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I check my messages on the beat website and there is a message from a guy. “You liked my poz load did you? Plenty more where that came from. Meet me there at 2pm this afternoon”. I do my chores and at 2pm on the dot I am back at the toilet cubicle ready for another poz load. My poz top is there 5 mins later and 10mins later I am taking another poz load. Again, there is a note under the stall door, and he is gone. This time I don’t wait. I read it as I sit on the toilet absorbing his poz seed. “love that you like my poz load. Plenty more where that came from. Sometimes my ex and I like to share a hole with both our poz dicks if you keen - Steve.” He leaves his mobile number. I text him straight after and he says he and his ex can fuck me tomorrow if can I host. Fuck yeah, I say and we lock in a “pozzing session” on the following day at 7pm. I get ready and head over to Matts. He opens the door and standing in front of me is the blonde god as he is in tight blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. No business this time and he pulls me in and kisses me passionately. His bulge growing immediately. “I can’t wait till after dinner, I want to be enjoying dinner with your babies inside me” I say. Matt turns me around right there inside the front door and pulls my jeans down and slides his finger in me as he undoes his jeans. “nice! Loaded already – no lube required”. Matt slides right in and in 5 mins he is flooding my used hole with his seed. We get ourselves respectable again and head out to dinner. He takes me to a nice Italian restaurant and the whole night it is holding hands, random kisses and touching. We chat as we wait for dessert, and he tells me his ex was the one that pozzed him. He is a top, but his ex was versatile and on rare occasions he would let his ex fuck him. They never used protection. But his ex was fucking around, and he didn’t know. By the time his ex found out he was poz, he had already pozzed Matt and the relationship broke down from there. The were still friends but it was not sexual. Matt hadn’t started treatment yet as it was only 6 months ago. He apologized for last night saying he is usually very careful, and he just got carried away. That is why he leaves a wedding ring on. To try to make sure no one gets interested or he doesn’t get tempted. I lean across the dinner table and hold his hand and kiss him and say it’s ok. I reveal I have not been on PreP for 3 months now, but I don’t care. I am proud to have his babies in me and whatever will be will be. I excuse myself as we wait for dessert to go to the bathroom and as I leave the table say, “don’t make me wait as we need to be back for dessert”. A few minutes later Matt is breeding me in the toilet stall bent over the toilet and flooding me with another load. We have dessert and we go back to Matts place and I spend the night. Matts breeds me two more times that night. I wake up to the feeling of Matts warm body and hairy chest against my back and his lips nibbling my neck and his rock hard cock pressing at my arse crack. I cannot think of a better way to wake up. I have another load in me before breakfast. I have things to do that day and Matt does too. So, we agree to catch up in a couple of days. I spend the day doing stuff and never once let any of Matts loads out of me. I feel somewhat connected to Matt and for some weird reason I want him to poz me. There is just something about him that makes me want it to be him. Come 7pm I get a buzz on my intercom and it is Steve. I buzz him up realizing I have never actually seen him. I open my door and Steve is in front of me. An average built Mediterranean man in jeans and a t-shirt. Clean shaven and piercing blue eyes. “hey mate. Glad we can do this. This is my ex Matt, and tonight may be your last night as a neg bottom”. I look to the side and there stands Matt. Yep. My Matt. He looks at me with both confusion and a smile and says, “I think that may have already happened”. After some confusion and laughs they both come in and we discover it has been Steve’s loads in before Matts every time. Steve isn’t all that affectionate. It is clear he is here to do a deed. He is just interested in fucking and breeding. But Matt has no reservations showing his affections. As the night progresses, we all enjoy a few drinks in between both Matt and Steve breeding me. Whenever Steve is fucking me Matt either has his cock in my mouth or he is making out with me telling Steve to fuck and breed “his man”. It is so hot, but I try not to read too much into it as I think it is just the heat of the moment. After two loads from them both, Steve says, “how about one last effort to make sure it takes”. I look inquisitively at him and he says, “take us both at the same time”. Matt lays down on his back and I sit on him with no effort as I am now loose and wet from their seed. I kiss him as he is inside me and then I feel Steve slowly start to push his cock in past Matts. It is tight and I am sure there are some serious tears happening, but they do it slowly until they are both balls deep in me together. I am so turned on that I am rock hard, and my cock is being rubbed against Matts hairy stomach as Steve fucks me. If by some planned miracle Steve picks up the pace and Matt says, “I can’t hold it anymore” and Steve almost yells as he squirts his third load in me, and Matt loses control and cums at the same time. I then loose control and cum hands-free all-over Matts stomach. Steve pulls out and I suddenly feel empty, but Matt stays in me for a few minutes as Steve get’s dressed and as Matts is sliding out of me Steve leans in and pecs Matt on the cheek and says, “you found a good one here” and leaves. I lay there a little sore, cum dribbling from my arse and Matt and I make out for almost an hour afterward. We chat and it just feels so natural. Finally, Matt has to leave as he has an early start the next day. I kiss him at the door and as he turns to leave, he almost flippantly says “love you babe”. To be continued.

