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You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

It's Two For Tuesday! Almost forgot! Chapter 5: Hitting the Marc Jimmy headed straight ti the bed to lick the load from Marcs chest as I went to make us some drinks. As I was bringing the drinks back, Jimmy was stripping and was down to his jock. The pouch was straining from his massive cock trapped by it. I put my now rock hard cock into our drinks to stir them. If I'd not been with Marc, I would have likely pissed in the drink, but that seemed a bit much for tonight. Marc then put my Jack and Coke covered cock in his mouth savoring the flavor. Marc then threw on a pair of gym shorts saying he had to take a piss. I told him not to completely finish or shake when he was done, as I wanted to taste his piss. He seemed a bit taken back, but said he was up for that. As Marc left the room Jimmy and I had time to talk briefly. I asked him if his scorpion meant he was toxic. He said yes, however he just went off of his med break yesterday. Marc said he's been positive for several years, and this was his second time taking a med break. He was suprised when I told him I recently converted, but I didn't tell him by who. I quickly told him how Marc and I became "close" and I was exploring the possibility of Gifting him. He said that was a great idea I told Jimmy that Marc and I had not talked about pozzing, but that would come soon. I told him Marc wanted to fuck me and get fucked by me. I said sadly he insisted on condoms, but in time that would change. I also told Jimmy that I wanted him to breed me, and Marc said he wanted to see that. I explained that Marc was afraid of his huge cock and his PA. Jimmy said most guys were and the first time he fucks them, he usually takes it out. I told him it was staying in tonight, and definitely no condom. Marc got back to the room, and immediately dropped his gym shorts, and put his cock in my mouth. My tongue darted in and our of his piss slit, as I told him to piss in my mouth. I'm not sure if his bladder was empty, or if he was just piss shy, but I didn't get much piss. I swirled it around some in my mouth, making sure I got some on my lips. I then stood up and attempted to kiss Marc. He resisted at first, but then let me kiss him. I had swallowed his piss, but he still got a taste from my lips, and actually seemed to enjoy it.

Chapter 6: The three of us then got on his old roomies bed with me between them. Jimmy asked Marc how we knew each other and Jimmy told him our story of experimentation. Jimmy asked if we had ever fucked, knowing that we hadn't. I quickly answered no, but that was why I was here this weekend. Jimmy said he was excited to take each others cocks for the first time and let's get started. Jimmy got up to make us another drink, and told me to get doggy on the bed. He brought over the drinks, and took a big swig of his before eating my ass. He told me to spread my cheeks opening up my pucker, took another sip of his drink, and spit it onto my hole. He then put just the tip of his cock in my hole reminding us that today was about Marc and i fucking for the first time, but he wanted me to know how his cock felt before fucking me later that weekend. He pulled out of my hole, and told Marc my ass was now all his. Marc rolled a condom over his cock, and lubed my hole. He slowly entered my ass apparently enjoying it. He slowly slid his cock in me to the base where he remained motionless for a few minutes before starting to thrust. Marc was not the best of tops, but he wasn't bad for a first time. We were both very vocal with each other. Marc telling me how good my ass felt, and he had wished We had done this sooner. I agreed and told him how great his big cock felt inside me. Marc picked up his pace, so I knew he would be busting his load quickly. I felt his cock pulsing in me. Sadly it was into a condom, and not up my ass. Marc pulled his cock out of me revealing a fully loaded condom. Jimmy suggested he take it off and feed both of us his seed. Jimmy and I sat side by side with our mouths open, and tongues out. Marc first started feeding me his cum, while Jimmy sucked Marc's cock clean. Marc then fed Jimmy the remaining cum from his condom, and the three of us kissed. Although I had swallowed a of Marc's cum, Jimmy kept some in his mouth which he snowballed with Marc. I then went to pour us yet another drink, and we simply cuddled some. Jimmy asked Marc what he was thinking. Marc said it was amazing, but the condom felt awkward. Jimmy agreed saying it was truly awkward for him wearing his PA and a condom at the same time. He said that because of that, he started to go bare, and that experience was much better. He added once you go bare, you don't go back. Marc then asked if he ever had any doubts or fears of bare sex, and he said a few, but the enjoyment outweighed them.

At a hotel in Wyoming right now. Guy responded to a double list post I put out there about an hour ago. I turned lights off and left the door ajar to my hotel room and lay naked on bed as he instructed. He entered the room, walked up to edge of bed by my hair and proceeded to shove his cock in my mouth with my head hanging from edge of bed. This lasted for a few minutes then he positioned me ass up on the bed and sunk his thick 7 balls deep. He fucked me extremely hard for a bit then grunted and stayed balls deep as he deposited his cum into me. Whole session took 11 minutes according to the hotel clock

Could it be that sex has become "work"? I have read, at least 3 articles which interviewed porn actors, who spoke of having a period of time like you are experiencing. They expressed that sex had become "work" and a turn off even, getting to a point where there screen partners noticed the lack of interest. From what I recall there solution was to take regular breaks from work and sex to focus 100% on the things outside of sex that bring them joy, a reset or re-centering.

Chapter 11 When Jake awakens his father is already gone. The large bed feels lonely. As he wakes up he explores his body and discovers his ass is wet and sticky as wells as the sheets below. Jake assumes his dad must have jerked off in the early morning and sprayed his seed all over his ass before he left while he was still asleep. He works the sticky load into his muscle hole thinking of his dad’s massive cock. Before he is able to shoot his load he looks at the time on this cellphone realizes he going to be late for school and rushed to the shower. As the steam builds in the hot shower, Jake’s body is electrified by the the hot water on his hairless body. His nipples stand erect as he lathers his body. Jake is briefly startled by a shadowy figure entering through the main bedroom but is relieved to discover that it is Tyler entering completely naked. His proud dick swinging between his legs. “Your Dad told me he had to leave early this morning and said I should come over to help your get ready” , he says with a dirty grin. Before long Tyler is balls deep in Jake’s juicy hole. Jake braces the shower walls as he bucks into Tyler’s massive dick. Jake moans for Tyler’s toxic load as his hole s destroyed. Tyler’s balls tense up at the sounds of Jakes begging, his balls already filled to the brim. Tyler holds back as long as he can, building up more and more toxic cum and then finally explodes in Jake’s willing hole. Before Tyler is able to catch his breath and come down off his orgasm, Jake rushes out of the shower. “Sorry Tyler! I’m already super late for school.” He yells as he throws on some clothes and kisses Tyler before leaving the house, knowing he’s going to be very late for his first class of the day. ——— With only 15 minutes left off in his first period, Jake rushes into class. “Sorry Mr. Wood!”, Jake exclaims as he rushes to his seat. Clearly dissatisfied, his teacher gives is a stern stare with his furrowed brow and then continues his lesson without a word to Jake. Unable to concentrate, Jake is distracted by the huge bulge in Mr. Wood’s tight khakis that seems to grow throughout the lesson. When the class bell rings 10 minutes later, the students rush out of class but Mr. Wood ask Jake to stay behind. “Jake, this isn’t the first time you’ve been late and I’m beginning to worry about you”, Mr. Wood starts out. “Mr. Wood, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again. I simply overslept and I feel so bad knowing what a great teacher you’ve been to me”, Jake apologized with sad eyes and half smile. “Nevertheless, I think we should go down to the office and talk with the vice principle, I think your antics have raised some alarm bells here at the school”, Mr. Wood explains. “Oh no please …”, Jake begins to reply Mr. Wood cuts him off, “Let’s go, NOW!” Jake walks ahead of Mr. Wood and starts perspiring wondering what type of trouble he’s in. He also realizing in the rush to get ready he threw on some light grey sweatpants and Tyler’s load, which was planted deep inside him, has started to slowly leak out, leaving a wet spot on his backside which his teacher has probably noticed as he walks closely behind him. Both the men make their way into the office. As they enter the vice principle is seated at his large wooden desk. Impeccably dressed in a tailored dress shirt and tie, his large frame gives away that he was once an amateur bodybuilder. Mr. Steel gestures for Jake to take a seat and Mr. Wood takes a place standing behind the vice principles desk chair. “Mr. Steele let me just start out by saying, I’m sorry….. “ , Jake begins but then is quickly interrupted. “Jake, normally I see students that need to be disciplined, but that is not the case here. You see, The coach told us all about what happened yesterday afternoon and what a greedy little cum slut you are and about all those load you took.” Jake mind races as he hears Mr. Steele describe in vivid detail how he took his coaches and teammates loads, one right after the other. “Mr. Wood and I want to help you in your journey”, Mr. Steele says as he pulls back his chair and reveal himself untucked, with his fly opens and his large rigid member exposed with a biohazard tatoo just above the base of his cock. “Oh fuuuccckk! “ Jake says under his breath. “Now let’s get started. Bend over the desk here”, Mr. Steele instructs. Jake does as he’s told and as he does, Mr. Wood comes up behind him and peels back the grey sweatpants exposing his perfectly formed ass. “This big ol’ wet spot here is giving away what a faggot your are to the whole school. But you know that already don’t you Jake?”, Mr. Wood asks as he snaps the band of his jockstrap. “Yes sir”, Jake replies Mr. Steele watches from his desk chair stoking his long cock as Mr. Wood spreads Jake’s ass cheeks apart. Toxic cum oozes from Jake’s hole. “Eat it!” Mr. Steele says sternly Mr. Wood eagerly complies. Licking up the sticky fluid at first, then burying his face in the smooth jock hole and then tongue fucking him. As he does this he savors the ripe smell of the cum coated hole. Jake is lost in his own pleasure arching his back as he feels the rough whiskers from his teachers mustache tickling his hole and causing his dick to inflate in his jockstrap. Mr. Steele gets up from his chair and pulls off Jakes shirt. He begins to tweak his muscular nipples causing Jack cock to protrude out of his jockstrap. Mr. Steele then guides Jakes head down to his veiny, uncut cock. Jake pulls back the thick foreskin and reveals the vice principal’s fat head already slick with pre cum. “Fuuucckkk” Mr. Steele moans as Jake takes his dick deep down his throat, “such a good little faggot”. As Jake’s head bobs up and down on Mr. Steele’s cock he see the biohazard tattoo right in front of him. His future staring him in the face. As Mr. Steele facefucks Jake, Mr. Woods comes up for breath. He the undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. His heavy cock sticks straight up. He moves around the desk to Jake’s mouth. Jake pulls Mr. Steele’s cock out of his mouth and begins sucking on Mr. Wood’s rock hard dick while stoking Mr. Steele’s. The two men begin making out as Jake goes back and forth savoring their enormous dicks. Massaging Jake’s muscular back as he gets his dick serviced, Mr. Steele works his way down to Jake’s tight wet hole and begins fingering it. The teenage slut moans on the vice principal’s dick. “It’s time for this faggot to take another toxic load”, Mr. Steele exclaims as he positions himself behind Jake. He lines up his dick with Jakes hairless hole and pushes in. “Fuuuucccckkkk, your hole feels amazing!” Mr. Steel groans as his mushroom head pushes its way in. “You’re gonna beg for every inch of this dick , you hear me faggot?” Jake turns around looking his vice principal in the eye and say, “yes sir! Can I please have another inch of your cock sir!” And continues to do so with every inch after. Mr. Steele’s cock large cock gets wider at the base so with every inch he goes in he stretches Jake’s jock hole wider and wider. After Jake pleas for the last inch, with his hole struggling to take such a fat dick, Mr. Steele slams in balls deep. Mr. Steele holds Jake in place at the base of his cock with his strong hands around Jake’s thin waist. Jake screams are muffled by Mr. Wood’s dick inside his mouth. Both the teacher and vice principal begin furiously fucking him on both ends. Mr. Steele looks down and at his massive dick tearing the jocks hole and sees streak of red on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah! He’s bleeding! I’ve ripped this jock fag wide open!” Mr. Steele exclaims, “Now it time to mark you as mine!” Mr. Steele begins piston fucking Jake’s hole building up a massive load. His balls stretching his balls sac to the limit. “Come on, sir! Breed this faggot jock slut!” Mr. Wood urges. “Poz his hole!” “Oh fuuuucckkk, I’m gonna fuckin’ bust! Take my toxic seed you STUPID! FUCKING! CUNT! Mr. Steel screams. He accentuates each word by brutally stabbing his enormous dick in Jakes hungry jock hole. Mr. Woods, so turned on and unable to control himself begins shooting volleys of cum all over Jake’s face. He grabs Jake by a handful and hair and forces his dick downs Jake’s throat. Jake, unable to guzzle down all the cum produced by Mr. Wood’s cock, chokes on it until his teacher finally releases him and he gasps for air. As all three men catch their breath, Mr. Wood and Mr. Steele stuff their dicks back in their trouser. Jake is still splayed naked on the desk with his sweatpants around his ankles when Mr. Steele states, “I’ve got a meeting with another student in a few minutes, you should get back to class but I want to see you every morning in this office until that hole converts, understand?” “Yes sir!” Jake replies. He begins to get up and dress himself. His dick still hard peaking out is his jock. A pool of pre cum on the desk. He still has not cum all day. His balls ache. Jake pulls up his sweatpants and puts on his shirt and begins to head back to class but Mr. Wood stops him. “Let’s clean you up first”, he says and begins licking the cum off Jake’s face and then kissing him, allowing Jake to taste his fresh toxic load. Jake then head back to class with a growing wet spot in the back of his sweatpants.

