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I was out on my morning walk/jog/run this morning and super horny so I had Grindr going and was soon talking with a couple guys. One was nearby at the Toyota dealer getting his oil changed. A cute 29 year old stocky Latino guy who looked younger than that. He sent a cock picture showing a pretty thick and long uncut cock with a curve. I loved that his profile said he barebacked and was verse and he was pretty clear he wanted to fuck me, but needed me to pick him up to do it. I told him I was sweaty and needed to shower, but he told me was cool if I was sweaty and wanted to do this quick. I went back to my house quick, jumped in my truck and went over to pick him up. In person he was even hotter and had a butch voice too. I'd told him there were places nearby we could park and fuck that were safe and we headed to one and parked. We both stripped down and i got down to start sucking his cock and was loving it. He was already throwing off a lot of precum and I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me. He told me he was getting close and I got up to straddle his cock and lower my ass down on it. I'd got his cock head in my ass when he asked me if I had a condom. I told him I didn't but I was cool for taking him raw. He told me he couldn't do that as it was too risky and said we needed to go get condoms. By now I had his whole cock in me and was stunned as he didn't seem to mind being in me raw and his profile said bareback. I was about to call him out on it, but instead started riding him saying it was cool, we could start out raw and he could pull out to cum. It was clear from his case he was enjoying it but said "No bro, we need to go get some. There's a CVS nearby." I kept riding his cock and he again said to stop and that we needed to get condoms. I was tempted to push it but decided against it. I got off his cock sad about having to do that and put my shorts back on and told him to leave his pants off so I could stroke his cock as I drove. It wasn't far to the CVS and I went in to get some condoms. I like smirking at the cashier on the way out as it looks like I'm getting some, but in reality I'm gonna get it in the ass like the pig I am. I have a pen knife in my pocket and pulled out one of the condoms and nicked it with the tip of the pen knife so I knew it would fail once he started fucking me and put it back in the box so I would know to grab it for him. I got back in the truck and we drove back to the spot, me jerking his cock as we did. He thanked me for getting and said it would be better for both of us if he wrapped. We parked again and I grabbed the right condom out of the packet, pulled my shorts off and opened the condom and put it on him. I grabbed some lube out of the glove box as I knew I would need iot to take a wrapped cock and then started easing my ass down on his cock. His cock felt even bigger and more painful with the condom on it, but I knew the condom would fail and I'd get his load anyhow. I was riding him extra vigorously and being verbal hoping that would tear the condom more. He liked that I was so into getting fucked and me telling him how good his cock felt in me. He let loose with a loud groan and I knew he'd cum inside me even if he didn't know that. I slowed my riding him and eased my ass off his cock, quickly pulling the condom off his dick, putting down the window and tossing it out.It was pretty clearly torn so most of his load was inside me and I put the window back up. He'd been stroking my cock and admitted he doesn't normally bottom but wanted me to fuck him, but that I had to wrap to do it. Talk about a boner killer. I got hard and wrapped to fuck this stud but just could not stay hard enough to get to an orgasm. I'd pull out, pull of the condom and jerk a bit, put it back on and try some more. I knew if I was barebacking him I'd have no problem and would have blasted a satisfying load deep inside him. I kept trying and then the condom slipped off my cock and suddenly I was fucking him bare. I know I should have told him rather than being a dick, but wanted release and so I kept fucking him saying nothing now that I was rock hard. He had his back to me and wasn't one of those condom Nazis constantly checking to make sure I still have the condom on. I shot a massive load inside of him and kept stroking, hoping to pump another one inside him. I was surprised he hadn't realized I was now rawdogging him but he said nothing or didn't realize it. I was so turned on it took little for me to bust another load inside him. As I slid out I knew I'd have to fake surprise that the condom came off and did a good job, apologizing profusely. He was kinda dumb like he didn't comprehend, so I explained it slid off as I was pulling out, which he fell for. He still didn't seem to be grasping it and I wasn't about to go into more detail and started putting my clothes back on. I figured I better drop him back before he figures it out and possibly gets mad/angry that he's got my loads in his ass. As hot as he was and how bad I'd love to take his dick again, that he wanted it safe was tiring and not worth it. I'd got his load which is what I really wanted, and that I got to dump my loads inside him was an added bonus. I was still kind of pissed he lures people in posting he wants bareback but then does a bait and switch. I dropped him off and neither of us said anything to each other. Eventually he'll the condom is still in his ass along with my cum and he'll probably be pissed.

Hey Guys/guys, i spent last week on sexcation in Palm Springs (PS) and thought some might enjoy a detailed write up. This is my first "sexcation" since the 2020 pandemic. i did go to a gay resort in FL a couple of months ago, but my main motive was to meet and be with a particular Man, so it was different. There's been posts on BZ about sexcation, so i know it's a thing for some. Caution, it's gonna be long, but i'll try and break it up so those with reading phobias can just skip to the parts that interest them lol. Transportation: i flew from Portland OR on Alaska Air (i have their travel credit card), a 2 hour nonstop flight. i always get a rental car, so i fly into either San Diego, Ontario California, or Palm Springs, depending on the best air fare i can get. Sometimes the savings will cover most of the cost of the car i'm getting anyway. San Diego is about 2 hours from PS, Ontario is about 1 hour, but either is an easy drive. i recommend if you do rent a car, get the waiver insurance. Yeah, it sucks to pay for, but i have used it several times in PS and it's always been hit and run when the car is parked, either at the resort or at a store or restaurant while out. i also like renting from the car rental agency vs through a travel service like Expedia, etc.. i find they car rental insurance is better, no deductible and you can just walk away. If there is damage using a third party waiver insurance that often is available from travel agencies, you still have to do all the paperwork, file claims, etc.. Walk away waiver insurance is way easier and usually about the same cost. i rented from Fox car rental and it was 1/3 cheaper than any other rental agency and was seamless and easy. They try all the typical upsell bs of any car rental agency, but were just as good. In all my years of renting cars, i have never gotten the car i rented online when i pick it up. i think this is pretty standard, they just give you whatever they have. i always rent a small or midsize car, and i always end up with an SUV lol. The last two times it's been a 4Runner. No biggie for me, but gas is a dollar a gallon more in CA than most other places in the US, so if that matters to you or you plan on doing lots of driving, it's a consideration. i only used 2/3 of a tank the whole time i was there and it was $75 to fill it with regular gas @ 5.79/gal. Accommodations: i stayed at All Worlds. There are several 'gay' resorts (most clothing optional) in PS. i've stayed at All Worlds about half a dozen times. i've also stayed at Canyon Club and CCBC, and a quick google search will present you with several other options. All Worlds is a cut above the usual seedy, do it yourself 'gay hotels,' the owner has obviously put some money into renovation. By no means 5 star accommodations, but more like 3 star compared to the usual 2 star of the others i have been to. PS is an old resort town and the places i have been to all seem to have been built in the 50's or 60's and you can see signs of age no mater how much make up has been applied to the facade. my shower had the original plumbing and the hot water pipe rattled like the end of the world every time i turned it on. But it worked. As a total bottom, i always travel with a shower attachment/shower shot and i change out the shower head when i get there and keep the hand held attached soi can exchange the shower with my shower shot for prep. (As an aside, while in Florida, i stayed at Inn Leather, and the room had a sling and a shower shot already installed... that was a first). my room had a fridge, but no microwave. There is a microwave by the ice machine outside the room. Bed was comfy, clean room, Netflix TV and some porn, Mini Spilt HVAC vs a window unit. The window was fogged, needed replacing, so guys can see in. Ceramic tile floors. Decent digs, decent shape. No breakfast, not even an orange or waffle, just 'complimentary coffee' a couple of hours in the morning. Monday-Thursday, there is no staff on site, office is closed and you have a phone number to call for issues. No housekeeping unless you request it. i was there 5 days and didn't see a housekeeper once. Well, i saw Him, He was cute, but he didn't clean my room. That may be a thing now? my room didn't get cleaned the whole week i was in FL either? Bottom line, accommodations are minimalist at best. They have a kitchen for 2 hours with coffee only. They have a room with "gymnasium" on the door, but when i asked the owner, he told me that was from a former owner and there is no gym. i went 6 days without lifting and got really sore starting back up at the gym when i returned home. Hospitality is not at the top of their list. Indeed, if you read some rules, some have encountered some cranky behavior from the owner. in his defense, he has done more to fix the place up and maintain it than most of the gay resorts i have been to, but also the least hospitable. He puts his money into his facility, not into providing service to his guests. 'Free'wifi that actually worked. Cost was $727 for 5 nights with $90 tax, total cost was about $820 ( that covers double occupancy). i find All Worlds is easier to get a room and less expensive than CCBC... which is a pretty popular gay resort in PS. Sex: i have mixed feelings about the sex availability at All Worlds. Is it good? i think that depends on the individual, lots of factors, so i'll share my thoughts and experiences. i stayed Wed through Monday. When i arrived Wed, i checked in online and got access codes to an after hours gate and to my room, wifi password, etc.. The office was locked and i did not see any staff wandering about till Friday. Which can be a plus or minus depending on what you like and how you use the facilities for sex. You can have a 'guest' (read: "out side hook up") M-Th without being charged, but Fri-Sun, there is a cover charge because All World is also essentially a sex club. They have built what they call "The Maze," and truthfully, it's some of the better sex club accommodations i have been to. They have an indoor and outdoor maze. The outdoor maze is just so so. plywood dividers with large glory holes, half of which were falling down. Also, the owner must be very short because ALL the GH's in the whole facility were very low to the ground, though well sized, not good for anyone over 6 feet tall. Weird. not even a mix, all the same low height. The indoor Maze was nice, 4 slings, for very large beds, lots of booths with those low GH's, sitting areas, porn throughout, couple of restrooms, a padded saw horse type fuck bench. And big. But, it is only opened Friday -Sunday. When i got there Wed, it was locked, also on Thursday and it was deader that the proverbial door nail at the resort during the weekday. my first hook up was at a Lowes restroom. i think if i went back to All Worlds, i'd work it better. my favorite sex is walk in where i leave my door unlocked and ajar and lie face down/ass up on my bed for Guys to walk in and breed me. my best experience with walk in in PS was at CCBC. i pretty much got fucked all night there. All Worlds? Only one guys followed me back to my room and came in.. he tried to fuck me but couldn't get hard, so i didn't get fucked once in my room. i had several offers from Guys off site Who wanted to do walk in with me, but they all asked on the week end and would have had to pay a $35 entrance fee, so of course, no takers, and the after hours gate is blocked on weekends, so you have to go through the office and pay if you are not a guest. Their policy also states emphatically that guests cannot have a visitor Fri-Sun without paying the $35 entrance fee. Normally, for walk in, i give the hook up the gate code and my room number, but cannot do that at All Worlds unless it's M-Thur. The Maze is very active on the weekends, a decent crowd and variety every mix you can imagine. If you like a sex club atmosphere, it's pretty much as good as any, maybe a little above average. There's an outdoor pool with lots of lounge chairs and zero shade. Also an in-ground hot tub, older and the jets are not very powerful or adjustable. Both are clean and the grounds are above average and well maintained. i'd say about 50-60 guys around all the time on weekends looking to hook. My Sex: my sex started out slow. As mentioned, my first fuck happened in a bathroom stall at Lowes... which was really hot. Guy chatted me up from Squirt and we hooked there. i met LOTs of guys online who wanted to do walk in breeding. PS is 40% gay, so there are lots of horny Men there, sort of a west coast gay Mecca. But guys want easy access in my experience and a lot of them are put off by having to go through a gate with a code. i saw several online ads on Bareback from guys around PS doing walk-in cum dump at places like Hotel 6 or Travelodge that have outside doors and easy access. If walk in sex is your thing, i think it could be easier and cheaper to do a sexcation in that kind of facility. i'm considering trying that next time, or maybe staying at a place like Travelodge during the week day, then switching to a gay resort on the weekend? my weekend started slow, but ended up great. i met one guy who i really liked, the one mentioned earlier who followed me back to my room and could not get hard to fuck me. He was a really sweet Guy, so real and considerate. He tried so hard to fuck me, way longer than he should have, but his personality was a total turn on for me. We made out some and i even tried to fuck him (i think @NWUSHorny would have been proud of my effort). i loved his ass, smooth and beautifully shaped... i love a mans ass, i'm just not wired to fuck it. i was able to get hard, but didn't stay that way, so only fucked him a little and got soft pretty fast. It's not my plumbing, depending on how a Top is with me, i can get rock hard for hours, it's my psychological wiring... just notta top. That was my only in room activity. At the indoor Maze, the bed was my favorite place. i'd lie face down/ass up presenting. i sucked a lot of cock that way, but most didn't want to cum. i watched other guys on the bed next to me breed and suck, smiled, enjoyed, encouraged them and their pleasure. One Man was fucking a guy next to me for some time and i was encouraging both of them. The bottom seemed to get tired, i think he may have been inexperienced because the Top seemed to be chasing his ass for most of the fuck, like the bottom was both enjoying but having a hard time taking it. The Top pulled out and re-entered him a couple of times, then the bottom seemed to be tired or the Top seemed to give up on him, and the Top came over to me. i thought He would just fuck me some like He did the other guy, like He was not ready to cum. i was VERY hungry and appreciative when He slid in and when full on slut with Him... couldn't help it, He felt so fucking good, and my ass immediately went into rhythm with His fucking, squeezing and moving with Him... i was in heaven. Apparently, He also enjoyed because He soon said: "i'm close" and went balls deep and unloaded in my gut. When He pulled out, He got up, stood by the bed and said: "clean that dick up," which i happily did. i got several fucks and loads lying that way. Got my share of rejection, not a second look situations. Typical of the venue, some are friendly to all, some are snobs, some are just disinterested, some are shy, new, inexperienced. All the usuals. One guy came back 5x to get sucked, was verbal, which i like if it's not bully verbal, which he wasn't. But it was incongruent with him. He had a nice uncut cock, but it never got hard, despite his apparent enjoyment. Yet his verbal was like he had the biggest, hardest cock in the world lol, telling me how much i liked sucking it. i am a cock sucker, but if i don't perceive a certain kind of lust/desire/enjoyment in the other guy, if he's just going through the motions, i'm done. By the fifth time he returned, i was done. Another guy obviously wanted 'cock' and i don't see myself as having one of those. i think it's pretty obvious when i am presenting my ass and face down, and i don't think he misunderstood. But he did have smarts and technique down. He had GREAT touch and found my sweet buttons really fast touching my ass and thighs. He found the buttons that make my ass raise up so he could get his hand under me and get to my penis. i have to give the guy credit, he knew what he was doing and he also came back half a dozen tries and was practically mauling my testicles trying to get to my penis, even after i pushed his hand away, it did not deter him. His touch was so good though, He did manage to keep me off balance and ambivalent. Best load of the week was on Sunday when the place had pretty much emptied out, just a few guys wandering around, the Maze was empty... about 6 pm. i left my room and wandered in an lay on the bed prone and a few minutes later a Man walks in, Who i didn't see when i came in? He immediately got on Top of me and slid what felt like an enormous cock inside of me, idk, but the shape or size was hitting my p spot perfectly. He was making feel good sounds which always ramps me up by a factor o 100x. When a Man feels good using me is when i feel most complete, and He was rutting deep inside of me obviously enjoying... and He got the same feedback from me, i was totally into Him. i came very close to cumming hands free, but He shot His load and i thanked Him, He smiled appreciatively and left.

