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Had a couple of smokes the other night …and that always gets me horny …and mellow …so thought id go see if there was anything going on in the park down the road…its a biggish place and backs on to some woodland …lots of paths and places to get out of sight. Any how I wander down the usual paths see what’s about. Its warm at the mo and light enough to see where I was going …first bloke I saw was walking his dog …didn’t know if he was looking or not …then round the back of the toilet block (its locked at 6pm) there was a bloke in his 40s getting sucked by a skinny chav lad …bit of a oh shit look in the blokes eyes but I nodded and moved in closer and he relaxed in to the BJ again …the lad was bent over in joggers and seemed cool for me to join in. I put my hand down the back of his pants and was stroking his arse and fingering his already wet hole …BJ bloke said “just fucked him” …I was hard and really liked the idea of some sloppy seconds …I hitched the lads pants down and got my hard cock out rubbing his wet hole …pushing in easy till I was balls deep …felt like he had a good load in there and as I fucked my cock came out cummy …nice …I pumped the lad for a bit and was on the edge for a while but didn’t cum …I pulled out and the lad started to suck my cock clean …BJ bloke lent in and snogged me for a bit …his hard cock was quite big 8?9? ..thick and uncut …no wonder I got in the lads hole so easy …”want this in ya mate “ BJ Bloke said and I just let him spin me round and start to rub his wet cock on my hole …chav lad now wanking a nice ginger cock and I snogged hime for a bit thinking he was fucking young ….I was eating the lads face when BJ Bloke got balls deep in me …fuck it was a tight fit ….I got bent forward and was holding on to chav lads hips as BJ fucked me slow and deep …I got the lads cock in my mouth and enjoyed the spit roast for a bit …lad said “fuck mate!” And unloaded a killer load in my mouth …loved it …swallowed and kept sucking till he said ..cheers mate and was off …BJ bloke started to really fuck me hard and I ended up against the toilet block wall ….was really going for it ….”oh mate really want to cum in ya” I said “go for it”…he slammed me a couple more times and unloaded in me …fuck it was hot…he was cock away and he was off this time. I hadn’t cum yet and was walking back and saw dog walker coming the other way …he was pocket wanking …so walked to some bushes and he joined me …50s bald stocking and hairy …got my cock out and he sucked it for a bit and I asked if he wanted fucking …yeah! …fingered his hole he sucked me .. I wasn’t far off so I pulled him off my cock and tried to get in his hole …he asked if I had any Johnnys and I said no …now wanking his 6” chub cock and gushing premium over his hole …I finally got in and giving him the length of my cock slowly with some spit as lube …I fucked him for a while (hairy arse ;-P) and was starting to cum when he asked if id pull out …too fucking late mate and I put a massive load up him….just said “fuck mate sorry”…and pulled out cum running down in to his pants …”never mind” he said …and I fucked off home and showered

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 67: Dad on Dad Once the waiter left, my step dad told my real dad that neither had fucked the other in ages, but that was all about to change. My real dad told me sorry you've had your fun already, now it's our turn. He did have a special request for me to video them, and I agreed. Both dads were already hard from seeing the waiters cock, especially my real dad hoping his twin could also be there and DP him just like they did his son. My step dad was hard trying to figure out how he could get in on the action. They started by 69ing each other. Both had already started to pre cum some and my real dad said there was nothing better than the taste of highly charged cum. My step dad agreed. They both agreed that whomever came first would be the one to get fucked first so they would have some time to recharge and fuck the other. My real dad shot his load first, and my step dad immediately mounted him after they kissed and swapped his cum. They both fucked each other hard and primal, with plenty of hot poz talk. Although I thought it might be a romantic session, it was anything but that. My step dad fucked my dad without mercy, spitting in his face, reminding him that he was fucking him just like he use to breed him. After my step dad flooded his guts, we again got in bed together with me between my two dads. They both had huge smiles on their faces, and my dad told my step dad he loved how the session reminded him of the first time they had piggy sex together. He told me that in fact it was the first time he had ever truly had piggy sex with anyone before, and how he had converted. My step dad then kissed me and said he guessed that's where I got my desire for piggy sex. My step dad thought he heard his wife getting back, and threw on his swim shorts, and got into the shower to make it look like he was coming from the pool. While my step dad was in the shower, my real dad told me he wanted me to fuck him for the first time. I told him I was wondering when he would ask! He told me my step dad had said I've become a good top, but practice makes perfect. My dad said if I was half the top that I was at a bottom, that would be great. After my step dad left, my real dad and I made out some, and before I made love to him, he said I've told you this before, but I will again. He said that he had never thought about pozzing me, at least not initially. He said he was somewhat suprised on how quickly I came to that decision with my step dad. In fact, he was suprised on how quickly I learned to like M2M sex. My real dad said he was vers, bur had always yearned to have my cock buried in him. With that he just said fuck me son. I told him that I wasn't going to fuck him, but make love to him. He smiled and said my step dad had taught me well. I then told him to get on his back, so that I could first eat his loaded ass. I remembered what he said about nothing tastes better than highly charged cum. I don't know that it actually tasted much, if any different though. Perhaps it did, or maybe it was just a mind fuck. I got as much cum out of his ass as I could with my tongue, and bent over to kiss him before I started to make love to him. Our session was very verbal, but in a loving way. My dad would say things like that's my boy, great job son, make love to me as i did to you, etc. I was also verbal by telling my dad I loved him, and I was so happy that he had came into my life again, and celebrated my new life, making me closer than we had ever been. I told him deep in my heart, I knew he wanted to be the one to first teach me about M2M sex, but understood the timing wasn't right, and frankly I wasn't sure that I was ready for it anyway. I made love to my real dad the longest that I had ever made love before. Although my balls were aching, when I thought I was going to cum, we talked and kissed each other, with my cock motionless inside him. After about 40 minutes my balls couldn't take it anymore. I shoved my cock deep in him as far as I could, pulsing my load deep in him. We rolled over on our sides with me never taking my cock out of him. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and after some time, my flaccid cock slipped out of him, leaving a huge amount of cum on the sheets. Not only was it a long session, but my edging in him built up quite a load.