You and I agree alphapoz

Ouch, that's really terrible! Speaking from personal experience, I can tell you for sure that depression can do that to you. My understanding is that it's actually a pretty well-known symptom of depression. So if you are still having trouble with that, it could well be at fault. And (also first-hand) I can tell you that depression can fool you by abating somewhat without being really gone - you feel sort-of OK and think you're "well", but your perceptual calibration is off because you've been in hell too long. So if you're not getting treatment for it, please do! It can definitely steal your life. Other things I can think of that might contribute: Covid aftereffects / long Covid; shift in diet/exercise/self-care; shift in body/brain chemistry. Aging can do it too (and is notorious for that), but IMO you're not so old that I would expect it to. Hugs and Tugs! Hope you can find some relief - sooner rather than later!

Chapter 4: Dorm Debachuary. We got back to Marc's room and as he started to pour a swift drink, I got naked on his bed As soon as he was done pouring, he stripped and sat on his former roomies bed, saying he's always wanted to play on it, so I joined him there. We kissed and I asked if he was ready for tonight! He took a big swig of his drink, and said after a few more of these. His cock was rock hard, and I said take it easy, don't want any whisky dick tonight! We started playing with each others cocks, and I suggested we put some porn in and edge before Jimmy arrived. Not only did Marc put some porn in, he grabbed a few of his toys. He said he thought it was a good idea to open his tight hole before I fucked him, and I agreed. He had three different dildos he used on himself. He worked his way up to the largest which honestly wasn't much different in size than my cock. Marc fucked himself with the first two dildos, and when he was ready for the largest, he got on all fours and told me to fuck him with it just the way i would fuck him later. I teased him a bit by slapping my cock on his ass cheeks, and rubbing my now leaking cock on his cheeks, being careful not to get my toxic seed in his hole. Once I had teased him, I licked my pre cum from his cheeks, then started darting my tongue into his quivering hole. When he was good and wet from my spit, I had him get on his back so he could watch me as I thrusted his dildo up his ass. I went in slow at first, but he begged me to fuck him harder. I told him I would do that with my cock, and the toy was just to open his tight pink pucker. He was moaning with deep pleasure as the dildo went deeper into his ass. It wasn't long as he took its entire length. It wasn't long before it hit his second hole and he grimaced in pain. I told him to get use to it as my cock wss a good inch or more longer. Once he relaxed some, I started thrusting the dildo inside him. At first, I kept it completely in his ass, but then started taking it completely out and putting it back in his hungry hole. I was hoping that he wouldn't shoot his load, as I wanted to feel his cock pulsing in my ass. Sadly he shot a hands free load on his chest. Before I could lick it off, Jimmy knocked at the door and I got up to let him in.

