hair. “Oh yeah, Justin. Suck my big cock and get it hard and wet. Get it ready to slide all the way in your guts.” I moaned around his fat rod as my lips seemed stretched wider than ever. But I didn't mind. I wanted to suck him and taste him and make him feel good. His precum was covering my taste buds making me eager for more. I hummed around his cock and tightened the muscles in my mouth squeezing down on his shaft. “Fuck yeah, man!” he moaned loudly. “I can't wait to feel your cheating daddy ass squeeze my cock like that when I fuck you.” His dirty talk was making me hornier. Ryan's big dick came out of my nursing mouth suddenly as he had to change his position when Kevin finally stirred and raised his head from my neck. “Fuck buddy!” Kevin breathed huskily, his face mere inches from mine. “You got one damn sweet ass man. I haven't cum that hard or that much for a long time! Your hole felt so damn good around my bare cock. I'm going to be wanting some more of it,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “You'll get more,” Drew's voice said. “Now that Daddy Justin knows how good it feels to get fucked I'm sure he's going to be wanting more too.” “Damn right!” I croaked eliciting a laugh from all 3 studs. “But,” Drew continued, “it's Ryan's turn now to fill him with more cock and more cum.” “Hell yeah it is! So get your dick out of him Kevin so I can give him mine,” Ryan said in a playful tone but leaving no doubt he was more than ready to fuck me and add his cum to what Drew and Kevin had already spewed in me. “All right, all right. Let me pull out first,” Kevin murmured making all three of them laugh again. I let out a long guttural groan as I felt Kevin's long still-hard cock withdrawing from the depths of my hole. He kept pulling and pulling until finally I felt it tug at my abused asslips as his cockhead came free. Then I heard Kevin saying, “Damn guys look how his hole closed right back up as soon as my dick came out. He's not losing any of the cum in him.” Then I felt Ryan's muscled hairy body stretching over mine as he stood between my legs and pressed forward against my naked flesh. We didn't say a word as we opened our mouths and slid our tongues between each other's lips. I could feel Ryan's precum covered mushroom head pushing against my pucker as we made out. Another hard bare cock seeking entry to my tweaked up cheating married daddy ass as Drew called it. And I wasn't going to deny what we both wanted at that moment. I pulled my mouth from Ryan's and stared into his handsome sweaty face and black pupils. “Fuck me, Ryan. Shove your hard cock all the way in my hole and fucking use it until you cum! Breed me damn it! Breed me!” “Whatever you say, daddy,” Ryan huffed then did exactly that. He shoved every thick hard bare inch of his manhood balls deep into my guts. I tried to scream but the force of his thrust into me knocked the breath out of me so all I could do was gasp. Ryan had not moved his cock any at all once he had it buried in my ass. I was still trying to catch my breath and fight the feeling that I was going to pass out. Then Ryan's face above mine, one hand playing with my hard nips. “Breathe, dude,” he whispered softly, gently pecking my lips. “Just breathe and let your ass adjust to it all. Focus on how good it feels having another dick inside you. You get hot feeling your ass filled with another cock don't you daddy? It turns you on knowing that you're letting three men fuck you and breed you. And you love giving yourself up to the sleazy forbidden sex. And doing it all behind her back makes it so much hotter and better. Right?” Ryan's soft seductive voice, his dirty talk about cocks and getting bred all helped me to regroup. And he was right. It WAS hotter knowing that my wife had no clue. I felt Ryan flex his massive tool inside me and it made me groan. “Yeah, it feels so good, so perfect with a dick in my hole. And knowing she doesn't know...is...even better,” I said in a low voice. Then feeling a sensuous darkness overwhelm me I grabbed his furry hard nips in my hands and told him, “Fuck me, Ryan! Hard and deep! Give it all to me!” Then as if out of nowhere I heard Drew say, “He's going to, Daddy Justin. Don't worry. But first take some more fuck smoke to get you good and ready.” Drew knew I wouldn't turn down more fuck smoke, even with a cock in my guts. I took three long pulls on the glass pipe and felt the buzz run through me. I knew this was going to be another awesome fuck!! (to be continued)

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

Some people simply enjoy the convenience of a nearby sex partner. When I lived in Houston I was pleasantly surprised to discover a man living in my building that I'd recently hooked up with at a local bathhouse. It was a 30 minute effort to get to the bathhouse. He was 2 floors below me. It didn't matter who made the call....me or him..., but we could be naked and sucking one another's cock in 5 minutes.