hey all... Going slow on writing, ended up doing another short chapter, mostly just filler. next chapter things should get spicy again and I'll try and write something a bit more substantial. ================================================== It was 5:18 when the doorbell rang, and as expected Keith stood I the opening, looking nervous and horny. Cameron had opened it, wearing only a thin T-shirt and a pair of loose boxers, his cock making a dripping spot on the front as he looked the boy up and down. “Well Fuck, Max was right, he said you’d not let us down, and here you are. Come on in.” He said, Keith walking in and looking at the huge beefy Daddy in front of him. “Thanks, I, Don’t even know why I came back.” “Fuck I did, you got our seed in you, our POZ seed, and it’s got a hold on you big time. You took only a bit, but I can tell its already getting in your brain, telling you need more.” Cameron said as he led the boy in and wrapped his huge arms around him and kissed. Keith melted instantly, wanting to protest but enjoying it too much. The muscles of the man, his sweat, his scent. Cameron kissed deeper, almost as if trying to suck the air right from Keiths lungs, his eyes rolled up and he felt like he was going to pass out before the huge bear let go. Keith stumbled back panting for breath. “Like that Kiddo? Just a taste of what we have planned for you tonight. Just so you know, Daddy Max is out right now, he’ll be back soon, but it’s just you and me right now.” Cameron said as he pulled Keith back in close. ‘Fuck, so hot, I want, more, of you, and him.” Keith said, still gasping. “Want more POZ cock Boy?” Cameron grunted as he guided the boy toward one of his fat thumb sized tits, nestled in the scratchy fur of his body. Keith began to suckle on it immediately and gave a mumbled. “Mmmrmmmmmmm” sound. “What was that kiddo? Got to speak up for Daddy here.” “I said. I, fuck, I do, I want your Poz cock in me, I don’t care what happens. I just, I need more.” Keith said, and Cameron laughed. “Fuck boy, you have no idea just how much more we have to give you in the next few days. But before that lets get cozy, Max should be back soon, but we can have some fun to ourselves.” He said and pulled the unresisting Kieth with him as he headed toward the back of the house. In moments Cameron had pulled the Keith into the bedroom and down on a large bed that smelled of sweat and sex. Cameron tore of the thin stained shirt he wore and leaned back on the bed, pulling Keith on top and squeezing him in a tight bear hug. Instinctively, Keith began nuzzling into the thick chest hair and began to nuzzle and sniff. Gently Cameron guided the boy into his rank hairy pit. “Theres a good boy, just relax and breath that in for a while, it’s better than poppers I promise.” He said as Keith moaned and nodded his head. For Keith, who always prided himself on getting clean after using the gym, always using deodorant, the intense funk from Camerons pit hit him hard and made his eyes water. He wanted to be disgusted by it, but he felt it awaken something deep inside him, something raw and primal. All too soon, he was breathing it in an almost hypnotic state. Cameron chuckled as he watched Keith breath deeply. He didn’t often meet many guys who so quickly got into his scent like this, and he started to think about the chances of this hot boy coming into his life. “I don’t think it’s an accident you found us you know. Im not one for fate or destiny or that shit, but, fuck kiddo, there’s hundreds of horny gay men around right now, and you walked right into us first. Like you were meant to find us.” He said and reached down to stroke his already thickening infected phallus. “What do you think kiddo? You think it was fate running into two hot Daddies off their meds? Looking for a boy to infect?” He said casually as he listened to Keith moan. As much as Keith was lost inhaling the pit fumes of Cameron, the words were enough to rouse him from his moaning… “Fuck, I don’t, I mean god you’re so fucking hot, Max is hot, I want you both so bad, but, it’s still so messed up.” “Messed up? How so?” Cameron said, egging the kid on. “Your both, Poz, and, wanting to spread it, spread a disease that can kill you? It’s I mean, once your infected…” Keith said, his voice trailing off as Cameron moved him toward his other pit now, letting the boy inhale the rank scent from the other side. “Shhhh look, I know you’re scared, and unsure… but don’t worry about that right now. Just relax and Let your new Daddies show you a good time.” He said, squeezing his cock, watching as a few drops of virus infused precum dribbled out from the tip. Scooping up the precum, he kept a firm grip on Keith as he slide his fingers down toward his exposed hole, enjoying getting another moan as he gently slid the small amount of his viral strain into the boy. “Thats a good boy, relax, and just accept it one part at time. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” A moment later, the sound of the front door could be heard, and Max came back into the house carrying a load of groceries. Dropping them off in the kitchen, he made his way to the bedroom and smiled. “Hope you two aren’t starting already? We’ve got a party to get ready for” he Sid, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the June summer day. Cameron chuckled and let go of the death grip he had of Keith deep in his pit, letting the boy get some fresh air. “Of course not yet, just, talking about things. Discovered out new boy is a Musk Hound, almost passed out sniffing my pits here.” He said, Keith looking drunk as he rubbed his face, his eyes heavy from the pit fumes. Max grinned and started to rub his crotch. “Well is that a fact? Going to be good to know. Especially for tonight. I’d say its just about time to get ready for the main event tonight.” Max said as Keith looked up, releasing only now his cock was sprouting a massive hard on that he couldn’t immediately do anything about. “Party? What type?” He asked. “The sexy type you youngster, now lets get dressed, not that it will matter. Any party at Big Sigs Castle is going to have you naked in no time.”

First of all WTF. We can virtue signal all day long use some wacky logic to blame whomever we want but that doesn't answer the question or come close to helping in any way. As someone who lives on the border state there are things you should know. Texas pays for alot of it, this is why here recently you have heard about busing them north. And before we start that shit show, no they are not cities that are randomly picked for political reasons they are cities who independently identified themselves as sanctuary cities. One of the biggest issues is healthcare. Hospitals cannot refuse to treat life threatening illnesses. In Texas we are fortunate to have many Catholic hospitals remaining. These institutions typically go above the life threatening requirements and treat as many people as the resources allow. But let's get to the crux of the issue, politicians. The largest risk at the border is not asylum seekers as you have been told. No they are a tool used to cause confusion and overtax the border guard so black market items can be brought in easier. I mean common where did you think the fyntenol was coming from? Once this is understood actions like loosening gun restrictions make more sense, not that I agree with DeSantis on much. The point is until the border is secure it's pointless to presue any form of gun control. Now my question is since we know this and the politicians know this why are we being gaslit over the immigrants? The sad and simple answer is they are making money off of the illegal black market. I would use the age old tactic of observing and seeing who is the loudest. I'm not going to say anything, but you should question why AOC a senitor from New York has such a driving interest in what happens in Texas, almost more interest than our own representative.

How are you guys even counting lol And I'm very active but some of these seem outlandish? Or do they? I Dunno. My boyfriend at the start of the year was very productive - we didn't see each other every day but he'd usually nut a couple of times when we were intimate. Did he put 50 in me maybe??? Not much more. Under 100. We split up and I've been seeing some other guys, does sex with condoms count? I've been railed non stop (not from strangers) for the last month but mostly protected. Have had 6 loads this week. Would be a turn on to document my degradation.

CHAPTER 72: Sharing is Caring. Before we all left the hotel, my dad's and I had one last time to get together and make love. This meant so much to me, sharing my love with my two dads. After we made love for hours, we simply laid naked in bed, embracing the moment. Our sweaty bodies entwined. All of our asses filled with cum. It was then my step dad that asked if I had a strong desire to gift someone who wanted gifted. I told him I definitely did as my experience had been remarkable. He asked if I had anyone in mind, and I said yes, but I wasn't sure if he wanted to be gifted. He asked me who, and I said my friend that I started experimenting from. My step dad said that he was hoping that I would say that, and had confidence that I could convince him about being converted. With that my step dad showered and headed back to his room, and my dad suggested we check the aps for chasers. We did find one, but we had to check out and didn't meet, bur agreed to keep in contact. Before we left, the waiter called the room and asked us to keep in touch, giving him his names on the gay aps, and giving us his number. He also gave us the same information for his twin. He also added that the spa had monthly drawings for hotel weekend packages, and to not be suprised if any, or even all won one! The waiter was super excited when I told him we had found a chaser, but didn't have time to hook up. The waiter laughed and simply said you better hope I don't find him before you meet up.

regarding the question in the title: who pays for them... well they do; the labor they do produces A LOT of value for the USA. Like at the most basic level they act as the backbone for the agricultural business in the usa, without them the crops rot and food becomes scarce. But in truth they generate vast ammounts of wealth beyond just that; thing is the wealth ends up in private hands, those of the big farm owners and big agrobusiness, and thus is untaxed and out of circulation, confined to interest generating vaults. as to blaming the vatican, that misses the mark. Firstly, the Roman Catholicism in the USA and in Latin America are fundamentally different beings. like the conceptualization you present is one that's very... well protestant. Like, for example, Biblical Literalism is unheard of in Lat Am (outside of protestant enclaves) and Tradcaths are not a thing (despite the more interwoven role that catholicism plays in the societies of the continent) Secondly: Religion exerts soft power, it does not compel thoughts nor are the people of the global south some easily misled fools, blindly following the words of priests. (which is not to say that the church has not been used politically, to affect public sentiment, but then the institution is more of an instrument than a player) This ignores the divergence of goals and motives within orders of the church; Liberation Theology was (and is) a pretty big thing in Latin America; and it being denounced by Rome has more to do with which Great Power controlled the Vatican in the aftermath of WW2. (also painting it like its some issue wrt excessive latin american fecundity is verging on some weird eugenics shit that... just no) The RC church was not the primary engine or benefactor of Colonization of the americas, it was a tool FOR colonization, but blaming the RC is like blaming the gavel for the sentencing, not the judge. The benefits from colonialism went to the Spanish crown and the HRE, and later to the various other Great Powers that sought to administrate and control the region. Which brings us to the Monroe Doctrine and what the primary source of instability and violence in Latin America over the past 100+ years. It's been the USA. It has continuously helped overthrow democratically elected governments, provided monetary and material support to counterrevolutionaries, crime syndicates, fascist terrorist groups, and isurrectionists in order to preserve its business's interests in the region (cf Dole), or combat the spread of "communism" (cf Chile), or as a part of its war on drugs (which is ironic as all hell because many of the cartels are the direct result of USA intervention, cf the Iran-Contra affair; also the link between the Zetas and the School of the Americas). And on top of that the gun policies of the USA ensure a steady flow southwards of arms. Blaming the religious institution is nonsensical. Instead one ought turn to either the State that benefits from the crises in Latin America. There are Countries who benefit from having an underclass they can underpay for physical labor, there are Countries whose mining companies are able to move into Lat Am and compell usurous contracts as a result of the relative poverty of the region. There are Countries who field private "security" contractors to the aformentioned companies, benefiting from guvernamental impotence in order to privatize violence. And Countries whose banks demand Austerity from nations that need public spending. Who pays for the migrants, they do; their home countries do. They pay in the work they do, they pay in the wealth extracted from their homes, and the safety stolen from them. And the USA (or rather the economic and political upper crust of the USA) are the ones who recieve those payments. As to why Americans won't take those jobs... well for one, they do; prisioners are still American (and also there are a lot of desperate ppl that end up taking those jobs). But the reason the average american wont is because the job is physically devastating and almost entirely unregulated or even flagrantly violating to their legal rights (which is to say, the farmowners can't treat citizens in the way they treat migrant labor, citizens can fight back)

I go to a theater in Queens NYC and they have a dark bathroom. I always get naked in there since it seems like it attracts the guys who are really serious about fucking. I've taken so many cocks in there and taken guys loads that I'm sure I've been with a poz guy. I love that I never know who fucked me in there since you can't see anyone I do know almost all the guys fucked me raw which is what I look for a condom turns me off. That dark bathroom is awesome I've been gangbanged in there multiple times. I'm going back later this week for more.

No, I slap it in the face, fuck it even harder while I choke it to get it to stfu then I make sure to drain my balls in it as deep as I can. Then I spit in its face and remind it to NEVER tell a top what to do or ask him to pull out. Faggots take loads with no questions asked, simple as that.

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..

Chapter 16: The Search is On. Part 2. After Sir took a number of pictures of me, we continued looking at other aps including Grindr, Growlr, Scruff, Sniffies and a few others. Sir saved his favorite for last, BBRTS. I was amazed. Sir even saw a couple of his friends that he had that he had no idea were gay. I begged Sir to create a profile there first, and we did. Sir told me to think of a screen name, while he came up with information for my profile. As I had amazing stats, we easily posted those. They we worked on a general description. Sir asked me if I wanted to be described as a top bottom or vers? I said as ive only bottomed thus far, probably bottom Sir asked me if I had the desire to top, and I said yes. Sir said he thought they would have time on their camping trip for that. Sir suggested that I start off by saying I'm new to the bb scene and categize me as bottom vers. In the general text they would add currently bottom but desire to develop skills as a top. Sir also suggested that we add interested in agressive Daddy/Sir types. Sir thought that was great idea as they could have sex with others together. He was afraid that I might possibly just think with my cock, and make a bad decision in his trick, so he wanted to be involved at first. He didnt tell me why though. He did however tell me that he wanted to approve anyone i hooked up with, or wanted to either solo or together. As for status section they were both noted as negative. Sir said he hated profiles that said ask me, but they did put that for give loads anal, hoping that guys had actually read my actual introduction. As for location, they decided to put anywhere. Sir said he would let me host, but he would have to approve of the guy, and would have to work around schedules. Sir then went through the into list and chose which ones to add. Sir explained that as he grew into his sexuality, he would mentor on any topics like WS, fisting, vac pumping etc. We then started to add pictures. Sir suggested as thus far he had only bottomed, they use his favorite pic of me pulling my ass cheeks apart, showing off my tight hairless pink pucker. Sir added a pic of his cock buried in my hole, the edited picture of me sucking his cock, one of just my cock and the two tease pics from thebm shower. Sir said they could add others later. By now we were both horny, and i asked Sir if we could make love. Sir was content on the profile, but they needed to come up with a screen name yet. I came up with "New for You." Sir loved that, as even when I was more experienced, the name could still draw in guys looking for a new sex partner. Sir said it would take some time for the profile to be approved, and that they would make love while waiting. Sir kissed me and headed to the sling. I was ready to get in, and Sir said no, he's being made love to this time! Sir told me that it would help me to decide if he truly wanted to be vers. Sir brought his phone over and said he wanted me to take pictures and a short video of them making love. Next Chater: Becoming Like Sir

Chapter 15: The Search Is On. Sir got up before me and was searching the gay hookup aps. They were close to a college town, and he was looking for a younger versatile guy to have fun with. He posted a party ad for later that night saying that a daddy and boy were looking for a third, or maybe even fourth to join them tonight. Sir specifically said all sex would be bare, and must be free of any disease and HIV. Sir mentioned being on prep was preferred. He immediately started getting responses, and the sounds from them apparently woke me. I inquired what was going on. After Sir kissed me, he said he was going to give me my next lesson as I asked him earlier how one finds other gay guys. Sir began by saying there are a number of sites for guys finding other guys. He started off by showing me Adam. He explained that all aps can be hit or miss. He explained that when looking at ads, i should read them carefully. He said to avoid the profiles that didn't contain any Information or a picture. Sir explained that those were probably either just pic collrctors, or guys jacking to any conversations they were having. He said those guys typically say they are discreet, but they are sites where men are looking For sex with other men. They could still be discreet by having a profile pic of their body, or of their cock or ass if the site allowed that. Sir said some sites wouldn't allow nude profile pics, but did allow them to have locked nudes and they could open them for whom they chose. He warned me to ignore guys whose first conversation is can I see your pics, as likely just pic collrctors. Sir said some sites allow one to either save or screenshot pics, while others didn't. He added he should never ask to see someone else's pics without having a fair amount of conversation with them first. I asked when he could set up my profile. As I asked, i was stroking my cock. Sir said first they had to take some pics, both g and X rated. Sir took out his phone, and started taking some pictures and even a video of his me stroking. Sir was excited to see that I had a large amount of pre cum flowing from my cock, and he got an amazing close up pic of it. In addition once i , he got a picture of his cum on my stomach and face, telling me that they wouldn't use any pics with my face in profiles. Sir continued by taking pictures of my plugged hole and some other tease like pictures of my body. Sirs favorite tease pics were of me behind the shower curtain, just showing my ass or cock. Sir was certain that many guys would recognize the ugly pink tile in the shower. Sir suggested they get a pic of me sucking his cock, and focused on his lips on his cock. The picture had a bit too much of his boys face in it, so Sir showed him to crop pictures like that. To be continued.

Chapter 13: Dinner Then Desert. Sir and I were about to leave for dinner, when he told me to think about all the Positions, and after dinner, that's how I would make love to him, shooting my load deep in him for the very first time. On their way to dinner, they passed a sex shop, and Sir pulled in, telling me I deserved something special for all ive accomplished this far. Sir found the perfect leather jock for me. It had a removable front cod piece which was attahed with snaps. He told me to try it on, and if it fit, to keep it on for dinner. They had a table away from others, and while they were waiting on their food, they were both fondling each other's cocks. My new leather jock was amazing, and Sir apparently loved rubbing my cock in it. I actually came in it, and told Sir. He laughed and said I was simply conditioning the leather! After they ate, they headed back to the motel, where Sir told me to model my new jock for him. We then got in bed and kissed and cuddled. Sir explained that normally sex isn't like this as most guys prefer a pump and go. He continued by saying pump and go's were his most frequent, but wanted something more, even if it was with his step son. I said I was happy to hear that and asked Sir if he could still have pump and dumps. Sir indicated that was OK however he wanted to know when and who with. Sir added that he would like me to participate in a 3 or even more way as long as they kept their relationship secret, and not locally. I said that was hot, and asked Sir how he found other men to have sex with. Sir told me that was a part of a future lesson. With that Sir asked me which position I wanted to make love to him in. I said I was torn between doggy and Missionary. Sir said I probably had enough cum churning in my balls, it would be both, and instructed me to suck his cock. He told me the first position would be making love, but the second would be simple fucking. Sir told me I was expected to be verbal in both cases. We seductively stripped each other and started caressing each othets bodies. I focused on my Sirs nips fot the first time, gently pinching them then sucking on thr. Sirs nips were definitely tied to his cock. We then got in bed, with my back propped up against the headboard, and Sir sitting in front of me. We passionately kissed as i fondled his cock. It wasnt long before i told him i wanted to make love to him, and told him to get on his back and put his legs over my shoulders. There was no need to suck him to get him hard. I lubed up his ass, sticking a few fingers in him and pumping them in and out. I then slowly slid my cock in him. When i was in to the base, i bent over and passionately kissed hom before making love to him. My balls were full of cum, and aching to release, so i only made love to him before unloading deep in him. As I unloaded in him, I looked into his eyes and said I love you. I then ate his ass, and swapped my load with him. We both rolled over and kissed, and Sir told me thatvm was amazing, especially as it was the first time I had seeded anyone. He added that I was great at being vocal also. He suggested we rest a bit for our next fuck session, and reminded me to change verbal gears for it and be a nasty verbal pig when we did! I was happy that Sir gave me some time to think about how to be a verbal pig. I thought back to some of the videos I had seen. It wasn't long before Sir said make love to me. I immediately responded that I was going to fuck him, and fuck him hard and told him to get in the sling. He said yes Sir. Once I positioned him, he again said make love to me. I spit in his face telling him he was only a hole for me to use solely for my pleasure. This apparently excited Sir as his cock grew to full size. He put his hand on his cock, and started to stroke and I slapped him, saying this was for my pleasure and not his. I told him if he was lucky, I'd suck his cock, but it wasn't for his pleasure but mine. I thrust my dry cock in his ass to its base and thrusting in him as hard as I could. Completely pulling my cock out, and thrusting back in. The sling was rocking back and forth while I fucked him. Sir said he wanted my load and I slapped him again telling him it didn't matter what he wanted, as I was in control now. I grabbed his nipples and pinched them as hard as I could. Surprisingly his nipples were also connected to my cock, and it seemed my cock grew ever harder than it already was. I could feel my nut sack tightening up, and knew it wouldn't be long before I seeded him. Just before I nutted, I blurted out take my positive load. You are mine now you fucking pig! I then flooded his hole. I told him to get out of the sling, and into the bed you fucking pig, I'm not done with you yet. I told him to get on his stomach, and then I ate his ass. He begged me to feed him my load, and I slapped his ass as hard as I could and reminded him this was for my pleasure and not his. I then told him to roll over and I'd suck his cock, but once again it was for my pleasure, and he wouldn't be tasting his cum. After he shot a huge load in my mouth, I put two fingers in my mouth, and moved them towards his mouth. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Just before my fingers reached his tongue, I pulled them back, and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean. I said to bad you couldn't taste your last negative load as it was unbelievably tasty. Sir told me that I did an amazing job, but asked why I played the poz card. I explained that I had seen a poz porn before, and it was the most verbal and piggy porn I've ever seen. Sir told me one didn't have to be positive to be a pig. I said i realized that, but really didn't know how to be verbal and piggy at the same time. Sir then kissed and caressed me. Deep down in Sirs heart, he knew the discussion of becoming poz would come up, but now wasn't the time.