Photographer Wanted Part II I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed" As Ed got up I fell down on my stomach with my head turned towards him. He stood next to me and I was able to take in that gorgeous cock that was swinging and dripping the last bit of his cum. Ed reached down and stroked out some more drops of cum. "Tim that was so hot. Your ass felt incredible and you wanting...", Ed paused, "...wanting my poz cum was one of the hottest things I have experienced. Why did you want that?" I turned to my side and propped my head up on my hand. "There is no way you haven't fucked a neg guy before, especially with all of those clients and pictures". Ed sat next to me and tried explaining. "I am sure I have fucked a neg guy before Tim, but the subject has never come up. I haven't been asked and it has happened, but not like you. You wanted me to fuck you full of my poz cum, and by the way that is a huge turn on. I have fantasized about men begging for it, but it has never happened that way before. Why did you want it?" I thought about that for a minute. "I don't really know. It was all so natural feeling and I wanted you to fuck me so bad. I didn't want any barriers between us. I was so turned on by you and our session. I just felt like doing it and taking you in me." Being on my side I could feel my cock start to react to our conversation. I couldn't see Ed's cock as he was sitting near me, but his waist was below me. Ed said, "Fuck, it was very hot. Do you really want more Tim?". "yes please. will you fuck me again like that? bareback?" Ed started to rise and now I could see his cock was more than semi hard, but not fully hard. He reached out to my waste, squeezed my cock, and then pulled me over so I was on my stomach again. His fingers soon found my puffy ass ring and one of his fingers slid into me. I was still staring at his cock...which was fully hard now. "Yes Tim, I will fuck you again and you will take my poz load". I closed my eyes and started to feel the scene. Ed was climbing in behind me and I could now feel his hard wet cock at my ass. I wanted this man in me so bad. I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "Fuck me now...please...fuck me", I pleaded with Ed. Ed moaned and pressed his thick cock into me, "take my cock boy". One long slide and Ed had penetrated my guts again. He stayed just like that for a few seconds, I could feel him shaking a little bit and my ass was being assaulted again, but I loved it. "I just want to stay like this, buried in your ass!" Ed said as he ground his cock into me. I somehow was able to reach around behind me and try and pull Ed even further into me. "Fuck me full baby, please" I begged. "Give me your hot load in my cunt, I want it baby". Ed leaned in to whisper to me, "you are going to get all of my cum boy. tell me you need my poz seed" "oh fuck Ed, give me your poz load, please baby, fuck me now" Ed grunted and raised up...pulling his big cock almost all the way out and sliding back in, but not resting this time. Ed continued full strokes, in and out...giving me all of his cock and girth. I was moaning loudly by this point, I was getting all that I asked for..and more. "Tell me you love my cock Tim" Ed said while moaning. "Fuck I love your cock Ed, please give it all to me, every day over and over!" "oh yes boy, I want you to have it, you are going to get my cum" "fuck daddy, please cum in me, give me your hot load" Ed pushed in deep one final time and yelled "take my cum Tim, I want to knock your pussy up" and I could then feel him swell as he started shooting in me. My cock was so hard under me all it took was that final push, that final statement and I started cumming again underneath me! Ed was now laying on me, grinding his hips into my ass....feeling him breath heavy on my neck was another thrill. Knowing this hot man had just used my ass twice, with his amazing cock and poz load, made me shiver slightly. I felt Ed's cock slowly slip from my ass and I could feel his cum drip down over my nut sack. "Fuck that was amazing Tim, thank you". Ed said "I should be thanking you Ed, your cock is amazing. I know you have heard that before, but wow". Ed pushed up with his arms, "Tim, sure I have heard that, but really, you do things to my cock that I haven't felt before". That made me smile. That night I stayed with Ed and after a quick drink break, we headed to bed where Ed gave me his third load of the night. I awoke to Ed getting out of bed saying he had to pee. While I heard him start to pee in the bathroom, I started reflecting on last night and what I had done, what we had done. Here I was naked in this man's bed, my ass was still sore and wet from all of his cum. POZ CUM! What was I thinking? I hadn't come here to get fucked, let alone get bred by this gorgeous poz man, three times. I heard the toilet flush. I propped my head up on my elbow and watched as Ed entered the bedroom. His cock was gorgeous, and semi hard. I couldn't stop staring as I felt my cock start to grow under the sheet. "Good morning sex", Ed said to me. "How are you feeling this morning? I see by your look you are still very interested in...parts of me", he said while laughing. Ed started to get dressed, pulling on some loose shorts and a tshirt. I quickly refocused on Ed's eyes. "Yes, ummm....last night was fantastic Ed, it really was. I didn't intend for you to fuck me, but so happy you did." Ed cut in, "even though I am poz"? "Well, I was just thinking about that. I love you fucking me, really I do, but I am still neg and you came in me three times last night, and deep to be honest. Can I ask you something?" Ed sat on the end of the bed and looked at me in a concerning way, "of course you can" and he rubbed my leg. "Are you really not on meds? You mentioned it last night, but thought maybe it was part of the fantasy." I asked "Tim, I was being very honest with you. I don't really look to fuck my clients or neg men and I am really not on meds. I have been very careful with who I fuck and what goes in my body, so my health is very important. Yes, I have a viral load, but it is low. Now, can I ask you something?" I nodded my head and said, "please ask anything". "Last night you knew I was poz and you still wanted me to fuck you, why?" Ed asked. Flashing back to that moment of me on all fours, begging for Ed to fuck me,and then him telling me he was poz and not on meds. Right now, I knew then, and feel it now, I needed his cock in me bare. I responded after a second of my thoughts, "I knew then there was a connected between us Ed, something, and I needed that cock in me...to feel you in me." Ed asked, "any regrets this morning?" I didn't even have to think, "no regrets at all. I was wondering about it all this morning when I woke." "Great Tim, me either". Ed stood up and his cock was definitely hard in his shorts. "Just thinking about it get me hard, so I can thank you for this ache I have now" Ed said while smiling. I pulled back the sheet to reveal my nakedness, and hard on. Spreading my legs I lightly fingered my wet and sore hole, showing Ed. "and this is what you did to me, sore, but still aching". Ed stood there...stroking his big cock through his shorts. Slowly Ed lowered his shorts releasing that massive cock. As he slid his shorts off he asked, "Tim, do you want this big poz cock in you again?" I just looked into Ed's eyes, while both of my hands were trying to pull my ass apart, inviting Ed into me. "Yes baby, please fuck your poz cock and cum deep into me". Ed got some lube from a drawer and squeezed out a line of lube down his shaft. I watched, memorized, as he massaged his big cock and got it wet with lube. Ed moved onto the bed, between my legs, taking my legs in each hand. His hard, now wet with lube, bounced above me. Ed moved in closer, "good boy. I have more cum for you". He placed his cock head right on my sore, exposed, ass ring. With a little push I felt his cock head expand my hole and then close a little with a tight grip on his cock. "Ready boy?". I reached down and felt his hard shaft, his cock head already in me. Looking into his eyes I said, "yes! please fuck me deep and give me your poz load!" Ed just moaned and pushed his cock the entire length into me, holding his pulsing man meat inside of me. I moaned loudly while watching his face. He was in complete ecstasy, head back, as he slid into me. Finally his eyes opened and focused on mine. His hands had my legs apart and he pulled out slowly, then pushed right back in. This pace continued for a few minutes, all the while Ed was looking at me. His eyes were burning and I just kept moaning with each long stroke. "baby boy, you are doing to carry my DNA in you forever. Is that ok"? "Ed, please fuck me, please fuck me and knock me up. I want to have your baby". That is all it took...Ed picked up the pace and we both were moaning with every thrust of his magic cock! "here it comes Tim" Ed said as he pulled out and left just the tip of his cock in me hole...both of us panting, and then I felt it. A stream of hot liquid being shot into my man cunt, then another stream, and another. Finally Ed pushed back in all the way and continued cumming in me. Ed reached down and grabbed my cock. within a few strokes I was cumming all over my stomach. It was incredible! I was shaking after my intense orgasm and as I calmed down Ed pulled his shrinking cock out of me and laid down next to me, resting that big wet dick on my leg. I turned my head towards Ed, he smiled and kissed me gently. "Tim, if you keep this up, I will own your ass". He leaned in and kissed me harder as his fingers started playing in m open wet hole.

If you're "weird," so am i. Beyond the physical limitations i find riding (physically, i think reverse cowboy is a little better, but not much), for me it's mostly the psychological side of it. i feel like i am the one doing the fucking, and that seems top to me. i can understand that a Top may want to just lie back and enjoy sometimes, and i do not feel top at all when i'm sucking cock, it still feels bottom to me. i think on either side, Top or bottom, it comes down to our individual wiring and perception of things. i too am in the >1000 cock club and can count on one hand the number of times i have ridden. A big part of receiving a Mans Cock, for me, is the energy of Him being in control, and that feels very reversed for me if i am riding.

Oh my God, two of these ridiculous ‘true’ cumdump threads at once. ”How To Know When You’re A True Cumdump”? Pro Tip: If you need a checklist to know if you’re a cumdump, you’re not actually a cumdump. Nobody gets to say what does or does not make someone a cumdump. You don’t get a prize or a badge or a blue ribbon to pin on your ass. You don’t get stamped with the Good Cumdumping Seal of Approval, because there isn’t anybody assigned to approve or disapprove of you as a cumdump. These threads are nothing more than somebody’s arbitrary debauchery litmus test to see if you’ll take the bait and say how degraded you are. It doesn’t make you a ‘true’ anything.

I don't care to ride, nor do I like to be ridden. I like to be an active top, and I expect the same from guys who top me. The one exception is for really huge cocks. If it's really big I like to ride at first to adjust to it, but as soon as I'm able I want to roll over and let him do the heavy lifting.

The weather is consistently nice now so park cruising is back on the menu. I went late Saturday night to one of my favourite spots and there were about a dozen guys milling about in the area. Not a lot of action initially but I went into a central spot and got on my knees to let everyone know I was hungry for some dick. The first guy who approached was not very attractive to me but I knew sucking his dick would attract more guys and sure enough there were soon three more guys gathered around wagging their cocks in my face to be sucked. I got to work and pulled off my shorts to show I was wearing a jockstrap. Did not take long before I felt a finger probing at my hole. Sucking dick is fine but getting fucked & bred is always the goal. I stood up and leaned up against a tree with my ass sticking out and two of the guys were horny enough to fuck and deposit their anon seed in me. I love being a slut.

The bf doesn’t fill me with enough cum and have been making “pit stops” taking Leche from 6 different Latino fuck boys. We hook up, them: hard as a rock. Each amigo stretches me for 8in stud símon he can really cum blast! Been having huge success with middle aged men not in shape. This guy pops viagra amazingly thick I use hi. Because he’s the thickest cock stays hard and can’t stop cumming.

That’s a Top’s perception and I have to disagree. Riding successfully is about a bottom’s leg strength and flexibility first and foremost, plus balance, because without the stability and endurance to maintain the position, it’s very difficult to focus on skills like internal tension and grip, or even control over depth and tempo. I find my options for applying my skills sharply limited in a riding position. I’m not fond of riding because I don’t have the leg development for the athleticism required. Not only that, but I find that there are some men who are simply not a good shape for riding, especially large men, overweight men, men who are sort of barrel-shaped, etc. Frankly, my experience has been that the Tops who have requested that I ride them have been rather lazy, not really engaged in the fuck, and lacking in drive. In 1,000+ fucks can’t recall a single experience in such a position that stands out as memorable.

Riding a cock isn't my favorite position. I'd rather be face down on my belly with the full weight of the top pressing down on me or on my hands and knees getting bred like a bitch in heat. However, if a top asks me to ride his cock, I would do it to please him.