I had been getting back to the gym and training for the last month (still a long way to go but started) and was quite sore with my neck and shoulders taking most of the strain. So thought I would treat myself to a massage. Looked online and saw a new add nearby so I could walk there. I love a sensual filthy massage, but this time I needed a real proper rubdown, so focused on legit therapeutic masseur this time. Add said recently moved to town and looking for new and regular clients. Nothing to indicate anything sexual or similar. Perfect. I really needed a proper rub down to release some of my knots. He has no pictures on his add which also indicates a good professional masseur. Booked in for 7pm and thought I would check a local beat which was on the way and cleaned out, and I thought I would try my luck at getting some action on the way. I leave a message on the beat chat on an app saying I’ll be there in 10min to take cock. What could be more perfect than getting a load in me and then a real massage in the one night. Often hard to find from same person. Went into the local toiles and withing 10mins a foot tapping under stall and before I knew it I was sucking a nice 8” cock under stall. I could see they were tradie boots so assuming it was a tradie after a long day. I turn around and back up to the cock and a rubber is slid under the stall to me. I slid it straight back and backed up to feel his cock at my hole. I hear an instant grunt and laugh and and in one push he is in me raw. Without any hesitation his is in me in one push balls deep and I hear “oh yeah, finally”. He fucks me hard for 5 mins and then I feel the tell tale speed up and his two hands come slightly under the stall and grab my arse cheeks as he bottoms out in me, and he holds it there as he grunts and growls flooding my insides with a load so big, I fell it. I slowly start to move off his cock and he pulls me back still hard and in me. He starts to fuck me again. 5 mins later and his second load is flooding my now wet hole.” I am running out of time to get to my massage and am glad he is finished. As I am getting dressed again, I hear him open the stall door next to me to leave and I see a crumpled envelope slid under my stall door before he leaves. The envelope has the following on the outside of the envelope: “Open me when you get home”. I put it in my backpack and head to my massage happy I got 2 loads in me and now I am going to get my massage. Pretty sure I will feel good when I finally get home. Arse loaded and a good massage. Get to the massage guys apartment and he opens the door and in front of me stands a 6” tall blonde-haired man with skintight blue singlet and same colour footy shorts. His hair is probably shoulder length but tied up in a man bun which I find so sexy. He has a blonde hairy chest which a lot of blonde hair protruding from the top of his singlet. He has a trimmed blonde beard and a smile you could get lost in. And he has a wedding ring on his weeding finger, so yep, legit, I think. “Come in man. I am Matt” he says as he ferries me to a bedroom set up as his massage room. He asks where my problem areas are and I smirk as my mind thinks of some of the dirtiest comments, but he seems genuine, and I don’t want to misinterpret this and ruin a good massage. I explain my shoulders and neck are sore. He slowly feels my shoulders and neck which gets a response from my cock immediately. I am still dressed at this point and as he is describing where the cause of some of the pain is as he runs his hands down to my lower back and says its all connected and slowly digs his thumbs into my lower back and says he will look after it all. He steps out and instructs me to undress and get on the table. I do and he comes back in and slowly and softly runs his hands over my entire back and down over my arse. “Your skin is quite dry, so I will warm up some oil as I find it helps with minimize the friction and I can get into those tight difficult places easier.” He steps out again for a few minutes and comes back in. I feel warm oil being drizzled all over my back and then over my arse cheeks and then my legs. Feels great. He begins giving me and overall great massage of my shoulders, back and legs. The odd brush over my arse, but nothing specific to indicate anything more. “I’ll just do your entire back and legs first then I will focus on your shoulders and neck toward the end, ok?” I just grunt a “yes thanks” as his touch with oil is amazing. While spending about 10 mins on my entire back he brushes his cock in his footy shorts against my hands as he moves around the table, and I swear I feel it growing. But I remember the wedding ring and remind myself not to get carried away. It is a legit massage after all. Clearly, he is not wearing any underwear, but I guess that is not unusual for a lot of guys. As he is finishing up on my back he dribbles more warm oil on my back and this time he drizzles some over my arse and it dribbles over my crack. Nothing is said, but as a true bottom I instinctively respond by raising my arse slowly. Accidently as I do, I released a bit of the load in there. I am hoping he doesn’t see it. “I am going to focus on your shoulders now, but it is easier to get into the knots using my own weight, so I am just going to get on the table with you”. I hear a shuffle and he gets on the table and straddles my arse. He shuffles around a bit. “just need to get a good angle” and then I see his singlet thrown on the floor. He dribbles more oil on my entire back, but this time he dribbles more on my arse. It dribbles down on my crack more this time and there is a few seconds between when he finishes that and starts to lean in on my shoulders. He really goes to town on my shoulders and the whole time I can feel a bulge pressing against my arse each time through his footy shorts. As he is finishing up on my shoulders, he leans in and says, “how is that”. I am in heaven and my groans and respond of “oh yeah” is clear acceptance. I can feel his breath at my ear as he leans in. I can feel the heat of his body on my back and now I can feel his hairy chest rub against my back. Again, I feel his breath at my ear. “You want another one??” I respond with “I will definitely be back man”. “Good, but I meant now. I saw it when you lifted your arse man. I am not blind. You want another load? I doubt I would even need any oil based on what came out”. He is almost laying against my back at this point. His body on mine feels amazing. I am lost for words and without hesitation the best I can say is “yes please”. My voice is almost begging him. He lifts up and still straddling my legs as I feel a shuffle at my arse and feel what must be another nice 8” cock slap against my arse as he frees it from his shorts. Nothing more is said at this point. Just his hands slowly and sensually massaging my shoulders as his rock-hard cock slides up and down my arse crack. After about the fourth slide the cock head catches my hole and slides in effortlessly with two loads already in me. I hear him moan as his adjusts himself for a better angle and he leans in and says, “I never pull out”. And I immediately respond with “don’t you fucking dare”. There is nothing rough about this fuck at all. He slowly continues to fuck me sensually as he massages my back. It feels like his cock belongs in there. After about 10 mins his speed picks up, and he says, “here it comes”. And no sooner does he finish the sentence I hear him moan loudly as I feel his cock swell and my arse filling with his seed. He stays hard and inside me for a few minutes as he nibbles my ear and kisses my neck. He slowly softens and pops out and I feel some cum dribble out as he does. He gets off the table and he is still in his footy shorts. Just no shirt on. “Turn over now – not done yet. You paid for a full massage. The clock stopped the second it got sexual. So, you still got 30mins left. We will do the front now.” I turn over and lay there exposed on my back and I get to see his gorgeous toned hairy chest. I run my hands over his chest and stomach almost in a worshipping fashion. I can’t belie this gorgeous man just fucked and bred me. I can see the tip of a tattoo poking out of the top of his footy shorts as I am touching his stomach and pull the top of his shorts down a bit to see a biohazard tattoo. I see the sudden panic in his eyes realizing he wasn’t planning on revealing that, hence why he kept his shorts on. He looks down with a slightly shameful look and says sorry. I am touching his tattoo and to put him out of his misery I say, “I hope there is more where that came from”. And I see a look of relief and a smile come over his face as he leans in and kisses me non-stop for 5 minutes. After the kiss breaks he is clearly hard again. So, I say, “so you can take those off now and consider the massage done. But I hope you are not”. He takes his shorts off and starts kissing me again breaking to say, “I don’t have any appointments tonight”. Suffice to say, I stay for another 2 hours and he fucks and breeds me another three times all over the apartment and in his bed. As I finally leave after three hours he says I can have a discount for the next session. I ask how much. “How does dinner sound for your arse for the night”. I now have a wet arse with 5 loads in me. Very happy with my evening I get home and remember the note. I am laying in bed with cum literally dripping from my hole and open the envelope. There is a note that reads: “If I have slipped you this note it means I fucked you at a beat and you didn’t make me use a rubber. I am HIV positive with a high viral load. You probably should get tested. Remember it was your choice to not use a rubber and take the risk.” I jack off on my bed and blow what must be the biggest load I have ever blown. The orgasm is so intense I squirt cum out of my arse. I go back on to the website with the beat the guy fucked me at and leave a message. “To the guy that fucked me there this afternoon. Thank you. And if you are checking this I WANT MORE! Message me.” I wake up the next morning to a text from Matt. “Dinner tonight?” To be continued…