Chapter 12: Assume the Positions Part 3. After their smoke, Sir told me we were going to have two of the most common positions. We started with Missionary sex. As the last fuck was a dry one, Sir lubed up his boys hole and his cock. After a few minutes of thrusting Sir told me to bend my knees and put them over his shoulders. Sir took my ass slow and steady as his I stroked my raging hard on. Sir thrusted in and completely out of my ass, hitting my prostrate on each down stroke. It wasn't long before he shot I shot my load all over my chest and face. Sir licked the cum from my face, and scooped the cum off his chest, offering it to me. Of course I greedily ate it. Sir told me that this position was the best for intimate eye contact, and hitting the prostrate or as some call it, the G Spot. Their next, and last position before a late lunch, early dinner would be doggy. Sir explained that this was probably one of the most popular positions, and could be done in several variations. Sir told me to get on all fours. Once in position, Sir began to rim my ass, spitting on my hole before penetrating me. Sir told me he wanted me to be verbal, and it was to be dirty talk. I started by saying fuck my ass and flood it with your cum. Sir pumped my ass hard for about 5 minutes before telling me to put my head down to the bed, and arch my back ass high up. I said fuck me harder, I know you can fuck harder than you just did. Sir just said, oh yea. You asked for it and you are gonna get it boy. Sir pumped away with a furious pace before he grabbed me and threw me over the edge of the bed. Sir had blue balls filled with his seed just waiting to erupt deep in his boys hungry hole. Sir fucked me so hard I thought the bed was going to break! After less than 5 minutes of penetration, Sir felt he was about to cum. Sir pulled his cock out of my hole, and I begged him to fill me with his m cum. Sir thrusted several times in me before blowing his load deep in me. He then plugged my hole, and suggested we shower before heading out to eat. Sir said id get several loads after we ate. They showered together and kissed some without either touching the others cocks or asses, and then headed out to eat.

Chapter 11: Assume the Positions Part 2. Sir laid on his back with his cock looking like a flag pole. He told me the first position I would learn was riding. Sir said he thought it would be best to start with, as i could control how much of his cock I took up my ass. He continued by saying this was his least favorite position, as some condmsdered the top to be a " lazy top." Sir continued by saying that it happens mostly with younger bottoms and older tops. He explained that riding could be done either way with the bottom facing the top, or away. Sir explained that when facing away, it was sometimes called reverse cowboy. Sir said that when he fucks in that position, he prefers the bottom to be facing him, as he could stroke his hard cock, or watch his flaccid cock bouncing up and down. As I was rock hard, sir did not try and put the cock cage on me. I took a hit of poppers, and facing him slowly took his cock after he applied lube to it. I started slowly going down until all of Sirs cock was in me. I grimaced when Sirs cock penetrated my second hole. Sir explained why it felt painful to me. After getting use to Sirs cock, I started bouncing up and down on his cock. I didn't go to the base on every bounce though. Sir didn't let me ride much, as he had several more positions to show me. The next was spread eagle. Sir told me to get on my stomach, and spread my arms and legs wide towards the edges of the bed. Sir told me that this was often a bondage situation where the bottoms arms and legs would be tied to the edges of the bed, and the top had total control over his ass. Sir said he wouldn't be tying me up just yet, but to expect that at some point. This time Sir wouldn't use any lube, but ate my pink pucker, spitting on it and stuck his cock in me. This time his love making was more intense than it had ever been, and to his suprise I seemed to love it based upon his moaning. Sir pulled his cock out, and told me to get on my side. He told me to bend one knee and bring it up to his shoulder. Sir told me that this was a great position for deep penetration. This time there was no lube or spit involved. It wasn't quite a dry fuck as my hole was a bit wet. Sir fucked me more aggressively and deeper than the last time. Sir buried his cock to the base for a good 5 minutes, pulling out before cumming and suggested we take a smoke break as he was close to breeding me already, and needed a break to be sure he would last longer. Sir warned me that the next few positions would be fucking not making love, and he wanted me to be more verbal during them. Next Chapter 12: Assume the Positions Part 3.

Chapter 10: Assume the Positions After poppering Sir told me to lay flat on the bed with my head over side. Sir explained that he was suprised at how much cock i had taken in his mouth before. Sir explained that he was confident i could take it to the base in this position and with the help of some poppers. Sir explained that in this position, my throat would be more open, and the poppers would relax me some. He gave me another hit of the poppers and told me to take his cock as far down his throat as i could. Sir added that experienced cock suckers had problems taking it to the base. He warned me i may gag, but don't be worried if i did. He told me to take my time and not to try and go all the way quickly. This time i didn't try and take a huge sniff of poppers, and i asked if i could have another hit. Sir agreed to it. I did a great job thoating his cock. I was almost to the base as i started to gag a little. Sir pulled his cock out of my mouth and said good boy. He said he was confident i would take it all the way on my next attempt, and i took his 9+ to the base. Sir then pulled his cock out and said before I fuck your ass, im going to fuck your mouth. He told me that most guys who like to face fuck are usually aggressive, but he would be gentle with me. He added that he would go as deep as possible as soon as he was ready to blow his load down my throat. As i was sucking Sirs cock, I wanted to stroke my cock which was straining in my cock cage. Sir unlocked me and i stroked stroking my rock hard cock, and began to pre cum heavily. Sir bend over and started sucking Mt cock until i busted my nut in his mouth. This apparently got Sir to start face fucking me more aggressively. Sir buried his cock down my throat to the base, before shooting his load deep in my throat. This time there was no gagging at all. Sir told me that our next few lessons would be tiring, and they should take a nap. He put his arms around me and we kissed passionately. Sir then asked me how I felt about our lessons thus far, and i said I couldn't have a better, closer teacher. Sir said that porn movies are not like real life. They are with buff guys and huge cocks, or beautiful bubble butts. Sir started he seen plenty of gay porn, but never one that included anything about love, just pure raw sex. Sir continued by telling me from now on, I was not to use the phrase fuck me, but make love to me. I told Sir I couldn't wait for him to make love to me. We fell asleep spooning in each other's arms. I could feel Sirs cock growing against my ass. Sir woke me up and said, I want to fuck you." I wisely said I don't want you to fuck me, but make love to me. Sir said good boy. He said there were many positions to make love in, and he was going to show me a few. He told me to remember what they were called, as after the lesson he would like to have his guts filled with my cum in him. Next Chapter11: Assume the Positions 2

Chapter 9: Oral Exams The next morning I got up before Sir, eager to take his full cock for the first time. Sirs cock was rock hard and I was confident he would be fully in me that morning, but i had to take a piss. When i returned to the bedroom my step dad was on his back on top of the sheets wearing a shiny cock ring. On the end table was a bottle of lube, and some strange small bottle. I told Sir i wanted his full cock in his ass. He said you can't always get what you want. Tell me you NEED it boy! I told Sir I needed it, and Sir asked me why? I said I was now becoming a man, and that i wanted my Sir to be a part of that journey. Sir kissed me and said good boy, now suck my cock. He added he wanted me to take it as far as I could. He laid back and took a hit of the poppers. I was curious about the poppers and why he was sniffing them, but couldn't take my mouth off of Sirs cock. He got a good 7-8 inches down his throat before I started gagging, and taking my lips off his cock. I then asked Sir what the bottle was. Sir then told me it was my next lesson. He told me to get up next to him, and when I did he kissed me and congratulated me on a great job going down on his cock. I said thank you Sir. After that Sir explained that the bottle contained poppers. He said back in the day, they were known as video head cleaner by some, but that's rare now. He showed me how to close one of my nostrils and sniff up open nostril. I was eager to try, but Sir kept the bottle from me telling me he was disappointed that I didn't ask how they would effect me. Sir advised me not to just jump into doing something I've never done without asking questions first, as that could get me into some serious trouble. Sir explained that this was extremely important this weekend. I apologized and asked Sir if poppers are a drug and Sir said no, but they are used for purposes not intended. I asked so that's why people used to call them video head cleaner? Sir said yes, and happy that I caught onto that. Sir said that illegal drugs were likely something I would encounter being a gay man. Sir told me he had better not ever find out I'm doing illegal drugs, and if so he would make sure mom knew I was gay, but not about their personal actions. With that Sir put the bottle to my right nostril, telling his boy to pinch off his left nostril. I started to sniff too deeply and Sir pulled the bottle quickly from my nose. Sir asked me how I felt and i said like I had never felt before. I said there was a rush of heat through his body, and Sir told me that's why one of the more popular poppers were called Rush. Sir explained that the sensation i had was normal, but added that poppers help relax you, and in particularly your ass. Sir reminded me I'd need a hit or two before taking his cock fully up my ass. I told Sir i NEEDED fucked by him. Sir said he had one more lesson before not just fucking me, but making love to me. Next Chapter: Assume the Positions.

Chapter 8: Fast Forward. Part 2. I was in heaven having my step dads lips around my cock. My friends blow jobs were good, but nothing like this. I wanted to cum quickly, but my step dad gave me my first lesson in edging. He could sense that his step son was about to cum, and took his mouth off my cock, and started caressing and kissing me. This worked the first time, but not the second time. I told my step dad i was sorry to disappoint and my step dad said he wasn't disappointed, and actually thought I'd cum during the first "break." I then told my step dad i wanted to suck his cock. My step dad said great cock suckers are well trained, and expect to take it slowly, closely following his instructions. He first told me to worship his cock and balls by simply kissing them. After that he instructed me to simply lick his cock and balls. After that he told me to put his balls in his mouth, and gently suck them, but he would be telling me to suck harder at times. After doing all 3, he said i was off to a fast start. He then instructed me to put his cock in my mouth, only a little past the head, and suck lightly just like i did on his balls. Once he was content he told me to go deeper and again start sucking lightly and progressing. I thought I got a bit more than half of my step dads cock in my mouth before he shot his wad. My dad didn't swallow, but kissed me swapping his load. The afternoon was growing old, and my step dad suggested we shower together and go get dinner. We did just that, soaping up each others cocks and balls, as well as our asses. My step dad brushed his cock on my tight pink hole, and i asked him to fuck me. My step dad just said there are a few things to learn before I take your virgin ass, but he was happy that he asked first. We went to a nice restaurant and had an amazing meal, then returned to the hotel where we immediately stripped and went to the "tent bag" which was actually a portable sling. I asked if that's where I'd loose my virginity and he said not tonight, but likely tomorrow. I was disappointed but wanted to do as instructed. After the sling was set up, dad got out his trick bag, and said he first had to teach me the proper way to clean before sex. He pulled out a shower shot, and connected it to the shower. He explained that first of all eating before would complicate the process. He explained that after not eating, you could usually release the water into the tub or shower. As we had a large dinner he explained it would be best to get some water in, and release it in toilet until clear, and finish in tub. I had no idea having sex was so much work for a bottom!

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.

Denver went from 3 bathhouses to zero, dfw only has club Dallas remaining, if it’s true Hawks closed in LV that still leaves 2. The newest is Kuma club which opened about a year ago

When I was first struggling with my sexuality, straight, bi and gay were on the table. My first encounters with men involved sticking my dick thru a gloryhole at a bookstore in Houston. Later a friend from my high school days would go with me to a local bathhouse to attract men for a quick nut in the dry sauna. One early morning, I went back to the bathhouse alone and wandered the halls...peering into open doors...while listening to men in other rooms fucking. Those sounds and being 20 years old soon had me rock hard and needing company. One partially open door had an older man inside laying on his stomach. I took a chance and stuck my head thru the door. About 20 minutes later, I was working my dick up his ass and soon had an epic orgasm. AIDS hadn't emerged so I was raw and didn't appreciate what I was doing. Once AIDS took hold my SAFE SEX period began. I'd decided that I was gay and much more inclined to be a Bottom in my 30's. Once drugs became available for treatment of HIV, life loosened up and I re-explored raw sex with close friends. I've mentioned before how many beautiful men I watched die miserable deaths from AIDS. I wasn't scared straight, but condoms became an integral part of my sex life. Sex with strangers was no longer part of my playbook. Even now...with pRep making anon sex a possibility, I refrain. I've established strong friendships with a group of men and it's a wonderful life. pRep is now the key towards no hesitation when sex is available but including strangers isn't important to me. I know many enjoy it, but my many life experiences have framed my boundaries to this day.

It’s hard to determine by the self-reporting in the unscientific polls we usually run around here, plus you have to settle on a definition first. By ‘vers’ do you mean anyone who ever performs the opposite role, even if only on the rarest of occasions? Or do you mean truly flexible flip-fuckers who do both easily at will? There are lots of guys on here who will claim to be total bottoms, but will also talk about the circumstances under which they’ll fuck another bottom - meaning they’re not actually total bottoms. Polls here generally show about 24% self-reporting as ‘vers’, and 66% identifying as ‘bottom’, but it’s clear that a very substantial segment of those bottoms are not total bottoms and could be thrown into the ‘vers’ column if your definition is loose enough. My guess is that the number of bona fide total bottoms is likely equivalent to the number of bona fide total Tops, at around 10% each. That would suggest that, to some degree, 80% of gay guys will flip depending on the circumstance. But again, that depends entirely on how you frame the question.

I am that chick on Grindr lol. I've been on their for about 3 years now. Started in Atlanta looking for my first double pen with bi guys, then... Honestly Ive been on bz since 2016. I feel that females should be able to like what they like. Without being shunned for it.... now I also feel that if we are being made to accept ts woman as such. TS chicks saying they are straight and don't like girls. Thank technically we both are one in the same. So how come Its weird to see me (3 holes)woman on gay sites.

My answer is bareback feels so much better and I love the intimacy of sharing semen with a man. Once I say this a lot of men do not ask any more questions. if they ask me if I'm clean I simply say yes. I hate this question. if they ask my status or ask me if I'm positive I tell them I am and I'm on meds, undetectable and checked regularly. guys are much more educated these day understanding I can't transmit and most guys are on PrEP.

Introvert, except when in comes to group sex. I want my pole in every hole and every pole in my hole 😁

I think the increase in willingness to bareback is due to a couple of things: Lots of guys are on PrEP now and do not care about your status. Younger guys now only understand HIV/AIDS in an abstract way; most of them cannot remember when guys were dying left and right.

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

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

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

Dark room sex is number one on my sleazy list. Your entire body is up for grabs and I fucking luv that.

I love to swallow as well but also get off on being humiliated and receiving a facial to parade around in public

The first time I sucked a cock I swallowed. I was 18. It never occurred to me that there was any other option. I've been hooked on the taste of cum ever since.

Chapter 28: Exploring the POZabilities. Once the trick left, Sir asked me what he enjoyed the most about the weekend thus far. I told him that it was him making love to me. Sir was overjoyed to hear that. Sir then asked me what turned me on the most, and u said watching the poz porn videos. Sir asked why, and I said that it was just pure raw sex. It always seemed harder and rougher which turned me on. I added that although I loved the romance between us, I'd love to experience sex like i saw in the poz porns. Pure carnal sex, even if it was with someone negative. Sir told him he was correct, but the reason for the weekend was not just for him to make love to me for the first time, but to show me the different sides of M2M sex Sir continued by saying he and his father had sex for the first time on his birthday, but it had nothing to do with love. His dad considered him as nothing but a hole, and quickly started letting his friends to use him as a hole too. He explained that his father was divorced, and had a playroom in their house. He explained that his father was horny 24-7 and it wasn't unusual for him to come into his bedroom in the middle of the night to breed him. On many weekends, his dad would invite his friends over and they would all use him as they saw fit. I hugged and kissed him, and actually started to cry a bit. Sir then told me that i hadn't heard the worst of it, and i asked what that was. Sir told me that within 6 months, he had become positive. I gasped and said what? You're positive? Sir said yes, but undetectable. Sir told me he knew nothing about Prep at the time, but made me promise that i would go on Prep immediately. I agreed. Sir explained that he was fortunate to find a doctor who would make sure he would get on anti virals, and not having to go through his dad's insurance. Sir explained that he had been on anti virals since he was pozzed. Both Sir and I were raging hard at this time, and Sir suggested we pop in another one of his hardest core poz porns, and then have pure primal sex. I said he'd love that.