I was off last week, and looking for loads. One guy I'd been trying to hook up with had just flaked while I was out running errands and making my way to his place, but luckily, a daddy I've played with a few times in the past hit me up at just the right moment. "What's up?" he writes. "Just at Target getting some stuff, looking for some loads too," I reply. Without any more chitchat, the next message was: "Just got home from work. Gonna shower and take a nap. I'm leaving the door open. Come over and strip in the entry, then come up and start rubbing me down. Turning my phone to DND. Don't dawdle." I instantly got hard in target. I think some folks noticed as I hurriedly used the self check-out and rushed out. Got to D's house, took a hit of weed in the car, then went in and stripped as I was told. I hadn't been to his place before, so cautiously headed upstairs and found him laying face down on his bed, beautifully nude, nice ass, balls and cock spread out between his legs on display. I started rubbing D down, first shoulders, then neck, rubbed his strong back, then ass. Then I leaned over and started licking his balls and cock. At this point, he rolled over and his cock started getting hard. It's an impressive 9" thick and cut. He grabbed my ears and guided my head down onto his cock. Now, I pride myself in my cocksucking skills, and can take him down to the base, but not for too long. And when I'm down there, he likes to fuck my throat. And he did. And I gagged. We repeated this over and over until he told me to lie on my stomach. He got out the lube and I got out my poppers. I was a little nervous b/c it had been a while since I'd been fucked, and I don't usually play with toys on my own. But he went in slow and steady, and at first it seemed OK. Then he got to my 2nd hole - and I was filled with erotic sensation, and pain. I gasped and spasmed, and asked him to pull out, but he held it there. I whimpered, but knew he was right that I just needed to adjust. I concentrated on relaxing and found that he was actually able to slide in another inch or two. It was hot, but he was pounding me hard, and I alternated between totally in ecstasy and feeling like my insides were about to explode. I begged him to take a break, and he pulled out. He moved me to the edge of the bed and grabbed my ankles, propping them on his strong shoulders. I find this position sometimes is a bit tricky, but he went in with confidence, and it turned out that I could take him easily like this. Now totally poppered up and stoned, my hole was loose, and his huge meat was sliding in and out no problem. He was fucking hard before, but now he went to town, slamming my hole, his balls slapping against my ass. After just a few minutes of this, I felt his balls tighten. He stopped and pulled out before cumming. He had me turn around so that my head was hanging off the bed. He shoved his cock down my throat and kept it there while he played with my cock for a while. I was in pig heaven, and I think my squirming on his cock sent him close to the edge, because he grabbed my cock for leverage, and shoved his deep into my throat and started cumming. While he was still squirting, he pulled out and let out several thick ropes all over my face. When he was finally done cumming, he used his softening cock to smear his cum all over my face. Then he told me to go to the bathroom to get him a wash cloth to clean up with. I did so, and still with the cum all over my face, watched him carefully clean up his cock and pull up his shorts. He then told me to go clean up. I did, after which we said our goodbyes. I went back downstairs to get dressed and found several texts from my boyfriend asking what I was up to (he could see that I was in an unusual location). I told him I had a hot story to tell him when he gets home from work...

Chapter 3: WInging It! We got to the restaurant and it was pretty dead, but we picked a booth away from mist in case others arrived. I asked Marc how college life wad going, and he said OK, but not perfect. I asked how so, and he said his sex life was pretty non existent. He said it mostly involved watching porn and stroking off while his former roomie was away. He said it was difficult to host with a roomie and he really hadn't found anyone he was comfortable with meeting. I asked why he wasn't comfortable with meeting others and he said he's run across many druggies, and that wasn't his scene. He said hosting was a problem for most guys there also. I decided to test the waters and asked if there were positive guys there. He said yes, but he was horny and would have protected sex with them. He said he had an appointment to get Prep, and then would live life more "dangerously " as he called it. I simply said that was a good choice. I hated wearing condoms, but I wanted his ass so badly, and I know he wanted both my ass and cock just as much. I asked him about the stud in the shower, and he said he thought he was gay, but nothing ever happened between them. He said he had hoped it would, but he was afraid of his huge pierced cock which was bigger than mine. I smiled and said I'd definitely be stretching his hole later tonight. He said he loved that idea. I told him i wanted him in me too. He said he'd love that. We finished our wings and a few pitchers, then headed to the liquor store for a big bottle of Jack. He asked if I had any poppers, and unfortunately I forgot to bring any, so we headed to a head shop to get some. He said he didn't have any as couldn't keep them in fridge with his former roomie, but now that he's gone he could. We headed back to the dorm with the Jack and poppers in his backpack. When we got off the elevator, Jimmy was standing there waiting to get on. As we stepped out, Jimmy grabbed his package which wax positioned to the right. Before the door closed, I asked Jimmy if he wanted to join us for drinks in the dorm later. He said he was on his way to take care of some business, but should be back by 8. He grabbed his package again, and said see you then! Once the door closed, Marc asked me if i was crazy. I just said you saw him grab his crotch didn't you? He said yes, but I can't take that cock. He looked at me like i was crazy when I said i could. I said it would be a fun introduction by just watching porn, getting drunk. No one had to fuck. Marc did say he'd love to see me take his cock though. I smiled and said after Jimmy left, he'd be taking mine. He asked if I had condoms, and said yes, as well as some lube. I said I hope you've opened your hole up with some toys and he said yes, but not any as big as my cock. I smiled and said I'd take it easy on him.

I nailed the little bitch at the rest stop again last night. Seems he remembered me and followed me right into the woods this time. As soon as I stopped he walked right up to me, dropped to his knees and asked may I swallow your cock again sir? I throat fucked him until he had my load down his throat. Then I yanked him to his feet and told him that felt good but this will feel better as I bent him over and plowed into his hole. All the while I was verbal and told him he was a cum dump for cock. 2 other guy were drawn in from the moaning and begging he was doing so we used him and tag teamed his ass for a couple hours. I am sure that slut had cum dripping from his hole when he left. He took 3 loads from me and a couple from the other 2 guy's.

Over the past 7 hours I’ve taken 16 anonymous loads. It’s Pride weekend in Dallas so I grabbed a hotel room with easy access and made my cunt easily available. Some really good dick this evening, pleasantly surprised. Highlights included a BBC the was so good it almost broke my pussy, an skinny white boy with a 8” cock that fucked like a jackrabbit, an Uber driver with a big dick that wanted wet hole, and a military bottom that gave me his load after an evening of taking loads himself.

I use several hook-up sites, each has it's own merits as well as faults. Adam4adam - dated, terrible mobile app but desktop site not bad. I use it primarily to keep in touch with my regular buds to make plans. Not many scammers and the ones that are there are easy to spot. Between me and my buds we have decent luck finding young bottoms to seed. Good party listing feature. Squirt - lot of DL married guys who are begging for hosts. Always the same guys, rarely any fresh profiles. Cruising site info is good and guys can post when they'll be at a certain spot. I rarely get any action on Squirt, guys talk a good game but never follow through. Fetlife - not really a hookup site and therefore not many fakes and scammers, and again the fake profiles are easy to spot. Great for finding serious people with similar interests and making plans. Tons of amateur vids and special interest forums. Asspig - not a lot of experience with AP, some locals but not a lot. Jury is out. Sniffies - good for making connections and hooking up but it's lousy with scammers. I've been catfished more times on Sniffies than I have on Grindr, and that's saying something. Never, ever give your number or face pic to a guy on Sniffies that you don't recognise as a long-term player from another site. I had one lame extortion attempt on Sniffies after sending my burner number. Lots of young dudes looking for older. Grinder - I have just enough success on Grindr to keep me coming back to it. Better for traveling that for locals, and also better for right now/today than for planning ahead. Swarming with fakes/bots. Scruff - see Grindr, although not as many bots as Grindr or Sniffies. BBRT - decent success with bbrt, guys are dtf and pretty up front about what they want, plus I don't have to wrangle about why I want to play raw. The interface is dated but overall I have good success especially when traveling. Travel feature is good. NKP - I just created an account on nastykinkpigs and the jury is still out. Very few active locals so far. Silverdaddies - so-so success, better for traveling especially if you're traveling overseas. Incredibly dated desktop interface. I don't think I've ever encountered a fake profile on SD but plenty of the usuall all-talk-no-action guys. Mostly older looking for younger, not as many young guys looking for my demographic. Men4sexnow - just created an account, a lot of the same faces as A4A. Features kind of meh, probably won't stick around. Sites/apps I've tried and dropped include Hornet, Jack'd, DaddyHunt, Growler. All pretty lame in my experience.

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.”