I’ve been doing anon pump and dump scenarios periodically over the last 10 years across mostly Canada and occasionally the US as both a top and bottom and I thought that I’d draft a guide document for anyone thinking of organizing it to be a cumdump bottom for the first time. Hope this helps and let me know if I’ve forgotten anything. Checklist of main things to pack (not exhaustive): Change of clothes Lube (I prefer vaseline as the main lubricator- cheap and will keep your hole operational the entire night and in addition, a small sized silicone lube placed on the bed where the top can spot it in low lighting. I prefer small sizes because I’ve had a top be way too excessive with the lube. Totally wasteful and messy) Condoms (obviously not our preference but I’ve found having it explicitly stated as an option in your ad raises your response rate substantially. You can always request them to cum on your hole afterwards or get the load out of the used condom afterwards. I’ve had some hot straight guys that will only do safe. Best not to restrict your options imo) Jockstraps (I bring spares because when one is soaked with cum and cold and clammy it’s a bit uncomfortable) Poppers (make sure the tops dont steal it afterward. I like the european ones that have the evaporation resistant caps so the poppers stay strong and avoids spillage which has happened to me before due to clumsiness and not being able to see) glasses/ contact case and solution (hotel rooms are dry and my eyes dry out after a couple fucks) Blindfold (the first few times I did it I cheated and used a see through blindfold (amazon) because I was scared that something would happen. But now I do it properly using a cheapie I think I got from dollar store - more of an immersive experience and I think the really paranoid discrete ones are more comfortable with a heightened level of anonymity. This is optional for some people depending on their comfort level I think. I don’t recommend going for any kinky mask or gear or hood etc without clearing it with your respondent first. I remember showing up as an anon top to a hotel room and the btm was decked out in gear. I would normally be ok with it but was just surprised and kinda pissed that he didnt at least give me a heads up. Laptop and hdmi cord (if you plan to play porn as an ambience. Personally when topping I’ve found the porn volume to be distracting if too loud and was a little nervous the neighbors would hear. Also you might not want to pull out anything too kinky. Alot of the respondents are straight and/or new to gay sex. They’re delicate - don’t weird em out before you get their load) Water (stay hydrated. Try to avoid eating though and absolutely no coffee unless you want to spend another 45 min douching) Phone charger Anything you need for comfort or to keep you entertained during your downtime when you’re waiting for the next guy Any cosmetic or bathroom items that you might need Duck tape (I use this to keep the door from locking. More sustainable than using the door latch which I’ve found some tops reset) Cap, optional (I like the sporty look.. Plus added bonus of keeping the tops from grabbing your hair if they make you suck their dick) Mouthwash (some guys will surprise you with unexpected kissing and cuddling so best have good breath in preparation for that. I personally love it when blindfolded - really heightens the experience without having the person’s attractiveness bias your state of mind.) Bottle douche or small plastic bottle of water Plastic bag (to put all your gross stuff in when you’re done) Any party drugs that you might use, a cumdump session is a good time for them (I guess kinda controversial but it makes it funner. Dont go overboard as you still want to retain the ability to react if the top starts to do sketchy shit like try and steal from you or be overly rough or something. I’ve never had any major problems like stealing etc. but I’ve had one guy be overly rough with a thick 8 incher - honestly not cool at all even with poppers and makes subsequent fucks less enjoyable and less accessible as the muscles tighten up. Since then it’s something that I keep in mind. Honestly, having a clear mind is much more enjoyable for me in my experience than say getting drunk before doing it. One of the cool things about anon is your heightened sense of awareness as you hear the top open the door, hear his belt buckle and his zip and feeling his body warmth before feeling his cock. It’s fun) Tips: Location is very important - don’t just choose a hotel/motel carelessly. I think tops are more likely to travel to you if it’s close by so pick somewhere densely populated. One time I picked a hotel that was right beside a truck stop rest area and got a good bit of trucker loads. Certain hotels have put in curfews due to covid where you need your room key to enter the front entrance. This sucks but is generally restricted to 3.5/4+ star hotels. A huge chunk of your respondents are discrete and some of them are next level paranoid. I’ve had guys cancel because the room location required that they pass through the lobby as opposed to being accessible from the parking lot. I personally use super 8 or travelodge if the location is ok because of parking lot access, price and I think they are less likely to react if they notice guys showing up . I’ve found the best rates to be on hotwire. I don't think it's a good idea to use your home as an anon pump n dump location. Although you're saving money, I think you risk theft of your possessions and revealing your identity to someone you may know or who may use this information against you. Not worth it. Call ahead (like the morning of) and request early check in. If they have clean rooms most will be ok with it. I’ve gotten in as early as 10 am (normal check in is 3pm) before. The more time you have the more loads you can get. Scheduling has never kinda worked for me. I think a reasonable standard allotment would be a 30 min interval. Most guys cum quick- like 5 min or less. I’ve found that being open about possible overlaps is preferable than having them be surprised. Remember, some of them are delicate - they will flee at the first sign of something not going according to plan. Douching needs to be done exhaustively until the juices run clear. Remember that you’re planning to get fucked for a long time frame so make sure you do it properly. I use a hose attachment that connects to my shower fixture( you can find it on amazon). Unfortunately, most hotels’ shower fixture can’t attach to it so you need a separate bottle douche or if you’re ghetto like me use a bottle of water (thin plastic is easier). Try to watch your diet the day before - keep it minimal and no coffee and no fatty foods. Avoid eating during your cumdump hours Obviously use a throwaway email account. Protect your identity and dont have your name anywhere. If you’re doing this locally, use a different grindr account. The last thing you want to do is hurt your normal hookup chances because the guys in your area now know you’re into anon cumdumping. In fact, it might be better to just head out of town and slut it up where no one knows you or could somehow recognize you. Most guys will be fine but a small set of guys will be troublesome. Occasionally you may come across tops that takes a wayyy too long a time to cum (imo 1hr+ cuz they want to edge and didnt bring it up beforehand is unacceptable), or that try to hang around and watch without asking (yes, very creepy), or that just can’t get it up at all (it happens, no judgement, but sucks from a sex point of view), or that completely ditch the concept of a pump n dump and start doing everything from massages to small talk to whatever (breeding is #1 priority!). This point might be controversial because I think some bottoms might take submissiveness to the extreme and just allow the top to do whatever but I feel like this approach can definitely screw up your plans for the day. The way I approach these scenarios is to be polite but clearly communicate that I’m not comfortable with this or that and if things really cant get back on track, then I suggest that maybe things arent working well today and maybe we should just call it off or take a break or something. Don’t be judgemental or critical - it might not be their fault or they didn’t understand the scenario or something. Be mindful that you are after all in a room alone with a stranger. Be kind but communicate clearly if you’re uncomfortable. Secure your valuables. Ideally the room has a safe. If it doesn’t, might be better to keep your wallet etc in the car than risk the chance of being exposed to theft. Keep any stuff that needs to be in the room hidden to minimize temptation. Just in case Example Ad template: Obviously, your ad is super important. Your goal is to maximize the number of loads you can get and you want to communicate your expectations as clearly as possible. Definitely include a picture as it will hugely affect your response rate. Spend some time to try and get a good butt shot that hopefully will pass through doublelist and locanto’s restrictions. I personally like natural lighting and an angle that makes your butt look as big as possible.I have no idea what their criteria is. I’ve had some butt pics pass but be rejected in a later ad and vice versa. Remember to renew your ads and repost them on the day. The majority of my respondent demographic has always been guys in their 40s to 50s, some married. So imo it makes sense to renew after standard work hours when they’re likely to be home and have free time. Make sure that all your stats and details are correct. I think many guys when browsing will be suspicious of fake ads so try and aim to be clear so there is no misunderstanding. Craigslist was by far the best platform for this kind of thing but y’know rip. I use squirt message boards, doublelist, locanto, bbrt and grindr. Takes some micromanaging but the more you can distribute your ad the higher the rate will be. Though understandably you may have preferences on the kinds of guys you want showing up, consider that 1) you wont see them anyways, you’ll just feel their dick if they stick to the standard pump n dump expectation 2) the majority of guys wont show up so you might not want to be too picky. I personally still request basic stats (though most will send in the first email) just because it’s nice to visualize when getting fucked by him and helps me kinda keep track of my fucks for the day. A template of one I used this past weekend is below. Other examples can be found in the cumdump poppers trainer video (google it). I posted an initial one 2 weeks before the date I was kinda aiming for to get an idea if anyone would be interested before committing to booking and setting a date. I then edited it the Friday of the weekend to include the date and location and either refreshed it or just posted a new ad. I got a decent response rate but I think there’s room for improvement. Just my speculation but I think certain key words in your ad might help or hinder you depending on the culture of your area eg cumdump, loads, pump n dump. Calgary kinda sucks for this kind of thing anyway. My largest response rate has been in Seattle so far. Pride week especially in whatever city is also a great time. Most guys regardless of city will not follow through, maybe 10-20% on an average session will legit show up. Saturdays or public holidays are good days to set up — Hoping to organize an anonymous pump and dump scenario at my hotel room. Me: <insert your stats> Scenario: The door will be left propped open. When you come in, the room will be dark and quiet and I'll be naked ass up face down blindfolded and in a jockstrap. Lube and condoms (optional) will be to the side of the bed. Pull your cock out, use my ass to bust a load, then zip up and head out. No strings, no complications, no bs. Just straightforward easy and convenient fucking. Completely discrete. I haven't set a date or location yet - just trying to get an idea if anyone would be interested. Serious only. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. — Overall, if you’re new to anon fun and thinking of trying it, I say take the plunge and go for it. It’s a different experience from a normal hookup and one major advantage is that a surprising number of hot (based on cock/body pic and when I used to cheat with my blindfold) straight/bi (unconfirmed) discrete guys will show up for this. It definitely helps though to do a bit of planning or think some things through beforehand.