Part 2: Is this an audition or adulation? In my eagerness I arrive at his forest home in just over 90 minutes. After a moment agonizing over which he would prefer, exact promptness or the zeal of being early it occurred to me that he likely already knew my excitement and desire to prove myself would cause me to be early and that was what he’d want to see. At first the conviction of this realization surprised me. How on earth did I believe this. We’d never spoken or met, simply admired one another over time and an even shorter distance than id ever imagined. But at the same time there was a electric connection, something deep inside of me that knew that He KNEW me. Knew how to get what he wanted out of me, and that if I could let my slave self lead and trust the impulses I was feeling I would be doing exactly what he wanted. And so I parked, walked calmly and confidently to the door, knocked twice and immediately kneeled. I tilted my gaze upwards at the closed door and allowed my jaw to go slack, leaving my mouth hanging open and ready should he desire it. When he opened the door, his face remained stoic, with the smallest pull of a proud grin at his eyes and corner of his lips. He surprised me when he said, “I’m honoured that you have chosen to show me exactly who you are slave.” His voice almost kind and fatherly. “To me the slave is the yin to his Master Yan, for one cannot exist without the other. What is it to be a Master without a slave to mentor and protect, and what is a slave without a Master to use him, his talents, his….,” his voice growing softer until bent and whispered in my ear “Gifts.” He placed his hand on either side of my face, assessing my eyes as I stared rapt into his. Without warning, he spit into my mouth. Once, then twice, then after snorting and working a third time. He then gently closed my mouth, and slapped me across the face so hard I fell from my knees onto my hands, adrenaline and fear suddenly rushing through me, directly into my cock now so hard I wondered if it would break off from the pressure. All kindness gone from his eyes and face he said, “You may now swallow my gifts, get off the floor and go the room downstairs at the end of the hall. You’ll know the one.” He walked away from me just as suddenly, and with a surge of delight I swallowed the spit I’d somehow managed to keep in my mouth. I forced myself to walk as calmly as I could to the room that was clearly a dungeon, and I took a moment to steady my breathing as I looked around. I now understood he was giving me a moment to acquaint myself with my new home, as I also knew it wasn’t likely that I would leave the is room often after tonight. The door entered the space and opened into a room that could easily have contained my whole apartment. On one side was a wall of cabinetry and open shelving, proudly displaying various floggers, dildos and truly massive ass toys. Something I believed to be a milking machine, and many drawers filled with medical looking tools most of which I didn’t know the purpose of. In one of the four corners was a barbers chair connected to a Fucking machine in a contraption the looked home made but well done. To the left behind a wall of bars the was a fully tiled open shower room with several shower heads and shower shots as well as a plastic urinal with a hose dangling below it. Along the back wall were two slings set at different heights, a Fuck bench, stocks, and emblazoned on the back wall was a giant biohazard symbol painted in a red suede paint on a metallic black background. Hashtags in gold surrounded the symbol totalling 31 marks in all with room to add more. In UV paint pen were signatures of what I assumed to be various visitors to the space numerous enough to fill a huge portion of the black background, some with comments and adulations, other just a name and date. As I took it all in I started to wonder if I really knew what I was doing. My cock still throbbed in the musty well used jock I’d put on, but other than reading and jacking off to stories of chasing I’d never actively pursued that kink. Not like I had with piss drinking or bondage, both of which I’d hungered for before during and after each liaison. Now that I was here, my own masochistic pig mind having mad the decision for me I let myself take the moment to answer one question. Can I actually do this? A shiver ran down my spine and my face flushed as I heard firm footsteps descend the stairs behind me. I knew that I’d be afraid right up until the moment his raw cock was kissing my abused hole, but that fear would pale in comparison to my want, no my deep deep NEED to serve Him and be used however he wanted, my own desires secondary. I turned to gaze on his face. A Marlboro dangled from his lips, off to the left controlled in a way that spoke to his ease, he carried a tall glass in each hand. One filled with a light golden brew, and the other with an amber liquid. He handed me both and asked “How do you like the space?” He walked over to a large love seat that blended so well into the dark walls I’d failed to notice it. Pulling out one of the drawer sets that was in fact also a hidden table, he rolled it infant of the sofa and sat down, gesturing for me to join him. “The cider is for me, never been a fan of beer but they make this locally. Try some, If you like it we have plenty, both new and used.” He chuckled. I walked over to him taking the barest sip of the cider, moved to emotion by his openness and real desire to share as well as use. I’d had this cider before and it was a favourite, he gave a genuine smile at this and patted the cushion next to him. Setting the glasses on the table, Cider for him, Piss for me, I stood for a moment locked into indecision between sitting on the couch and getting onto the floor. He watched as I froze, his preference hidden behind a mask of inscrutability. Letting go of my fear that my choice would be wrong, I chose the floor, sitting crosslegged between his legs, placed my hands behind me on the floor to let him know that I knew my place, and could be relaxed and comfortable there and tried to carry off an air of nonchalance. He smiled at me, almost lovingly. “To answer your question Sir, This space is… intense.” I said, “oh and thank you for the drink!” I reached behind me to get the glasses I’d set there, handing him his before settling with my own. “Yes that is one way to describe it,” He said, “Its been a labor and a monument.” He exhaled a long stream of smoke in my face and extinguished the cigarette. “Now boy, we have a lot to talk about and we will, but for now all you need to know is that I’m going to hurt you. You aren’t going to like it, but you will love it. When you leave here tomorrow evening, it will be to wrap up the life you’ve known and return, or it will be for the final time. Of course we can also stop right here, before the point of no return. This choice, one of your last that is your own I think, must be yours.” The choice made, I knew I wasn’t leaving, and to show him this I put the glass of piss to my lips and drank the entire thing. At first gulping the now cold dark piss, then slowing to savor the final drops. His eyes stopped blinking as he watched each second of me gleefully consuming his waste, even giving a small chuckle at the piss burp I vainly attempted to conceal at the end. “Good Boy.” He said. Moving his booted foot and placing it between my crossed legs, he dug in his heel to open them and then pressed hard on my balls. “Time to flush” and he leaned forward and spit in my mouth again. He rose from the couch, grabbing my glass, standing nearly full weight on my jean encased scrotum, and then turned and left the room. “STRIP AND GET ON THE BENCH” he barked as he walked away. I furiously removed my clothing pausing only to quickly fold it and place it on the counter top before I bent over the bench, sliding my wrists into the padded rings at the top, and nesting my ankles into the open rings at the bottom. Resting my head on the face ring clearly taken from a massage table I looked down to see a cupholder shelf directly below me. Without saying anything He returned with another glass of the same dark piss, this time with a lid and straw that when placed in the holder was the perfect height to reach my lips. He cinched the straps on my wrists and closed the shackles around my ankles, clicking a thick sounding padlock into place on each side. He walked over to the toy wall and made some unseen selections. He came back and lifted my head quickly sliding a sensory depravation hood onto me. It had wireless headphones built in, and I could hear his voice when he wanted me to. He slid his hands into the waist of my jock and in one slick motion cut the straps right off. He slid the fabric from under me, returned to the hood and opened the zipper at the mouth. I heard him say “ Open “ before he shoved the crusty jock I’d worn into my mouth and then closed the zipper. His voice disappeared but music started, a low ominous chanting with a steady dance beat, soft at first with increasing volume and tempo. I felt the table I was on move somehow and realized that it split where my cock and balls were, felt him slid my cock forward into a sleeve, and placed my balls in his fist. The squeeze he administered nearly made me scream into my jock. His fist pulsated, rolling my testicles between his fingers, alternating pressure, moving them from hand to hand until one ball was in each, thumb and forefinger choosing a spot until the rolling stopped and he pressed like he was trying to weld his fingers together with my balls in the middle. Now I was screaming, I’d never had CBT like this before, most men choosing to swat at them awkwardly or give them half hearted kicks. I honestly wondered whether or not they would rupture. I bucked and struggled against the restraints, as he kept the pressure steady before he started pulsing his finger to the music I could hear. He let go of them all at once and my tensed body relaxed into a cold sweat. I felt him slide my balls into what I could only assume was a vice built into the padded Fuck bench, and closed it locking them in. I felt cold spit land on my exposed ass, and then his rough workman hands slide over my hole working in the small amount of moisture he’d deposited there. He spit again and then spanked my anus, causing me to jump, then again and again, blows landed on my hole each one taking the pain higher and then without warning jammed three dry fingers into my reddened hole. I screamed out again and saw stars at the assault. I started to shake from the pain of the invasion, feeling each calloused finger scrape into my walls, and suddenly became aware that the vice my balls were in was jostling freely with the movements of his arm. It dawned on me that the vice was loose, and that every time he fucked his cock into me, it would cause the vice to slam shut with the force of his hips meeting mine, and for the first time I was genuinely terrified. There was no part of this Fuck that wouldn’t be painful for me. And with that realization I came, shooting my last neg load into the sleeve, writhing in pain and pleasure of it. His voice became audible again and hearing him chuckling he said “well boy, that’s a first for me. Usually, when boys figure out how the scrambler works, this is where neg sluts panic and try to run, as if I’d let them. But you, you’re something special. I wanted to make this last but you have me so Fucking worked up that I’m going to poz you now boy. Quick and dirty. We have all night to use and destroy you right” His voice disappeared and he ripped his hand out of my hole leaving me gaping and gasping for air. Then another slap on my hole, and another and another before he rammed the thickest cock I’ve ever felt in my life into my hole, and started pounding like a jackhammer. I started crying, full body sobs wreaked my post orgasm exhausted body. I wanted to puke and run and kiss him all at the same time. I released myself into the violence of the near rape and realized that through all of this my cock hadn’t stopped being iron hard. Wave after wave of pain radiated from my balls, each time he slid the monster cock in and out of my surely now bleeding hole with animalistic savageness. Minutes passed by as I lost sense of time and physical awareness, the assualt on my balls started to become distant and my ass adjusting to the size of his thrusting meat, my body groaned with hunger as I moved as I could to meet his thrusts, frantically building in intensity. His voice returned over the head phones “This is it boy, making you mine faggot. My load is viral, unmedicated, and its about to be yours. Gonna POZ YOU NOW. Stupid Fucking faggot, runs to a strangers house to get tortured and Pozzed, and we’ve only. Just. BEGUN.” Thrusting to accent each word. “Guess what slave, the time is now. Welcome to the brotherhood” he started screaming, “TAKE MY POZ LOAD FAG BOY, TAKE IT!! TAKE IT!!!” I could feel the hot seed firing into my ass, each and every pulse of his cock sent ripples through my whole body, and he collapsed on top of me panting. Hitting a switch that dropped the vice and sleeve letting my cock and balls free, he reached a hand forward to open the zipper at my mouth and remove the jock. I drank from the straw greedily, trying to slake the thirst the adrenaline had caused until the glass was empty. After what seemed like a life he raised his sweaty hairy chest off of my back, pulled out of my now destroyed cunt and walked to the head of the bench. He slid his cock into my mouth allowing me to suck it for the first time, and even though I couldn’t see anything I did my best to clean his cum and my ass juice off of the meat that Pozzed me and that I knew in my core I now loved completely. I felt him sigh as fresh piss was delivered into my open mouth and swallowed greedily, feeling a contentment unlike any I’d ever known. This is where I’m meant to be I knew, I’m finally who I want to be. A urinal, a pain slut, a pozzed up slave. He removed the hood from me and after releasing the cuffs helped me stand. He stared deep into my eyes as I struggled to stay upright. With a final full force backhand across the face I fell, feeling consciousness slip away, hearing him say “welcome home boy” as I smiled and passed out.