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

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This is the first part of my first story, so please leave feedback and enjoy! I'm not a native english speaker, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional! This story contains mention of initial non-consent (turning into consent at the end), bareback sex, risky behavior and possible transmission of STIs (aka bugchasing). ========== The Sleazy Bathhouse Owner / Part 1 *** I've never thought of myself as a slut. To be honest, I only had a few sexual encounters in my life, namely a few guys I fucked or sucked off while I was in college. I recently finished my masters degree and got a decent job and my own apartment. I wouldn't call myself hot, but I've been told I look decent. Not to thin, some defined muscles from going to the gym occasionally, and a nice bubble butt. Recently I've been feeling increasingly horny in the evening, when I was home alone. Usually I just jerk off to some porn, but last night on my walk back home from work I noticed a run down bathhouse just a few blocks away from my apartment. I was so horned up from working until midnight that I just couldn't resist the urge to at least have a look around. What's the worst thing that could happen? I can look after myself and I've got some decent muscles from my workouts. I entered the rusty front door that was only lit by a dim street light nearby. As I entered I saw a small front desk and a guy behind it that was folding up towels. "Ah, come on in! You new here?", he asked. "Uhm... yeah. Just wanting to see whats going on, maybe visiting the steam room to relax." I felt like my voice sounded nervous, because I kind of was. "Since you're new here it's half price! Here is your towel. You're not allowed to wear anything else in the sauna area or the steam room. Socks, jockstraps and shoes are allowed in the cruising area only... some guys are into that. Lockers are just down that hallway." He pointed to a dimly lit corridor. I headed straight to the lockers and undressed quickly, not wanting to violate the no-clothes-rule. A few naked guys walked past me. One of them caught my eye as it was a nice surfer dude with long brown hair and a dirty grin on his face. He was clearly having a great time as his towel was lifted by an enormous erection. "Hey fuckboy! I bet we will see each other later!" Fuck, I couldn't say anything and instead just nervously wrapped myself in my towel and headed further down the hallway to see what the rest of the bathhouse looked like. There was a small but nice bar area where some guys where having a drink. I was surprised by the amount of good looking guys here, as I could have sworn I read somewhere that this place was full of nasty old men. I went on to discover a huge labyrinth of shady twisting corridors with plenty of opportunities to sneak into a corner and have sex. I heard some distant moaning, but decided to check out the steam room instead. The moment I had my hand on the door to the steam room, a pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. "Don't scream boy! I've watched you since you arrived here. You got just the perfect ass for Ben, come with me!" He dragged me away from the steam room into one of the many twisted corridors that were barely lit by the light coming from the bar area. I tried to get out of his grip, but damn he was strong. His hairy arms and big hands held one arm behind my back and the other hand covered my mouth. He pushed me forward into the darkness... After a few turns he shoved me into a larger room with some couches and a table in the middle. It was illuminated just by some red lights. I could see several men sitting on the couch and standing in the corners. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? "That's a sweet boy! Brought us some fresh meat, huh?", a voice said, coming from one of the men. "I just wanted to check out this place. Who are you?", I asked. The voice laughed. "I'm Ben, the owner of this place, and these are my friends." One of the men stood up and pointed around to the other men. "We actually keep looking for boys like you that find their way to this establishment. Trevor, the guy that brought you here, brings possible candidates here for further... inspection." I looked around to see what Travor looked like, only to meet eyes with the surfer dude I met earlier. His long brown hair flowing around his shoulders. He was completely naked, and his semi-hard nine inch uncut cock was hanging between his legs. My cock twitched at the sight of him. He was so hot! "Told you we would see each other," he said with the same dirty grin on his face. Ben came a few steps closer. "I see you like Travor! Ready to take his cock?" "Fuck yes!" I said quickly. "There is only one thing you should know: We are not going to use any condoms. This is a strictly bareback area. Additionally, you have been chosen by us, so you won't have a choice. Now that you have entered this room, you will get fucked and bred by all of us!" The men cheered in agreement and Travor slapped my ass through my towel. I was just in a state of shock. Not knowing what to do I tried to turn and get the hell out of here, but Travor just wrapped his strong arms around me and and kissed me. I wanted to escape, but I also wanted to melt into Trevors arms. His lips tasted so good and he was such a good kisser. Besides, I wouldn't have a chance getting myself out of his arms he wouldn't let me. Travor reached down and pulled on my towel, which he just dropped to the floor. "I'm gonna be gentle... at first! Just let this happen, you'll like it, I promise!" My mind raced with thoughts: Will I be able to take him? Will I be able to take that many cock tonight? Normally I only play safe, but these guys are not going to use condoms. Fuck, I didn't want to be barebacked by a room full of sleazy strangers in a run down bathhouse! Apparently, I had no choice, because Travor turned me around and pushed me towards the table. He pushed me down so I was bent over the table, exposing my hole to him. The rest of the guys gathered around the table, stroking their cocks to get them hard. I have no clue how many there were, but there were guys of any age and shape there: big muscular daddies, thin older guys, and some younger twinkish dudes, too. Travor spat on his cock and I could feel him aligning it to my hole. Damn, he is gonna fuck me bareback. Part of me wanted this cock inside me raw, but the fear was overwhelming, too. I didn't wanna be a sleazy bareback slut! "Please, stop! At least, use a condom!" Some guys in the crowd laughed. Ben stepped in front of the table so I could see him and shook his head. "No boy, you are gonna take our loads and there is no way out of this!" With this, Travor thrusted forward and entered my tight hole. It hurt so much, because my hole got violently stretched beyond its limit. I screamed but the guys around me began to cheer and Ben took my face into his hand. "Stop screaming, boy, or this will be even more unpleasent for you as it already is!" Actually, the pain quickly went away and all I felt was pure pleasure from his bare cock in my hole. Maybe this is what I am supposed to be: a bareback cum slut? All I know is that his raw cock feels so good! I began moving into his thrusts, which made his balls slap agains my ass. This was so good! I'm gonna take all of their loads tonight! This nine inch cock did something to me mentally. I wanted this now. I wanted to be filled and used by them. Fuck yes, this was going to be a long, rough night... ========== To be continued...

Indianapolis—July, 2022 I accepted a contract to do some work in Indiana for the month of July. The first week there was intense and I had absolutely no time to even think about playing—until I suddenly did. The powers that be decided to give us Saturday night off. I couldn’t believe it—it was the night of CumUnion at the smaller bathhouse in Indianapolis. I cleaned up and got in the car. I tried to convince Keshawn to meet me there, but he had other plans. I got a locker in the basement. On that level there is also the wet area, several rooms, some porn viewing, exercise equipment and a gloryhole playroom. The middle floor is the entrance and lobby. The third floor has the sling, a room with a fuck bench and cross, more porn viewing areas and a host of single rooms. There were men about—maybe 30 of them, and mostly 40 years old and up. I was a little early, but I had to leave no later than midnight to get enough sleep for work on Sunday. I sat in the smallest of the porn areas, pulled out my dick and waited to see who would appear… He’s a mousy looking man around my age, wrapped in a huge towel. There are sofas in the room that form an L shape. He sits, tentatively, on the one long side of the L looking across at me. And my cock. He can’t take his eyes off it. “If you want to suck it, do it.” He nods and carefully gets down on the floor in front of me—still wrapped tightly in his towel. He kisses my cock head—and then my balls. His mouth opens and he takes the head of my dick into his mouth. He’s good. Not great. But a nice way to start the night. A slightly beefy man, with his towel on his shoulder and his cock swinging, comes in. He is my age too, with likely shoulder length hair that is pulled back into a ponytail. He stops when he sees sex happening. His bigger than average dick swells. He strokes, watching us. I nod to him. I’d be fine with him in my mouth as I continue getting head. But he has other ideas. He drops to his knees behind my sucker and roughly pulls off the guy’s oversized towel. He spits on the man’s ass and again on his cock. He pushes into the guy’s pucker, with barely a murmur from the man giving me head. I watch the fuck. Ponytail is pumping hard enough to move the guy forward—and down slightly farther on my cock. My sucker works harder—now that he is filled at both ends. Moans occasionally escape from around my cock in his mouth. “Take it,” mutters Ponytail. Moments later the man in the middle needs a break. Ponytail pulls out, but stays there. He sees all of my cock for the first time as the sucker gets up and quickly covers himself with the large towel. Ponytail bends and takes me in his mouth. He is better—more insistent. Wetter. Really trying to pull my cum out of me. Ponytail takes a break, looking up at me. “Fuck me?” “Maybe in a bit,” I say, wanting to ease into the scene just a little more. Ponytail nods and goes back to sucking. A couple, in their late 50’s, come in. Both are tall. The tatted one has a shaved head and is ruggedly good looking. His partner has a fringe of greying hair, and a hairy chest. Instantly Ponytail gets up and goes to Hairy Chest. He drops to his knees and starts sucking him. I stand up. Shaved Head goes to his knees and starts sucking me. He’s the best of the three who have been on my dick tonight. I can’t help but reach down and feel the butt cheeks of this hot man. Hairy Chest nods to me. They really are a couple, then. I finger Shaved Head’s puffy ass lips as he continues to suck me. Ponytail stands up. He impales himself on Hairy Chest’s cock. This makes Shaved Head turn away from me so he can watch his man fuck Ponytail. Hairy Chest plows him hard. Suddenly he stops and nods to his partner. They take off. I go to Ponytail. I want his hole. Now. I sink into him—for the first of many times that night. He’s wet and hot. His ass is still tight. He groans around my cock. I just keep fucking… * I wander. I play a little with the youngest man here, maybe late 30’s in the dark room in the basement. He loves sucking my cock, but has no interest in anal. I send him to the steam room to suck off the daddies who have congregated. I wander. I find the couple in a room on the third floor. “Come in,” says Hairy Chest. “Let my boy suck you.” He is resting a cheek on the narrow bed. Shaved Head is fully on it—and naked. I join him, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. Shaved Head goes to work on me. His partner gives him pointers every once in a while. “Go for his balls’ or “Take it all down.” Each time he speaks, Shaved Head does what he says with even more enthusiasm than before. “I would really like to lick his ass,” I finally tell Hairy Chest. “You should. Get him ready for your cock in his hole.” This seems to be news to Shaved Head. But he gets on all fours and presents me with his hot butt cheeks. I dive in—my tongue opening his hole easily. I don’t think he’s been used tonight—he still tastes of the shower. Shaved Head begins to pant. Hairy Chest reaches over and begins twisting the nipple closest to him. I rear up and slap my engorged cock on his now wet ass crack. I smear some precum on his hole and go back to tonguing him—all under the watchful eye of Hairy Chest. “Get on your back. I want to see your face as he eats you out.” SH flips. There is no room for me, so I get on the floor and pull him around so I can kneel there and eat him out. Shaved Head is panting. Hairy Chest is now really twisting his nipples hard—especially the nipple in the middle of a faded bio hazard tat. I lick and spit and prime him for my dick. I stand up and begin the entry. “It’s been a while for him,” Hairy Chest tells me. I can tell. But when I have half of my length in him—he suddenly opens up and I glide in the rest of the way. I fuck him with every trick I know—pleasing him and the man watching. * I get some head from a man I met before in Indy at a basement dungeon party. He apologizes that he is not prepped for anal. But his mouth is great. I fuck Ponytail again. First in his room—and then we take it to the sling. He stays behind at the sling and tops another man. I wander. I should be going soon. And I know what I want. I find the couple. “May I fuck your boy in the sling?” “Absolutely.” Their room is right across from the it. I get Shaved Head’s feet in stirrups. Hairy Chest sits on a bench, his eyes on us at all times. I kneel and begin to eat his hole. Shaved Head whimpers. I think someone has been up him since I was. I love the taste of the added juices. I stand up. This time it is an easy glide into his ass. Hairy Chest stands to see better. I begin to pump into the man. “Fuck him good.” I do, long dicking him with each stroke. My pubes grind against him. “May I breed him?” “Absolutely.” I keep fucking. My cum is churning in my balls. It won’t be long now. Hairy Chest knows it. Shaved Head can feel it. HC holds a bottle of poppers under my nose. That does it. I flood Shaved Head. Blast after blast. I hold onto the chains and marinate in him until I trust myself to move again. I go down to his ravaged hole. I kiss it lightly, first, as a thank you. My tongue instinctively slithers into him. I am rewarded with a dollop of my jizz. I stand, bend and feed it to the groaning man. We kiss and snowball my cum. I move down and kiss his tat, brushing it with my lips. Hairy Chest is there to kiss me as I stand up again… The original, as always, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Couple at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Auguust 14, 2022