I think my switch was flicked when I was around 10 years old. We had neighbors whose eldest son was around 25 and had served in the army. When he came back home he used to spend hours in the garden shed, working on his motorbike. I played with one of his younger sisters in their garden but always had a fascination for Terry. He was muscular and would wear overalls when he worked on his motorbike. The had a few oil patches and always smelt of engine oil and smoke, He would smoke a lot while he tinkered around with the bike. He would always lip dangle his cigarette as he worked. He always seemed preoccupied with what he was doing and took very little notice in me or his sister although he was always very nice to us both. Some times he would call me into the shed to ask for help if he was working and I would pass him spanners or pliers or whatever else he needed. If it was something fiddly, he used to ask me to hold a flashlight, which would mean getting closer to him. I would end up in the middle of a smoke cloud while he worked. The smoke and engine oil mixture would sometimes linger in my nose for a hour afterwards. He kept his motorbike leathers and wet weather gear in the shed. I remember helping him one evening in the late autumn and the shed had no heating. It was cool and the flashlight was shaking because I was so cold. When he noticed, he grabbed his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. It felt incredible and I remember slipping my arms inside the sleeves. I could smell the smoke and oil from the jacket. We worked for around 30 minutes when I heard my mum calling me to say it was time for tea. I was very reluctant to leave as I didn't want to have to take off the amazing leather jacket. By the time my tea was finished Terry had closed up the shed for the evening. As I undressed that evening, I noticed the familiar smell of the oil and smoke on my sweater. Normally, my cast off clothes would have gone straight into the laundry basket. I remember hiding the sweater. At bedtime I retrieved it and hid it under the bedclothes. I kept inhaling the sweater and for the first time in my life, I couldn't understand why my penis felt so good. It was hard and I remember rubbing it and lying on my stomach and moving my body back and forth until the "inevitable" happened. I didn't understand what had happened and thought I had wet myself. I had felt so good and I remember sneaking into the bathroom for a face cloth to clean my self and my sheets. Over the period of a few days. I repeated the same ritual until gradually the smell of Terry's jacket disappeared from the sweater and the source of my arousal was gone. Over the years I took my opportunities to help Terry and was sometimes rewarded with a ride up and down the street on the back of his bike. I think I knew from that age that I was attracted to men but was also determined to own a leather jacket. I didn't get the opportunity to buy one until I was 18 but it didn't take long until it was embedded with the aroma of smoke too.

It is amazing how much sci-fi has predicted (even the “computer” on Star Trek predicted “Alexis” ) As to the question raised A lot depends on if the people in the carousel are swiping at the same time the people outside are so that it is a mutual agreement- or are people getting into the carousel with the understanding that they will be fucking with whom ever wants them and they have no say in which case when I am in the mood to fuck i would definitely be the one doing the swiping but if I was in a slutty bottom mood- I would definitely get into the carousel- it would be hot to know that I am going to let anyone fuck me and I agree with eroswired that I would be really turned on by the idea that someone wanted to use me (as at my age I imagine I would be swiped more often than selected too)

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How would anyone here know whether you personally would or would not like something? You’re asking unanswerable questions here - should you do this? Will you like it? No one here can answer those questions. No one here can make the decision about what is right for you. That’s for you to do. If you find yourself too indecisive or timid to make that choice, we can’t help you. If you simply need more information, we may be of some assistance. Men have bareback sex because, in the opinion of many, the sensation of naked flesh against naked flesh in intercourse is superior to that in which a protective barrier is used. The reasons for this are fairly obvious, having to do with the properties of skin in direct contact with moisture, warmth, and the small electrical charges of the skin. The exchange of bodily fluid, and semen in particular, transfers a number of chemicals that stimulate the reward centers of the brain; a condom prevents this transfer. In short, most feel that bareback sex is an amplified sensual experience. Bareback sex is not safe, however, and it cannot be made entirely safe. There will always be an element of risk. Whether you are able to tolerate that risk at some level will determine the degree to which you can experience sex bareback. Specifically, you will be at risk of contracting any of several sexually transmitted diseases/infections (STD/STI). Among these are gonorrhea, chlamydia, syphilis, hepatitis A, B, and C, human papilloma virus (HPV), herpes, monkeypox, and of course, HIV. Some of these are curable, some are not. Some are preventable (to a finite degree) with immunization or prophylactic medication, some are not. You cannot, for example, take a pill or shot to prevent you from getting gono. The prevention is fucking with a barrier, or not fucking the infected person. This is a site full of men who have opted to take the risk, and many of us have paid a price. Stories about coping with STDs are common. There are also narratives, like my own, on living with the worst outcomes. Barebacking isn’t a boy’s game, it’s a man’s option. Shit can get real in a hurry. Only you can decide whether the risk of disease is too high a price to pay for increased sensory pleasure. The risk can be significantly reduced, and you may decide that the odds become favorable enough that you’re willing to roll the dice. But don’t ask us if you should roll them. You’re a man. Make your own decisions about your own body.

Except for the part about having the fuck instantly step out of a portal, you can mostly achieve this by using the apps at a gay sex mecca, at least on the weekends. I know I've done successfully both ways in Palm Springs. The key is having guys that are actually DTF in a compact geography, which most localities don't have. If we had the instant portal that horn dogs from anywhere in the world could just step through it . . .

If this small sampling is representative of the population of Poz men in general, those results are sobering. Either they represent a radical increase in the spread of HIV, and a failure of control efforts, in the last decade, or they represent a grim picture of pre-ART mortality.

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I'm pretty sure there are some members who actually believe they were infected pre-1980 (and kudos to them for their tenacity in making it through those many years when meds were not what they are today!). I'll let them comment here themselves if they see fit.

Lookin to play mid-morning on 5 Jun

Although I only have sex with guys now. 5 yrs ago this would be my best spank bank. Ok I’ll admit it still is!

Sex addiction is a hell of a thing.