CW: Mild raunch play will follow. Piss, Sadism and Pain will all be a part of this narrative. Also this is my first story submission here, please be kind, and if you can't at least be constructive. 🙂 Part 1: Ive always been a cock hound. From a young age I can remember being obsessed with mens crotches. Staring and wanting to touch, all the while not knowing it wasn’t an ok thing to be into openly so young. When a friend of mine was over on a slumber night he introduced me to jacking off. From then on, like most men, every chance I got was reserved for unloading my balls. As I got older the obsession grew to finding things to put up my ass, blowing a couple select friends in high school, sucking random cocks in bathroom stalls at the mall, and even following a man in his golden years to his camper van parked outside the drugstore to get quickly fucked and loaded up. Now a mid 30s bear, my kink list longer than my turn offs I began in earnest the hunt for a cock proud Sir to call my own. I’d learned in the preceding years that I loved Dominant men who didn’t ask before they did things. Loved how it felt to have a man piss in my mouth without warning, grab my head and hold it down on his cock or balls or in his musty ass. The feeling of having a hard cock rammed into me without concern for stretching or pausing to make sure I could take it, and each time I heard a Top say “damn you can take cock”, it made me want to press harder, be piggier, feel more used. I’d never cared much to have my dick played with by others, a pity given I’d been blessed with an above average but not huge piece of meat. I could easily orgasm just from getting pounded or fisted, and even when my balls were being absolutely crushed. All in all it was a normal Friday night for me to get off work, have a quick dinner and hit the apps. I had a profile on them all varying the text to cater to the site, but in recent months none seemed to be doing the trick. So I dropped all pretence and went for the kinkiest site and posted the following: “33 yo insatiable sub pig slave. 250 lb, rugby build, curly mohawk, with a hairy chest and back, fuzzy ass cheeks, and a big dick. No gag reflex left, and a talented hole for you to fist and jack off inside of. Looking for my real full time Master. I’m open to all kinds but there is a special place in my hole for dudes who work with their hands, don’t have time or care to bathe everyday, and smoke reds. My Sir needs a pig who will get on his knees anytime anywhere and swallow what is offered, from a quick bj, to full time urinal. He shows his love by spitting in my face and mouth, pulling my hair, and generally hurting me and getting off on it. He also needs to Fuck many times a day and knows how to use his big cock to breed and rape a slave into crying submission. He shouldn’t care about my cock and balls unless its to beat them swollen, or squeeze them flat as he breeds me deep and often. I’m a smart guy who hungers for intelligent discourse in between sessions of sadism and piggery. Neg here but your status unimportant to me. If you have a wry to evil smirk I’m already yours” I sat back and took in my ad, wondering if I’d left anything out, or added too much on the off chance that someone who could genuinely take me too far beyond my limits came forth, but the excitement I felt at that chance had me hitting ‘Post’ and grabbing my rock hard cock at the same time. Normally when I post these long ads I find something else to do while I wait, experience having taught me it could be days before getting any traction at all, but to my shock fewer than 5 minutes later my browser pinged. It was from a profile I’d seen before and considered years prior, but his pictures made him seem so out of my league, and his lack of kink information gave me the impression we had little in common regardless and so I’d never hit him up. But I’d checked him out off and on. Noticed when he started to look a bit more weathered but somehow not aged, when his shoulders broadened with the evidence of a physical job, and stomach grew a bit with every Friday night beer. When his hiv status went from negative to poz undectable to poz to no answer at all. This time however his profile had been completely filled out and what I saw nearly made me shoot right there. Suddenly he’d revealed he’d been a sadist Master in a nearly closed relationship for 15 years, and with that connection at an end he was hunting for his new slave. It read: “My previous slave has moved on to a once in a lifetime opportunity and while I’m saddened, I know he will take the lessons of my hands and grow into a truly great Master himself. Its time for me now to find a new slave to own, a new cumdump to claim, or just a new boy to hurt as time allows. My limits are few, but know that if you apply, you’d better like drinking piss because my Master gold doesn’t hit porcelain, ever. And if you aren’t already poz, you will be when you leave. All else is up for discussion, right after you’re blindfolded and gagged because I will do with you what I want. Not messing around, if you apply you’d better be prepared to scream” A quick skim of his profile pics showed no fewer than 3 of him dragging on a Marlboro and smirking at the camera, cock in hand. One of his arm elbow deep in a boys ass, and one of a fiery red fresh biohazard tattoo surrounding his hairy navel. By the time I opened his message I was already light headed and salivating. It simply said: “Its time slave. I’ve seen you watching, as I’ve been watching you. I’ve watched as you’ve inched towards realizing you’re a full time slave, been delighted to see you embrace your body and chubuscular build, and was proud to see that prep disappeared from your profile. Now its time to take your place at my side. You have 2 hours to prepare and be at my home, at 2 hours one minute you will be punished severely, at 2 hours 2 minutes you will cease to exist to me at all. Choose wisely. Bring your favourite toy, your sexiest leather, and the acceptance that your life as you knew it is over. MC” I started totally dumbfounded at his address, not 2 kilometres from me, in a wooded subdivision on the outskirts of town. At first 2 hours seemed overly generous, but it was nearly 30 before I recovered enough from disbelief to haul ass into the shower. Could I really be doing this? Is it finally happening? Had I been chosen to serve, to be owned, beaten, pozzed and claimed? Without looking back, I ran from my apartment, got in the car and drove feeling a horned frenzy like none I’d ever known, and a growing sense of peace that my true purpose and talents were about to finally take flight.