I have been dabbling with cumdumping for several years now and never fully accepted my role. For some reason I always felt guilty or ashamed after whoring myself. Well finally the planets have all lined up apparently and I have finally shook this every persistent feeling of remorse. I am finally feeling good, proud and accomplished after taking annon loads. And more importantly I am wanting more when its over. It is like a switch just flipped in me overnight, Has anyone else experienced this sudden extremly quick feeling of enlightenment?

yesterday at the sauna I was fucked 12 times. More than ever before in one day. Four loads, all but one via the glory holes which, for a change, were really busy. It's weird how sometimes they're busy, but more often than not the darkroom is the place where it all goes on. Anyway, the last load ... there was a young Middle Eastern guy who I'd encountered earlier, while he chatted with someone else. I made it clear he'd be welcome to fuck me. A while later, I went into the darkroom and realised he was sitting in there. I knelt down and started sucking him, then decided to lube him up. I've started sucking a lot more then lubing guys up. I've found it a good way of testing them out, to see if they might be up for fucking (bareback). Most of the time they are. I stood up, turned round then positioned myself on the guy's cock. It wasn't long, but it was really thick. Considering I'd been fucked at least half a dozen times already, it didn't take much to open me up. I started riding him, but after a few minutes he suggested changing positions, so he could fuck me properly. Once I was bent over the bench, he pounded away. It wasn't long before he said that he was going to cum (I'd already whispered into his ear that I wanted him to come in me). Sure enough, I felt underneath and as he pulled away from me his cum was running out of my arse. As he had said, not a lot, but still a nice load.

I012-06-02 I had just finished shaving my whole body smooth and hairless, head to toe. That way all my custom fitted leathers and gear would fit ever so snug and tight to every mucle on my body. In addition, I had found most MASTERS perfer hairless slaves, as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. I slid-on my cock and ball rings and stretchers, then pulled on my super tight unlined black leather jeans over my legs and over my ass cheeks, with a thick belt closing it all in, but all so buldging out. Harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. I tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt, just in case I met a MASTER who wanted to hood 'n' collar me in public. I had only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them. I like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my veins. I need to call my dealer and see if I can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. If you needed it, he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of the fact. He was not black, but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. Most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. They were always around Brent and I even had to pass through them at his front door. Once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. I showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "That's cool man, you lookin' like Shaft." "White boy want to be black?" "Boy wanna have black man in it?" We were already in Brent's office as two of the big black thugs were man-handling me like a side of beef. I was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of their pants. One black dude liked my leather clad body and said "I wanna fuck your ass, boy. You a tweaker-boy? I know you are 'cause you're here to buy shit." By this time I had forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. "I wanna slam you full of meth boy, and then have a black man's way with a white boy. You're gonna like it cause I'm gonna give it to ya nice and strong, and then your gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig, so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks." I could hear Brent's voice from across the room "Got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. He's one of my regular customers and I don't think you two will have any issues with him." Before I knew it I was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind my back. The black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. My jeans were pulled down to my boots, my ass exposed and a horny black man turned me about. I then felt a cold swab on my arm and a tie off. Then, without a word, I felt a sharp prick and heard someone ask of someone else "Are you filming this?" My whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire. I began to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. I heard them laugh out as I became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. Before I could start begging for cock, both my ass and mouth were filled with thick African man meat. I was theirs, and belonged to them as they controlled me, as admittedly I wanted to be controlled: a white slave for black tops. All night long I was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. My legs chained high over my head and arms spread out, I could see a black guy's reaction as he slid his dick into my hole and at same time slammed my arm vein. He smiled and grinned a wicked smirk as he pushed down the plunger, sending all the meth into my body. I remember feeling his cock swell, becoming even harder and fuller as if he felt could feel, through my ass wall tissue, the rush I was experiencing. "I like to drug and fuck white boys 'til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black man's man juice."

Seriously? Australia seems a bit white-washed to a native NYer, though I'll admit that I've never had sex with anyone who was Australian Indigenous or Maori, so I guess geography does matter in these things. Living in the most diverse metro area in the world, those two ethnic groups along with Inuit are the only three major ethnic groups that I have never had the opportunity to have a sexual encounter with a man from said groups - I do so love all varieties of men but representatives of those three groups are scarce even here... I can see I am going to have my work cut out for me this summer @TaKinGDeePanaland while I had in the past been known to wear out many a bottom, that WAS at my physical peak. I find now at 60 that I require a bit more time building up and a few more short breaks in any session...

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.

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

You're a cocksucker. How did you become one?

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.

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?

Young Braisilian guy who fucked me last week came back today fucked me again, this time I did get his name at the end he came in stripped and then seriously rimmed me and then munched on my hole until he pushed in raw. He then pile drived itno my ass, telling me not to move off his cock and making me stay in the exact same position as he literally bashed into my prostrait this went on for at least 20 minutes until he shot a huge load in my guts, I was literally dripping. These young guys cum so much Then he got dressed, I leaned in to kiss him and say thanks but he said, "I dont kiss" and then left

It's Victoria long weekend here in Canada! Yesterday my 32 yo Vietnamese vers pigboi came over after his work. I got properly douched. Clothes came off in a few seconds. Swords were in a sword fight (LOL!). I got to rimming his hole first when he got on his tummy on my bed. I followed the rimming with a bit of fucking. He wanted to suck my cock. He licked one finger, and in it went into my hole. Then finger #2. Then finger #3. No lube at this point. His fingers were trying to get in deeper. This gets me very hard. I told him I couldn't hold back my 4-day load. He kept his 3 fingers in me. And there... A huge load got deposited down his throat! He had cummy lips which I got to taste! With my hole opened up, he entered me on my side. He fucked and came in me before on my side. This time we switched up so I was on my back with my legs up around his ears. I kept squeezing his hard cock as he was fucking me. He told he was close. I squeezed my ass muscles even more. I could feel him squirting in me. I asked him to stay in me for a while longer. He did. Then I cleaned off his cummy cock. He wanted to rim my cummy hole. And I loved kissing him with his cummy smile! OINK! Afterwards, he went out to a local restaurant for steak and lamb dinner. Both us satisfied but oh so hungry for food.

Does anyone else have a regular that's kind of a hate fuck? There's a guy I dated for a month that I basically couldn't stand outside of a bedroom. We have nothing in common and he's really judgemental, but for some reason the sex is so hot. And for no real good reason, cause he has a smaller dick (~4.5"), and he basically just lays there. But he's so cocky about it that it's still hot. He thinks his cock is big because it's average thickness and he thinks he's hot shit (at 40 y/o) because he's fucked a handful of young people (girls incl, he's bi). Every time I hook up with him it's amazing but also reminds me why I don't hang out with him... Well I saw him last Friday cause he hit me with a "hey" text when I was horny. I also hate how little effort he puts in fucking me but it always works because well.. I'm always horny. We do almost the same exact thing every time. We make out on the couch and I suck him, he makes me strip then he gets on top of me (face to face with my legs back) and he tries to push in but he's just not good at sex for having a dick that short. He never gets in. Then he looks at me like "well, I tried for 5 seconds, your turn". So he lays down and I ride on top. At this point I know he's gonna cum in < 30 seconds so I basically blow as soon as possible while he shoots inside me. This is the hottest part to me, I will be in full control and can make him cum immediately. Most guys over 40 I have to put in some work but with him, it's just on demand. And then he kicks me out, even on a Friday he'll say he's going to bed and show me the door. The drive home I always think how he's so lucky he gets to fuck at all with the effort he puts in but there's just something about it that makes it a hot fuck every couple months.

Chapter 68: Double Stuffed My real dad and I slept on the sweat and cum soaked sheets for quite some time. The phone rang, waking us. It was the waiter telling me that he and his twin would come to my room. He then asked if the two hot daddies would be there also. I said at least one, but hopefully both. He said ether would be fine, both might be a challenge for them. I told him both of them really wanted them to DP them badly. He said he hoped their asses were both as tight as mine was. I laughed saying the grand canyon would be tight with both their cocks in it! The waiter said he would bring a special desert with him. Of course my real dad overheard most of the conversation and immediately got hard, as did I. I slipped in bed behind him, sticking my cock in his ass, but not fucking him. I then reached over and started playing with his cock. He asked if I thought my step dad would likely participate. I said I had a plan to get him to my room, but wasn't sure he'd get to participate much, but he could always schedule a private spa session before they left. I let my cock get flaccid, and threw on my swim trunks and started to put my plan into action. I knocked on my parents door, and mom answered. She said well there you are. I entered and said the sun at the pool wiped me out, and I fell asleep with my swimwear on. She said I can see. Dad just said hello sleepy head. I said you know me, I love spending time in bed whenever I can! My step dad told me I needed to become more active, and I agreed. I told him I planned to go to the hotel gym tonight, and maybe even for a run and that i wasn't the only one that needed to be more active. Mom chimed in by saying all that we ate this weekend, we all needed to be more active. Dad said he'd let me know later, as mom said she had some plans for the night. Mom said it would be fine if we hit the gym and took a run later. She said she would just call the waiter, and order a delicious desert while they exercised.