Chapter 27: Coffee Tea and Pee Sir had brought two big coffee to go boxes, and several gallons of tea. Sir asked us who preferred coffee or tea. I said coffee and the trick said tea. Sir said perfect, and then we would have a taste test after breakfast. He told us we would head to the shower where we would drink directly from each others taps, after tasting a sample of our own piss. Sir encouraged both of us to drink lots of our chosen drink, and to let him know when felt we had to first piss. He told us at that point we would still continue to drink, until it became almost unbearable. Once we reached that point, Sir had us fill a cup half filled with our piss, and then we headed to the shower. Sir instructed us to finish the entire contents of the glass reminding us to remember the flavor. Once we did so, Sir instructed me to get on my knees, and the trick to piss directly into my mouth. Sir was quite pleased that I barely spilt a drop. When Sir started seeing the tricks stream weaken, he told the trick to stop, and feed him his remaining piss. Sir gargled my pissin his mouth, savoring the flavor. Sir didn't even have to tell the trick to get on his knees, or for me to feed him my piss. The trick did amazingly well also. I knew to stop and add his piss in Sirs mouth for him to savor.. Sir said that the tastes were somewhat similar, however the coffee was a bit stronger, and both very different than the beer piss the night before. The boys both agreed. The trick reminded Sir that he had to leave early afternoon, change and go to work. Sir said he knew, but had one more lesson for us, and a farewell suprise. Sir told the trick to bend over, and he was going to piss up his ass, and then breed him. The trick quickly bent over, and I looked disappointed. Sir told me i would get his this piss up my ass that afternoon. Sir had quite the bladder full of piss, and he started by just pissing on the tricks hole, before sticking the tip of his cock in and letting loose. Sir told me to lay under the trick, and collect the piss that oozed from his hole! Once Sirs bladder was empty, he told me to suck his cock to get him ready to breed the trick one last time that day. Sir got hard quickly and pounded his hole fiercely before nutting deep in his ass. Sir told me to eat his load from the tricks ass, and then to swap it with him. They still had lots of time before the trick had to leave, and Sir told him to get in bed naked with him and me. Sir began deeply kissing us, and told the trick to seriously consider if he wanted to be owned and collared like I was. Before the trick answered, Sir told him he thought he was already well experienced in somewhat vanilla sex, but wanted to explore much deeper. The trick agreed. Sir explained that being owned meant more than just having sex. Sir said that he would control everything he did sexually. He explained that before he could jack off, he would have to ask permission, however he noted his cock would likely be locked in a chastity cage for some time. He told the trick he would randomly text him asking where he was, and then give him instructions like go to the restroom and take a picture of him pissing, or sucking a strangers cock in a stall. The trick was pretty sure that he knew his response, yet still wanted to think about it. Sir said that's fine, but if you snooze too long you loose, as others have expressed a desire to be owned also.

I enjoy swallowing but I prefer a my face getting splattered and it landing in my mouth as well

Chapter 25: The Effects of AIDS Sir then popped in another video and warned us the video was quite graphic, and showed guys wasting from AIDS. He explained that he was showing us the video not to encourage us to determine if AIDS or even HIV was for us, but to show us what could happen to either of us. Sir told the trick that if he eventually decided to be owned by him, he would be required to go on prep and be tested every three months. Sir put in the video and it wasn't long before both of us said it was too much seeing the AIDS wasting guys. Sir was happy to hear that, as he wasn't planning on showing them much more. Sir then suggested getting back to experiencing things they saw in the prior porn, and they did. The trick first spoke up saying he was interested in experiencing what he had seen with the guy secured to the large wooden cross. Sir explained it was called flogging, and although a St Andrew's Cross wasn't needed to do it, it was the most exciting way. Sir told us to lay together spread eagle side by side the best we could. Sir went to his trick bag and retrieved another set of restraints and several different floggers. Sir came back with the restraints, and blindfolded us as he didn't want us to see them. In addition to floggers, he had an assortment of crops, paddles, whips and ticklers. Sir made sure our cocks were pulled from below us, and started tickling our cocks and balls with a feather tickler. Sir was amused at how ticklish we both were. He moved from our cock and balls to our backs, side and eventually our ears. After Sir worked our ears, he nibbled on our lobes, and stuck his tongue in them after he blew gently in our ears. Next up was the crop. He had a standard riding crop and used it on both of our asses. He started off very easy on each cheek, stopping when he saw us squirming some. Both of the cheeks on both of the boys were a nice shade of red. Sir lightly rubbed their cheeks to help ease any pain, then he kissed their cheeks, and slipped his tongue into each of their holes. Sir wanted the boys asses to feel a bit more comfortable before he used his round leather paddle with holes in it on their cheeks. This was Sirs favorite paddle, as it left amazing marks on their ass. His second favorite paddle was a granite one which could be either put in a freezer, or heated up to provide 2 very different sensations. He decided not to use it though, as a bit too much. Sir began paddling each cheek until they were a brighter shade of red then before. This time Sir took it a little further than their initial comfortable level. Sir continued with a cat whip, but focused on their backs rather than their asses this time. They were close enough where Sir could take nice wide strokes hitting both their backs. Sir started aiming between both their backs, giving them a pretty equal impact. Sir did whip them pretty aggressively but the impact was shared between the two. Later Sir would still take wide strokes, but the major impact would be on both of their outermost cheeks with the whip just brushing their inside cheeks. Once Sir finished, he cracked a large bull whip and said are you ready for this boys? In unison they said no Sir. Sir laughed and told the boys he had no Intention of using It on them and told them he wanted to hear them laugh again and took the feather tickler to them again! Sir then said he was going to fuck them both deep, and the one that didn't get his load would get it from the other boy. Sir made sure his load went deep into the tricks ass, as he loved seeing his boy fucked. Sir plugged the tricks ass first, and once his boy was loaded his boys, and suggested they shower together and call it a night. Before doing though, he suggested they watch a bit more porn and chug a few beers.The boys agreed, but would it really be the end of the night?

Chapter22: Extra Pepperoni? Afterwards Sir suggested we relax some, and order a pizza. Sir ordered a pizza and then got between us, playing with our newly shaved balls and cocks. The pizza boy delivered, and I answered the door naked. The pizza boy wasn't suprised as he knew the motel was a hookup place for both straight and gay guys. He'd seen both many times while delivering and always had a piece of paper with his name and number on it. It said to text him, and remind him what room he met them in. The pizza boy said they didn't have to order extra Pepperoni as there was already plenty in the room! Sir told him to come over and pull his cock out for his tip. Sir put the pizza near the bed, Sir started sucking his 8 inch cock, but rather than having him shoot his load down his mouth, to shoot it on the pizza. The pizza boy came quickly, and dropped a huge load onto the pizza. Sir gave him his BBRTS name, and told him to look him up. Sir also said that if he had any locked pics to unlock them, and if not to add some, both frontal and back. The trio finished their pizza, and Sir was about to put the poz porn back on. He told the boys that he wanted to have a conversation with them first though. He looked at the trick and explained that the biohazard symbol did indeed mean that the person is positive, but doesn't mean they have Aids. He explained that they had HIV that can possibly lead to AIDS if not medicated. Sir continued by saying that guys that are positive could be undetectable which meant they were on meds and couldn't transmit HIV. Sir told us that we had to be careful on who we had sex with. He added that even if we were careful, we could still get HIV. Sir explained that the best way to prevent that was by taking Prep, however that wouldn't prevent STIs. Sir explained that there are many toxic guys out there who like to stealth negative guys that they fuck without either disclosing their status, or lying about it, just adding another guy that they've infected to put another notch on their belt. Sir added that they may even see guys with tick marks around their tats indicating the number they have infected. The trick asked Sir how he knew so much about being poz, and Sir said he was owned when he was their age, and had a rough yet caring Master, like he was, that taught him the ropes just as he was doing for us. The trick asked if Sir had any regrets on being owned, and Sir said yes as his Master issued strict punishment when he didn't follow the rules. Sir said as a Master he is firm, however he would never beat a slave until he bruised them like his Master did. Sir then told them he wanted to show them. It was a video his Master had shown him, and passed along to him. Sir warned us that the video was quite graphic, and if too much for either of us to say, and he'd stop it.

Chapter 7: Fast Forward. My birthday was several weeks ago, however my birthday camping trip was delayed several weeks due to weather. The trip was going to be either amazing, or terrifying. That morning mom gave me another present and step dad packed up the SUV. Mom said have fun, and said she'd wished she could come, but not into camping. She asked her husband about his gift, and he said he'd give it to him later. Little did either know what that meant. They got into the SUV, but instead of to a campground, a rather sleazy motel. I was confused, and questioned my step dad. He told me he had something to discuss, and besides he hated camping. I then asked about the tent in back. My step dad just laughed and said it was Something more exciting than a tent. They got into the room, quite the roach motel. My step dad lit up a cigarette and offered one to me. At first i declined saying i didn't smoke. My step dad laughed and said the rules were no lies, only truths. My step dad said i needed to be aware of my surroundings when smoking both cigarettes and my friends cock. He then reminded me of the poolside cam, and that i should be happy he saw and deleted them before mom did. They got on the bed together and his step dad immediately asked me if i was gay. I said i was questioning and asked if he was. My step dad said bi, but more gay. He continued by telling me that he considered me gay. I asked why, and he said he's seen me watching him in shower, and admitted he'd watched me shower and play with my cock also. I told my step dad that my friend and I have discussed the same and that we had come to the mutal decision that we were both gay, but inexperienced besides watching his gay porns! My step dad laughed and said, yes I was thinking some were out of place! He then asked me if I wanted some real life experience. I said yes Sir, but your my dad. He replied my step dad, not my flesh and blood. My step Dad said good boy. He said he would address him as boy, and not son, and he was to address him as Sir, and not dad. I totally agreed. My step dad said he was hoping id be open to real experiences, and to get naked under the covers while he went to the SUV to get the tent. Before leaving the room he put in a gay porn, but told me to keep my hands off of my cock. He returned and then put the "tent" on the floor, looking at his step son under the covers creating his own tent! My step dad said this weekend would be one of discovery and learning for both of them. He reminded me that i had to be open to new experiences but if i felt uncomfortable just say, and he'd stop. He also reminded me that if he wanted to do something specific to just ask. With that my step dad stripped and got into bed with me. I told my step dad i wanted to experience my first blow job from an experienced cock sucker. He looked suprised saying he thought me and my friend and had already experienced oral. Isaid yes Sir, but neither of us were experienced at it. My step dad pulled back the covers, putting my pre cumming cock in his mouth, and started to worship my cock more than it had ever been worshipped before. To be Continued in next Chapter under part 2.

Chapter 5: Just Say Gay. A few days later my friend called, and invited me over, but said no experimenting as his dad was home. He just thought we should talk some. I agreed. This time I found him at the pool with swim trunks on, and no cigarette in his mouth. This must be serious I thought. He started by saying that he thought about our previous question about experimenting or being gay. He said he kinda changed his mind, and was thinking that yes we were experimenting, but well on the road to becoming gay. I asked him why he thought that, and he explained that he was really turned on by seeing his father naked in the shower. Not only that, but he was always excited when the two of us got together. Even in his baggy trunks, I could see he was getting hard, and so was I. I added that he also said he didn't get hard with his female encounter, and he said yes that's another reason why he thought was at least on the road to gay. I asked him if he thought that was wrong, and he said that's what society would have you believe, but after doing some research, he found there were many gay people out there, both male and female, but they had to live their sex lives private. I admitted to him that after him telling me about his step dad fingering his hole in shower, I thought it was hot and tried it. He laughed and said so did he. At the same time we asked each other if we came hands free. At the same time we both said yes. He then asked me if I was up for more in depth experimenting. I said yes, but not sure what gay guys do. He said sane as straight people, but just up the ass. I said I wasn't still sure, but I'd think about it. He said he felt the same way, and happy I wanted to think about it first. I suggested we both take the first step, and consider us gay. At the same time, we said GAY and high fived each other. We then jumped in the pool and it was pretty innocent. We both fondled each other's cocks under our suits. Surprisingly to us both, I kissed him on the lips, and looked into his eyes saying gay! He smiled and kissed me back, saying gay! Of course I went home and jacked off a load as I'm sure he did.

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

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.

I messaged a cute 19 year old with a great bubble butt on Grindr one night, and after chatting for about an hour or so, we agreed to meet up. We didn’t specifically mention having sex, but I was pretty sure it was going to happen. We lived kinda far from each other so we arranged to meet up halfway at a park near where he used to go to high school. I got there and I saw him on a path by the baseball diamond, he was even cuter than his pictures. It was a warm night and we were both wearing just shorts and t-shirts. He took me along the path to a bench that was secluded by trees so it was pretty dark, and no one could really see us unless they were really close. We talked for about 5 minutes before we started kissing. He sat on my lap and ground his ass against my crotch as we kissed. I knew I was going to fuck this twink’s ass. He slid off me and knelt on the ground and pulled my cock out of my shorts and started sucking it, it felt perfect. After about 5 minutes he turned around, pulled his shorts down, showing me a jock strap on his perfect bubble butt. He bent over so I could see his hole. Still sitting on the bench I started rimming him. I stuck my tongue as far as it could go in his ass and I could tell he had cleaned out well. This boy wanted to be fucked. “You want this ass?” he asked. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “You have a condom?” My heart sank. I usually don’t have a condom because most guys are willing to bareback these days. “No," I said. He sat back down on my lap still facing away from me. My cock was nestled in his crack and was still wet from his blowjob. He slowly started rubbing his crack on my cock. He kept getting a little higher until the bare head of my cock nestled against his hole which was still wet from my rim job. “Fuck I need that cock,” he said and started slowly sliding down my naked dick. He sighed as he bottomed out and started riding me. He bounced on my cock for a couple minutes, then got off me and knelt on the bench, holding on to the back rest and jutting his ass out. I rimmed him some more until he said fuck me til you cum. I sank my cock back into him and asked him if it was alright to cum inside him. He said yes, I want your load. I fucked him slowly for 10 minutes and then felt my orgasm coming. “Fuck I’m gonna cum in you,” I said. He moaned as I emptied my balls into his willing ass. I slowly pulled out and spread his ass cheeks apart so I could watch my load dribble out of his ass onto the ground. The next time we met up at the park he was lubed up and ready to go and I just sank my bare cock into him. No mention of condoms.

sometimes I think I am really weird. It turns me on to be fucked bareback and while top is pumping away, I say please don't cum in me, please pull out! But top just fucks me harder and faster until he explodes his cum in me. OMG that turns me on.