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Cheating Grindr load! My Grindr sounded with a message from a guy that’s been a regular breeder. He’s now in a new relationship but discovered he still needs my cumdump services. His message asked, ‘Your cunt free? He told me he still wanted to regularly use me for an easy load dump whenever he needed it. A perfect arrangement so I offered to be ass up and hooded for breeding. Sure enough he let himself in and stripped off to just his white Nike socks. His 8.5 inch dick is always solid and ready for action after a few slaps against my hole. He was soon inside me giving my cunt a horny workout. He always fucks in silent mode sniffing poppers and fucks hard and deep. I was treated to a hard sleazy fuck before he unloaded his hot thick and sweat jizz inside me. He tagged my ass as proof of use and left in silence knowing I’m the easy slut to go to when u need a quick and discrete cunt to use!

I volunteer to do all the sucking and tasting.

Yeah OF has strict rules like no poppers, public sex, and more. So guys often get vids taken down. JFF is gay owned and more tolerant or free allowing things gay men desire.

I agree - though there are a good number of hoT stories on this forum, this one in particular gets me horned up particularly with its set-up and its story so far, really would like to see it continue!

My 1st question is how much time are you spending outside of Seattle and the greater PNW? I know you mentioned going to IML, but wonder how many days you spent in Chicago. Seattle and the greater PNW is known for seasonal affective disorder depression, and my personal observation is that once the sun does come out in the summer sex drive doesn't increase it actually drops to near zero in the bathhouses and cruising spots. I also wonder how much of it was based on frustration, I don't know how many times you went to the bathhouse between 7/22/22 and 12/5/22, but since you are in Seattle I'm not at all surprised they were all sexless. Did thing pick up in December, they usually do here, or had you given up hope by that point? Even with my my hyperactive sex drive an evening of watching a large group of gay men do nothing but parade around naked in a blue ball no mating dance for a few hours can keep me from getting hard and being able to cum for a full day. I'm not sure what to think about the situation with your new boyfriend, but can't help but wonder if he hasn't been suffering from a low sex drive as well. Having sex only twice since February and he is still around either makes me think he is either suffering from a low, but not as low as yours, sex drive or he has been conditioned by the Seattle gay culture to think having sex only a handful of times a year is perfectly normal. For me at least, I find myself not seeking sex when I'm at home in Portland, more from frustration rather than lack of desire, but I do get a big boost to my libido when I travel outside of the PNW, and the longer I'm away the more pronounced it becomes.

I'm back (kinda). I had a stroke 3 1/2 weeks ago. Sadly, a quick recovery isn't really an option, but I will recover - slowly. I'm trying to learn to use a one-handed keyboard in the meantime, but everything is SLOW... I'll try to at least look into chat this week. But rehab/recovery comes first.

I've cheated multiple times, raw each time. Knowing my load is going in someone else gets me hard. Especially if that guy is a cheater too.

UNITED STATES - Home for a month and ready for adventures. I met Jack, an Irish-Italian twunk who I've seen a few times. We had dinner and chatted about life. Afterwards I tried on a new Andrew Christian jock. He was rock hard and topped me raw on my back. I was moaning when he came inside me.

Part 19 I've heard about out-of-body experiences and how great they supposedly felt according to the people who've said they've had them. But I couldn't imagine anything feeling more euphoric and exquisite than the IN-body experience I was having there on that picnic table. Every inch of my body was tingling and every nerve in my brain and mind was trying to keep up with the increasing level of pleasure coursing through my whole being. My hard bare fuckmeat was enveloped by Kevin's warm wet silky manhole over and over again as he continued fucking himself up and down on my shaft. Occasionally he would tighten the muscles in his chute squeezing and caressing my dick, causing me to leak more and more precum inside him. He kept telling me he wasn't going to stop riding me until I shot my cum deep in his guts. I only hoped he wouldn't stop before then! At the same time Ryan was long-stroking his fat hard raw cock in and out of my wide-stretched hole. With every penetration I felt his heavy balls slap against my upturned sweaty asscheeks. I couldn't wait for those balls to draw up then begin shooting their thick load deep inside me, to mix with the loads from Drew and Kevin I'd already received today. I had been a total top and a virgin to anal sex when I arrived at the park earlier today. (How long ago was that?! Who the hell cares?!!) And now I couldn't get enough cock and cum in my ass. And I couldn't get enough of burying my dick balls deep in an ass! These two studs were doing all the work – Kevin fucking himself on my dick and Ryan fucking my hole with his dick. All I had to do was lay there and enjoy the erotic sensuality of it all. And I was definitely enjoying all of it! I was jacking Kevin's hard slick cock, still amazed that I had had the entire thing stuffing my ass not that long ago. So long and so thick. It turned me on more realizing I had taken it and enjoyed it. Just like I'd enjoyed Drew's cock and was now feeling additional pleasure from Ryan's cock, which wasn't quite as long as Kevin's but it was slightly thicker. “Hell yeah man!” Kevin's voice penetrated my thoughts. “Fuck me buddy! Your raw married cock is making my ass feel so fucking good! Can't wait for you to give me your seed!” I let go of Kevin's dick and ran my fingers and hands up across his abs to his pecs and nips. This prompted Kevin to straighten his position on my dick and raise his arms above his head, flexing his pecs. As I moved my hands and eyes over his torso I caught a glimpse of a drawing of some sort just below his left armpit. I hadn't seen his body from this angle before so I hadn't noticed it earlier today. I couldn't tell for sure but it looked kind of like a small scorpion. I didn't wonder about it more than a couple seconds, but it briefly reminded me of a day a few weeks ago when I had walked into my son Jeremy's room and he had some pictures of scorpions on his computer screen. I hadn't remembered that until just now. That memory was quickly dissolved as I felt Drew's tongue licking my ear then heard him whispering in it. “How you doing Daddy Justin? Feels great having your cock in a hot ass and having your own ass filled with cock at the same time, doesn't it?” he finished with a lusty chuckle. “Fuck yeah it does! I could never have imagined anything like this! This is fucking perfect!” As if on cue, Drew pushed the glass pipe between my lips and lit the flame, creating more of the fuck smoke I couldn't resist and didn't want to resist. As I blew out a second thick white cloud I heard Ryan yell out, “I'm going to cum Daddy Justin! I'm going to flood your hot spun ass with my tina cum! Tell me you want it!” “YES!” I practically screamed in need. “Cum in me, Ryan! Give me your tina cum and breed my greedy ass! My greedy cheating married daddy ass!” I felt Ryan slam one last time against my ass and felt his seed emptying into me. That sensation took me over the edge and I cried out to Kevin, “Here it cums man! Giving you a big load of my married cum just like I gave Drew and Ryan! Take it! Take it allllll!!” And my cum shot into Kevin's ass mixing with Ryan's. (to be continued)

FUCK this story is so fuckin' hot and sleazy 💥 I love it and it's one of my favourites!!! Thanks bro!!!