I decided to treat myself so I hired an escort with a 10” cock who pounded 3 loads in me. After I left, I was still craving some dick so I went to the bathhouse and got fucked by 7 guys who dumped at least 10+ loads in me. Fuckin’ amazing.

Double Ass Up So I was on one of those location based phone apps... You know which one. I saw a profile on there which had a nice looking ass with a cream pie dripping out of it. I sent a message complimenting him "Nice creampie, I love taking them too". He replies back "Thanks, you have a nice ass too". I asked him "You on PrEP?". His reply "Nope". Me "Me neiter. You're going to get knocked up!". Him "Probably." Me "Me too". He says "I'm hosting in my motel room, if you can split it with me you can come over and take some loads too". Me "Sounds great, what hotel and room number?" He sends me the number so I take a quick shower, get cleaned out and head over, it's only a couple miles away over along IH35. When I get there he lets me in, the room is dark and we leave the door proped open with the little bar thing. I strip down like he is, just to jock underwear and we both get up on the bed ass up. It doesn't take long before we hear the door open and shadows enter the room. I feel a hand rub my ass and I can see that his is also being checked out. Two tops. Very soon I hear him groan out in pleasure and a grunt from his top guy and I know he's getting it. I also feel fingers checking out my already lubed hole. They pull out then I feel the head of my top guy's dick sliding in my ass crack until it pushes inside causing me to groan out as well and my top guy to give his own grunt. Then all I can hear is moans and groans and flesh slapping. I'm feeling nothing but pleasure as the big dick pounding me is rubbing my prostate just right making my little cock drip into my jock. All of a sudden my top stops and pulls out. "Switch?" he asks the other top. I hear the other top grunt out "OK" and he stops. I feel them moving around behind us and suddenly my hole is stretched wider than it has ever been and the big dick just keeps pushing in until I feel wiry pubes on my cheeks. I can't help but moan out because it burns a little, like a dick hasn't done in me in a long time. Very soon I feel him pull back out and then he pushes in hard and fast so I can feel is massive balls smack my taint and then he really goes to town. Both tops are pounding us like crazy. The room is filled with the sounds and smells of raw man sex. I'm interrupted by my head being pulled up by my hair a dick in my face which I accept into my mouth. More tops have showed up. It's going to be a good night. Soon I feel the huge dick in my ass start to throb and the guy pushes all the way in and holds it there as I feel jet after jet of hot cum being pumped deep inside me. I head the other bottom's top guy growl out "take my poz load you slut!". My top guy whispers in my ear "you just got a 5 day high VL load too". Before I can even process that, the guy that was in my mouth has pulled out and is moving behind me. I have a chance to look around a little and I see there must be a dozen guys standing around stroking themselves and getting ready to use both of us. And they do. One after another until the wee hours of the morning. After the last ones leave both myself and the other bottom guy are left laying together on the bed in puddles of cum, with dried cum spots all over each of us, and our holes gaping and drippng seed. I ask him "how many loads do you think we took?" He says he personally lost count after 14, and he was sure I took as many as he did. That sounded true to me too. We took turns rinsing off and getting dressed and then left, exchanging mobile numbers. A couple weeks later I got a text from him saying "We should do that again soon" I texted back "Hell yes, but I won't need to be worried about being impregnated next time". I'd been to the clinic and got my results. He texted me "Me either, my pregnancy test just came back Pozitive". We made arrangements to do it again... Looking forward to it this Friday.

Forget hosting Forget hotels/ motels Go for bathhouses

Its a HORRIBLE existence. I now identify as a gay white bubble-butt power bottom. ☑️

Pozzed in a gangbang - nice! 😈💦☣️

Hot af man!!

I do agree with the above poster - who wants to do every towel and bedsheet you have in your home? Who wants some nosey cleaning lady coming into your room when you have your dick in some random ass? We can thank that bit of interruption to that idiot mass shooter in Vegas. Not only did he kill 50 plus people or more, but the law now states in Vegas that a cleaning lady must come into your room once every twenty four hours. That sucks (and not in a good way). Because someone went off his meds that means all of us law abiding citizens must get dressed and act like we are watching football, and hide the lube, poppers, and whatever else we are doing from some woman who speaks limited English. I don't know what it is where you live, maybe only Nevada adopted that law, but if I rent a room for a day, or two, or three, I think I have the right to tell housekeeping to stay politely OUT, get fresh towels off her cart, and tip her generously. At least in Palm Springs, they bought porn to my room and ended up screwing half of the male housekeeping staff - but that is another story. The bathhouse in Vegas is not bad, and in PS every guesthouse is a bathhouse, so I say go to the bathhouses and enjoy yourself!

22 !!! Why would anyone wait so late long baffles me 😜

i love cock fucking both my holes at the same time taking loads in both my holes i love getting spitroasted

Oh WOW

so ready for Jeremy to find out, and so ready for him to receive his dad's seed

I am one of those married men...

My hole was put to good use again last night. 2 loads.

Welcum to the group. I was even younger than you when I realized I was turned on by poz men and breathing and stealth fucking. I was 21 when I decided to try to get infected and I was 22 when I converted. So I understand where you’re coming from. What’s your location?

Awesome work! Thank you!

Went to local sauna for the first time in a long time last weekend. Don't have a lot of luck outside of a dark room or glory hole, so thought I would try my luck. Went straight to a dark room/area and just got on the fuck bench in the middle on all fours at the edge. Slowly guys walking past started touching my arse and stopping. Eventually I felt a wrapped cock enter me and I was quite disappointed as I hate rubbers. But the group was growing, and I needed cock in me so I let him go. He pulled out after a short fuck and then I felt the head of a significantly larger cock at my entrance and push in. Clearly raw. Bingo I thought. It usually takes just one for the rest to realize raw is ok. He fucked me for a while as the group grew. Given his size, every cock after him was easy and I I am pretty sure all of the cock after him were raw. I stayed there on on fours for at least an hour taking cock after cock. None of them were verbal or loud which was a bit disappointing, so it was hard to know if I was getting any loads. Then at the hour'ish mark as the guy pulled out I felt some cum drip down my inside leg - bingo. I had got a few loads at least. Never once turned around. Had no idea who was fucking me, what they looked like. Was heaven.

Mmmm, finding out top is poz after he's inside me raw is the best way, no going back just continue taking it till he blows. Coat my insides and make me a cumdump.

I would also say if you're not comfortable discussing sex and your anatomy with a doctor, FIND A NEW DOCTOR. And yes, a gay one. I had a lesbian doctor for years and she was super amazing. She was once looking at something on my dick (a zit it turned out) and I laughed and said "Lisa, you're the only woman who's ever touched my dick, except my mother when she changed my diapers as a baby." She was so cool and laid back that she just laughed.

Darkrooms, Gloryholes arevmy favourite as well. Especially the darkroom in the bathhouse in Amsterdam

If I know I'm fucking a guy for the first time and especially if he pushes all my buttons - young hairy cub - then I won't cum for days before I breed him. Yeah I'll masturbate and keep myself close or I'll fuck my live-in boy, Drew or make him suck my cock. Either way I won't cum. I wanna ride the new boy's ass when I'm super horny and have full balls. I want give him an ass full of my cum on his first time on my cock.

I would go with an easy access motel. Think of it this way, would you want a group of strangers coming into your home, possibly taking things that don't belong to them and then causing you to clean up their mess. If you can find a hotel/motel off a major highway I would think that works best. Take it from someone who has been on both sides of this issue, having a designated place, that I don't have to clean up (i.e. towels and laundry) is much better than having the luxury of just answering the door and letting a total stranger in. Sure it sounds great initially, but in the end I think you will have a better time if you take it away from your residence. Good luck and have fun....