I was married to a woman for 18 years. Cheated with hundreds of men throughout the whole course. Started off just getting blown at the adult bookstore booths. Then I discovered that I like the dirty theater scenario more. Again, I would just sit back watch the girl get wrecked by some stud and some hungry cocksucker gave me relief before I made a hasty exit. Then one afternoon while so I thought I was at a meeting, I was enjoying a very sensual servicing from a very hot mouth. A crowd of 8 to 10 men made their way to where I was seated. The guy now between my legs looked up at me and gave me a devilish smile while popping his eyebrows up to communicate how hot of a scene was transpiring. Suddenly I looked to my left and a very tall man with a very long cock was standing just out of my reach. Looking up, he must have sensed what I wanted. He took two steps forward and without hesitating I began to devour his dick. I knew immediately this was the first of many cocks that I would hungerly worship. I also knew immediately that while I was struggling and having trouble with his fat fucking rod, I was trashy cock worshipping size whore. Over the years I would continue my quick rendezvous with strange dick. At first I feel guilty and then that began to fade. Once I discovered the baths, I found my first addiction. Using Casino visits as my excuse for the late night excursions, I found I was very much into exhibitionism. I would focus my time spent in the public play areas of the club. For a long time it was only oral play until my curiosity went out and I bottomed for the first time. Again, I was completely hooked. There was absolutely no guilt at this point. Then in my 30s I met a guy that introduced me to tina. Jock muscle daddy type. He expertly introduced me without pressuring me too much. He was a Slammer but I wasn't ready to take that jump. Tried smoking but I couldn't get the technique. He manipulated me by saying he didn't know how to smoke and I'd be on my own if that's what I wanted to do. But if I trusted him, he guaranteed a way that I would get high. The first time I got high from Tina was off the needle. He was a total top and at this point I pretty much only wanted to suck dick and take it up the ass. He put me in his sling, got just the head of his dick inside me, and began the process of getting us both blasting into orbit. He actually found a vein, got a register, and then had me take the needle and hold completely still. He inserted his point, got the register, and drove it home. He's very experienced in slamming so he didn't cough. He then pushed that beautiful fuckslut potion into my arm. After coughing violently as I was told that I would, I looked up at him with slightly blurred vision. He had a ravenous look on his face. He started slowly sawing his eight and a half inch dick all the way in and out of me. As he was feeding me poppers to prepare me for the violent fuck he was going to deliver, he asked me what my wife would think if she saw his Rock cock sliding in and out of my supposedly straight hole. This degradation made me squeal with the light. I told him that I wasn't worried about what she would think. But if she was to see it, it would make it so much hotter if she was restrained to a chair with a high-powered vibrator secured against her clit. He looked kind of confused, and I explained how depraved of a scene it would be. Her being forced to watch her cheating whore of a husband on his back with his legs in the air spread wide begging to be wrecked by this fat fucking rod. He grabbed some Maximum Impact and a rag as I continued the Twisted fantasy. I told him the vibrators purpose was to cause her body too disobey her instincts. As she is witnessing the two of us fuxk like wild animals, we take great pleasure in degrading her, talking shit about her being unable to keep me satisfied, and gleefully informing her that while she has been kept in the dark to it, her sleazy man has spent lots of nights over the years using his fucking asshole, throat, lips and tongue on hundreds of dicks. That while she was at home completely oblivious, I get off on being used by complete strangers. At this point I completely embraced cheating. A threshold was crossed that I wouldn't be able to return from. As the rag was placed over my mouth and nose, I felt the coldness of the spray. I obey his order to breathe deeply. Suddenly my Vision begins to rattle as my eyes are rolling around in their sockets. The sounds of the hardcore fuck flick playing as well as the electronic music thumping changed, and it began to sound like my head was inside of a tin can. Disassociated, I began to fly. I saintly hear his voice say "oh yeah there it is". And he begins to pound into me with everything he had. As I began to come come back to earth, I suddenly became aware his hand was over my mouth. Apparently I began screaming nearly at the top of my lungs. They were screams of ecstasy. Once I had more bodily control, I grabbed the chains on either side of my hips tightly, and began to try to throw my big bubble ass into his violent thrusts. He kept power fucking me for the next 20 to 30 minutes until he asked me if I wanted him to come in my ass. I very enthusiastically confirmed I wanted him buried completely to the hill so I can feel his cock violently spasm, pulse, and throb. I began to grind my hips to add friction to his brutal assault on my slutty mancunt. As he approached his climax, I caught him by surprise with my filth. I told him how hot it would be for my pathetic prude of a spouse to be removed from the chair, retied in a position that she can lay on her back, and then positioned below us on the floor looking straight up at his dick tearing up my hole. Unsure if it was something that would be a turn-on or turn, it was a risky suggestion. He growled in lust. His thrusting became more and more Primal. He made me beg for his hot juicy load. As I frantically begged and pleaded to be filled, he got a medicine look on his face. His strong hands gripping tightly around my thighs, he spit in my face, and furiously pounded into me. He then told me he was going to completely fuck the straight out of me. My voice saying yes yes yes rapidly accompanied the sounds of his fucking monster dick power fucking me faster and faster. We simultaneously cried out in ecstasy as he flooded my greedy hole. As I played with his nipples while squeezing down on his hog, I knew I absolutely love embracing the sleaziness of being a pathetic tweaked out cheating slamslut.. there were many nights over the years that things got more intense between us as comfort level was built. It wasn't two weeks later that I went for a daytime encounter he invited me over for. What I was unaware of is that he invited to other hung studs that were also into slamming and getting super piggy. Being very comfortable with my unfaithfulness, I was very upfront before things got underway that anything and everything they can come up with in regards to my cheating kink is on the table. I dared them to try to makes me feel ashamed. No need to get super detailed as this is already been pretty long-winded. The highlight of that session is something I'll never forget though. My ass hanging over the side of the bed, laying on my side. One dick pounding my hairy hole, as I'm bobbing and twisting my head on the other guys meet coating it with thick saliva and moaning into it, my bud approaches us with my phone in his hand. He informs me that someone's trying to get a hold of me. Turns out it was my wife. Without missing a beat, I respond to her text message. For several minutes, we have a back and forth conversation while I'm pinned between two dicks and stroking a third. As probably predicted, I'm divorced from her. I enjoy my freedom, but at the same time I do miss the pleasure I felt from cheating at every opportunity on my bride. Undiscriminately servicing any and all hot cocks that want to sample my pornstar level talents and skills. Oh well, I'll have to just settle for the joy of letting myself be used by men that don't even bother telling me their name or saying thank you when they're done with me. It's my new place in life. I hope this nonfiction recollection was enjoyable.

5. Trophies “You fuckin’ idiot!” He heard a voice from far away. He coughed, threw his hands up to his throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to kill him before he even does the job?” He heard the same far away voice, incredulous, like it was shouted in a long, echoing tunnel. Chris rasped in several breath before he trusted he was breathing again. He sat up in bed naked, still high as fuck, but was alone in the master bedroom. The men had left him, and sounded like they were downstairs arguing. “So I got carried away,” he heard Polanski trying to defend himself. “You get carried away. Look at the way you offed the Bailey family. One by one, Brody. One by one. You ain’t no Saint Sanity when you get worked up. How many pieces’ that Tony kid in now? How many fingers did you cut off, how many ears, and whatever, before you just went and slit their throats? That wasn’t just for the old man’s benefit and you know it. You liked it! You was enjoying yourself.” Chris was trying unsuccessfully to process the evening. How much time had passed since he blacked out? Johnny Carson was on TV doing his opening monologue. It couldn’t have been that long. Still flying, not a lot of things made sense. Then, like someone had flipped a light switch, the pieces of the night fit. The last he’d heard on the television news, the sewer pipe, the two cons, they were right here. Chris crawled off the bed. On hands and knees he crept to the staircase to observe the men. They were in their boxers again. “Listen, you dumb shit. That was to get the dirty cop to squeal where he stashed it. It worked, didn’t it?” Bailey, Don, Brody, whatever his name was, he was no cop. He smacked Polanski in his forehead. “Think, dumb shit. Be smart.” Then he said in a low voice, “If you want to snuff the kid, wait till he brings out the stash, then you can have all the sick motherfuckin’ fun you want. But you almost fucked up what was pretty complicated set up to begin with. Drax would have had both us skinned alive, and I do mean skinned! We seen him do it to that poor fuck Jackson.” Polanski shivered. “So what now?” he said, starting to pace nervously around the room. “So now you go up, and hope the kid recovers. Then you beg him to forgive you, hope he ain’t dead or damaged, and will still do the job for us. You kiss his ass, suck his cock, and do whatever it takes.” “We gonna be straight with him?” “We gotta, but he don’t need to know everything. I’ll do the talking. He’ll trust me more than you, but you gotta make it up to him. Be his pal. You been a mean fuck ever since we busted in on him. Play nice.” They both looked up the staircase. Chris ducked back quickly in the dark hallway. He scurried back to the bedroom, got on the bed, and played possum on his side as the men came back into the room. Polanski got on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Hey, kid,” he said, “kid, you still with us?” Chris faked like he was stirring, throwing his hands to his neck like someone was choking him and sat up in panic. “Nah, nah, you’re okay,” Polanski said nervously. “Things just got a little out of hand, but you’re okay now. Man, I sure am high. How ‘bout you?” “Yeah,” Chris said hoarsely. “You were choking me.” He shoved Polanski away with both hands. “Yeah, nah, I was just playin’, but like Brody knows, I sometimes get carried away. I play too rough.” “Brody?” Chris asked confused. “Ah, geez,” Brody, as Polanski now called him, sighed and put his head in his hand. He sat down on the other side of the bed and put his hand on Chris’ back. “Yeah, we gotta come clean with you kid. We ain’t no cops.” “What?” Chris said in disbelief. “If you’re not the cops, who are you?” Brody laid out it out for Chris. “Nicky and I are ex-cons. We were just released from upstate after doing our time. And the first thing we do is we come pay a visit to the guy who set us up, the crooked cop who lives here. He’d been skimming money off the top for years from the man we work for. A Mister Jones.” “Mr. Jones?” “Well, that ain’t his real name, but better you don’t know.” Brody went on with his story with Chris pretending to hang on every word. “So the dirty cop’s family is away, okay? So we bust in on him. We had to get pretty rough with him, but he finally admitted that he did a bad thing and that he had the money squirreled away in the house, in the duct work. So Mr. Jones instructs us to use Bailey’s uniform and police stuff to get you to come out to Flushing to help us get the stash. Seems like he had his little kid go deep in the ducts and hide the goods where big guys like us can’t get to it, so the only way to get it is for a little guy like you to get it for us. You’re like part of our gang now.” “Did you kill Manetti,” asked Chris, honestly fearing the answer. “Nah,” Brody said. “He hadda done it himself. You seen the place was chained from the inside. Mr. Jones used that as an excuse for us to show up.” “Yeah, and I’m real sorry. I was playing too hard. But it’s ‘cause I like you. I think you’re really sexy and hot for a little skinny guy, and I got a thing for breath control. It’s just a thing I got.” “Yeah,” said Brody, “and it looked like you maybe got a thing for it too now by how much you came all over me.” “Yeah, I don’t think I like it,” Chris said, rubbing his neck. “Nah, nah,” said Polanski. “Not a lot of guys do, and if you, I mean you, me and Brody ever was to, you know, go at it again, and I hope we do, ‘cause the dirty cop ain’t coming back anytime soon,” he said darkly, “so maybe, once we get the stash, maybe we can mess around again, if you want, but only if you want.” “And no choking,” Brody added, running his hand up and down Chris’ back. “Just fun stuff. I like you too. You’ve got a hot little hole like I rarely seen, and a real sexy little bubble butt, which if we didn’t have a job to do, I could right now, cause I’m still horny, right now fuck you again.” It was true. Both men were getting a rise in their shorts. “Yeah,” said Polanski, getting back to business. “But we gotta finish the job, right Brody?” “Nah, you’re right Nicky. So, kiddo, what you say? You part of our gang, help us pull out the money? Then we get back here,” Brody padded the bed, “and we go at it for round two?” “You’d let me be part of your gang?” Chris asked. Both men nodded. “Would I get some of the money?” Polanski raised a brow and looked at Brody. Brody gave him a look back and said to Chris, “Sure, sure. Being in the gang means you get a cut. But we have to give most of it back to Mr. Jones. You understand that, right?” “I guess. I never been in a gang before. And then we can get back here and have more sex? Cause right up till the choking, I really liked it. I never been double fucked before. I guess this’ll be night of firsts.” There was so much untruth dripping all around, as they all looked at each other they all knew they were full of shit, but had to buy it to keep up the ruse.“So let’s do this,” said Chris. They went downstairs and out to the garage. The men’s tools were laid out on the floor near a vent next to the washing machine. The grate was off. Brody gave Chris a small flashlight and a map of the ductwork maze where the cop had his son hide the money. Chris got down on his hands and knees and crawled inside. Even for him it was a tight fit. The two men leered as his ass scuttled away from them. Brody said, shining his flashlight on Chris’ butt admiringly, “Let’s get this done quickly ‘cause I gotta have some of that pretty pussy again.” “Yeah, boy,” Polanski called through the duct, “Taking both our kielbasas means you’re ready for another game I like even better than choking called fisting.” Brody hit Polanski on his forehead again, but Chris had already rounded his first corner and his head was busy sorting through his options. All that stuff his brother had told him came back. Plan B. Look for a way out. They were going to kill him, he was certain of that, so how was he going to make an escape. Here he was, naked crawling through ductwork. If he manage to get out he’d be running down the street naked yelling for help. Well, that was the least of his problems. From the moment both of the men had their hands on him, he felt they were never going to let him out of their site even for one second. Except now. It had to be now or never. Looking at the map there was one tunnel that led to the HVAC system’s main unit in the basement. If he got down to there, he might be able to crawl out one of the basement windows. He scurried the direction he was sure was the route to the basement. It didn’t take him long but once he got down to the basement level he found the only vent into the room was sealed with a grate. He stomped his foot at it. It didn’t budge. He tried again and again, making an awful racket. Brody shouted into the vent what was the matter? He kick against the grate with all his might and it popped off. Nothing, he shouted back. He saw a rat and had to scare it away. He slipped out of the vent and landed on the cold cement. The floor was kind of sticky and slippery. In the dim room he saw the basement windows glowing from the outside streetlights. He went over to one of the windows and unlatched it. It was a lot narrower than he thought, only about six inches high. He was small but not that narrow. Plan B. He walked over to the staircase and again felt the floor was slick and sticky. Once he climbed to the top of the stairs he tried to open the basement door but it was bolted. There wasn’t a latch he could open. A key had to be used to open the door on either side. There must be a key down here somewhere. He felt around for the light switch and flipped it on. The basement was a horror show! Four bodies in various stages of dismemberment were tied to metal folding chairs all facing each other. They were all naked. A blond woman with several knife wounds on various parts of her body was nearest to the stairs. The crooked cop, the one Chris now recognized from the Disney photo, was as big as Brody, was tied up next to her. His neck was sliced ear to ear. Most of the floor’s blood looked to be his, although each family member contributed to the gore. The oldest boy was the one Polanski had talked about. Three of his fingers on his left hand and all the fingers on his right were clipped by garden sheers lying bloodied on the ground. His neck was also sliced. But what was done to the little kid that freaked him out the most, caused him to give up on this particular plan B, of getting out through the basement. As Chris got back into the vent he tried to un-see what he’d seen. The kid he was so envious of? No one deserved a fate like that. In the dark, he follow the map again. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, but he kept seeing the kid’s agonized face. Both ears had been clipped, his blond hair matted in red blood. In his mouth, his ears peeked out. As Chris got close to his goal, where there was an X on the map, one glimpse, one flash he tried to push away, but couldn’t: the imprinted image of kid’s bloody crotch. His eyes refused to focus on the particulars of where the blood had come from. He didn’t need to. He knew. Then there, in front of him, was the black briefcase. What kind of psychopaths was he dealing with? What reason could they have to produce such a nightmare? He flipped the clasps and opened it in the narrow vent. Stacks of hundreds neatly lined the case. He was no math wiz, but a quick count of rows times columns times ten stacks deep. The crooks had two million reasons. There was a banging on the metal, and Brody shouted what was taking so long. While he gazed at the money, he shouted he’d gotten to a dead end and got lost. He closed the clasps and turned around in the vent. He added that the map wasn’t accurate but he’d found the briefcase. He was freaked but he knew he couldn’t show it. As he started retracing his steps, he saw there were streaks of blood he’d trailed in from the basement. He had to wipe it off. He re-opening the briefcase and took out a couple of hundreds and cleaned his feet. He had a couple of spots on his knees and hands too, so he took out another couple of bills and wiped himself off with those. It didn’t take long to get back to Brody and Polanski. He pushed the briefcase out and Polanski grab it. Polanski couldn’t help himself and cracked the briefcase. All three of them stared at the contents. Brody was the first to speak. “Holy mother of Christ.” He put his hand on Chris’ butt and started rubbing it. “I think this calls for a celebration fuck. Who’s up for a nightcap?” They flashed glances at one another, and Brody took his finger and felt up Chris’ hole. “Ah, boy. We’re going to have to give you a special reward.” Brody and Polanski shared an evil grin. While they were climbing the stairs back to the bedroom, Brody asked, “So the map was really off?” “Big time,” Chris answered. “The stuff wasn’t where the X was and the layout wasn’t right. That’s what took me so long.” Brody set the briefcase next to the door. “So,” said Brody, “whiskeys on the house.” Chris asked if he could have one. “Sure,” Polanski said. “You earned it, didn’t he Brody?” Brody gave a nod. Chris trotted into the bathroom and brought back a glass. Brody had taken off his boxers and was playing absently with his enormous member. Polanski was around. “Where’s Nick?” he asked starting to pour drinks. “Dunno,” Brody responded, staring at the TV. Johnny Carson was joking around with Joan Rivers. “Hey,” he said lumbering off the bed, “We need a better show. How ‘bout you entertain us while you entertain us?” “Huh?” asked Chris as he poured the final glass. “I want to see how Manetti played with you while we play with you. I got the tape downstairs.” He went to fetch it. He had only a few seconds. Manetti’s drug box was on the cart. He opened it and took out the bottle of G and spit the contents between two of the drinks. He replaced the vial in the box, just when Polanski reappeared. “Crisco!” the man announced. “Promise I’m gonna curl your toes.” Chris gave Polanski his shark smile. “I feel ‘em curling already.” He handed Polanski his whiskey. Brody came in holding the VHS tape and popped it in the VCR and pushed play. Chris handed him his drink, as the familiar grunts of Manetti fucking him played in the background. Brody held up his glass. “We, who are about to die, salute you.” They both looked at Chris and each of them downed their glasses in one gulp. The two men squished their faces. Chris followed suit and stuck out his tongue making a gah sound, which made the men laugh. Polanski grabbed the almost empty bottle. “How about a chaser for a job well done, and to the newest member of our gang.” He divided the remains between them. “Bottoms up!” They raised their glasses again and kicked them back. “Okay, bottom. Up!” he ordered Chris. “On your back, head here,” Polanski barked. “Knees up.” Not used to hard alcohol, the whiskey got to Chris’ head pretty quickly. Combined with the earlier crystal, he was starting to feel spaced and horny. He got on the bed, listening to Manetti fuck him on TV. He forced his mind not to think about Manetti, but focused instead on Polanski. Even though he didn’t like the guy he was a sexy fucker. Brody knelt next to him and pushed his head toward his erection. Polanski greased two fingers and slipped them into Chris’ asshole. It felt good to have Polanski in his chute. Not liking him somehow made him harder. He bore down on Polanski’s fingers and took them right down to the knuckles. Polanski said to Brody, “This kid’s a natural. Look at this.” He greased up four fingers and slipped them with no resistance into Chris. Brody gave out an excited moan. “How ‘bout being a real pig, kid. Eat daddy’s hole.” He raised himself from feeding Chris his dick and lifted one leg over Chris’ head and sat his hairy butt on his face. “Dig in there, pig boy. Clean daddy’s dingleberries.” He complied eagerly, using his hands to spread Brody’s cheeks further apart, using his tongue to untangle each strand of clotted hair. The closer he came to Brody’s asshole, the more hardened fecal matter he found. Polanski added his thumb and Chris felt his whole hand pressing at his entrance. Again, he bore down and his asslips swallowed all of Polanski’s hand. “Woo-ee,” shouted Polanski. He wasn’t patient or caring like Manetti, he didn’t wait for Chris to adjust to his hand, just began pulling his hand out and pushing it back in again. Chris yowled under Brody’s ass each time Polanski yanked out his hand. He raised his hand to tell Polanski to take it easy, but Brody grabbed them both. Brody’s ass was firmly on his face, and the big man started rutting impatiently for Chris to get his tongue deeper his hole. When Chris traced his tongue around his asslips, the man gave out a huge farted. The skin vibrated lewdly on his mouth and Brody grabbed his head so Chris couldn’t get away. The smell was foul but he was stuck smelling it. Polanski was picking up the pace, pulling one of Chris’ legs over his muscular shoulders to get Chris to spread of his legs wider. The violent punching was winning. The helplessness of being pinned up such a big hair butt and his legs force apart while his hole was being wrecked, caused Chris to surrender completely. Polanski took the surrender to increase his attack, pulling out fiercely. He stopped for a second to admire the red pedals of the rosebud he was creating. “That’s it boy, push!” shouted Polanski, tapping on the rectum that was coming out of its hole. “I want some of that,” Brody said woozily, getting off Chris’ face. He scuttled down to Polanski and each man took one of Chris’ legs and pulled him apart. “Look, this little fuck still has a boner.” He looked at Chris who was wiping bits of Brody’s shit off his face. “You gonna let us do whatever we want to you, ain’t ya, boy?” Chris nodded. Brody greased his big paw and stuck four fingers into Chris. His hand was too big to get, but Brody stubbornly kept pushing his paw against Chris’ resisting hole. “Give it up, boy.” “I can’t,” Chris said. “It’s too big.” That only made Brody more determined. He leaned into the boy, and forced his fist in. Chris gave out a cry of extreme pain. His torso shot up trying to expel Brody’s huge mitt, but Brody twisted and prodded his hole enjoying the spasms he was causing Chris to endure. The hand popped out of the boy as he fell back on the bed. “You pussy,” said Brody, with weary eyes. “Let’s try that again. Daddy likes depth. C’mon, open your cunt for daddy.” His hand shot into Chris again, and though it was agonizing, Chris felt his rectum was prepared this time to accommodate the invasion. Brody was even rougher than Polanski, more aggressively tunneling deep into his hole. Polanski watch amused, though his breath was increasingly labored and shallow. Brody laid flat on his side to reach into Chris’ hole, Polanski fell from his knees to one butt cheek. He looked at Chris’ hard on and reached out and smacked the kid’s balls. The kid jumped but Brody’s fist in his ass held his in place. Polanski slapped his balls again, then took a fist and punched him in the nuts. Chris’ ass muscles reacted by baring down hard on Brody’s wrist and that egged Brody on to go in deeper. Chris’ intestines could accept any more of the girth of Brody’s hand, yet Brody’s face showed that a little thing like Chris’ anatomy wasn’t going to stop him. “The goal is the heart of the boy, and you’re going to give it to me,” stated Brody as he pushed in another inch. Polanski didn’t let up punching Chris in the balls. Chris’ head was back on the bed struggling to resist these two psychopaths, his hands flying in the air. There was a bounce on the bed. He looked over to see Polanski laying on his side. Brody looked at Polanski laying there, said, “Lightweight.” He pushed himself up on his side and pulled one of Chris’ legs over his fleshy shoulder. He stop for a second and examined the bottom of Chris’ foot. His face displayed his puzzlement. “Boy,” he said having a hard time put words together, “why have you got a red foot?” His mystified expression suddenly sparked with a dull anger. He pulled up Chris’ other foot. “You been someplace you shouldn’t.” There was such an ominous tone, Chris knew the man figured out where he’d been. “I’m gonna fuckin’...rip your heart...out of your…” The big man went down. Chris laid there for a moment. Brody’s hand was still far up his colon. He felt his fingers slightly twitching. His balls ached painfully, he was sure Polanski had damaged him. He started trying to pull his chute off of Brody’s hand, but at first only managed to pull Brody along with him as he slid across the bed. Without realizing it he found himself on the bed’s edge, his hand gave out under him, and he fell backward landing on his back. The quick, forceful drop pulled Brody’s whole hand out of him in one go, and also pulled out of Chris a gut-wrenching shriek. He now had that empty feeling once again, but this time he was very happy about it. The bedroom phone rang on the nightstand behind his head. The digital clock showed it was just after two o’clock. He knew who it was. He picked up the receiver without saying anything, just listening. “Do you have it?” Master Drax said on the other end of the line. “Yes,” Chris answered. There followed a long pause so long, Chris thought the connection was lost. Then Master Drax continued. “Are they dead?” He leaned over Polanski who hadn’t move since he fell over. He got in close to see if he was breathing. He was, but just barely. His lips were blue and his skin very white. Brody was breathing hard, but Chris had noticed he was always breathing hard. “No, but they don’t look good.” “Bring me what you found in the ventilation system. Leave the briefcase. It will attract undue attention to you. Put the contents in your bag and bring it to me.” Brody started to stir. Chris stepped back in alarm. The large man raised up on one hand, then vomited all over the bed. He looked around the room disoriented, saw Chris, tried to focus, but his eyes closed and he collapsed into his mess. “Leave them. Move quickly, child.” There was a click, and then dial tone. Chris went in the bathroom and splashed water on his face, then all the mess off his ass. What was he going to wear? His clothe in the washer were wet probably. He ran into the large walk-in closet. Half the clothes were the wife’s, and the other half were the dead officer’s, all way too big for him. A bright red jogging suit with white stripes hung next to the door. It was also way too big, but there was a belt rack on the back of the door. He could cinched up the waist with one of them. He grabbed the jogging suit, which uncovered the officer’s holster and police revolver. He wished he’d found that before. Now it seemed after the fact. He put the briefcase and his gym bag on the bed and began transferring the money. He looked over at Polanski. He’d quit breathing. All the money fit with a little room left over. He ran downstairs to the garage and got his damp clothes out of the washer. Sprinting back upstairs he stopped off in Eddie’s bedroom, found his sneakers, and sat on the kid’s bed tying his shoes. He went back into the bedroom to fetch the bag, when Brody rolled over the side of the bed with great effort, but even more determination. He stood teetering, blocking the door. “You little fuck,” he said, looming menacingly, taking one step at a time toward Chris. Chris back up with each step he took, but there wasn’t anywhere he could run. He was cornered. He jumped up on the bed, but the big man grabbed his foot and Chris tumbled off onto the floor, banging his head on the closet door. The man stumbled toward him. Chris scrambled up and backed into the closet, closing the door behind him. He grabbed the holster and moved to the back of the closet, far away the door. The door flew open and Brody charged at him with a monstrous roar intent on tearing him limb from limb. Chris pulled the Glock out of its holster, clicked off the safety, and emptied six bullets in the man’s stomach. Brody was knocked backwards with each strike, but still stood his ground, taller and now madder than ever. “I’m fucking gonna reach inside you and tear out your lungs.” He charge again at Chris, grabbed Chris by the neck and lifted him to the ceiling. Chris unloaded nine more rounds, first hitting his shoulder, his arm, his chest, and, finally feeling his throat about to snap, shot him between the eyes. He kept pulling the trigger long after the gun was empty. Brody fell backward dropping Chris to the floor. His body made a loud thump. As he sprawled, arms wide, on the emerald green shag carpeting, red streams of blood slowly spread in all directions. Chris slowly stood up, still in shock. It wasn’t till the heavy revolver slipped out of his hand that his flight instinct took over. He jumped over the dead man, snatched up his gym bag, and sped out of the house never looking back. A black Camaro sat at the curb. Its engine gunned once as Chris approached it with mounting dread. At curbside he bent down to view the driver and his fate. Inside a large shark-tooth grin spread from ear to ear. “Nice work, Chief,” Manetti said holding the wheel, gunning the engine again. “Love the outfit. Red's definitely suits you. Get in.” Chris did. The car squealed down the street, wheels smoking, laying eight feet of rubber minutes before the cops arrived triggered by several reports of gun fire.