As a ginger this speaks to me

Well, due to popular demand, I started, finally, trying to write up a "part two" to the story. The tone and dialog will be obviously different since I'm writing it vs how the original story was done. Going to try and keep the way everyone "sounds" similar to the story. Got a teaser of the next bit for those interested: """"" ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family!” Max had said as his thick hairy arms squeezed tight around the body of Ketih. The younger boy floating in a brand new world of dirty piggy fun he hadn’t imagined up until a few hours ago. As Max pounded his infected Daddy Dick up Keiths hole, his partner Cameron, grabbed the kids face and shoved his own HIV positive cock down Keiths Throat. In the middle, Keith moaned and gurgled and twitched as he felt his naked sweaty body pushed between the two. His own throbbing cock mashed down into the somewhat course fabric of the worn beach towel that they were all fucking on. The heat of the sun and the feel of grass made his body all the more sensitive. Max had been holding off for a while, but felt his cock start to twitch as he squeezed Keith all the more. “Fuck boy! Here it comes, here comes Daddies infected load!” He grunted, an instant later he bellowed like a Bull in Heat as Keith felt the HIV positive cock explode deep up his guts. Max’s body shuddered as he road out his orgasm, reveling in his unmedicated load pumping deep up the boys unprotected ass. A few moments later Cameron grunted and shot his load as well, filling the boy from both ends as they collapsed panting in the hot afternoon sun. Cameron pulled his cock from Keiths dripping face, giving the plump tip a squeeze to milk out a last few drops of jizz as he stood up. """""

The allure of a toxic Poz cock unloading in my hungry boy hole is too much to bear...It's only a matter if time until I dump my PrEP and take multiple toxic Poz loads deep in my hungry hole...impregnation will occur...tick tock, tick tock.....🍆💦☣️🦂!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

3 Toxic loads this morning. Blood Slam too!

Happened to me at Midtowne Spa in LA. Was actually ass up, prelubed in my room. First cock of the night, a hung Latin daddy stepped in and closed the door. Felt me hole and immediately used my towel to wipe off the lube. Entered me hard and dry. Then for the first few strokes would pull out and wipe his cock to make sure there was no lube insidE. Once he was sure I was dry, he started to long dick me. At first it really hurt. Felt almost like sandpaper. After about 5 minutes, I started to feel a slickness inside. Assumed it was natural ass lube The guy finally came hard, pulled out and left. I reached down to feel my hole, looked at my fingers and realized the “natural lube” was blood.

Of course I'll breed a hole even when asked to pull out. You put yourself in that situation you accept all responsibility.

Actually, I've found through the years that after the first few moments of being sucked, the Cocksucker's saliva becomes more - well - slippery, more of a lubricant all by itself. That more slippery "spit-lube" is produced more prolifically the more the guy sucks Cocks. I very much enjoy that secondary aspect of the guy's saliva, since it often oozes out of his mouth and hangs in long, stringy loops off his chin, onto my balls. Usually a cocksucker will spit the lube-drool into his own hand and start jacking his own Cock while slobbering on mine. Obviously though, the very best mouth-lube would be a load sucked out of some other Cock, just before going down on mine.