I love getting spit roasted, both holes plugged is heaven for me! I'll try to please both guys as much as possible as I feel that's my purpose. I'll give a nice sloppy blowjob while the other guy goes to town on my ass

I remember that there was like a division between raw and condom porn. Some sites were raw and some were not. There was (and still is) the category "bareback". But not it's useless. Porn is bareback so it's a useless filter. The biggest shock was when Tim went raw. Now when I see a condom in a porn movie I know it's vintage. And regarding real life fucks, I mean come on. Nobody likes a condom does he? I've done some anon bareback, that "danger" felt nice

Absolutely nothing to say about your writing except stunning, please keep writing this is so hot!

Great story

Would love to meet a Matt and Steve! 🐷☣️💦

Ginger hopeful.

Fuck yeah!! Can’t wait for little brother to get spun and filled with Robert’s poz loads

Fuck yeah

Hot fucking Top. Bulky, hairy, and in charge. Really knew what he wanted. Kept probing that boy's hole and gave him an awesome, aggressive fuck before depositing his hot load.

My load collection with this 25 hung blonde Italian continues. Right before bed on the day 2 of my cruise, he msged me on Grindr and asked if I like to get fucked. My reply was a loud "YES". In 10 mins, I was in his cabin sucking and getting bred again. In the last 24 hours, he has bred me 4 times. His English is not so good and he often needed to look up google translate to find words to communicate. But it was such a turn on because what he said is always direct like "I need to cum before I sleep". And that turns into almost 2 hours of sucking him and me getting fucked until he pumped his 4th load in me. Suck a hot sweaty sex.

Just took 4 loads from a couple we play with, they texted me before I left the house to see if I'm for it so I just bolted to theirs. i already had a load from my partner so was hungry for more. arrived and was immediately stripped off my clothes, led to the bedroom and got in position to suck them both (they are both hung) very quickly I had a cock in my mouth and the second noticed I was preloaded and without hesitation just shoved his 8" all the way in i just groaned and took the rough fuck I so needed. they took turns fucking me and dumping a load each and had a quick break for drinks and talked a bit before we headed back for round 2 this time they wanted to double penetrate me after they saw me taking it many times during the weekend fuck session and wanted to do it together so while I was riding one the other just pushed in as well and filled me so good! this went for a while till they both flooded my hole together and we all collapsed on the bed in a pile of sweaty mess. 3 hours later and I can go and start my day.

Part 2.A: I m not a bottom "I m not a bottom. That was just a fluke." - Vincent drifted away with his thoughts. He was brought back to earth when he felt his butthole tickled. Samir is eating him out. The young Syrian refuge is picked up by Vincent a few months ago on Grindr. He had a blank profile with just his age and a little description about wanting to try gay sex. Vincent does have a thing for Arab boys, especially when they are hardcore Muslim. Something about the forbidden nature of their religion excites him. He remembers the first time they met, Samir was extremely shy and reserved. But he was a slut deep down. He was even a worse kisser than Derek. Vincent had to told him what to do. The difference was that Samir immediately begged to be fucked after that like a cheap whore. He is very soft spoken and if not for the masculine face and beard, people would think he was a girl just by hearing his voice. "Daddy, please fuck me. I wanna be your whore." That was exactly what Samir said, and Vincent delivered with condom on. Samir was hooked after and came back regularly. Vincent likes Samir. He is good looking, masculine, slightly hairy and very handsome. He is also 19 and thus reminds Vincent of his good old college days. After their third time, Vincent wanted to break Samir in properly. He did the usual trick where he tease Samir hole with his bare cock, pushing ever so lightly that it didnt go inside. He then bended down and made out with Samir, getting the boy worked up. Just as he expected, Samir eventually welcomed the bare cock inside him on his own, without Vincent even have to push. And he dicked him hard. Vincent was clean and always make sure he has no disease and on prep. He has no intention to harm his partner, simply just want to enjoy the bare sex from time to time. And also the sweet feelings of getting a boy accepting his first raw cock. Samir had asked him to pull out when he came, and he obliged. He never wanted to force his partner. Today is new. Samir goes for his ass. Vincent likes a good rimjob from time to time, but the incidence with Derek made him feel a bit cautious when his ass is played with. "Samir, babe, what are you doing?" Vincent asked softly and looked down between his legs quizzically. "I... I thought I would try it, rimming you. You always do it to me and it makes me feel really good. I want to return the favour." Samir meekly answers. "You know I do that to lube you cunt before I rail it right?" Vincent said "Oh no. I don't mean to do that. I... I just want to please you. And it does taste good like you said about mine." Samir sounds slightly panicked. He s afraid he upset his top. "Ok. Fine. You get a few minutes down there if you enjoy it so much." Vincent sighed. Afterward, he ordered Samir to climb on and ride him. Samir happily obeys and ride it hard while Vincent strokes his cock. After five minutes, Vincent picks up the space and thrusts hard into him. It brings Samir close to the edge as he cries out in ecstacy. "Oh yes daddy. Thank you. You are gonna make me cum." Samir moaned loudly. But Vincent had a different idea today. He stopped and rises up with his dick still lodged inside Samir. He put them into missionary position and starts making out with his slutty bottom. Samir was extremely horny and moaned into Vincent's mouth as they kiss and fuck. Vincent would occasionally bring Samir to the edge but then stop. It goes on for 10 minutes and Samir is going crazy. "Daddy. I wanna cum so bad." He begs. "Yeah? You wanna cum together?" Vincent grunted. "Oh yes daddy. Yes fuck the cum out of me." Samir asks and Vincent jackhammered him hard. Samir tried to reach for his cock to jerk off but Vincent pinned his hands down and keeps pounding. And soon Samir had the first handsfree cum of his life, a prostate orgasm nonetheless. His ass squeezes and Vincent took the opportunity to pump his load inside. Samir had no objection this time because he was so high on sex. Samir does not spray cum but delivered a very thick load onto his stomach, which Vincent scoped up quickly to lube up his cock and pushed it back in quickly for a few last thrust, mixing both of their cum together inside the Arab boy. Vincent collapses on top of Samir and they make out again with his dick still plugging Samir's hole. When they calm down, Vincent pulls out his dick and roll over to Samir's side. Samir took a deep breath and reaches for his hole. It is full of cum that slowly trickles out. "You... came inside me." Samir said, somewhat sobbing. Vincent caught a whiff of fear in Samir's voice. He soothes him and reassures Samir that he is tested recently and on prep. "Don't worry babe. I would not do anything to hurt you. I know you would like it." Vincent said as he reaches down and fingers his load back into Samir and massage his sensitive prostate, making his cock twitches a few time. "Yes. Yes daddy. I did like it. I trust you." Samir looks into Vincent's eyes and he pulls him in for a kiss. "See, Vincent. You are a top."-Vincent thinks as they cuddle.

I like to get him really going, totally drippy and crazed then ask "Which hole do you want to finish in?"