Part 8. I am out of my mind with pure lust. She has put me in some kind of chastity device that feels snug but not uncomfortably so. In my ear, “Don’t worry. It’s pink too and you look so sexy, girl.” I’m fucking loving her calling me girl. Instead of trying to feel my new device, I reach around to play with my plug. “That’s it, Jamie. Focus on your pussy like a good girl. Do you need a bigger plug yet?” “Yes, please,” I answer quickly and we both laugh which breaks up the trance I was slipping into. She has me kneel on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and then gently pushes me down on all fours. I feel her pull out my plug very slowly and when it’s completely out, I drop down my shoulders automatically and picture myself in a whorish face down-ass up pose. “Mmmm, look at you, you’re a natural. You sure you’re a virgin, girl?” I think back to when Marcus said I was a natural and it makes me think of his glorious cock. “This one is bigger so I want you to slowly inhale through your nose when I tell you too and-“ “No no,” I cut her off. “I’m not going to do any of that stuff he made me smoke last night.” “It’s not that stuff. You ever do poppers before? They’ll help your pussy loosen up for this plug. That’s all,” Trish says in that sultry voice. “Trust me, Jamie. I’m going to be with you the entire time.” I do trust her. I’ve heard of poppers but never tried. They sell them OTC so how bad can they be? I start to slowly inhale until she tells me to stop and hold, then exhale when she says and do it again with the other nostril. About 20 seconds later, I feel a rush of warmth wash over my entire body and hear Trish say softly, “You feelin alright, baby?” I just arch my back more and moan loudly. Then I feel her pushing something big into me and stop once it’s in a couple of inches. My God that feels so good, I feel myself starting to push back against it first slightly and then in one thrust, the entire plug is in me and I’m still pushing back harder. “Perfect, Jamie. You look so pretty right now,” Trish says as she squeezes my ass cheeks with both hands…very hard. I’m pushing back into her strong hands and moaning. I feel her hot breath on my ass as she kisses it and then gives it a small bite. “Oh!” I squeal as it sends a shiver up my spine and I lift my ass higher, “Please!” asking for another. She chuckles, spanks me playfully and says, “later, girl.” I don't think I've ever been so horny. I mean, I've put several plugs and other toys in me before but this one is special...and it even tingles a little. Almost a burning feeling? “Are you ready to see a sexy woman, Jamie?” Trish’s voice snaps me out of my daze. “Yes, I’ve never felt like this. It’s like my whole body feels strange,” I say. At least I think it was me. Trish takes my hand and guides me into the bathroom. When she has me standing in front of the full-length mirror, she asks, “Are you ready?” and pulls my blindfold up and off. I really can’t believe my eyes. I look in the mirror and then at Trish. Then at the mirror and at Trish again. What she has done is truly remarkable. I didn’t think my face could ever look so good without a series of surgeries. I had thought that Trish was going to make me look trashy after how she had talked to me at the dollar store. Now doubt, she had to use a lot of makeup to transform me…it was literally caked on my face…but my eyes really stole the show. She had managed to make them look smokey, sexy and somehow bright. I have very thin lips but Trish had managed to make them much bigger. They were lined with a smokey rose color which was darker than the neon pink that it outlined. Completing my look were silver hoop earrings. My pink lace bra had small breast forms that were perfectly concealed and felt like the perfect size. The chastity device was a matching pink and was covered slightly by a white silk thong that had the word “virgin” in pink across the front. “Turn around,” Trish said. I look at my butt in my thong…and I see it…a Queen of Spades tattoo (temporary) I was blown away and told Trish just that. “You look just about ready and that’s good because they are 10 minutes away. Let’s get you in your heels and ready for Marcus.” My heels are white 6” stilettos and getting ready for Marcus meant that I was going to answer the door when he knocked. Although less that 24 hours earlier I had swallowed this man’s cum, I still had butterflies in my stomach. I was checking myself in the foyer mirror when Trish walked over to me and said, “You look perfect, girl,” as she gently turned me around and placed one hand on my butt and squeezed firmly. She put her other hand on my chin, pulled it forward and kissed me with her soft lips and open mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted her tongue…as it snaked its way around, I moaned as I tried to suck on it. “Not now, Jamie,” Trish said and as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. “I think that’s for you,” Trish says and I mouth her a silent “thank you.” I open the door and there is Marcus and Keith. They look a little confused at first but then realize it’s me. “Look at you. Damn, Trish, you are my sissy maker, ain’t you.” “Please come in, gentlemen,” I say with a voice that is now coming to me with little effort. “And listen to you,” Marcus says as he and Keith walk in and head towards the small kitchen. “I had nothing to do with that,” said Trish. “She surprised me with that too.” “Good, good,” Marcus said while looking me up and down. “MmmMmm, You feelin good, Jamie? C’mere. Get me and Keith a beer while we get a look at you.” I move deliberately in my heels past both men and open the refrigerator door. I see the six-pack of Heineken on the bottom shelf and smile. “Is Heineken ok?” I ask in a low whisper. I don’t wait for an answer and bend at the hips to fetch two bottles. “Bring them in here, our little Queen of Spades,” Marcus says from the living room. I take the two bottles and when I walk into the living room, Marcus is standing at the door to the bedroom talking to Trish and Keith is getting undressed. “Me and Trish gonna have a little talk while you take care of my boy Keith.” “OK…I mean, yes sir, Marcus.” Keith is standing in front of the sofa in boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his big cock. I hand Marcus his beer and walk over to Keith who takes his beer and looks down at the floor. I know he wants me to kneel, so I do and look up at him submissively. He just nods at me and I reach up and pull his boxers down, releasing his beautiful black cock. I gently grasp it with both hands and start stroking it. As it starts to grow, a steady stream of precum leaks from it and glistens as I stroke from his balls to his head. “Here,” Keith says as he puts an open bottle of poppers under my nose. “Go slow with these, sissy.” I remember to inhale slowly but I forget to hold it so Keith tells me to do it again…all while stroking his cock which is now a rock hard 8” and when I start to feel the warm rush, I could swear it said, “Put me in your white sissy throat right now.” His cock is at full staff when I try to shove as much as I can into my hungry mouth. When it hits my throat, I gag. Keith has one hand on the back of my neck and holds up the poppers with the other, “Take a deep breath in through your nose and hold it.” As I’m doing just that, he adds, ”You’re gonna love this, sissy. Now suck on the head a little.”