Hi mate, here it is

Part 3 There really is such a thing as a person who was born to be used for sex. Before I had my Faggot, I had always assumed that if I wanted to sell someone's body, I'd have to coerce them and control them through violence. To wipe away a person's entire identity and turn them into an object for gratifying men isn't easy - there's a lot of planning and a wide variety of illegal tasks that need to happen. Faggot, however, was always a bad boy at heart. He had been living with me for only a week, and sometimes I almost find myself having a soft spot for the kid when I see how much he truly enjoys being a whore. Of course, I didn't want to go too crazy on the kid. The past 3 days he spent resting heavily, coming back out of his comedown, eating, working out, and working out some more. I had to keep the boy healthy and functional. Since he didn't have a phone or anything and I couldn't really leave him unattended for long, he accompanied me on a few drug runs. I put in some applications for him to become a stripper (unfortunately they rarely hired twinks) and a few part-time jobs at any adult theater, sex shop, or bathhouse in the area. I had to milk him for every cent I could make from him, keep him busy, and find him a job that would help him scope out new clients, clients that are willing to pay for sex. I was going to make sure he had some routine. The first 3 days he was with me, though, I was going to make sure he started his new life with a bang. Before we did anything crazy, I had to cover my bases. In order to make it seem like he ran away, I had him go home the first day to collect his possessions when his parents were away at work and leave a handwritten note while I waited in my van two blocks down. I also had him withdraw everything from his savings account and pawn whatever he could from his possessions. The rest I burned in the trash. He had about enough to pay for some decent drug weight even after I pocketed some - it was all his to use, and it would definitely last him a while. Then I had him put on a hat and sunglasses in case we got spotted. Faggot was surprisingly eager, even getting excited to withdraw all his savings knowing what it was going towards. He just wanted to get all that stuff over with so we could go back to my place. As we drove in the van, we barely spoke. I made a point of talking to him only when necessary. The boy, however, was noisy as fuck. "I'm horny - what are you going to do to me - what if my parents catch us - I have to pee - when are we going to pick up the T..." 18 year-old twinks are like that. I either ignored him or offered one-word responses. He eventually quieted down, giving into the sexual tension. He couldn't keep his eyes off my bulging muscles, outlined by my extremely tight black wife-beater and skinny jeans. It's pretty much the only outfit I wear if I have to have clothes on. I parked the van halfway on the sidewalk because the street was too narrow to actually allow street parking. Faggot motioned to exit the car, and I pulled him back by his hair. I dragged his head next to my face so that my hot breath steamed up his cheek. "Listen, Faggot. I let you out on your own before because I couldn't be seen, but from now on, you do not exit the vehicle until I open the door for you. Don't worry. You won't forget, because the next time you ride in this van, you'll be in the back and I'll have you handcuffed with your leash tied to my head cushion. You won't be able to leave until I remove your restraints. If you make any attempt to escape, you won't get far, and when I catch you, you're gonna wish you were dead. You understand?" "Y-yes, sir," he said, trembling. "I won't try to run." I hopped out of the vehicle and went over to the passenger's side, and opened the door. I looked around, then beckoned him out. The second we walked through the door, I back-handed him with all my strength. He emitted a high-pitched yelp as the force of my slap knocked him to the ground. I stepped on him so that he couldn't get up, then menacingly, I growled, "The next time we take a ride, you shut the fuck up or I'll duct tape your mouth." I relished in the fear and surprise on his face. He was now afraid of me. I released my foot. Then in one sweeping motion, I pulled him to his feet by his tight little shirt, shoved him into the cave, undressed him save for his jockstrap, and chained him to the pipe before heading back out to unload the van of our haul, which included provisions as well as faves. Another obstacle I faced was actually finding clients to pay for him. With so many sluts out there fucking and getting fucked for free, it was hard to justify charging much for his body. Additionally, it was hard as hell advertising something you can't legally advertise. Thankfully I had enough power by word-of-mouth. My "business" afforded me a sizable network over the years. One of these connections was the owner of a Motel 6 outside of town, where I'd often stay for my deals. His name was Henry and was a rare latino manager who bought the motel from its previous ownership. I stayed there often mostly because it was one of the very few non-Indian-owned motels. While Indian managers are professional and mind their own business, they're often family-owned and would never engage in the debauchery of their room guests. Henry was different and is every bit a corrupt motherfucker as I am. Henry was older than me, actually, at 38, but with his shaven face, signature snapback, and rotation of T-shirts, jeans, and basketball shorts, he easily looked a decade younger. His arms, chest, sides, neck, and calves were covered in tattoos, and he wasn't as big as me, but standing at 5'11" and heavily toned, he definitely looked strong and somewhat intimidating. In exchange for some T and G, Henry always gave me a room on the house. He also had an under-the-table agreement with Officer Marino, an aggressive, 6'7", chiseled, no-nonsense cop with a buzzed head and muscles that even put mine to shame. The man looks like a human-sized hulk, and even his uniform, which is probably the largest size, can barely contain his humongous muscle. He had the most square jaw of anyone I'd ever seen and veins popping out of his neck. The man was never seen smiling. Marino loved his authority and wielded it like an asshole. He only had one problem: he had a serious sex addiction that he hides from his girlfriend and the rest of the force. Henry was happy to feed into that in order to ensure Marino kept any shady shit we did out of mind and out of sight. Prostitutes frequently stayed at the motel, and Henry could easily pick them out. He'd then notify Marino which rooms they were staying in, and he'd go in and threaten to arrest them unless they'd let him fuck them. He also paid Marino part of the proceeds from the women's room revenue and gave him a free room whenever he needed if he had a girl he wanted to fuck off-duty and needed a spot. Marino's girlfriend is a 21 year-old bombshell with daddy issues, always had her hair blown out, had huge fake tits that Marino paid for, and boasted an hourglass figure. She had obviously chosen the hyper-masculine 40 year-old Marino due to said daddy issues. According to Henry, Marino fucked her at least several times a day, but it wasn't enough to sustain his addiction, and he'd need to visit the motel an additional 3 or 4 times for a quick pump and dump. Marino worked the night shift (naturally), so he was off during the day. Perfect, since it was around 3PM, and Henry and Marino would happen to be my first clients for Faggot. Henry was excited as fuck when i told him about the boy and even offered to advertise my "escort agency" at his motel, especially if I was willing to do house calls at the motel. Of course, he had to try the product first. I'd let him try it on the house for helping me advertise. I had to bargain with Marino. A deeply closeted bisexual who picks up young twinks off grindr all the time to brutalize at the motel, Marino maintains that the boys are sluttier and free, and if he needs to get off and nothing is available, he'd settle for it. He reminded me that if I charged him, he'd come back and arrest me. I reminded him that we had plenty of dirt on him as well. More than enough for him to be discharged from the force. I promised him that this would be a better fuck than the average whore at the motel. He reluctantly agreed to pay me $25. Prompt as all hell, Marino showed up first at 3:25, 5 minutes before I told him to come. I had just finished shaving and douching Faggot, who now sat on the mattress in the cave waiting as I prepped his point. I open the door for Marino, who is also wearing a hat (backwards, of course) and sunglasses. His shirt was so tight around his chest, I couldn't even imagine how he got it on his body. Underneath, he wore baggy jeans and designer sneakers. I could smell Axe Cologne off of him as soon as I opened the door. We didn't greet each other, being two men with no kinship whatsoever. He unceremoniously popped his wallet open and handed me a 20 and a 5, and I led him to the cave. He stood at the door, just staring at Faggot. The blond boy, tan skin perfectly smooth and glistening from being coated in baby oil, looked up at him timidly with those bright blue eyes. Without acknowledging him, Marino started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "Want some T?" I offered. "Can't. Drug test," he said tersely. "Ah...right. Viagra?" "Don't need it." All he did was undo his belt and unzip his jeans. No underwear underneath. A beautiful 8" tool with a giant head surfaced, and it was already hard as a rock. Marino is like me. He gets ridiculous boners from nothing, even if he came several times that day. He strode over to Faggot, slowly stroking his cock, looking down at him expectantly. He saw the leash that chained him to the pipe, and for the first time, I saw a smirk on his face. "Nice," he muttered under his breath. He ran a giant hand through Faggot's soft golden spikes. I pulled a ready point from the hot water cup. "You really gonna do that while I'm here?" Marino asked. He was being serious. "Actually," I said with an evil grin. "I was thinking you could help me. You're wearing a belt. Can we borrow it?" Marino hesitated, not knowing how to react. He looked at me, then looked at the boy, who was gazing wantonly at the point, scared that I wouldn't give it to him and also scared that I would. This was a new chapter for him. I wasn't going to make this the norm for him, but I decided that he should get a point for special occasions or as a treat. Today, he made me my first $25, which is almost nothing compared to each of the deliveries I made, but it was his christening. Marino surprised me by picking his belt up from the floor and tying it around Faggot's bicep. I walked over and sat on Faggot's side, found a good plump vein, and slid the needle in. He flinched just ever so slightly. I drew a flash of blood. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He shook his head. Then, I slowly plunged the contents of the syringe into his veins. Marino tried to mask his fascination, but he watched intently. As I pushed the plunger, he asked, "So what am I not allowed to do to him?" "Just don't seriously harm him," I offered. "If it goes too far, I'll stop you. But don't hold back." I pulled the point out, tossed it on the floor, swabbed him with alcohol, and raised Faggot's arm over his head. The boy's pupils became huge and went out of focus and out of sync. His eyes bulged as he coughed his whole chest away. I saw his jaw chatter even, and a whole shiver went through his body. It was a strange sight seeing such an archetypical tan, blond beauty cracked out of his whole mind. Before he could even fully recover, Marino had suddenly grabbed him by the throat and slapped him so hard across the face I was shocked a tooth didn't fly out given the man's sheer strength. "AHHOOW!" the boy managed to holler. He gasped, choking for breath, but before he could catch it, a man literally twice his size was over him, tossing him on his stomach and then pulling him up on all fours. I had coated Faggot's hole with vaseline and baby oil to prepare him. Almost fully clothed still, Marino covered Faggot's body almost completely with his, one arm grabbing him roughly by the face, the other hand groping him furiously, flicking his nipples, slapping and spanking him. From my view, I could only see his distressed and tweaked face and his legs splayed out in between Marino's jeans. Meanwhile, his dick was already pushing against his hole hard. I thought he was going to make Faggot gag on his dick, but he was so eager to fuck that he just skipped straight to it. Finally, the head popped in, and Faggot screamed so loudly and savagely you would've thought that Marino had been bludgeoning him with a hammer. Tears instantly brimmed in his eyes. Without skipping a beat, I unscrewed the poppers and put it to his nose, holding his nostrils for him. "Sniff as hard as you can," I commanded. "Daddy.... Daddy, it's too big," the boy feebly whimpered, snot and tears dripping from his face, but I ignored him and just kept making him whiff. Left, right, left, right, as deep as he can inhale. Marino had the courtesy to stay buried in him without moving, let his newly poppered-up hole start to relax and adjust to his dick. I then passed the poppers to Marino, who didn't decline this time. He felt like maybe it was a good time for it, and he took two decent whiffs before handing it off to me. As soon as he was done, he exploded into the most savage fucking I've ever seen. The giant hunk of brutal, merciless muscle pounded into the small boy as fast as a pogo stick, each impact so hard it made a thunderclap. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-URGHHGURHGH!" Faggot howled, his screams of surprise and momentary pain muffled by Marino's beefy fingers jamming down his throat. To think that this man was a sex addict was truly frightening. It was hard to even wrap my head around how many unfortunate twinks and whores he's devastated. I don't know how his girlfriend ever looks presentable the way he probably fucks her. This also marked the first time I ever saw Marino smile. A cold, sadistic smirk was plastered on his face as he fucked Faggot. He looked over at me sitting against the wall just watching, and his smirk widened to a grin. I grinned back. That's right. I wasn't going to stop him, and he realized that the delicate boy he's manhandling and fucking senseless is completely helpless and at his mercy. He loved making Faggot feel powerless, his hold on the boy so firm that he could barely even move his arms and legs. The room echoed with the sounds of Faggot's gagged and gargled screams and the loud SMACK SMACK SMACK of Marino's balls as he hammered without restraint. The more Faggot cried out, the more brutal Marino tried to be. At one point, the man raised his leg and stamped his boot down on Faggot's head, grinding his face into the mattress while he took his belt and lashed his ass, all the while fucking him like a rabbit. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFF!" Faggot tried to scream. One teary blue eye was barely visible, looking desperately around for help. "YEAAAHHA!" Marino responded, laughing as he tried to whip the boy even harder. "TAKE IT YOU STUPID, USELESS FAGGOT!" I approached, crouching down by the boy so that i could whisper in his ear. "Now you know what it means to be my whore, boy. Not even the police are going to be here to help you. This man is a cop and is gonna make sure no one stops me from selling you. This is just the beginning." Marino suddenly pulled out, causing Faggot to cry out in surprise as his giant dickhead popped out of his tight hole. He stepped off of his face, grabbed him by his leash, and yanked him roughly back, choking the boy. "This isn't enough for this faggot," Marino said, again in all seriousness. "You're right," I agreed. I whipped out my own cock, which was already hard from watching Marino use him. I looked down at the boy, who looked back up at me in tears of disbelief. He was so spun he was sweating profusely from the unbelievably overwhelming sex, and his eyes looked glassy from shock and dizziness. It was clear the point and the poppers made him lose control of his senses, and his body didn't even know how to react to the sudden onslought on his cunt. His hair was in disarray, being pulled in different directions by Marino and dripping beads of sweat onto his face. I harshly spit on him, smacking him across the nose and cheek. Faggot whimpered. Marino roughly shoved his sausage fingers into Faggot's mouth and pried it wide open. I then shoved my dick in, causing him to gag. I pulled out, drool and splutter flying everywhere. Then I thrust back in while Marino pushed his head onto my dick. Faggot gagged to the point of almost throwing up, but he had nothing to hurl. Hand still firmly clutching him by the hair, Marino got on his knees behind Faggot and slid right into his open pussy. A feeble gargled scream erupted from Faggot, drool bubbling and foaming at the corners of his mouth around my cock. He looked so sexy, his bright blue eyes all begging and tweaked out with a cock in his mouth and a giant man fucking him so hard from behind his little feet bounced on the mattress. The mattress springs screeched from the fucking. While it felt like an eternity for the boy, it had only been 25 total minutes of fucking before Marino pulled out and shoved into him with purpose, his body trembling. "Ahhh," he sighed with relief, relishing the heavenly feeling of his orgasm as it squirted inside Faggot, eliciting one final whimper. Then the room fell to a peaceful silent. When he pulled out, a splash of thick white cum oozed out, dripping down Faggot's taint and balls. The man was fertile as fuck to have cum that much when I know he's already came several times that day. Without a word, Marino zipped his fly, put his belt back on, and left, leaving the boy hardly recognizable from when he first came through the door. I looked down at Faggot, who was limp, and was surprised to see a satisfied smile form around on the boy's face, which went from anguished and tortured to grateful in seconds. "That was... Fuckk... Ermem... More. I like him," he slurred in his boyish squeak, still fucked up and his mouth barely functional from all the gagging and cock-sucking. I grabbed one ankle and spread his legs wide open. I spit on his used cunt and slid my iron-hard cock right in to the hilt, as deep as I can until I was sure it was fully buried. "Agghh!" he cried from surprise, and I grinned to myself as I saw the wasted little angel gasp with pleasure and a hint of pain. I decided I was going to fuck him until Henry showed up so that he wouldn't get a break. I loved hearing him moan and scream from getting fucked, and I snickered to myself that it was going to become white noise to me soon with how much I'm gonna get this Faggot fucked. Determined to not let Marino outdo me fucking my own boy, I flipped him onto his back and tore his legs almost into a split apart. Then I plunged in as hard as I could, causing him to gasp and yelp. "Daddy's going to really ruin you today, you filthy whore," I said, spitting on him as I tugged hard on his leash, choking him. I punch fucked him, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. While I did that, I twisted his nipple with one hand while I slapped him repeatedly with the other. "YOU LIKE THAT, FAGGOT?" "Y-" SMACK! "I ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKE MY DICK RIPPING YOUR SLOPPY LITTLE CUNT, YOU WHORE!" I roared, smacking him with a backhand this time. "YES, S-" SMACK! Everytime he opened his mouth, I smacked him. Seeing his boyish face tattered and red from my palm while his legs and feet flailed wildly around me as I pounded him turned me on even more. I was so aroused my dick went into overdrive and I knew right away I was close. "ARRR, FUCK BOY! I'M GONNA NUT IN YOU!" I bellowed. I grabbed his shoulders to shove him even further into me as I felt it come up, warm and sensitive, and then erupt for 10 seconds straight, ropes and ropes of cum inside his breeding hole. Part 4 coming soon

I always do. If they ask why I did it, I say I'm an asshole, get dressed and leave.

Yeah, when I am ordered to pull out, I always dump the first part of my load inside then pull out and shoot the rest on them.