4. 249 Station Street, Flushing, Queens Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break, every step you take I’ll be watching you After the massive amount of chem piss Manetti shot into him, there wasn't much more of the night he remembered. He didn't think there was any more filming. Although he was excited thinking he was a star in his first porn video, the actual act of getting fisted and spunked by Manetti was the thing he relished as he woke up. Somehow he'd gotten back to Manetti's apartment. He awoke naked but collarless, a little spaced out about the rest of the evening's events. He rested for a long time on Manetti's futon. A sheet was covering him, but it looked like he had kicked off a blanket. It was already hot in the apartment and it seemed only to be early morning. The VCR clock said seven-oh-three. He felt his butt and found it very wet and greasy. His head felt like shit and he was pretty disoriented, but got up and went to the bathroom. Sitting there, he tried to gather his thoughts. He's pretty sure he got put on a fuckbench and had been ridden by Master Drax and Jamal. His memory was fuzzy. Manetti had opened him up sufficiently for Master Drax to ram his mammoth cock into him, but funny enough he couldn't really remember it. He remembered that Jamal went at him for a long time. He was rough at first but he'd put up little resistance and they soon fell into a hypnotic rhythm that lasted for hours, literally, till the first light of day came into the air shaft. He seemed to remember Jamal pissed in him too. They were like dogs marking their territory, he thought. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but after that things got sketchy. He thought his memory of Master Drax would come back to him, but right now, sitting on the toilet, he couldn't recall anything after Jamal’s pissing. It hurt, that's as much as he could remember of Master Drax. That, and he distinctly remembered Manetti wasn't there. He released a huge volume of piss from his ass, then followed that up with a slew of shit, grease and blood. When he wiped he was alarmed by the multi-colored streaks: red, brown, yellow, pink. But he knew what he'd been in for, so why actually be surprised? His hole felt it was at least twice the size it had been. Actually it felt amazing. He squeeze a couple of times and realized he couldn't completely squeeze it shut. Overall, the lingering thoughts he had from last night was that it was an adventure he was glad he had, especially what he and Manetti shared, but goddamn did he feel like crap now. He staggered out of the bedroom, saw the back of Manetti's head in the kitchen tub, and crawled back in bed. "Hey, Mike," he managed to eke out, talking into his pillow. "Are you coming to bed?" But he was back asleep before he heard any answer. *** The front door erupted with a tremendous pounding. Chris opened one eye and determined, by airshaft light, it was late afternoon. He looked at the VCR: four-ten. The banging began again. "Mike?" he said. "You there?" The third thumping this time was the loudest, longest, and most determined. He pushed himself up and trotted to the front door. He cracked it opened as far as the chain lock would allow to discover two police officers standing there. "Your neighbor called in a complaint about water leaking from your apartment," the older of the two officer said. He was a big, red-headed guy with a flushed face and greying temples. The other officer in back of him had buzz cut and cold green eyes. “He thought the water looked bloody," the officer added. He peered over Chris head and looked alarmed. “What the hell is that?" He pointed his night stick at something behind Chris’ head. Chris turned around and was dumbstruck. Manetti was naked in the bathtub, wrist slashed, lying in a pool of bloody water. "You need to let us in, young man. Unlatch the door," the officer instructed. The buzz cut officer got on his walkie-talkie and called the incident in. They waited as Chris slipped off the security chain. When he opened the door the younger officer said wryly, "You might want to put on some clothes." It took Chris only a second to realize he was standing in front of them naked. His wasn't thinking, obviously. How could he think? He was just now only fully waking up to the horror of the scene. He looked at Manetti, colorless, his eyelids closed. He focused past him and he saw his clothes hanging on the window grate, now dry. He walked woozily over to the window through a puddle of blood-drenched water. No underwear on the grate, he couldn't remember where that was, so he just slipped on his jeans and his t-shirt. He turned around. The two officers had come into the kitchen and the younger one, the buzz cut guy, put two fingers to Manetti’s neck. He shook his head at the other officer. The red-headed officer introduced himself as Officer Bailey. Chris heard words but they were muffled. Mostly he heard he heard his own blood pulsing through his head. He tried to anchor himself by looking intently at what was in front of him. A police officer in his late forties who looked like a little league coach or Scout Master. Open face, a little flabby maybe, but still solid for his age. There was a bit of tomato sauce on his chin. He wondered what the tomato sauce was from. Officer Bailey nodded at the other officer, said his name was Officer Polanski, then he quizzed him, "Mind telling us your name, son, and who this is and what happened?" His question was nothing more than dampened words under a blanket. Officer Bailey saw the blank look on Chris’ face so he slowly repeated the question: "Your name, son, his name, what happened?" It took Chris a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head before he could pull any kind of answer together. "I don't know. My name’s Chris Prior.” He looked back horrified at Manetti. “I just came in from Los Angeles. Last night. This is Mike, Mike Manetti." He stopped in his tracks after saying Manetti's name. He couldn't continue. Didn’t allow himself to think beyond the officer’s question. "You saying you just now seeing this?" Polanski, the second officer, asked skeptically standing by Manetti’s body. Chris put his hands on his forehead trying to process the scene, then said, a half-step behind each word he spoke, "Yeah, I woke up when you knocked.” It was almost as if he was testing the ground with each word to see if they still held up to reality: "I just flew in from LAX last night. I came here to find my brother. This is his boyfriend, roommate. Was his…" He trailed off. Bailey went in the other room to search the apartment putting on latex gloves. Chris heard him responding to his walkie-talkie. Officer Polanski looked around the room. "You here alone 'cept for him?" Chris nodded. "He leave a note?" "I don't know. You know as much as I know. Is there?" They both scanned the room from where they stood. Chris' eyes kept coming back to Manetti. He had no idea what to do, had no clue why this was happening. The wall phone suddenly began ringing loudly making him jump. Chris looked at it as if it was an alien object. He picked it up. “Hello?” he said in a daze. Master Drax spoke to him in a quiet voice, "Are the police with you?" "Yes," Chris said, staring at the ground. "Do whatever they say. Cooperate with them fully. Now say, 'I haven't seen him today.'" Chris repeated, "I haven't seen him today." He gave a sideways glance out the window and saw an outline of a dark figure on the other side of the air shaft. "Don't say anything to anyone. Just keep saying you don’t know anything.” Chris got out tentatively, “O-kay.” “I'll be in touch again." There was a click, then a loud dial tone. Polanski said, "Who was that?" "I think his boss. Wanted to know why he wasn't in." "Why'd you say you hadn't seen him?" Polanski pressed. There was something dark yet familiar about this officer. Chris didn't have many run-ins with cops in Long Beach but Ben had. The area of Long Beach he grew up in was called Dogpatch. It was close to the refineries and the sprawling Los Angeles harbor. It was also an area where convicts were released. The Burger King close to his house was off limits to him growing up. It was a place crawling with ex-cons and their wives and girlfriends, to cops and fights and arrests. Polanski reminded him of the kind of cop that used to harass Ben. Ben had been busted for being underage at a local gay bar when he was sixteen. He was on the cops' radar ever since. Bailey came back in to the kitchen holding Manetti's box of drugs. He had it open, displaying the contents to Chris. He asked if Chris knew anything about it. He said he didn't. He'd just met the guy last night. He just let him crash here but that was all. Polanski scrutinized him. "What are you, kid, fourteen, fifteen…thirteen?" Bailey gave him a back-off look. "What?" he whined to Bailey, "The kid don't have hair down there. So what am I supposed to think? Maybe we need to take him in for a statement then hand him over to Protective Services?" "I'm eighteen," Chris said, trying not to sound indignant, though he was a little embarrassed they saw he was hairless when they caught him naked. "Eighteen, huh," Officer Bailey said, with a raised eyebrow. "And three month, Sir," Chris added, riffling through his wallet to find his driver’s license. He knew officers like the 'Sir' thing, at least that’s what his brother had told him. When Ben was still at home, his brother was always telling him stuff like that. Like always look for an exit, or always have a plan B, which meant nothing to an eight-year-old. Or like always have two answer for any question you’re asked, if you shoot a gun keep firing till it’s empty, don’t ever mix G with alcohol, stay in your room when mom and Carl are high—useless or obvious stuff like that. Hell, for ten years he didn’t even know what G was until last night. "Here's my driver's license. And I don't know anything about this guy’s drugs habits. Maybe he was a dealer. I don’t know." He was emphatic. "I came in late and we went to sleep, and...." "And that’s why," Polanski interjected, "you're just getting up now, at four o’clock. That don't make no sense." "Jet lag," said Chris defensively. Then quickly added, “I guess it’s jet lag. Sir.” "So you come here looking for your brother and you meet this guy..." "We wrote a couple of letters and he said I could stay with them, with him. He told me he was his roommate, boyfriend, whatever." "And he let you stay the night." Polanski had that real prosecutor's attitude he'd seen Ben subjected to in court. "And the next day you wake up, late in the afternoon, answer the door naked as the day you was born, and this guy’s lying in the bathtub with slashed wrist, and you don't know nothin' about nothin'? Come on. You gotta do better than that." Chris looked crestfallen. Things were happening too fast. Last night was a crazy sex party, some of which he couldn’t even remember, and right on the heels of that craziness, this. Officer Bailey saw Chris' consternation. He sympathetically asked how long his brother had been missing. Chris didn't know exactly. Mike, he thought, said something like two weeks. Polanski chimed in, wanted to know if a missing person’s report was filed. Chris didn't know that either. Maybe he should have, he didn't know why he hadn't. He was in California. He looked down dejected, determined not to cry. Officer Bailey watched him carefully. There was something street wise but also pitiful about the kid. "So this guy's boss calls just now," Polanski continued prosecuting his case, "and you tell him you didn't see him today, even though he's sitting in a bathtub dripping blood two feet away. You covering up for something, aren’t ya kid?" "Nick, enough with the third degree. Can't you see the kid's about to lose it? Son,” Officer Bailey squatted down and squeezed Chris’ thin shoulders. “How much money you bring with you?" Chris took out his wallet again, counted out three singles. "When was the last time you ate something. I couldn't help seeing you're skinny as a rail." "Last night Mike made me some soup. Before that I had a cheese sandwich and crackers on the plane. I don't have a plan B. I know that's stupid. I'm a big, stupid moron, but honest, officer, I don't know about any of this.” Chris pointed at Manetti. “It's the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen. And I really didn’t even know the guy." Chris felt a crippling heartbreak hiding his true feelings about Manetti, how he so callously pushed aside how he really felt about him so quickly. Like he was talking trash like this, with him in the bathtub, right there. He prayed Manetti couldn’t hear him. What a fake and a jerk he was, how right his dad was about how worthless he was. Tears welled up and ran down his face, but he refused to acknowledge them and simply let them roll off his cheeks. He wanted Ben. He needed him now more than ever. He also wanted to go and throw his arms around Mike, wake him up, shake him, hit him, but instead he felt frozen in place, a sniveling little coward. "Listen," Officer Bailey said, sitting Chris at the kitchen table. Chris stared at the back of Manetti's head. "No, look at me, son." He turned the chair away from the tub. "You're not in trouble, but you are a witness. And there’s at least this stash of drugs in this apartment. Detectives will be here soon and take over the case. They'll do a full sweep, turn everything upside down. The coroner’s also coming and will take out the body. So you can't stay here, see? Do you have anywhere you can go? A relative? Maybe one of your brother's other friends?" Chris looked out the air shaft debating whether to talk about Master Drax. He noticed Polanski wasn't in the room. He decided that bringing up Master Drax or the place across the air shaft would be a bad avenue to go down with someone like Polanski. "Hey, Don, come take a look," Polanski called from the other room. Chris heard his own voice on tape rambling energetically, "And I want to get fucked in the gas station toilet. I want that fat turd, Duke, the owner, to fuck me from behind while I'm licking the urinal. You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul." Chris came into the bedroom to see Polanski looking through the camera's viewfinder. Polanski rewound the tape a bit and hit play, and Manetti's and Chris' raunchy sex played out of the tinny speaker, no visuals needed. Polanski shut it off. "Doesn't look like you went to sleep right after you got here, pal," Polanski said. "Care to revise your story?" *** Chris totally bailed on Manetti. Said he tricked him to take drugs he didn't want. It wasn't entirely untrue, and he pressed how he was tied up and not at all into it until the drugs kicked in, and then he kind of went crazy. Bailey and Polanski could see that if they looked at the whole tape, which would be really humiliating, but at least it would show he wasn't a willing participant. Polanski wasn't buying it, but with Bailey, there at least was a strand of sympathy. "That why you don't have any hair? He did that to you in the sling when you were tied up?" Chris nodded. "Shitty pervert. So Nick," he said to Polanski, "look what the kid went through. He's out here by himself, don't know where the hell his brother is, run's into this dealer who tricks him, gets him high, ties him up, does God knows what else to him besides shaving him, and wakes up to find the guy who tied him up dead. The perv probably knocks himself off in some last act of conscience for what he done, and you're ready to lock the kid up for trusting this low-life scum. Anyway, look, it’ll be the detectives’ problem in a couple of in a half hour. All’s I'm saying is the kid's been through enough without us piling on him." Polanski frowned. "Yeah,” he looked the kid up and down, “well, maybe there's something to his story." He seemed a little ashamed. "But where does that leave the kid?" Bailey thought for a long moment before he said, "Well, I'm helping you out while you and Molly work things out.” Polanski looked embarrassed. “You're camping out in Tony’s room while my spoiled kid’s off in Europe. He could stay with us for at least a day or two since Kitty and Eddie are at the shore with her ma. He can have Eddie's room. Boy,” he said to Chris, who looked back at him with a spark of hope, “hate to say it, but you look like could use a bath and a couple of hot meals. I don't see how that puts us out any, Nick." Chris looked at the two men expecting Polanski to reject the idea flat out. He looked the type who’d be a real douche bag. "What about the tape?” Polanski asked. “It's pretty incriminating.” "What tape? I didn't see no tape," Bailey said innocently. He looked at Chris, who finally cracked a smile, "Did you see any tape, son?" Polanski pursed his lips, then gave in, shrugging his shoulders. He definitely let Bailey do the thinking. That suited Chris just fine. Bailey seemed like the first nice guy he met in New York since he got here. "We're square then. So, Chris," Officer Bailey said bringing out his wallet, "Here's ten bucks. Go to get some pizza down on Saint Marks or whatever.” He added conspiratorially, “But I'm telling you, Saint Mark’s pizza is the best pizza in New York. Then you catch the seven train out to Flushing. Here's my address." Bailey wrote out the address on his notepad and handed it to Chris. "I’m right across from where the train lets you off. Me and Nick, that is, Officer Polanski, we get off duty in an hour. We should be wrapped up here and back at my house by seven. Think you can get to us around then?" Chris nodded, he definitely could. He thanked Bailey, gratefully pumped his fleshy hand. He even shook Polanski's hand. He found his shoes and began putting them on. He still felt like a fuckhead betraying Manetti, but what was he supposed to do? He certainly didn't have a plan once Manetti offed himself. As he was tying his shoelaces, he wondered why Manetti did it, wondered if something happened after he blacked out. The drugs really fucked him good. As he picked up his gym bag, he flashed on the fact that even the small amount Manetti first slammed him with, he couldn't recollect when Manetti putting a dog collar on him. That was fucked up shit. He swore that was last time he’d ever slam. He saw keys on a hook next to the door, pocketed them, and then left the officers to do whatever they do in these types of incidences. He look back one last time at Manetti who, lying there in the tub, looked almost peaceful. *** Saint Mark's pizza was probably the best pizza he'd ever eaten. He ate two slices and drank a soda, then ordered a third slice. He downed it all while sitting on a stool looking out the window at all the people go by. In one corner of the pizzeria, a TV blared a local news station running a clip of President Reagan giving a speech at the U.N., followed by a traffic report about all the gridlock the president was causing, then ran a local news item about a manhunt in progress upstate. It was just noise that he easily ignored, and instead watched the spectacle out the window. What a bunch of freaks! Punk rockers were all over the place with their spikey Mohawks and safety pins in their noses. Tourist would come up and take pictures of them, then they’d chase the tourist and demand money. Most of the time the tourist paid except one guy in a cowboy hat refused and a fight broke out. A cop came over and broke things up. On the subway, the New York circus continued. An old man in an ascot held onto a subway strap in one hand and clutched a blind Chihuahua in the other; several ladies were touching up their heavy makeup in compacts; grannies in scarves with full shopping carts jabbered away in a foreign language; a group of drunk sailors in white sailor suits piled in and got off when he did at Forty Second Street. He transferred to the train to Flushing. There was graffiti all over everything, the connecting tunnels, the trains, even every single support beam had initials or a little drawing on it. The sailors reminded him of the graffiti in the abandoned building, then he thought of Manetti and started feeling low. After two stops on the Flushing train, a group of homeboys boarded the subway car with their boombox playing earsplitting rap music and started break dancing. They were really good. Spinning on their heads, using the poles in the middle of the cars to swing around, doing complete flips in the moving car. Before they got off they passed around a cap and he put a dollar in it. The boy who passed around the cap said thanks, bro, and held out his hand for a high-five. He high-fived him and that made him feel good. A couple of stations later four older black men got on and started harmonizing a familiar Motown song. Their harmonies and phrasing were perfect. The man he gave a dollar to blessed him and put his hand on his shoulder. Boy, New Yorkers, at least the brothers he saw, were really talented and super nice. As the train went on, fewer people got on. He followed the stops on the sign over the windows, counting down to the last stop. There was only maybe a dozen people when the train finally pulled in. One older Spanish lady was talking to herself vacantly looking out the window. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Chris guessed she was probably homeless, clutching her paper bag of valuable. He slipped two of his last dollars into her hand. She stopped talking for a second, looked up at him and said, Dios te bendiga, then went back to talking to herself. Or maybe she was praying. The platform clock pointed to a little after nine. He knew he dawdled coming here, and the train ride was much longer than he expected, but he was still surprised how late it was. The quiet street was dark, but finding the house was easy, especially because there was a hand-carved sign on the corner of the garage that said “The Bailey’s.” The big two-story house with little basement windows he guessed was a typical house for the neighbor, but he wasn't used to staying in anything so nice. To Chris it seemed like he was walking up to a mansion. He rang the bell and Officer Bailey answered. It was strange to see him in yellow boxer shorts and no shirt, but of course it was a warm night and he wouldn't always be walking around in his uniform. “Really nice house, Officer Bailey,” said Chris, as the older man ushered him in. Chris tried to keep his eyes up, but there was definitely a big packages swinging in those boxers. Bailey was a big bear of a man, not really muscly, but very solid. He had a large pillowy chest covered in reddish-brown fur, a tattoo of a lion on his shoulder, a cobweb sketched on his elbow, and a barbwire band around his left bicep. Chris tried to steer his mind away from how sexy his thought this daddy-type cop was. They entered the living room where a Yankees-Red Sox game was playing on a huge TV. He thanked the officer again for letting him stay, but Bailey interrupted him saying to call him Don, and pointed at Polanski sprawled on the sectional sofa in his boxer shorts too, saying “and that cocksucker is Nick.” "Yo," Polanski said curtly, and went back to watching the game. Polanski shirtless was a real piece of work. Both of his arms were covered in full sleeves, and there was very little that wasn’t inked on his chest and legs. His neck too was covered. What bothered Chris was that almost all of the ink, beside a few motorcycle-riding skeletons and smoking devils, was about white power and swastikas. He had to acknowledge, though, Polanski’s body was hot. He was built like a boxer, not huge, not particularly tall, but also not an ounce of body fat on him. His head was dark from short-cropped black hair. He lounged with one arm cradled behind his head showing off a sprawling pit of black hair. He smoked a cigar and scratched his shorts a lot revealing, Chris thought purposefully though he never looked at Chris, his big pecker. Several empty beer cans litter the coffee table. Both the men look well on their way to getting pretty sloshed. Don and Chris stood behind the sectional and followed the game for a couple of minutes. A warm night breeze came in from sliding glass door and the vertical blinds slapped together noisily under the din of the game. Don asked him if he wanted a beer, and Chris cheerfully accepted. Don said there was Popeye’s Chicken on the counter and plenty of beer in the fridge, that he should just help himself, that they were very informal here which was pretty obvious as he pointed to himself and Nick. Chris put down his bag and strolled into the kitchen. He’d never seen a kitchen as nice as this. Expensive looking pink marble was everywhere, rich redwood cabinets lined all the walls, and recessed lighting lit the room dramatically like it was a movie set. There were fluorescent lights but they weren’t turned on, just the spot lights over the marble counter and little lights under the cabinets. Big copper refrigerator and stove matched each other, as did the copper dishwasher. Even the sink was copper. It didn’t seem to fit Don, but maybe his wife was in charge of decorating. He piled his plate with chicken and a big heap of warm fries. He came back with his plate and beer, happily sitting crossed-legged at the coffee table, watching the game with the two men. Through a couple of innings, his opinion of Polanski didn’t improved, because as the game went on Polanski kept swearing racial names at the black players. Chris was too familiar with these kinds of asshole that grew up around him and did his best to only pay attention to the game, the food, and how nice Don was. At the end of the fifth, Don picked up Chris' finished plate. When he bent down he noticed Chris’ stink, and suggested he should probably wash up before bed. Bailey said his room—Eddie's room—was in the middle of the hall. Nick was in Tony's room at the far end, and the master bedroom was at the top of the stairs. The guest bathroom was right across from his room. Chris chugged that last of his beer, got up and thanked Don again for letting him stay, and also for the ten bucks. He said he had a couple bucks left but Bailey waved him off. He thanked him also for the beer and also for the chicken. Don interrupted, said enough with the thanks. Thanks enough, he kidded him, would be not to have a stinky bum in the house. Chris was a little embarrassed, but scurried excitedly upstairs with his gym bag to find Eddie’s room. His jaw literally dropped open when he entered the room. He looked around, thinking, what a life Eddie must lead! Soccer, swim, and baseball trophies were everywhere; posters of race cars and football players lined the wall; and a big Madonna poster was taped to his closet. The kid even had his own cassette stereo system with huge speakers and tons of neatly filed tapes. He didn't think cops made so much money. Eddie was so lucky! This rich kid even had his own color TV, a VCR, and Atari console, with Super Pac Man and Donkey Kong boxes stacked on the TV. He hoped he'd have some time to play them. On Eddie’s dresser, a framed Little League picture showed him holding a bat over his shoulder. He looked a little shorter than Chris and a whole lot younger, twelve maybe. He had blond hair like he did, and striking blue eyes, but what stood out the most to Chris was that he had a smile so confident and winning it literally beamed out of the frame. There were other pictures of him along the walls: him on the pitcher’s mound, mid-kick in the air making a soccer goal, him and his older brother with their ski masks up at a ski lodge, him and his family at the castle at Disney world. This guy had it all. The only thing that was weird was that the man in the Disney photo sort of looked like Don, but not really, but the photo was taken from far away so the family was really small. Mainly the picture was of the castle. Chris set his faded green gym bag on the dresser next to the photo. Looking around the spotless room, with its royal blue shag carpeting, and purple high gloss walls, and white wooden shudders, he felt his gym bag was probably the dirtiest, dingiest thing in here, well, except for maybe himself. Chris crossed the hall, dropped his jeans and t-shirt on the bathroom floor. The shower was all glass and polished metal. He got the temperature to where it was nice and hot, then relished the multiple jets washing over him. It was probably the best shower he was ever in. Jets sprayed him not only from the top, but also at his sides. He was sure he stank and was grateful Don made a joke out of it. He took up the soap and really scrubbed himself down. There was some shampoo in the stall and he used that too. When he rinsed his hair he saw the soapy water turn yellow, and that made him think of Manetti. He put his back to the jets and just hung there for a while as the water flowed over him. There was a knock on the door. He called out, “Yes?” He climbed out the shower feeling not only had he washed his last month of California off his skin, but also the last twenty-four hours as well. Don rapped again and came in. He looked Chris over while Chris grabbed a bath towel off a hook. Don closed the door behind him, and said he was going to start a load of wash before the game ended. The crystal glass he held showed he had switched over to drinking whiskey, and as the man swayed, Chris smirked to himself thinking the cop would never be able to pass a sobriety test. Chris ran the towel over his legs, feeling a little self-conscious being stared at naked, but the man already had seen him that way, and besides he was a dad and policeman, so he just continued wiping himself off with his towel. The cop said he couldn't help notice Chris' clothes could use a wash, hoped he didn't mind, but he'd already thrown the clothes from his gym bag in the washer and thought he'd just pick up these and toss them in too. "What'll I wear," Chris protested as he towel dried his hair. He saw Don looking at his pits and crotch. "Boy that perv shaved you within an inch of your life,” he said. He ran a hand over Chris’ shaved pit. “Truth is, without the wife and kids here, me and Nicky walk around naked most of the time.” He winked, and wobbled unsteady out the door with the last of Chris’ clothes. Chris quickly scoured Eddie's room and realized, even though he was small, he wasn't going to fit in some twelve-year-old’s clothes. He didn’t relish the idea of being naked. Maybe around Don he would, but Polanski was a turn off. He didn’t have many options though. He slinked down the hallway to see if there was something to wear in Nick/Tony's room but it was locked. He creeped to the staircase and saw the lights were off, and the sliding glass door was shut. Don’s bedroom door was ajar with blue TV light seeping through the crack. “Hey, kiddo,” Don called out, “we’re finishing the game in here.” Chris went in and found Don and Nick lying completely naked on the king size bed. They both sat up against the headboard, each with a glass of whiskey in their hands. Don certainly had a massive package. His reddish-brown fur extended to a dark brown swath of pubic hair, with a large semi-erect boner pointing straight out. "Bottom of the ninth, New York’s up by two," Don summarized, as if it were perfectly natural two grown men to always watch a Yankee game naked together on a king size bed. "C’mere, tiger, sit by your ol’ man.” “Yeah. C’mon, sport,” said Polanski, padding the space between them. His Polish sausage hung over two large smooth balls. The cock had a distinctive bend to it, like a large banana. His body was smooth but his crotch was covered, hip bone to pronounced hip bone, by the most substantial amount of the long, black public hair he’d ever seen. “Uncle Nick’s not going to bite.” He paused a beat. “Unless you want him to. Rarrr.” The two men laughed, then as a full count was announced, their attention drifted back to the game. “Swear to God, if that spade lets him walk I’m throwing my fuckin' drink at the fucker.” The umpire called a final ball, and the batter tossed his bat, trotting to first. Polanski, true to his word, flung the glass at the TV. The shattered glass broke violently with whiskey running down the screen. It made Chris flinch, but Don didn’t seem to care. The man again gestured to Chris to come sit next to him. Chris climbed over Polanski’s tattooed legs, and Polanski put a hand on his smooth young ass and gave him a sharp slap. “Woo-ee, who’s not stinky boy anymore? Swear to God boy, you were as smelly as a sewer pipe, and we’re pretty familiar with sewer pipes, ain’t we Donny?” “There he is,” said Don, as Chris settled next to him. The man draped his arm over his bony shoulders. “Fresh as new born baby. Boy, you do clean up nicely, doesn’t he Nicky?” He ran his hand through Chris’ wet hair. “Sure does. Fresh as a daisy.” Nick leaned to get close to his skin and inhaled deeply. “Fresh as a sweet Sunday morning.” "Give your old man a hug like you do when your ma's not home." Chris looked briefly from man to man, deciding whether to play along. He decided. "That's it, kiddo," Don said wrapping his thick arms around the boy. "You're too skinny, except in some new places." He reached down and grabbed Chris' cock. Chris jumped a little, was weirded out but still kind of getting excited. The man was a big furry bear, and his fleshy chest had surprisingly hard muscle underneath. He felt Polanski creep up behind him. His hand went between Chris' butt cheeks and started pressing against his hole. Polanski said, "Eddie sure feels like he's growing up, don't he Daddy Don? Feels like he might even turn out to be a man someday." Polanski stopped as his finger slipped easily into Chris’ anus. "Ah, man, you gotta feel this pussy, Don. That don't feel like virgin pussy, does it to you Officer Bailey?" They both put a finger in Chris' hole. "That most definitely does not feel like virgin pussy." Both men laughed. Chris was actually getting hard, but then there was the sharp crack of a ball being hit. Both men looked over at the game, completely abandoned Chris' sphincter, and leaned forward in bed, crying, No-no-no-no. The batter sent the ball to center-right and it went over the wall. Three men came charging around the bases and the game was over. Don exasperated, got up and went to a fancy bar cart next to the TV and refilled his drink. "You're cleaning that up in the morning," he said to Polanski pointing at the broken glass on the carpet. "Nother one?" Polanski asked if there was another glass. Don went in the master bath and came back with one. He poured Polanski his drink, and said to Chris, "I'd give you one, Edward, but I have a bone to pick with you, young man.” He looked at Chris with mock seriousness. Chris couldn't tell if Don was just drunk or if he was into some serious role play. He guessed role play but wasn't one hundred percent sure. "Eddie, Eddie. Eddie Spaghetti," he said in mock consternation. "I want you to tell me and Uncle Nick about this". He picked up Chris' gym bag that had been sitting on the carpet next to the bar cart. He reached inside and brought out Manetti box of drugs and set it delicately on the cart next to the whiskey and vodka bottles. "Edward Hunter Bailey, I want the truth now. Where did you get these?" he asked, flipping the lid and pulling out three loaded needles. Chris was taken aback. He'd taken that from Manetti's? Was he serious? What kind of cop was he? And was he supposed to be Eddie responding to this, or himself, Chris? He ad-libbed innocence, "Wh-what is that, dad?" "You tell me, son. It's in your bag." "I've never seen them before. What is it?" "Good question, Eddie. Let's see. Officer, please restrain my son." With that, Polanski grabbed Chris' arms and pinned him face down, ass up, in the bed. "Now, boy, don't struggle or Uncle Nick is going to seriously send you into a world of pain." Chris felt his right arm being forced agonizingly up his back. He stopped moving and let Bailey pull out his free arm. The man flipped over his forearm, and he felt the needle go. In less than a minute he felt his body become flush again with heat. Polanski let him go and he rolled to his side, letting the drug roll over him. Fuck, it wasn't fair, was his last fully conscious thought, but then he was horny all over again, and he knew he was totally going to give into these men. As the drug took him over, he wanted them to. More and more he wanted daddy bear and the nazi to corrupt him. While the crystal coursed through his body, igniting his groin, he ran his hands over his cock and inserted fingers in ass. There was a wash of background noise, but he was solely focused on his hole and how empty if felt. He heard Don ask Polanski if he want it in the arm or neck? "Neck," said Polanski, "it's been a long time." Chris was feeling really energized. He popped got up and paced a little holding his arm in the air, then sat against the headboard to watch Don shoot Polanski up. A new, bent fascination had been born in him. Rather than shying away from needles, he became riveted by them. He’d never seen or even imagined someone shooting up in their neck. He couldn't even conceive of how that must feel, but he wanted to see Polanski do it. Polanski laid on his side at the edge of bed and Bailey knelt beside him. Between two zigzag SS's on Polanski’s neck, Bailey found a thick vein, stuck him, registered some blood, then slowly sent the liquid directly into Polanski's brain. When Don pulled out, Polanski pressed his neck with his finger and rolled onto his back. The man said nothing but his eyes popped open and rolled back in his head, his bent cock drool a shitload of pre-cum. Only the whites showed in his eyes and his lids fluttered. He was spasming slightly. Chris ran his hand through the man’s field of black pubes. It was like silk, yards and yards of fine silk. Polanski breathing was rapid and he responding to Chris’ touch with deep moans. He guided Chris’ head to his cock and Chris started working on it, adjusting his angle so he could deep throat the man’s massively curved cock. While Chris sucked the incapacitated man, Don prepped himself with a tourniquet around his thick bicep, found a suitable vein on the front of his forearm, rocked the needle till blood flooded the chamber, then slammed. He fell back on Chris’ hip and, through heaving breath, pulled Chris off of Polanski and crushed him beneath his weight. Chris was pinned but the heavy body actually felt erotic. Pinned, he squirmed obscenely, all skin, no hair, against all hair and rolling flesh. With enormous effort, Bailey rolled to his side bringing Chris along with him. They faced each other running their hands along chests and cocks, a study in opposites, Bailey pressing his fur against the boy, Chris rubbing his smooth skin across the man. Polanski rolled himself to the side was again sticking a finger, then two into Chris' hole. Chris pushed back against his hand and wiggled his ass till he had three fingers in him. "Baby boy, go down on daddy," Bailey said pushing Chris' head down to his crotch. Bailey was a big bear in every way. His fleshy dick was half hard and as Chris went down to suck it, Polanski had his mouth all over Chris' hole, getting it wet and ready to be fucked. The scent of wet cock sent Chris into a frenzy. It was difficult to differentiate what he wanted more, to give head to Bailey or get fucked by Polanski. Bailey decided for him. He rolled on his back and said he wanted baby bear to ride daddy bear's Big Bad Cock. Chris straddled the large man and fed his cock into his wet hole. Polanski was quick to follow the hole he desperately wanted. After Bailey had penetrated Chris, with Chris making obscene noises of pleasure, Polanski set his cock against Bailey's and with every stroke Bailey took, he got his cock in to double dick Chris. Chris' noises of pleasure turned to distressing pain, but again, somehow he enjoyed the distress. He quickly learned to stay stationary as the two men simultaneous pushed in and pulled out. By staying still they could go deeper, and did. At one point with too much motion, Polanski fell out. He immediately pushed himself back in and punished Chris by smacking ass. Chris cried out but pushed his ass deeper onto the men’s cocks. It felt precarious, that they had to work so hard to sustain the position, but it was a position that pleased everyone. Bailey and Polanski were sexually aroused rubbing their cocks against one another, and Chris relished the feeling of being torn apart by the girth of two men at the same time inside him. Their passion built on one another, as the drugs wiped their minds, they became feral animals clawing at each other, rutting in pleasure, nails going into backs, pelts of brown and black fur pressed into a smooth, hairless hole. Bailey and Chris made out while they fucked, and Polanski slapped Chris’ ass with increasing violence. Polanski rambled in Chris’ ear how he was going to take is night stick and rape his with it, ram it up the kid’s ass, how he’d take his gun and make Chris give it head. He started fingering Chris’ the tip of Chris hard dick, trying to get a finger down his piss slit. He said he was going to arrange to have Chris sent to prison to be gang raped. “Would you like that, would you like that, boy?” he breathed into Chris’ ear. Chris readily agreed. Whatever Polanski wanted he’d submit to him. The flow from Polanski’s imagination was unceasing. Somewhere during his description of being his prison bitch, it triggered something in Bailey and he nutted. Polanski was on another level entirely, rutting and heaving, not anywhere on this planet, just a mass of sensations and vile thought, desperately wanting to tear Chris apart. After Bailey emptied the last of his spooge, he started going flaccid and with Polanski pile driving into Chris, his dick soon fell out. Chris also settled down and let Polanski fuck him with ever increasing intensity. He laid on Bailey's chest while the big man stroked his hair. It was an intense combination. Bailey running soothing fingers over his head while Polanski tore angrily into his ass. Polanski had kept up smacking the shit out of the kid's ass, and as the beating became harder, the cracks louder, the more Bailey cooed and shushed Chris' stifled grunts and cries. Still, through it all Chris remained hard. Welts were forming on his ass as Bailey pulled his face down into his neck. Chris felt the bristles on Bailey's neck, and heard Bailey telling him he was alright, that it would soon be over. Chris let himself go limp falling onto Bailey, and in the background the white noise of the post-game wrap up morphed into the local Eyewitness News. The manhunt continued, said the anchor, for two convicts who had escaped from upstate New York four days ago. Bailey kept stroking the boy's hair. The men had escaped through the facility's sewage treatment center dressed as workers. Polanski slipped his arm around Chris' neck. Bailey’s mind drifted off, he repeated his cooing words to Chris. The two men were believed to have crossed into Canada. Canadian officials had cordoned off an area near the border where the two men were believed to be. Polanski wrapped his arm tighter against Chris’ throat, cutting off his airway. Chris started struggling on top Bailey and bucking against Polanski's body. Polanski mindlessly fucked the kid's hole edging closer to cumming the harder Chris struggled. It was a nasty cycle: the more Chris struggled, the harder Polanski increased his hold around his neck. Chris' hole was clenching like crazy trying to spit out Polanski, but instead is was making Polanski cock engorge larger every time it was squeezed. Chris flew into a frenzy to try to get him off and to break his hold. He rasped audibly, and in one long final lunge, Polanski was set free. He spewed ropes of cum deep into the quaking boy. He pulled Chris' head as far back as it would go. The boy's tongue lolled out, his eyes bulged, and he involuntarily released an enormous orgasm spilling buckets of cum onto Bailey pubes. His eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttered, then all movement ceased. Everything went black, his body went limp, and Chris no longer struggled. Weather with Frank Fields, announced the TV anchor, was up next.