2. Growing Pains The second clip was more professional, close to studio in the way it was edited. Seated on a couch was Klaus and the boy who was the centre piece of the first clip. His hair was in a bun and spotted hints of facial hair. It took a while for me to recognize him. He really looked like a sweet guy. Definitely my type. Klaus called him Cameron. From the mirror, Ludvig behind the camera. Klaus lit up a pipe, holding his breathe before kissing Cameron, exhaling the smoke. In addition to the clouds formed, Klaus's face was still hidden from the cap he had on. They did this for a while before the clip cut to Cameron in a room, undressing himself to put on a jock. The jock I had worn last night. It was cleaner. He put on knee length socks, a pair of split shorts and a tanktop. The next cut was him walking into an abandoned complex, probably what was once a community gym. He entered the locker and Klaus seated, legs apart on a bench with a tight golf polo on paired with chino shorts that hemmed right up the knee. His thighs were massive. What Ludvig had for arms, Klaus had in legs. I now saw his face. A sharp jaw, thin lips with a chiseled nose. His hazel eyes cradled his symmetrical brows. Overall, he was cleanly shaved with little stubble. If any, it was what defined his jaw. He was younger than Ludvig. Klaus spoke, saying how Cameron's late for his training. It looked like an athletic jock themed porno was about to begin. I had to give props to their dedication. "Sorry, coach. Was nervous to have this private one on ones.." "About that, it's no longer one on one. Some pals of mine from that conference a while back are here to help. Fellas?" On the other side, close to the communal shower, 5 men entered from the hallway. They were more or less around Klaus' age, around early 40s. Like him, they were fit and wore different kinds of athletic attire. Tracksuits, crop tops, polos, baseball caps. Each wore an outfit to show their seniority. They were muscular and definitely more athletic than most men. With only a glance and a nod from Klaus, the men ambushed Cameron, pulling him onto the bench, arms and legs tied to each end in a bright red paracord with barely any resistance. The men were quick and careful in their knots, mounting him to only half of the bench, ass lifted up, and his torso leaning down, faced to the floor. Klaus fingered his hole, slapping it and playing with his jock, pulling and snapping it. Then, one of the men approached with a bag of white shards. He grabbed the boy's mouth apart to have his fingers soak to coat with the substance. Pushing his index finger in Cameron's hole right after, his first moans for the night came out. Cheers from the other man came around mixed with encouragement and praises of how he was a good player. While his hole was brewing and slowly igniting the pig in him, Klaus and the other coaches were making themselves comfortable. One stood right in front Cameron, staring down at him and some leaned onto the wall of lockers, acting only as watchers. Klaus disappeared for a moment and returned with a suitcase that revealed wooden paddles ranging in sizes. By now, Cameron's breathing grew heavier and louder. Animalistic as intended. "Training starts now, boy." The smallest paddle was used first. Then it got bigger. Much to my surprise, Cameron took the first 3 with little difficulty, even with his ass cheeks turning red. Only yeahs that were reciprocating the cheers of the men around him. There were 2 more. The second last one gave him a scream. "Can you take it boy?" Cameron shouted Yes, with full confidence. Klaus continued for another 8 times only seconds in between. Cameron's face got red, tears slowly falling. He persisted. "You're doing well aren't you? Ready to level up?" Again he proudly exclaimed his agreement, even if sounded like he was about to cry. The largest paddle was passed through the crowd, reaching Klaus who thoroughly inspected it. He slowly placed it onto Cameron's cheeks, gauging the distance of the gap in between before telling him to get ready. Cameron adjusted his legs higher as he could through the restraints, hole further exposed for everyone to see. It was blooming in between the cheeks that were red and rosy. Without any warning, Klaus went straight to it. The pitch in his scream increased higher than I expected. It almost sounded like a squeal. The men seemed to enjoy this sound coming out from him. "There's the pig we want. You've done exceptional. We're all proud of you." Cameron could only shiver in the aftermath of those paddles with an excitement of accomplishment. His sweat made the tanktop he had on damp and wet, causing one of the men to turn it over his head, chest now exposed. The same man then opened a locker to pass Klaus a small box. The second act was about to commence. In it were two metal clips that were strung by a chain. There were also steel orbs with hooks. The man who had passed the box was now pinching Cameron's tits, twisting it and pulling it like harp, causing Cameron to moan in a state of both pain and pleasure. Before latching it, Klaus gave the clips a few licks to properly lubricate it. Letting go of the fulcrum, Cameron screamed again. The other men took turns pulling the chain, placing different number of orbs to weigh the clips down. Cameron's lust filled agony continued. When the clips were taken off, Cameron could only beg to have it clipped back. The men laughed. "Looks like we've trained you well huh boy" End clip. *** It was now 9:15 and a tiny spot of precum now formed on my shorts. I should get ready and maybe watch the rest on the way. The weather was not as chilly as I thought it'd be and I didn't want to layer much. Feeling a bit adventurous, I went commando and put on a pair of jeans with a white tee and a heavy hoodie over me. I regret not being able to watch the last clips in one setting. It was hard to not have someone look at your screen in the streetcar. It was also harder to try and keep my boner down during the entire trip. I could only skip parts of the clips as I stood close to the handicap seat where there were less people. 3. Smoke and Mirrors The third clip was the shortest and was perhaps the weirdest. It began with a hypnotic spiral before fading into montages of Cameron's transformation. I now realize how old these videos were. Probably more than a decade which is why it was hard to recognize Ludvig. The phones they used still had buttons. Cameron was probably my age then, fit as one could be and a classic jock. His hair was still short. First photo was him taking a mirror selfie, probably to post on craigslist. Next, him in bed with Klaus. After, them smoking. Ludvig now appeared in between. The montages were photos in black and white filter, played to a sort of trance music. A shot of Cameron now spun out, then spit roasted by both men. The photos repeated in flashes, transitioning to the next scene documenting Cameron's body progressing, muscles increasing with cuts of him taking loads from different men. Finally, different shots of hole was shown, ranging from being barely wet to full on loaded. The video ended with Cameron lying on his back, getting "+VE" tattooed on his back, right above his ass. He was also now spotting a thick guiche piercing. His ass had become rounder and firmer over the years. He still had his bun, but with both sides shaved to a fade. As the video concluded, I wonder whether this is what Ludvig had in mind for me? Before I could watch the final clip, I reached my stop. As much as I was still turned on, I was also confused a little, questioning the possibility that I could be Cameron. If I did, I wanted to leave a bigger impression. I wanted to not just fill his shoes but walk in them as my own. I became less horny to continue watching. Rather, I was excited to find my way to where Ludvig was. Once I got out, I made my way across a row of commercial buildings mixed with newly renovated