Still neg but my top daddy is poz undetectable. Only fuck me raw and breeds me.

I was always interested, well interested after I started watching porn with my older brother and his friends. They were all about the pussy but I was looking at the cocks. Years later I knew pussy didn't interest me and found an older man to fuck me. My first time was bare and he sent me home leaking.

Territorial tops bother me too. I am an equal opportunity cumdump and want everyone to get in as often as they like. I try to make this clear by saying I only fuck at bathhouses, I’m not into 1:1, I only fuck in common spaces. Given I only fuck in bathhouses, I don’t usually have an issue but there have been times a guy will stand around in the dark room and try to gatekeep other guys from fucking me or the dude will be insistent about taking me back to his room. There’s been a couple times I’ve had to pull off the blindfold and level with the guy in a much more serious tone. It’s not how I roll and he can either fuck the way I do or find another BTM. I appreciate the other guys who have been around in these instances to step in and help keep the vibe rolling. (If this has ever been you; thank you. I owe you.). I also don’t like territorial bottoms. I’d rather sideline and watch another dude take a cock than attempt to sabotage his good time. I appreciate the tops that unload in me but I don’t resent them for pulling out and trying another hole.

If I was your boss I would've sucked it out of your hole. And hoped you didn't ding me for a hostile work environment. 😉 But in all seriousness, being fisted does NOT correlate with incontinence unless you've been injured. Your ass muscles is VERY strong a resilient. I got fisted a LOT when I was younger and I'm not incontinent now. Ask any leather daddy bottom who's been in the scene for years and he doesn't wear diapers because he was fisted. That's a sex negative myth.

As I walked into the quiet church on a peaceful Monday afternoon, I found Maria eagerly waiting for me near the entrance. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and I could tell she had exciting news to share about our outreach program. The absence of the usual Sunday service created a serene atmosphere, allowing us to focus solely on our conversation. "Jack, I'm so glad you could make it," Maria greeted me with a warm smile. "We have some incredible updates to discuss." Returning her smile, I nodded appreciatively. "Of course, Maria. I'm eager to hear how our outreach efforts are spreading." As we strolled through the empty pews, Maria couldn't contain her excitement. She painted vivid pictures with her words, describing our outreach program as a virus of love and compassion that was infecting hearts and transforming lives. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and gratitude for being part of this movement. She shared stories of individuals who had initially been resistant but eventually succumbed to the infectious power of kindness and acceptance. Their lives had been touched, and they, in turn, had become carriers of this life-affirming virus, spreading it to others in their communities. It was a beautiful analogy that captured the essence of what we were trying to achieve. As Maria continued to recount the successes of our outreach program, I marveled at the impact we were making. The thought of being a catalyst for positive change and witnessing the transformation of lives filled me with an indescribable joy. The fire within me, once fueled by anger and resentment, had been replaced by a burning passion for this work. We reached the back offices. Maria stopped before a door and said: "In here, we will find our next project. The next sinner." My curiosity piqued as Maria hinted at a new opportunity. I followed her lead, stepping into the dimly lit hallway that led to the office. The air was heavy with anticipation, mingling with the scent of old books and polished wood. As we entered the office, a scene unfolded before us that caught us completely off guard. There, in a rather compromising position, was Maria's father, the pastor. His startled expression mirrored our own shock as he scrambled to compose himself. "Father!" Maria exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and disappointment. She was such a good actress. The pastor stumbled to his feet, his face flushed with embarrassment. He hastily adjusted his dishevelled clothing, his attempts at recovery only amplifying the awkwardness of the situation. Next to him on the office floor lied a naked choir boy. 18 or 19 years old, a big dick prodding out of his robes who tried to cover himself. "No need", said Maria who held her Phone in hand and shot a photo of the situation. Her Father with a wet mouth and the young man with his dick out. "Who is that?" I asked, unable to conceal my astonishment. Maria sighed dramatically. "That would be Roberto. Our student minister. He's new to the parish. A nice kid from a good family. Loves Jesus too, and it seems he likes to get his cock sucked by middle aged priests." "I can explain!", stammerd Marias fathers. But I wasn't interested. I turned my attention to the boy whose breathy moans revealed a fervent appetite for cock. The lad was nervously clutching a few shreds of cloth, trying to hide his genitals. But it was hopeless. Maria looked from the boy to her father and then to me. "What should we do with those two?" "I think those sinners need to be punished", I said. The pleasure seemed to resonate within me. The Pastor broke down in tears. "No! Please don't say such things. You don't know what you're talking about. Please just listen..." Maria scoffed. "Punished? What punishment would you suggest? Maybe we should fuck them both roght here. Show them what you have." I opened my pants and my rock hard 8 inch cock popped out. The pastors gulped as he saw it. I slowly stroked it and grinned at Maria. "Would you like that, Pastor?" I asked. The question seemed to rile him even more. His tongue flickered over his teeth, searching for something better to say. But he couldn't find any answers. So, instead, he mumbled "Please, don't ... I sinned, yes, but I want to do good. Maria, my Daughter, I'm sorry." "Bend over", said Maria. "Maria ...", her Father looked to her, then to me, pleadingly. "Dad, you either do what I say or I will send this picture to everybody. To your congregation, to the press, to mom." Her Father gulped. His face was blood drained ... "I ,,," "Bend over", she said. And he did. "Go fuck him", she told me. And so I did. I went over to him and pulled down his pants. His white ass cheeks became visible. His ass was hairy. But no problem for me. I could smell his fear and that made my cock rock hard. This was power. I would spread my toxic semen into this asshole. I didn't even took lube. I put my cock on his asshole and pushed, feeling some restiance. He squirmed, tried to get away, but I hold him down. I kept pushing until I felt his asshole give way, stretching around my big shaft. I continued pushing and heard his breathing intensify. I pushed again and suddenly I felt him relax, accepting my invasion. It took several thrusts and he finally began moving with my cock inside his butt. And now, I pushed in and out. Not deep but just enough to get used to the sensations. He gasped, wiggled his hips. He begged, crying "Jesus, please help me". I ignored him. Slowly, the bastard surrendered to the presence of my penis. Then faster and faster. I fucked him, moving in and out. Slowly increasing the speed. The guy was whimpering beneath me. I fucked him hard and deep. Until he came, emptying his balls onto the floor, screaming "Oh, god!". He lost control and came without a break. It was a hot load. Now it was my turn. My toxic seed was waiting. I pushed in. Filled the hole. Then started moving in and out. Fuck. It was perfect. Perfection. Just right. I pounded harder into his prostate. He yelled and cried. He pleaded with me to stop. No chance. I continued pounding. Hard and fast. He grabbed onto the desk. I slammed into him, causing some of his cum to splatter against my chest. Oh hell yes, I thought. That was fucking great. I moved faster and harder. His body shuddered violently. My cock got even harder, I felt it, I would come soon. With one final burst of energy I erupted into him. I came loudly, spilling into his intestines, filling him up with my toxic cum. Then it all ended. I collapsed. Panting, I sat on my knees, letting my erection go. I felt satisfied but drained at the same time. I stood up. I saw blood and semen dripping out of his asshole. It was messy and disgusting but it was satisfying in its own way. "Nice job, Jack," Maria said, offering her hand to help me up. She smiled broadly. "You were fantastic." I let her pull me up and smiled. "Thanks," I managed. We looked down at her whimpering dad. He was lying on the ground spasming. Then we looked to Roberto, who was still sitting on the floor, looking at us with shocked wide eyes. His cock was still out and rock hard. "Come on Roberto, you can fuck this hole, too." The 19 year old stood up, lust was in his eyes. Another sinner, who would get the gift of god. While Roberto put his cock in the bloody asshole, I looked at Maria. "What will we do with them?" "We can them both put to work at the motel. I think a lot of Guys would like to have a go at his holiness." She took out her little box with the syringes.