It seems like hours of silence and darkness. Then finally I hear a noise. The door opens and footsteps are approaching me. It smells like Junior but he says nothing. He raises me to my feet and begins guiding me. I can tell we've walked into a different room. The sound of our footsteps sound cavernous. Finally, he pushes me down on my knees and removes the blindfold. I can't believer my eyes as they quickly scan across the giant room. There are all the Mexican construction men who used me last summer. They start to point and make noises. Some laugh. Some call me White Whore. Others make horny, testosterone-filled groaning sounds. My eyes make their way to the front of the room. There he is, Luis. He looks even better than I remember him. He's sitting in a chair that looks like a throne. His men must have built him a fucking throne. That's how much of a god he is. Junior (who was the one leading me into the room) removes my handcuffs as Luis speaks. "Worship me, faggot." I crawl on my hands and knees to his throne as the men hoot and holler. Luis is naked and fully erect. I'm salivating as I approach him. I finally climb to the base of the throne and begin to kiss his feet. Then I gently suck on each toe of my Mexican god, looking up at him for approval. I work my way up his body, feeling and kissing his legs. As much as I want to suck his massive cock down my throat right now, I know I must worship his entire body first. I move my hands and mouth from his legs onto his hands. Again, I gently suck on each finger as he nods with approval. As I suck on his ring finger and taste the metal of his gold band, I think of what it would be like to be his bride. Then I make my way to his chest, kissing his hairy and hard stomach, so tight from all that construction work. Then I move up to his left nipple and begin to gently lick. He grabs the back of my head and shoves me into it. I'm now sucking furiously on his nipple like I need his milk to live. Then he guides my mouth to his right nipple and I do the same. Finally, he pulls me off his chest and looks me in the eye. "Good whore. Now the back." He stands up and places my head onto the seat of the throne face-up. He then immediately lowers his asscheeks over my face, sitting on me. The smell is intoxicating. My tongue races to his magnificent hole. I make love to his hole as he presses it down on me. I may run out of air and die right here, but that would be fine with me. I can tell he's enjoying it. His body is staring to shake and I hear a little moaning. Of course, he doesn't want his men to hear that. So he stands up off of me and I begin inhaling the fresh air frantically. Luis instructs me to move back to the floor and he sits back on his throne. He says, "Now worship my cock." I waste no time. I wrap my little hands around his massive member and begin kissing his head. I kiss it all the way down to the base. I slap his cock against both sides of my face. I take one of his giant hairy balls into my mouth, then the second. Finally, Luis grabs me and shoves his cock down my throat. Even though I've been practicing for this moment on any guy who will let me, I still gag at his massive size. Of course, this only makes his men cheer louder. He continues to fuck my face for what seems like an eternity. I'm in heaven. I can taste his delicious precum as it fills my throat. Luis uses his hands to pull me off of his cock. He then stands up, pulls me off the ground, and bends me over his throne. He spreads my asscheeks to expose my boy ass to his men. "Mmmm, you've been busy. This isn't a boy hole any more, it's a fucking pussy. And when we're done with you, it will be a full cunt!" Luis declares. As I begin to respond, he shoves his entire cock inside my hole. I let out a yelp and of course the crowd goes wild. Luis pulls all the way out, only to slam all the way back in. Again I yelp, but this time there's some moaning to it. It feels fucking amazing. Then he does it again, pulling completely out only to slam his cock in me again. I can feel his heavy nuts slapping against me every time. I'm seeing stars at this point. I'm glad I have this throne to hold onto or I'd be on the floor. Luis keeps pulling out and slamming back in. I've lost count of how many times he's done it. Finally he slams into me and his cock explodes. Hot cum blasts deep into my guts. I can feel it shooting through me. Luis's sperm is on a mission to impregnate my pussy. Finally, Louis pulls out and my hole sprays white jizz onto the floor. He's flooded me so much that I can't hold it all in. "Clean it up, White Whore. I know you want to." I stumble to my knees and begin licking up all the seed that had spilled from my hole. As I taste the delicious cream, I wonder if Junior's load from earlier had mixed with his dad's seed.

Actually...these would be perfect. Guy too 😉

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

Love it! Long time ago I would play with these two tops in suits in an office couch or desk. Loved it when I entered the office one would shut and lock the door make me strip naked and crawl to them and suck their cocks when they unzipped. Then after get bent over the desk or couch and they would just open their pants and drop them to their ankles to plow my hole. When done with me cleaning their cocks would pull up their paints and I would dress and leave.. friggin hot

I love fuckin married men. One dude had taken his ring off - obvious tan line round his ring finger. He was a husky blue collar guy and he wanted to be fucked bare. As I was fuckin his ass he was begging me to breed him and pump my seed deep - which I did. After I loaded him I asked him if his wife knew he enjoyed being ass fucked. He blushed a bit and said "no" I said "great -you wanna go again" he did and I shot a second load into him. I still think of ly lying in bed beside his with an ass full of my sperm

AS you can see in my profile pic, I am very loose and capable of easily taking any size cock(s) as well as fists. I am a sex pig naturally but poppers, poppers take me to a level of sexually hungry and happy that cannot be matched. Plus, they help make me even looser than my size hungry ass already is. I got to a point where popperbating and gooning when I'm not having sex is thing. Between my husband and i there are poppers all over the house as he's as big a pig there as i am. I love the scent of Amsterdam poppers especially and they are my favorite high while I bate, ride my huge toys, or get my ass stuffed with cocks and hands.

There's another way to deal with "group" Breeding events, but it does take a while to develop, particularly in sparsely populated areas; Say you know 4 or 5 other guys that love raw sex (T or b), and you've known them long enough for them to become somewhat of a "regular". Get those 3,4,5 guys together, and form a "fuck group". Don't let them get too big; instead encourage "spin-off's", i.e. other groups forming. Make getting together to fuck a regular thing - monthly, every other month, daily (wouldn't surprise me, ya bunch of pigs), whatever. The schedule isn't important, the regularity of the group Breeding is the point. Each guy can/is encouraged to bring fresh meat to the next event, whether Top or bottom or switch. Don't hesitate to mention the group to other horndogs you know, and spread the word. Try to get the word out within the gay community that there are these groups forming in the area. It doesn't work as well in large cities, where there's easy sex in numerous bars, backrooms, fuckjoints, and it's more likely to "take off" in smaller towns / rural areas. The point is, if a handful of these "groups" can be established (naming them can be a hoot), then gradually one group turns into 2 or 3 "groups", and larger events can be planned with the camaraderie of guys that have at least a glancing knowledge of most of the other guys. That, in itself, will retard any negative behavior alluded to in some of the above replies. The ability of those who never learned manners to not mess up other people's places, or ghost events will either be eliminated, or the guy will be. This may not be an attractive idea for some guys who love the adventure, mystery of cruising fresh meat, but it can be a fairly reliable source of action when getting enough raw sex is presenting a problem. Obviously, not every guy will be able to make every single event, and that's fine. This worked fairly well some years ago in Northern Illinois, where there are plenty of very small farm-towns along route 173 far enough from Chicago to inhibit a lot of going "into the city" for sex. Some of those farm boys will take your breath away !!!