townhouses, slowly turning into the original area that it was with dilapidated apartment buildings and abandoned industrial lofts. Finally, in front of a brutalist tower, I buzzed Apt 24. I got up and thought maybe I still had time to quickly watch the last clip. 4. To New Bonds Usually, I'm impatient when it comes to elevators but I'm glad that I was in an aged building. I skipped through the video as I ascended, each floor beeping in my overhead. Though I didn't catch much, it was essentially Cameron getting gangbanged, in different places and time. In slings, at a motel, even in public. There was also a part in the middle I skipped where Klaus had his arms around him, cuddling close in the bath tub while Ludvig emptied a bottle of pills into the toilet. I reached my floor before I could finish what I watched. The hallway had only 4 doors and the door with 24 was slightly ajar. I knocked, pushing it open to darkness with little light. Ludvig appeared in a black satin robe, leaning in for a hug while he held two glasses. We made our way into the living room where the only source of light was a projector that played a video of Ludvig fucking some guy in a hotel room. As always, the bottom was spun and Ludvig was a stallion. We sat on the couch and clinked our drinks. It tasted bitter, like metal. Similar to what I had before but more. Ludvig then took out some pipes which by I was now no longer reluctant to take. The smoke was thick and sharp. One had to be careful with the fire if not to burn and ruin the taste. Ludvig instructed me how to smoke and even blew some in my mouth. We started to make out from then. "How did you like the videos?" "Didn't get a chance to see the last one but I loved what I've seen so far" "Good. I knew you would. They'll be here later, after midnight maybe" "Klaus and Cameron" "Yep...and maybe some more" I started to feel the rush I had felt again and became excited at the prospect of having a crowd around me. Eyes now wide and dilated, the night had begun. Ludvig was more accommodating tonight, pulling my pants off, smiling at how I had nothing under. He did as much as he could, slurping my cock in his mouth, though it stayed limp. He didn't mind. Soon, my legs were brought up and my hole was his honey pot. I only gasped before moaning, opening it wider. He reached out for a vial on the coffee table, mounted on top of me and looked at me in the eyes. I knew what was going to happen and nodded in silence. "It's more potent than last night. You'll be able to handle it" We stopped to continue watching the screen. I lied in his arms and he slowly caressed my nipples, pecking my neck at times. "I want you to see the last video" The screen changed to that familiar title screen, To New Bonds, and there he was, Cameron whose blindfolded, no restraints on all fours in a motel room. Same jock I worn, now showing signs of usage. Sharpie hung on the band. The bed sheets were outdated, and the blinds were dusty. Klaus was at the top of the bed, lied down for Cameron to suck him for the rest of the night. All kinds of guys came in to drop their load, marking +ve on the left or -ve on the right. The tally ended up to 6 poz and 14 neg. A jar was put under his hole to release the loads. All which he gulped without a thought. I was fixated on this scene. Next scene was when he was in the bathtub and now I can hear what was being said... "You're done with this aren't you?" Klaus whispered into his ears.. "Yep, no more.." "Bye bye then.." Ludvig uncapped the bottle of Truvada, dropping the pills. Now it was him in the same sling he had been, holding the piss. They were only 6 men now, Klaus and Ludvig included. It had been 6 hours since they left him. "Cameron, you've been nothing short of amazing these past few months. We admire your dedication and your willingness to be a part of us." Ludvig began. "We think that the time's now and we couldn't be more ready to have us be a part of you forever.." Klaus continued "Your check last month came out negative and you've been off prep for 2 weeks now. We've stopped our meds for a year now. If timing's right, it's the perfect time to breed" "Are you ready for your final training?" Cameron, spun and high as he was, replied lucidly. "Yes. Make me a part of the family." For the next 40 minutes, each of the men took their turn to fill Cameron up with their potent seed. When the plug was first pulled out, there was barely any piss leaking. Klaus came in the most, at about 7 times. When the plug was put back on, Cameron was left in the sling again. A time lapse then showed about 4 hours passing before Ludvig came into to unhook him. His legs were shaking, almost impossible to make a step. He had to be supported by another guy who had left 4 loads in him. A towel was also placed around him. In his limps, his hole was still leaking. The final scene was Cameron in bed, sleeping soundly with Klaus spooning him. The end credit showed a web screenshot of a test, labelled positive with Cameron's full name at the bottom. Right as it ended, Ludvig held my head to lean in for a kiss. We embraced and I now heard footsteps coming in. In the flesh, Klaus and Cameron appeared in the room, under the projection lighting they stood watching us. We didn't stop. I caught a glance of Cameron who is now completely different. He had tattoos across his shoulder and arms. Klaus on the other hand looked shorter and was still clean shaved. By now, my high had increased tenfold and I started to spun. I was trying to catch up with my breathing and paused myself from Ludvig. Cameron came down to me, "I know that look. You're ready aren't you?" I only nodded, eyes glossier than before. Klaus then said.. "Let the party begin now, yes?" The next thing I know, I was carried into a room with only a mattress on the floor. My limbs were tied like I had been before, but now tighter. My legs and arms were extended as far as I could, and I remembered the same jock being put on me by Cameron. A ball gag was placed into me and soon, Ludvig was setting up the cameras. A chest was brought in. Klaus took out a toy one by one, placing it in a row in front of me. Buttplugs and dildos to rings. I could only focus on my breaths, trying to process everything while I feel my nerves electrifying more than I could possibly imagine. Anything they did contributed to the pleasure I was experiencing. Klaus then passed a string of anal beads to Ludvig who now inserted in me. Before the first ball, he informed me that more of the T was going in. "I've lubed this with more shards to make this a night you won't forget" I took all 6 beads in. The 3 men stared in amazement. Cameron took the liberty to pull it all out in a single move. It felt amazing. I started to drool in the gag. Then, I felt a strong whip on my back. I screamed. "We're going to oscillate tonight. Let's see if you can handle that" And so in the next couple of hours, my pain and pleasure threshold were put to a test. I felt the whip tearing my skin while I had buttplugs of different sizes inserted in me. I was at their disposal in every way. Things took a turn when a hollow plug was placed in me and Cameron, who was harder on me than the other 2, came behind me to relieve himself. I felt his warm piss in me slowly filling my hole up with him telling how much of a bitch I was and how I'm just another pig like he was. When he finished, all of them took a break. Klaus circled around me with his phone. He then raised to make a call. "Hey Chris, you free to load a bitch tonight? It's like Cameron all over again." I could only stare at Klaus as he ended the call, smiling and crouching down to me to tap my face. "Tonight is going to be an experience like no other. We've learnt some new stuff and are more experimental now.." Ludvig then pulled out the plug from me, plugging it with another metal one to keep Cameron's piss. He too came up to tell me how happy he was to find me and how my life is going to change forever..