Absolutely HATE the whole idea. NOBODY owns my ass but me. Nor my dick either. Not even my fiancé. And the idea that anyone would assert such ownership without so much as a nod to dialog or negotiation is repugnant. Further to that, my impression is that many of the guys who consider themselves "alpha" tops, or who are territorial, jealous, possessive, controlling, etc., have serious self-esteem problems and I don't want them anywhere near me... but if they do decide to tangle with me, and start to play that card, NOTHING brings out my top side faster.

Drew Sebastian and Cutler X ruining me would be my dream

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.

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.

It's just a matter of time really when you let others bareback you. You take the risks with the spunky rewards. Just enjoy yourself and help fun, x x

As an avid fistee, I can say you never come back. I think a sloppy pussy is a badge of honor.

Sorry but when a regular breeder starts getting possessive that’s like a big red flag. Also imagine getting annoyed that a cumdump was “used”

I think I posted most of this in other threads but I’ll repost here. For anon: blindfold, runner arm band to keep phone close while blindfolded, stash wrist band to keep poppers accessible while blindfolded. For appearance: harness, jockstrap, socks, shoes (sometimes), dog tags. For logistics: poppers, T, bottle of lube (preference for a 9x6 squeeze bottle), towel, hydration (water or Gatorade). Options: ball gag (I like the fort troff one), cock ring I like the idea of handcuffs but since I fuck in a public bathhouse sling I’d be concerned about safety if something went wrong or losing the key. I expect the bathhouse would tell me I couldn’t use them or kick me out if I tried. Idk, maybe I’m being paranoid. If anyone’s tried it lmk.

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.