Whe When I regained consciousness I had a raging piss erection and I thought I was going to burst. As I got up and headed for the bathroom I became aware of my extremely sore asshole. I began to wake up and gather my thoughts as I emptied my bladder then walked back into the room. I was all alone now. No Daddy, no Jimbo, no tripods or cameras. My laptop was still on the desk along with the evidence of my partying and playing. Maybe it had all been a dream. I had been super drunk and high and maybe I had just passed out and dreamed it all. But then I spotted the towels that had been under me on the bed. They were bright red with dried blood. This combined with my very sore hole convinced me that it hadn’t been a dream. Everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be and I didn’t find anything missing. I counted my blessings as they could have taken everything when they left: my laptop, my wallet, my phone, etc. But everything was still there. I then realized that even though I had just taken a piss, my cock was still rock hard and was bouncing up and down. I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed, and it was 6:00. That can’t be right I thought. I found my cell phone and checked it and sure enough, it was 6PM. I suddenly panicked. I was supposed to check out of my motel room by noon. I quickly called the front desk to apologize and let them know I would be leaving shortly. The clerk told me I was fine as my coworkers had stopped as they were leaving and said that you all had been up most of the night working, and they paid for another night on the room. I breathed a brief sigh of relief and then checked my phone for missed calls. My wife must be worried sick. She would have called before she left for work to be sure I was up. I could always tell her that I was in the shower. But she would have messaged me when she got to her office, called or messaged at lunch and again when she headed home. She must be worried to death not being able to reach me. But when I checked my phone there were no missed calls or messages. Now I began to worry if she was okay. Was she sick? Did something happen? I dialed her cell phone and all I got was a message, “The caller is not accepting calls.”. That was strange. I tried a few more times and got the same message. I tried calling the house phone as she should be home from work but it just rang and rang. Panicking, I took a quick shower, dressed and grabbed all my things and checked out. On the 3-hour drive home, I kept trying to call both her cell phone and the house, but got no answer. I also tried checking social media to see if she had posted anything online, but I was having trouble logging in. Trying to solve the problem as I was driving at 75mph up the interstate was not a smart thing to do, so I just continued calling. It was 9:30 when I turned onto my street. As I got closer, the house appeared dark with no lights on. Panic and fear gripped me as I got closer. Suddenly I could see a bunch of stuff scattered around the front yard out by the street. As I pulled into the driveway, I realized that the “stuff” scattered on the lawn was actually “MY stuff”. Actually, what was left of my stuff, as it looked like people had been picking through it and taking what they wanted. “What the hell was going on”? I got out of the car and walked to the front door. It was locked. I tried to put my key in but it wouldn’t go in. That is when I spotted an envelope with my name on it taped to the front door. I opened it to find a petition for divorce. Panic and fear immediately turned to shock. What the heck happened, I wondered. I went around to the back door and tried my keys there, only to find that all the locks had been changed. Returning to the car, I tried calling her relatives, a couple of my relatives, some of our friends, but nobody would answer my calls. Not knowing what had happened, I decided my best course of action was to salvage what was left of my belongings from the front yard and then go get a motel room for the night and figure things out in the morning. I grabbed a few of the clothes off the lawn, but quickly realized that all the good stuff had already been scavenged by others. I checked into a local motel about 15 minutes away from my house. Once I got settled in the room, I setup my laptop and thought I would check my social media and my wife’s to see if I could find any indication as to what was going on. When I tried to log into my social media page, I got an incorrect password message. I tried again, but with the same result. From past experience, I knew that some sites will lock your account if you use the wrong password 3 times in a row. I was not in the mood to deal with calling customer service at the moment, so I tried a different approach. I created a new account so that I could log in. Then I went to my wife’s page only to find that she must have changed her privacy settings. I had often told her that she should do that, so her posts couldn’t be seen by everyone in the world. But she always said that she had nothing to hide. I on the other hand restricted who could see my page and posts. Unable to see anything on her page, I did a search for my page and it was found. That was strange as my privacy settings were such that only my friends should be able to see it. I clicked on the search results and the cursor began spinning and then my social media page came up. Someone must have hacked into my page and changed my password! As I stared at the Newsfeed on my social media page, everything became perfectly clear. As I scrolled down through all the posts on my page from the last 24 hours, staring in horror at my screen, I saw dozens of photos and videos that had been posted. Photos clearly showing my face, my naked body, my mouth sucking on a huge white cock, sucking a huge black cock, and photos of me with my legs in the air with bloody bare raw cocks buried in my ass. I clicked the video at the very top of my Newsfeed and as it began to play, there I was naked on my back with a long black cock entering my ass as I yelled out “Fill me with your toxic cum and knock me up!”. “Bury your cock deep inside me and fill my guts with your AIDS babies”. As I starred at the screen in shock, I suddenly realized that in addition to the hookup sites, Craigslist, my secret email account I used for ads/hookups, and the porn videos, I also had my social media page and everyday email account open on my computer when Daddy and Jimbo arrived. After they were done, they must have uploaded the photos and videos to my social media page, changed my privacy settings to Public and changed my password. Quickly I opened my everyday email account. Fortunately, they had not changed that password. Opening my Sent email folder my worst nightmare was staring me in the face. They had sent a couple of dozen mass emails to my entire contact list, each one blank except for a high resolution photo clearly showing the events of the previous night. As I sat there in shock, I became oblivious to everything around me. I already knew what I would find. But I opened the email account that I used for hookups. I sent an email off to Daddy and a got message back that it was not a valid email account. Daddy had created the account to communicate with me and then had deleted it. I shut all the windows on my screen and as I sat there in stunned silence starring at my Desktop, I noticed a new folder sitting there… CONVERSION. And then I felt it; my rock hard cock straining against the inside of my pants, trying its hardest to bob up and down!

The Blindfold - Chapter III The next morning in the cab to the airport Jim admitted to me that he had ran into Will at the adult bookstore the day when Will had bought the 12” strap-on dildo and the eye-mask. He also let me know that Will practically begged him to fuck him, but settled on getting reamed by a dildo when he declined, not telling Will that he was POZ. He proposed that I get Will horned up and after blindfolding him, let Jim fuck him, with a condom, of course. I got hard just thinking about it. After landing, I called Will to tell him that I was looking forward to showing him how much I had missed him while away on business. He promised he would be ready to show me how happy he was to have me home as soon as I walked in the door. Jim agreed to follow me back to my condo and we could stop for condoms along the way. Jim waited in his car while I let myself in. Will kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He pawed my clothes off as we made it up to the bedroom. I tied the mask over his eyes and went downstairs with the dildo, “to warm it up.” Jim let himself in as I reached the base of the stairs and started pulling off his clothes and bounded up the stairs. “In a hurry, are we?” Will asked as his hands shot out, searching for the 12” dildo. Instead, he found Jim's bare cock. “You gonna fuck me with that monster?” Jim grinned and I mumbled “Um hum...” Will bent over the edge of the bed with his ass up in the air, working his lubed fingers over his hole. The sight of my blindfolded boyfriend pleading to get fucked by this stud with a biohazard tattoo got me so hard. Jim unwrapped a condom and unrolled it. It only went halfway down his massive thick shaft. He climbed up on the bed and shoved the head of his wrapped dick in Will's eager ass. Will mumbled sounds of pleasure into the mattress. “More! I need more!” Jim obliged and gave him another four inches or so. “Give it to me! Fill my ass up!!!” Again, Jim drove forward. “Pound me. HARD!” Jim smiled at me as he went to pounding Will's ass. Will reached back as Jim pulled out almost to the tip. His hand met the condom and his face screwed up in disgust. “Why did you bag up the dildo? Part of the fantasy is taking it BARE!” With that he pulled at the base of the condom and ripped it off of Jim's dick. Jim didn't even pause for a split second before jamming his whole raw cock into Will's ass. I wanted to cry out and tell him to stop, but that would having given the whole thing away. I didn't know if Will would be furious or in heaven. I got behind Jim and said breathlessly, “I'll pull out when I cum,” hoping that Jim would get the hint. Will shouted back, “Don't you fucking dare!!!! Cream that hole good!!!!” And that's exactly what Jim did. He seeded my boyfriend's ass full of poz cum. Will shot his own load all over the mattress and collapsed. Jim held up his hands whispering, “Shhhh...” He quickly left the bedroom and I heard him quietly sneaking down the stairs. Will pulled the mask off and saw me standing there with the 12” strap-on in my hands. “Did you finish,” he asked me? Just then I heard the front door open and close as Jim let himself out. Will leaned back and pulled his legs apart. He smirked, asking, “Want to pretend you're eating your cum out of my slutty ass?” I watched in horny horror as I saw Jim's POZ load start to drip out of Will's ass. Then, I dove in, and started lapping... Not to be continued...