[think before following links] [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kgHjZutxhzkc I need a man who can pound me like this…. did anyone know who the top is?

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

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

Curiosity is good. It shows you have an interest in exploring your sexuality. Prep is a part of my sex life. I do not seek or desire HIV/AIDS. It also helps reduce the thought of such from any encounters. I played safe thru the AIDS horrors and believe it saved my life. Bareback and breeding increase the shared intimacy and allows for the participants to feel truly bonded. Until you're on Prep, just think about raw sex.

Love to fuck my wife as my hole is dripping. I had a few lunch time fun while wife away in the afternoon. Ill get home before her and when she gets home Ill get her in the mood and fuck her. I can feel the dripping down my leggs as i fuck her.

A few months back I met a horny older bottom in the gym sauna who enjoyed sitting on my cock. We got so riled up I eventually invited him back to my place so we could finish up. He was fine with bareback, but for some reason despite all the precum I put in him, he insisted I pull out. Of course, I said I would, but I did not. I pretended I was, but really it just meant I pulled out as I was cumming, still getting most of my load in him. I feel like guys like that really want that anyway, to have someone violate their "consent" anyway. I find it kind of insulting and misinformed. It's an unruly demand to make guys pull out this day and age when you can protect yourself or choose not to do bareback. For the rest of us, we have seed to spread.

My ex wife threw me out of the house when she found out I did Tina and got fucked by men. I literally giggled in her face, she freed me to be a pig, no need to hide my using, fucking and perversity. Immediately rented a room from my dealer , got more t and the celebrated with a black tranny hooker with a 9 inch cock and a filthy weekend at a bathouse and took 18 loads in 2 days

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

I love saunas or bath houses. I actually love walking in and out. As the people who see. Know I am going into to be fucked or coming out I make sure I lovely wet spot to show I am leaking from a loaded up cunt. The look of shock on some faces...and occasionally get a comment about being a diseased faggot which I love. My favourite is a quick sauna to get some heat in my body and sweat rolling. Then to a room door opened on all fours cunt up and lubed.....love the feeling of a naked strange cock working in its head. Then away we go.