The Ginger Becomes Insatiable After Andy was able to take Prince Zaid’s full balled fist punches smoothly for something like 20 or 30 minutes, the prince taught Andy to take his square balled fist. He did so at the same speed and pace he had been using. Despite this being a new big stretch, the little muscle slut still wasn’t saying anything, lost in the incredible pleasure he was feeling, but his grunts increased as his ass opened up around the fist in fits and starts. When Zaid started twisting and turning his square balled fist inside the boy, stretching him in various directions as he entered, first the right arm to just past the elbow then the left, the boy experienced a nearly five minute anal orgasm. Andy’s entire body shook and bounced around the two arms continually twisting and deep fucking Andy’s hole. Great quantities of lube, drizzled and burst out as his hole went wild around the long arm and big fist. The entire time it happened Andy just chanted “Fuck me sir, fuck me.” Waiting until the orgasm started to subside, Prince Zaid fucked his slightly bigger hand, balled fist and widest point of his hand in line with the boys spine and chest, the direction which always gave a man hole its biggest stretch. The Prince pushed into the boy at the deepest depth he’d been hitting and froze. He let the boy's ass settle its orgasm a bit more, and then he used his free hand to push a small button and the little platform moved down a quarter inch, impaling the boy deeper on his arm by that amount. Zaid waited until he felt the muscle ass accept this as Andy’s new depth, then he hit the button again. The boy moaned loudly, and his ass opened, and he settled again, this time quivering and shaking. Zaid wanted to take another half inch of the boys ass but he didn’t want to be too greedy and hurt him before he’d had the chance to give the muscle bottom that final load of piss. He knew they probably had at least another hour and a half or two left in the boy. So, instead of lowering the boy Zaid used the fisting tower's other button to raise himself up, being careful to bend his knees slightly. He then used this new space to quest a bit, fucking the boys new depth gently, sensing the boy was ready for just a bit more, he lowered himself back down, making sure he kept the boy distracted with his big fist. He then full fisted the boy at the new depth, alternating arm to arm finally ending with his biggest fist and longest arm at depth. Then pushing the little button twice in quick succession, he lowered the hogtied boy’s stretched ass another 1/2 inch into his hole in one smooth descent. At first Andy gave a little shout, and then a big grunt as all of the stretch hit his brain. Prince Zaid then spoke, in his most commanding voice, “Breathe, slave, breathe. Take my arm.” As Andy heard those words, he began slowly fucking himself gently up and down on Zaids arms, his movement limited by the hog tie. After the boy had used what little motion available to him to stretch his own hole around the big fist, Zaid fisted him to this new depth for about five minutes. He knew that at this point a depth achievement could be transient, but he wanted to claim that space closer to the core, and so he stopped. The prince smoothly slid out of the boy's hole. Andy’s hole gaped wide open, hanging and wet. His body was starting to strain from the effort the hogtie required, and his legs were getting slightly quaky. Zaid leaned in an kissed Andy, and said, “Excellent work, pigslave.” “Your master is going to get you out of that position and resting in the sling for a bit,” Zaid said kindly. “I know your ass is still hungry for more, but I think your legs are giving out,” Zaid continued, “You’re going to take more up that pig hole, slave, that I promise you. But I will let you rest a few minutes while I get ready for your next assfuck.” After tying Andy up in the sling, a long dildo with even balls increasing in size down it buried almost entirely in his hole, to the max depth Prince Zaid had achieved. Andy almost immediately began to feel like getting fucked again and began to move his hips around the dildo. “If you want to get fucked, it’s me that fucks you,” Prince Zaid growled and stoped the young sluts movements. He applied a slow, gentle hand and pushed the toy to the widest point of the next ridge—this one wider by 1/2 and inch in each direction into Andy's gaping asshole—each of the rings in his ass was held at the widest point. Zaid slapped the boy's ass hard and the toy slipped inside. Andy held his body perfectly still as he felt the Prince claim a new part of his core, perfectly still like prey injected with immobilizing venom before being consumed. “I had intended to take that particular ½ inch or so later, you were open and supple deep in that spot. I could feel when I was questing with my fingers,” the prince said, “But since you have to learn that I control your entire body, and you are only to beg for only what I give, never taking for yourself, I thought I’d show you the kind of pain I could give you for the next week if I wanted to.” Andy was panting now, his body waking up to this extra and previously unfelt depth. He struggled, but valiantly managed to pant “Yes, sir, you control me.” The Prince knew he could just leave things as they were and within minutes the boys hole would be trying to fuck himself at that depth like it was nothing, but since the boy clearly was still ravenously horny and the Prince wanted him open, hungry and a bit more sore, he pulled out the first two big balls of the toy and shoved his fist inside the boy and deposited a quarter gram. He quickly shoved the big toy home, producing another moment of “oh deep fuck” paralysis in Andy, and then when that subsided he pulled the toy out until the widest point of the big eggs held the boys rings open. Prince Zaid swiftly hooked the boy up to the fuck machine. His big cock, already partially hard from claiming the boys hole, he considered watching the show. But he was on a mission to teach the young stud how much pain and pleasure he could offer, so he turned to his other tasks. Walking along a corridor in the storage section of his huge Aspen house dungeon, Prince Zaid thought about Jake, the young Ivy wrestler that had served five years as his boy. The boy had not agreed to serve more time after his contract ended. The prince understood why, although he also punished Jake for two weeks straight in the big dungeon in the Himalayas for leaving. Benjamin had only served a one-week “hell week” when his term ended—the name the two men gave to the weeks of nonstop punishment he gave his current boy from time to time. The weeks were much like this one—the only time he made himself unavailable to his companies—and the time he devoted himself nonstop to uncovering the kinks of the young men who were his servant-slaves. Reaching the door marked “Archive”—a collection where he stored the recordings he made of conversations about sex and relationships with BDSM players and leather men and women, especially couples, all over the world. It was also where he kept all of the historical files—medical and sexual—of the men who served him, including the numerous custom sex toys he had designed or had designed and made for them. After the prince keyed the correct shelf address on the little keypad, the archival shelves opened at a point midway through the stacks of his leather archive. On the shelf sat a plastic box containing a large variety of toys ranging from small to gigantic. The prince lifted the box off and placed it on one of the carts. Normally his staff did tasks like this, but during training of potential boys he adapted and changed the program so much he just did it all himself. He rolled the cart into one of the rooms set up for medical fetishes. There were examination tables, gynecological chairs, and all manner of instruments like specula and even an ultrasound machine arrayed around. As in each of the sex-oriented rooms here, there was a large rolling toolbox full of BDSM tools: restraints, titclamps, ball vices, sounds,etc. The lower shelving of the toolbox was stacked with various tools for electro play. Against the wall there were also several large racks for larger dildos and any number of things that wouldn’t fit in the toolbox. There were a couple of basic models of different fuck machines, and ropes, whips, canes and paddles hung all the wall along with various harnesses, sleep sacks, etc. The basic BDSM contents of this room were repeated in every other sex room in this dungeon, and then repeated again in every sex room of each of his five dungeons—this one, Aspen, the New York penthouse, the London Penthouse, the New Delhi penthouse, and then the largest dungeon, the one in his secret private estate high in the Himalayas. The Prince liked to have his tools handy and he didn’t like to have to look for them, so they were nearly always arranged in a similar way in each of the rooms, in less there was some reason, such as lack of space in one of the smaller dungeons, to have things differently. His dungeons did vary in the types of rooms they contained, although all contained the basics of most gay men’s dungeons, just often in specialized rooms rather than areas within one large room: zones for humiliation and cleaning and places for both slings and men to hang from the ceiling, and then furniture such as st andrews crosses, rimming seats, fuck bench’s, racks, and so on. The prince smiled, remembering jokes people made at BDSM events about how much stuff and money took their people to get off. Having lots and lots of money, he thought, did mean he got to have all the stuff he wanted all the time and on multiple continents. That money also meant that he got to use custom designed ass toys on the young men who served him. He expected to be taking Andy to visit his friend Dr. Isabelli very soon to be measured for a set of toys designed to stretch his muscle ass in the most precise ways. But for now, Jake was a similar height and build, so he suspected this particular group of toys would work well. He smiled as he took the first toys out. Called “fire beads” they were made up of steel beads of various sizes and shapes that were capable of hooking up to an electric source. Men called them fire beans because at the highest 3 settings the effect of electricity on the tender lining of the ass felt like fire around each little bead. Every time he gave Jake the electro pain and pleasure in his tight wrestler ass, a pain he craved like a drug, he always started with these. He always used feel good settings first, working towards the more painful settings, mixing and varying. The prince loved to hear Jake scream, pushing him until he would just freeze, mouth open in a wordless wail. Each time they played with the pacing and timing, and soon the prince got the boy taking 20-30 minutes of the highest setting, the prince moving larger and larger steel electrified beads deeper and deeper in Jake's hole. Prince Zaid’s cock rose at the memory and then went rock hard at the thought of training Andy with these tools of pain and pleasure. In a few months—maybe six—he would restrain the boy in a birthing chair in the dungeon set deep into the mountain underneath his big estate in the Himalayas. There, he would use the beads on the boy for hours, teaching him to love the pain through his screams, until Andy started opening himself to it and begging for more. Prince Zaid got the dildo out of Andy and Andy into the cleaning and humiliation room. The Prince stood the hot muscle stud in the center of the room, his muscles even more defined and showing even more veins from the water weight he’d lost playing so hard. The prince stood in front of the hot little stud, admiring the gorgeous little body, and brought Andy’s body close to his own tenderly. The prince noticed Andy was sweating again and he held the boy tenderly for 10 minutes, the prince's big hands tracing the welts and bruises on Andy’s back. “Little muscle slave has done so well today,” he breathed, kissing the sweaty curls on top of the boy's head. “Thank you master,” Andy replied, feasting his tongue on the older man’s salt-pepper chest hair. Moving to Andy’s side, the prince offered Andy access to his pitts, already starting to stink again, and began fingering Andy’s hole with his long fingers. Prince Zaid Rohan made a loose fist and leaned around the shorter boy and slid it into the loose hanging hole. Andy arched his back, and moaned, pushing back. The Prince held his fist still, letting the muscle cunt fuck itself. “You like my fist in your ass, slave,” the prince asked. “Yes Master Rohan, sir, I love your fist,” Andy replied. The prince balled his fist into its biggest square shape inside the boy's loose hole and stopped Andy from moving. “You like when I hurt your balls, when I fuck your ass hard with my fist, punch you deep with dildos, when I tease you and hurt you with electrified toys, painslave?” Prince Zaid demanded, as he slowly twisted his hard square fist in the muscle sluts hole. Andy was gasping from the hard stretching, but he said clearly, “Oh God yes, I do, master. It hurts so much sometimes but after you are done hurting me, I always want more.” Hearing the boy acknowledge his submission to him, the prince pushed Andy down onto his arm while simultaneously driving his arm up slowly until the muscle ass. “Good,” said the prince, “Because I like using you, slave.” The Prince had only intended to fist Andy for a few minutes before he gave him the final bag and 1/2 of chempiss, but Andy was so turned on the prince fisted him for another 45 minutes. Andy was in that same muscle slut fist pig mode he’d been earlier, except a bit more coherent. The prince could tell Andy was feeling sore, but also craving it, and he knew he’d get the boy back in that game with some chempiss play. So he removed his fist and played the chempiss enema game, making the boy hold it and hold it—longer this time and with the help of a big plug because his ass was so loose. Because he wanted the boy to save his energy for this final act, he let the boy get in the deep clean position for short periods to relieve the pressure on his ass, also noting that that position would drive the chempiss deeper into the boy's core. The prince kept the boy in cramping agony longer, taunting the little muscle stud about how Andy had submitted himself to the prince and that he must beg his master for release. The prince made the boy beg until he was almost beyond himself with need for the pressure and pain to stop, hitting the boy’s face with his big cock, before he roughly pulled the plug out. The prince held the boys back arched into position by his curly haired head, forcing the loose hole over the drain and the fluid squirted out. He then cleaned and hosed the boy down with a deep sure shot, before using the water to deep fuck the boy roughly for the 20 minutes the prince had promised himself, throwing in an extra 10 when the boy began to push back on the water, driving his ass backward with the desire for more. The prince steadily increased the flow as the nascent ass slave opened himself, the water flowing and squirting out, almost as fast as it flowed into, his guts. Andy was now restrained in one of the big gyno chairs, face covered in sweat. He groaned and moved his torso, slowly pushing his ass as much as his binding would allow, around the big toy in his hole. The toy was very deep—the prince had reclaimed every bit of depth that they had claimed earlier—and thick as a coke bottle deep in his gut and thick as a bowling ball in his outer ring. The toy was fucking his hole methodically, from time to time the rhythm changing, making Andy’s breathe quicken. The toy looked at first like a standard depth toy, a wide cock shaped smooth top then little smooth rounded steps as the toy grew wider and wider. But what was different about this toy were the tiny smooth stainless plates that dotted its surfaces randomly, plates that connected to wires inside and ending in connectors at the huge bae of the toy. These connectors connected in turn to covered wires that then cleared Andy’s upturned knees and swept past a rock hard 10-inch princely cock, into a control panel. Prince Zaid, the owner of that perfect cock, flipped a switch and the pulsing stopped. He reached forward and pulled gently until Andy’s hole was stretched wide around the widest part of the big volleyball-sized end of the dildo, and hit another switch. Andy began whining as the program began delivering a series of increasing and random jolts to his ass. As the series reached its apex, it began slowing down, delivering longer fuge notes of fiery pain into the boy. He screamed, but as he did so he began fucking himself on the dildo with as much movement as was afforded by his tight bonds. The Prince smiled, and began gently moving the tool into the boy deep, pushing it firmly. He kept Andy at this pitch for several minutes—making him increase his time at high setting methodically would probably start the first night the boy slept in New Delhi, no need to push that now. The prince pushed the correct button and the program wound down. Now that it didn’t matter if the lines fell off, he fucked Andy with the big toy, as Andy started begging for more. The prince used Andy’s hole, as he had after each step, moving the big toy around to fucked the once tight hole from slightly changing directions, using a circular motion of the toy to stretch the boy from core to asshole. The prince gently pulled the toy out of Andy’s hole. “Like that, buttpain slave?” the prince asked. Andy opened his eyes, clearly deep in a pigzone, and said softly, his voice now going from all his yelling and screaming over the days he’d been here, “I do, master, I do. It feels good, then it hurts, then it feels good, then it hurts.” The prince smiled, “Good,” as he pushed the next toy into Andy’s hole to start the ride yet again.