PART 7 I was in a narcotic state of mind feeding on the so full sensation that I was having with Cy’s giant cock speared inside me. “Yes, I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me . . . now.” “Babe, you want me to fuck you now? Right now?” I heard Cy quickly ask. “Yes. Fuck me now,” I repeated with my head spinning full of cobwebs and conflicts. I was in a turmoil but couldn’t let Cy change his mind just for a condom. Cy began to ease his swollen delivery tube further inside me. He was in no rush so that he would not shake me out of my now blissful trance. At intervals along the way to total impalement, I felt sharp pain causing me to moan loudly halting his movement. He allowed enough time for me to adjust to the discomfort before moving once more. In the interim of time which was not long, Cy found his 10 ½ inch uncut cock fully encased by my ass. My pheromones were wild! I felt Cy’s hooded massive bratwurst begin to slide from me. No more than 3 inches had been removed when I began feeling nakedly empty and began to whimper opening my eyes and raising my head. Still more of the colossus slid out of me. I whimpered plaintively trying to push back onto the receding cock. Cy would have none of it using his hands on my hips to keep me in check. My ass felt his oversized stopper of a mushroom head snuggle up to the inside of my entry hole halting Cy’s retreat. I was almost in a frenzy by now at the vacant sensation. My whines were seemingly ignored as Cy withheld himself from me driving up the demand in my brain. He knew how to create a deep need to be occupied feeling in young men such as me. When my benefactor was ready, he began once more filling the void that he had created. Slowly at a snail’s pace I felt Cy’s monster sausage re-entering my ass. Gone were the thoughts of a condom as he slid his raw now pinkish coloured boner inside me. As he did, the pricks and slices that he had created with his brush oozed with my blood coating his manhood. Minutes passed before once more I felt that filled sensation from all of him being inside me. I became sedated. As we were conjoined via his tube, Cy flexed his cock to even greater girth causing me to verbally groan loudly with contentment. Cy had to know the effect he had on men. He was an expert, and I gave thanks for having met him. All too soon, though, Cy began his withdrawal once more as I protested by using my sphincter as a trap. I clamped down hard but could not overcome his power. He continued his egress stopping as he had before. He waited until my begging finally got the better of him, and he returned inside my ass pushing his jumbo middle leg deep. I do not remember how many times Cy teased me in this fashion but I knew that time was passing. Each time when he was barely in my ass I would whine, whimper, plangent, and bemoan my emptiness only to be delayed on his return inside me until he was ready to satisfy my sexual hunger and yearning. This was all about his making me addicted to his powerful thrusting super piston. Indeed, by the time this night was over, I would be a wreck in more ways than one. And, then, my hunger began to be fed in earnest. Cy became more generous with his powerful sex piston. He began feeding a steady and consistent diet to my ass by not stopping on his inward or outward strokes. He himself began moaning and told me how grateful he was to be allowed to do this for me. He praised how my ass felt and lamented not having met me sooner as he slowly increased his tempo of fucking. His words were heard but my brain was concentrating on the physical sensation I was feeling as the blockbuster uncut cock began to ravage my bleeding insides. Still, there was the nagging issue of no condom which grew less with each in and out stroke of his god phallus. More and more Cy revved up his powerful sex engine until soon he was punching inside me jarring my body with ever increasing pelvic slams as he kissed me again and again. Minutes passed as my joy quickened at feeling his gut wrenching prick pulverizing me. His hands now tightly held me for a greater purpose. On and on I felt his cock perform a blitzkrieg attack on me until I was finally knocked back to reality on the battering slams I felt as Cy with a single purpose fucked my ass. Still, he carried on his assault until I thought I could stand it no longer. I rose upward off the bed and grabbed a handful of the sheets beneath me digging in my knees and hands. Were it my head being so struck a concussion no doubt would have occurred. With all the grit and determination I could muster I squeezed my sphincter as hard as I could clamping down on Cy’s cock as I pitched myself backwards as he barrelled forward. Once, twice, three times I met his forward thrust with my rearward thrust. Four, five, six, seven more times we collided in magnificent coupling. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Cy screamed then bit my neck as he battered his way deep inside me stopping as the ball nectar flowed so freely and abundantly from his piss slit flooding my insides like a tsunami. PART 8 Cy continued to unleash more of his cum into my ass as he held his magnificent breeding tool deep inside me. Each salvo created another heavy wave of his ball honey that flew through his blood engorged love shaft filling more of my intestine. The thick coating of DNA reached several of the cuts and openings that Cy had made with his brush. Infrequently but consistently, Cy would pull backwards on his toxic waste delivery system so that some of his poison swimmers would be spilled into unfettered areas then once more push forward smearing his juice waste into the open cuts assuring their absorption by his blood covered dispenser. He knew how to be as effective as he could. Some info he had surmised based on what he had learned from the medical community. He much later taught me his techniques and perfected skills. My education would be complete in many ways but this education came without a degree. All I cared about at this very moment was how he made me feel as he poured millions and millions of his man milk into my ass. I was sweating, gasping for air, trembling, and feeling as if I had won a billion dollar lottery. I was elated beyond description. Cy carefully slid us down onto the mattress where he lay on top of me covering me; I felt to be in such a protective position. He nuzzled my neck as he soothingly murmured into my ear, “Oh, Jason, you are so special. You were great; I can’t believe that you have never been fucked before because of how well you took me. I am positive . . . that this is the best fuck I have ever had. You are so special to me letting me pop your man cherry. I want so much to fuck you again and again and fill you full of my love juices. You do want me to fuck you again, don’t you Jason? Do you want me to positively fill you many times with my cum, baby?” He accentuated each of his lines with licking my neck or ear. I had never felt so complete, excited, sexually aroused, whole or wanted and was undoubtedly filled to an overflowing measure with addictive lust for this man. In the recesses of my mind, I knew what we had done was wrong; oh, so very wrong. I didn’t care. This was Cy. He had made everything so clear. He had explained everything to me. It was sensible. He was so sure of himself. Everything that he told me had been true. I gathered my thoughts. “Cy, I never imagined I could feel like this. You have been so good to me. If it were any other man but you, I would never have let him fuck me without a condom. You have been so truthful to me explaining everything. I am so grateful you are the man, who popped my cherry and took my virginity from me, no, I gave it to you willingly. You feel so good inside me. I want you to fuck me as much as you will and will never ask you to use a condom. I know I can trust you. You have had such a positive influence on me,” I whispered back to him. “Oh, baby doll, you have no idea, Jason, how much you mean to me. I want to breed you all day long and fill you full of my nut juices. And, I want you to promise me always that when I do you will always lay on your stomach afterwards so that all of my cum will drain as far inside you as possible. That way there is less chance that any of it will slip out of you. I want us to be so very connected and joined together. Right now I feel as if I’m in a holy place and want to worship you for what you have given me tonight,” he cooed into my ear. “I have such positive thoughts about you and me right now. Oh, such wonderful . . . thoughts . . . and all so very positive.” Cy’s words wooed me into such a sense of loyalty and dependence. I knew he would be in my life forever. I took such comfort and felt so safe. We lay there for a long time just basking in the afterglow of such a glorious sexual mating. No doubt the actual deed that Cy had intended had been done. Still, I was content and ready for more. Soon, I felt an awakening inside me as Cy’s anal impaler began to stir stretching itself once more to its former great size. We both began to follow the lead given us by his monster. Our path was much the same only this time we lay on the bed. This time Cy took a long time finishing our coupling ritual and filling me again with a huge load of his cum but he did. There was more pain this time as the numbing agent had worn away I figured out later. I was determined though not to make any utterance of discomfort. In fact, by the time Cy was spraying his second load of toxic waste inside me, I was revelling in how the pain felt. It acted as if an aphrodisiac to me. What my brain told me was I needed Cy to fuck me and fill me with his wonderful jism. When we finally separated and sat back against the wall on the bed, I was stunned and shocked to see that Cy’s cock was smeared with red streaks. I looked panic stricken at him. He wrapped his safe arms around me and assured me that everything was okay—I was okay. That any time a cherry gets popped, there is a little blood. He told me soothingly to trust him. I did.

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