I love going to bathhouses- but haven’t been to one in years-used to travel for work and would hit up the local ones for some after work fun- I was in a relationship at the time and that made it more fun, fucking around. I loved getting as much dick as possible every time I went and had some crazy scenes. once I was getting fucked in the sling with a small group watching , waiting for their turn- one cock in my ass, one in my mouth- any guy wearing a condom - I’d pull it off- then I’d get fucked raw. In that small group was a co- worker who I always thought was a stud- hairy fucker - blew his 9 inch cock deep inside me then shoved it down my throat- it was pretty funny seeing him the next day in the office fun times

Very hot!

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 3 Don't read this if ur not into party drugs, drug use, bareback sex, immoral behavior, or anything taboo. Otherwise, enjoy! Darius must have been confused when he came in. He’d been gone for only a few minutes but the scene he’d left was no where to be found. What had replaced it was a giant beast of a man, plowing his heavy uncut meat into the tight, tortured asshole of a teenage wrestler who was waaaaaaaaay over his head. Tim might have been begging for this creature to stop, but his mouth was full of jockstrap and his hands were tied behind his back with his own undershirt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks into the dirty carpet, and I couldn’t have cared less. Looking up at the nude black Adonis in front of me I opened my mouth and accepted his cock into my gullet and down past my tonsils. Occasionally Tim would wiggle, trying to escape the fucking he’d brought upon himself, and if I’d been in control I might have been able to let him go, but the Tina was in charge now, and all I could do was watch and pity the boy as my body destroyed him. “Fuck yeah coach, swallow my jizz.” Darius screamed as he filled me with my first black load. Most went down my throat to feed the Tina monster, but some bubbled up and out between the sides of his cock and my tightly stretched lips. When he finally pulled his spent Dick free of my suckling hungry hole, I could tell the monster had something it needed to say. “You made me do this Tim,” the voice erupted from my own throat. “Now take what you wanted. Take it all. TAKE ALL MY CUM!!!!!!” The next thing I knew I came to on top of Tim’s body. He shook softly, crying but trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the beast. Horrified at what I’d done, I pulled my spent, cum soaked pens from his gaping, torn asshole, and pulled the gag from his mouth, asking if he was alright. He looked at me like I was no longer the beloved coach he’d trusted and befriended. Now he only saw me as a host for the nasty, raw, destructive madman that ruined his virgin boy butt. I needed to make him see that it wasn’t me, it was the drugs and the desire. He had to know that I’d never hurt him like that. “little bitch came all over my rug while you was breedin’ his pussy,” Darius drew my attention to where Tim’s Dick had been trapped between his body and the floor. Sure enough, a puddle of white sperm had collected. Looking at his crotch, it was obvious he’d cum a lot, since it ran from his belly button down through his small patch of pubs and all over his hips, balls, and cock. I took the shredded boxer briefs from where I’d dropped them after I ripped them off his calves before spreading his legs and… “Fuck I’m sorry Tim,” I used the torn fabric to wipe him clean. “Are you okay?” “Just untie my hands okay, please.” His voice was low and submissive. His cock was hardening in my hands while I cleaned him, but his face showed how ashamed it made him. I agreed to untie him, helping him up onto his knees so he could turn around. Now that he could hide his hardening 18 year old Dick, He would feel less embarrassed while I let him loose. Still unstable, he lost his balance and thrust one knee out onto the couch so he wouldn’t fall. Reaching out to steady him, I looked at where I grabbed him and realized his butt cheeks were spread and his puffy aggravated hole was exposed. With one finger I reached closer and brush the hole, making his butt spasm, forcing a thick drop of my cum out. My cock twitched and I felt the drugs taking hold again. Whispering things like ‘it’s okay’ and ‘just relax,’ I took the undies in my hand and gently swept them over his cheeks and hole, cleaning him up and making him relax. “Damn this boy wants more!” Darius exclaimed, reaching out and pushing Tim’s hard cock back so it hung between his legs below his hole. My meat was almost fully hard again. “No I don’t Darius. Just untie me Coach, I can’t control it.” Tim begged, looking back over his shoulder as I stood up until my steely penis was wedged between his smooth teen thighs. “Please Coach, I don’t want to get hard, I have no control over my body.” “Then you understand why I can’t stop what I’m about to do to you.” Tim screamed as my cock plowed all the way in again. It was going to be a long night. ……………. “So after I found out one of my former athletes had dropped out of school and got hooked on drugs, I created senior seminar to make sure they had a future.” I hadn’t told Mac any of the sexual stuff or the fact that Tim didn’t quit school until after he spent a weekend getting gangbanged by me and a bunch of guys Darius lined up. All he heard was my dream to start a gym leading to a job at the school, where I hated teaching English and eventually created this class to provide something more worth while to the kids. “These days I only teach the seminar and a junior level test prep course. That way I can focus on creating great students and great athletes and never letting one of my kids end up at the mercy of some drugged up pervert ever again.” “who was that?” Mac asked me, and I realized I had said too much. “Nobody, just an example.” I smiled and changed the subject to see what sports Mac liked to play. Thank goodness for seminar and some random boys in Denver. I’d been able to keep all the graduates from meeting the monster inside me as long as they were sent to college far away. As for the boys I used in their place, they were all druggy sluts anyway, so it was already too late for them once I let the beast loose. Speaking of the beast, my cock was telling me it’d been far too long since I’d gotten high and used some unsuspecting young hole for my pleasure. It hardened as I remembered the last man, who’s face turned into Mac’s when I realized I’d totally forgotten we were talking. “Sorry, what did you say?” I asked hoping he hadn’t noticed my hand stroking my Dick through my pocket. “I said I always wanted to try wrestling, maybe you can show me some moves sometime?” smiling his million dollar smile at me again stirred something I knew I needed to avoid. The rest of the day, everytime I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mac’s smile as my Dick tore open his sweet 20 yr old ass. The beast was tired of sluts. I just hoped I could control it until Mac was gone, because I didn’t see him taking it as well as Tim had, especially since Mac was engaged to a girl back home