Prince Zaid makes an Asspig Andy was tied into a position similar to an obscene squat, his torso upright and his perfect chest up and high, his back’s perfect arch ensured by the raw leather cord that tied his balls to the back of his collar quite tightly. His balls were taking double abuse, as they were also bound with heavy leather weighted bands, the pressure pulling down while the cord pulled them up. His feet wore a pair of black boots, they themselves securely fastened to the u-shaped platform he was squatting on. The position straightened his torso up flat upwards, and spread his now sagging and dripping asshole open. Rohan stood beneath Andy on a lower platform, whose height he had adjusted to make perfect for the start of the final phase of the night. Rohan had called the thing a fisting tower, and both the bottom platform and the top could be adjusted to precise heights. On the upper platform, any trace of the sweet former altar boy called Andy was gone, his mixture of boldness and shyness about sex swept away, as he grunted, making sounds of pleasure as Prince Zaid Rohan, drove his balled fist repeatedly into this new buttpig Andy from his asshole to just past his elbow, the boy quivering and moaning and begging for more somewhat incoherently around him. Rohan the wealthy businessman had made this muscle pig, but it was Prince Zaid who was proud. After he’d ended the intense electrified punishment of the boys ass, balls, and cock and then fucked Andy for about an hour, coming twice, the prince had given the boy a load of his piss and slipped some shards alongside a very fat buttplug. He’d blindfolded the little slut and put a deep electro track on headphones over his ears and let him simmer. He’d gone to the large gleaming cleaning station—a crew had cleaned it after he finished the last round of deep cleansing of Andy’s hole and noted with a dark grin that the boy had produced 3.5 enema bags of chempiss. Every time he’d pissed into the urinal or into a bucket over the three days he’d been there had been collected into these enema bags. And it was all going to get recycled through Andy’s body before he left the prince’s dungeon. Prince Zaid had taken a minute to get the boy's attention, sticking his hairy armpit over the boy’s face and nose. Without a moments Andy’s tongue dove in, licking the sweat and stench from the long days of play away from both armpits, one after the other. He never did as much Tina as had his sub do during this kind of play, but he did enough to stay awake and to feed his natural dominance. These kinds of sessions were one of the only times in his life he wasn’t fastidious about being spotless. He wanted his animal musk and desire to imprint on the hot little slut. He’d then gotten the boy down, and tied Andy’s balls, attaching them to the collar pulled out behind him and made the little stud crawl, blindfolded and slightly bow legged to move his legs around his balls, grunting as the movement hurt his now very, very sore balls. Andy had crawled down the long hall from the biggest dungeon space to the cleaning station. The Prince had put pads on the boy's knees before making him crawl, not so much out of kindness but out of a desire to see the next few phases of this training just ever so slightly more doable. He was about to really mess with the hot little man’s head. The Prince gave the boy two of the full enema bags at once, stretching him until he was gasping, begging the prince for poppers. Prince Zaid Rohan just pushed the little muscle head back to the floor with his foot and ground his face into the tile until the second bag wilted into the boy's ass. He’d made Andy kneel upright then, back arched and legs wide, the wide stance pulling on his balls, his ass positioned over one of the many drains in the floor. He’d made him drink a big load of piss from his cock, making sure his stream was so strong some gushed out and covered the boy’s torso. After the boys stomach was full, pushing against his already full colon, Andy started begging for release, the heavy piss pushing down inside him taking all his strength to hold his sphincter closed. The prince just let his cock get hard down the boy’s throat and smiled as Andy begged around the big hard cock. Prince Zaid waited until there were several uncontrolled piss eruptions out of the hard muscle ass, and then he reached down and smacked the boy. He did this over and over as the boy began sweating profusely from the chems entering his bloodstream. He would beg to release the piss one second and then beg to be used the next. Finally, when Andy’s entire body was quaking from the effort and cramps were rolling up and down the little muscle stud’s torso, Prince Zaid balled his fist and gave the boy permission to let it out. As the flood of stale chempiss, warmed now from nearly 50 minutes of time in Andy’s insides, began shooting down the drain, Zaid began punching the boy's stomach. He punched him hard for around 10 minutes, causing the flow to start and stop as Andy struggled to keep pushing down while his abs were seizing. Finally, sure that Andy was utterly defeated, he stood the boy’s torso straight back up into position with his back arched and told him to push as Andy pushed the last of the piss from deep inside. Telling the little stud, who looked pretty rough, to shut his eyes and mouth and remain in position, Prince Zaid squirted soap all over the boy. He then used one of the deep shower shot tools hanging nearby to hose the boy and the area around him down. Finally, making Andy assume the familiar fisting position, he cleaned the boy out deep inside, being merciless as the little muscle slut began to get into the zone and beg to be used. Once he’d done that for ten minutes—he promised himself he’d do that for 20 later after the remaining bag and half were through the boy—he unfastened the cord holding Andy’s oversized balls, so sore to the touch now, and used Andy’s big balls as a leash as the prince made him walk blindfold back to the little u-shaped fisting platform he’d prepared. As they walked, the prince directed Andy with sharp painful pulls of the leather cord, becoming ever more painful as the wet leather cord tightened around his balls as it dried. Once they arrived at the fisting tower, Zaid made the boy assume the deep fisting and deep cleaning position, his muscle ass now yearning again to be filled, questing and bouncing towards anything that might fill it. The prince filled Andy’s guts with a huge amount of slick clear lube. So much lube that as the prince made the boy don the boots and move into the obscene squat which would enable the prince to easily fist Andy deep, the boy's muscle ass, already hanging open from abuse, rained a constant little stream of lube. The prince raised the platform and began to fist Andy with his balled fist, the fist sliding in easily through the first ring. Zaid moved eagerly towards the second ring, and experienced some resistance. He kept working it, but Andy had a bit more trouble opening up. He never cried out, just grunted, and worked to push his hole down towards the prince’s questing hand, until the second ring completely opened. Andy had never experienced sexual hunger like the gorgeous prince of India had created, and he soon welcomed the man’s big balled fist and long arms into his ass, getting punch fisted with the man’s balled fist to just past the elbow without any difficulty.

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

I tested poz in early April of this year.

One handy tip for charging while cumdumping in el cheap-o motels - sometimes you’ll get into the room and discover that there’s no electrical outlet anywhere near the bed. What’s usually happened is that the head of the bed butts up against a single outlet on the walk somewhere around its middle, and the cords for both bedside lamps are run behind the bed and plugged in out of sight. You can try to pull the mattress out a bit, find the outlet, and swap your charger for one of the lamp plugs. If your setup is anything like mine, you’re not going to be needing both those lamps anyway, if you need either at all. Just remember to plug the lamp back in when you’re done. Portable power supply chargers can be a life-saver, too. Regarding lube, I’m on record multiple places with my recommendation about a preference for semi-solid, cream-type, organic-based lubes, but whatever you choose, note @KylerIsTrash’s emphasis on the twist-squirt top. Above all else, you want a lube the Tops can’t spill, because if they can, they will. Every. Fucking. Time. And then you have either a mess on the carpet, or a skating-rink-of-death right where the Top needs to be able to anchor his feet for thrusting. Personally, I keep my main go-to lube within my own reach, but not available to the Tops, and provide them with a small supply of something manageable in case they feel that they need it. But they won’t really - I make it my business to ensure that my cunt stays slick enough for use.

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.

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.”

This reminds me of a funny story that happened after I first moved to London. I met up with a guy to fuck him as one of his many tops for the day. I squirted the lube in the mostly dark room, then went to stroke my cock and couldn't feel the lube that I'd squirt. So I'd put more and got the job done from there _ I was mostly anchored in place and didn't notice anything else out of the ordinary. As I'm leaving to start the walk back home, I felt that my feet were starting to slip in my flip-flops and realised where some of that lube had gone. Was probably the slowest I'd walked in my entire life.

I've been taking loads from a daddy like that. He knows I'm a chaser, but says he won't poz me because getting off meds can affect his health. I can respect that. But I also make sure that I beg him for his Daddy DNA to hopefully plant the seeds that will someday get him to stop his meds for a bit and claim a son all his own.