Part 7 Jason brought a rollaway cot and had Scott restrained on his belly and once that was done he and Bear, Jayden and Ben each got their bottom boys rigs ready by first slamming about a third of the fullest rigs they have ever seen and then after releasing their tourniquets pulling back on the plungers to fill them with their positive blood. Bobby and Greg had anxious looks on their faces as they have both fantasized about getting tied up and slammed with poz blood and tina. Bobby had asked if they could restrain him completely and gag him to add to his fantasy and Jayden was happy to and told the others to do the same to their bottoms. Timmy and Scott looked at each other and both saw fear and panic and when Scott tried to struggle that made Timmy even more scared and he started to struggle too. “It looks like Scott and Timmy are having second thoughts” said Hank Jayden laughed and said, ”good thing they can’t move then” Jason looked at Scott and told him to relax as he put his hand on his chest and told him it will all be better soon, you and Timmy are going to be free. Scott and Timmy both settled down and Jason told everyone to find a vein and get ready as I want us to slam them all at the same time. Once everyone was all set Jason told them to push as the mix of tina and blood started to enter the boys. Jayden told Ben that since Timmy had just been slammed he should take most of this himself and only give Timmy a little more Tina plus of course your virus. Ben nodded but he knew what Jayden was doing as once he was rushing on such a huge hit he would lose his hardon and beg for cock and Jayden liked to put Ben in his place. Ben didn’t care but he did want to cum in Timmy so he hoped the rush helped him shoot before he had to stop pretending he was a top and take his place with the rest of the boys. As each needle was removed Phil, Brian and Hank wiped clean each boy’s arm as the tops were already plowing their boys. All around you could hear the bottoms cough and grunt then over the next few minutes all you could hear was flesh slapping and the boys moaning. Ben started pounded Timmy like a madman hoping the friction would keep him hard and Timmy was grunting as he wasn’t yet use to such a pounding and didn’t expect it from his buddy. Jayden called over to Ben and taunted him to see if he could stay hard long enough to breed Timmy and Ben could only moan in reply. Ben’s rush was hitting him so hard and he wanted to switch places with Timmy so bad but just then Brian, Hank and Phil came to his rescue. Brian slid up Ben’s ass as Hank grabbed his tits and Phil pulled Ben’s face to the side and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Ben was lost in the pleasure he felt and started to fuck Timmy even faster and harder as that could Brian’s cock in his ass to go just as fast and hard and in under a minute he starter to scream as he filled Timmy with his load. The guys helped Ben to the floor and Brian started fucking him again as Hank took position to enter Timmy. Jayden smiled as he watched Ben and once Ben was being fucked Jayden turned his attention back to Bobby. He removed his gag and yelled for everyone else to do so also so that they could hear the boys begging. He then looked back into Bobby’s eyes and called him a slut and told him tonight he would never forget as started to get his fingers into Bobby at the same time he kept fucking him. Bobby started to beg to be stretched more and Jayden told him that he wasn’t going to stop until he could get both hands inside of him and then shoved two more fingers into the boy and at that Bobby’s eyes rolled back and his cock while still soft started to shoot off. Jayden announced that his bitch was cumming from getting his hole destroyed. Jason was going easy on Scott and asked him how he was going. “Oh god, Jason, I feel so good. I didn’t know it would feel so good. Wow, faster and harder.” “Yeah, that’s a good boy. You may be Timmy’s Daddy but you’re now my subby and I plan on getting you in my sling many times. I want to have a party where everyone is a top except you and Timmy and you can both get fucked and bred dozens of times. Do you want that Scottie boy?” “Fuck yeah, I want it now. Call me Scottie boy again!” “Oh little Scottie boy loves being my boy, don’t you? I bet you want to call me Daddy too” “Daddy, Daddy harder please” “Oh Scottie boy we are going to have so much fun” Bear told Greg to get ready for his first load and then slammed into the boy all the way and held him tight as his club shoot deep into him. He bent down and kissed Greg and told him that he was happy to have him as his son and told him when he gets the flu he should call him so that can celebrate. As Bear pulled out Phil was there to enter the boy next. Bear went over to Jason and said we need more tops for these boys or they’re gonna kill us, do you mind if I call a few friends. Now that the clubs are closing I know some guys that would love to join us. Jason told him to get as many as he could. Bear made two calls and twenty minutes later eight of his friends showed up and they enjoyed the fucked up bottoms that were all begging for their poz cum. One of the new guys asked is it ok to breed them with my toxic load and then they were all told that every one of the bottoms was converting tonight. The new guys gave the other tops a much needed break and the party went on. Around noontime the next day people started to leave and the party finally started to wind down. Jason passed out some pills that helped everyone left crash and soon the house was quiet again.

I think younger than 12 really. my father molested and raped me my entire life and i loved it! i wish when i was 10 my father and i couldve been open about our relationship. plus my dad wouldve let me dress like a little girl everyday