Got to love sniffies. So here in Myrtle Beach it was bike week hundreds of motorcycles riders from all over. I was in the mood this Friday night was wondering if anyone is on sniffies. I opened it up and wow there was a lot of dots all over. I put in my profile "Looking for big hairy leather top bikers". It took a whole 5 minutes and got a few hits. One was a 10 minute walk from were I was. A motel down the street. The reply said a couple of tops here in a room having some drinks stop by. I said not far on my way. I walked to the spot on the map and asked what room? They gave me the room and said a blue pickup truck in front of door. I saw the truck and knocked on the door. The door open and wow 3 big hairy guys big beards and naked with chaps vests collars and all kids of things. I got nervous by their size. One said come in as i did i got grab and pulled in as another guy closed and locked the door. They came up to me and I smelled a very strong smell of cigars and leather. Got handed a bottle of whiskey and was told to take a few drinks dont like it but took some big gulps as they held the bottle. yuck Heard them say strip down boy lets have fun. Got naked as they groped me and touch all over. Heard someone say i want to eat that ass. I got pushed on the bed as two of them jumped on the bed and one of them bent over my face to suck his cock. Felt my leggs get lifted and someone started to eat my ass. The guy on my face sat on my chest as he shoved his cock in my face. He was so heavy I almost couldn't breathe and i started to suck but then smell of his dirty worn leathers was intoxicating. Someone came up to my face and stuck the bottle in my face to drink. It was different and tasted weird but forced to drink as it also spilled all over the guys cock and my face and was told to lick it up. So i tried.. the guy eating my hole kept shoving fingers and sticking his tongue deep. Love the beard rubbing my thighs and hole. I started to feel a little weird as i kept sucking a big hairy cock. Heard a voice say fucking flip him and they stopped and flipped over roughly. My leggs were grabbed and i was pulled to the end of the bed. One guy picked up my hips and a bunch of pillows were shoved under my hips and i heard look at that ass!! Someone poured a bottle over my ass and felt them lick my crack and ass and then heard I'm fucking 1st. I was buzzing now and felt a bottle tip pushed in my hole and the bottle was shooked. Then pulled out and felt a wipe of something cold then burning as i felt a hard cock pushed against my hole. All of a sudden he pushed and felt the head slide in and heard the others chant fuck it. He then pushed as it went in deep. He started thrusting and felt someone sat by my head and pulled my hair hard for him to slide his leggs so my head is on his lap. He said suck my cock fucking bitch. So i moved my arm up to grab around him and started to suck him. The guy fucking me thrusting hard. Aging as i was sucking i could smell the leather from his chaps and smelled so good. Then i heard a moan and the guy blew a load and pulled out and someone else said my turn. He went in fast and hard and in no time thrusting hard. The guy i was sucking was getting hot i started to feel his cock throb a little then pulled my hair hard and push my head down on his cock and growled so loud and exploded what seemed a gallon of cum in my mouth and throat i had to swallow a few times there was so much cum. Then as he laid back he held my head and said drink. As soon as he said that I tasted piss and i grabbed his cock to slow the flow so I can keep up. He moaned sow loud as he released the stream. The other guy started moaning and then made a noise and felt his cock throbbing. He pulled out and I was still drinking for a bit as they watched. When he was done They all were finish. One of them the biggest guy picked me up like i was a rag doll put me over his shoulder and everyone slapped my ass and one of them licked my drippings. He literally threw me on the bed and landed hard on it. Got flipped over and one of the came over and started to suck me with a finger in my dripping hole. I almost immediately got hard he got up another grabbed my cock to hold it and the guy turned his back to me and sat on my cock and started to life and sit and kept doing this as another guy came over and started to kiss me and tongue my mouth till i blew a load in him. They got up and i laid there exhausted. I was looking and they changed clothes and i was about to get up and got pushed down and was told to lay there. So i did. One was on the phone couldn't hear what was said. Then heard the door knock and two guys walked in. The original 3 guys walked out and said see ya and the two new guys came over to me undressed and started stroking themselves looking at me.. i looked at them and again big guy's. Heard them say get on fours and stick you ass up. So i did. I heard a bunch of motorcycles start and leave and heard the two guys say his ours now. Then felt them rub my ass and felt a cock slide in and heard wow this hole is wet. He slammed my ass and pumped hard. He lasted not long at all and pulled out as the other jumped in and pumped hard and fast he lasted for some time. I was exhausted at this point and felt him explode. He pulled out i laid there tired as they got dressed and left. It had to be about an hour for the two guys and many for the other i actually fell asleep for sometime i guess to get woken up to the original guys coming in. They said look he wants more. I heard good need an ass to fuck right now and came over undressed and started to fuck me again. The rest got undressed and laid next to me and watched me het fucked. He finished and laid next to one of the guys and was kissing him. The other got up and said I need some and started to fuck me. Another load happend. He pulled out and sat on the couch. I still laid there with the two guys kissing. Fell asleep again. I woke up and the sun was out one guy was in bed with me. The others were not there. I got up and he was still sleeping i had to piss went to then bathroom and after my piss i said fuck it i started the shower and got in to clean up. Got out feeling better dried off walked to get my clothes to leave and guy must have woken up as i was showering. As i was getting my clothes he got up grabbing my arm and said not yet. He pulled me to the couch bent me over the arm of the couch and kneeled to eat my ass. He got up and felt his cock at my hole and pushed in and my hole was so wrecked it went in easy. He pumped for a little and blew a load. Pulled me up and said you can stay if you want. I said i have to go i can come back later. Did the walk of shame to my car and went home. I definitely like bike week here..

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.

Part 7 I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I knew it was going to happen again. “How’s the little bitch doing? Did he enjoy his first breeding?” This was a new voice, but something seemed familiar. “Oh, he says he didn’t, but he was rock hard and dripping. And he lost a little of my seed, so he had to be punished. Hope you don’t mind the damage. He might have a broken nose and the workings of a black eye.” “That’s fine. This little bitch has been teasing for so long with that hard jock ass parading around here. And even more when he’s in the locker room. Strutting around showing off that ass and then acting like a pure little angel and not spreading his ass. It’s about time he learns his lesson.” “With what you’re about to shove up him, he’s gonna learn more than just a lesson.” “He’s gonna be seeing stars when this rips him open. Did you spoil the fun and tell him?” “Yeah, wanted to see his reaction when he learned he was taking my poz load. But there’s more to tell.” “Oh, you didn’t tell him the best part?” “No, Sir. I’m not looking to piss you off and face your wrath. I’m not that stupid, more than 3-4 times.” Both men laughed as they talked about me like I wasn’t there. “Boy, you flatter me. You know I love giving you the wrath. And you know you love feeling it ripping into your ass.” Without any warning, my head was again yanked back by the hair. “Pretty soon Joey, you’ll learn that you love being on your knees in front of men, spreading that ass for any man to fuck that sloppy cunt and add another load of cum to your guts. But I really hope you don’t like it. Because then it will be even more fun to watch you be a bitch for every man to use and abuse, each cock another reminder that you are nothing. Nothing but a pussy for men, a cunt who is so worthless you can’t even get knocked up. A sloppy, stretched out, gaping hole that will take fists, cocks, piss, and what ever a guy wants to put up there. How’s that sound?” I tried looking in what I thought his direction and shaking my head. “Keep fighting boy, it’ll make me enjoy your destruction and humiliation even more. It’ll make seeing you walk around campus more fun to see you go from a proud, macho jock, to a depraved cum dump, looking around for you next deposit. And the best part? You may never realize who I am and what I will be telling people about you. You’re gonna be our new campus whore. Bending over any time, any where, prepping for another fuck. Another load of cum.” Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? The voice moved, and said, “Boy, pin his head to the wall. I want him to see what’s cumming.” My head was again shoved into the wall, again to face the camera. I heard some shuffling and then the tell tale zipper rasp again. A deep grunt was soon followed by, “Sir, did you go bigger again?” A muffled response of, “Yes” was followed by, “Take his blindfold off.” Again, the blindfold was loosened and dropped to hang around my neck. “Look at me Joey. Look into your reckoning.”