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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

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

If this is the law, I haven't seen it followed my last four trips to Vegas. The super big hotels can be great honestly because you have two thousand guys an elevator ride away.

I am a very happy and fully loaded (and leaking) cumdump after a full day of getting railed by so many and we still have todays to continue 💦

Agreed, @TaKinGDeePanal, there are so many more Things I wish I had been able to do to that hoT liTTle buTT of yours - truly a work of art man! Alas that we didn't get more Time to indulge, but I certainly did enjoy the Time we did geT To pnplay together, and hope you enjoyed your time with my friends, both that day and the other times as well. I'll be posting about "TaKinGDeePanal taking New York" when I have more than a few minuTes to scrape together and write it down for everyone... was supremely glad we finally goT to meeT however!

If it pumps cum into my mouth, then I will suck it.

Chapter 18: Networking Just a day or two after the big party for Silvio, Jim and Steve had left on a long-planned vacation – a cruise from California to Florida via the Panama Canal. After the cruise, they’d stayed on a for a few amusing extra days in Fort Lauderdale. With all of that travel, they didn’t make it back home again for nearly three weeks. During that time, Laszlo had reached the end of his college business management program and graduated with top marks and good recommendations from the companies where he’d worked during his two work terms. That weekend, he and Daniel flew to Boston for their first meeting as a couple with Laszlo’s parents. Daniel found them to be very much as Laszlo had described them: laid-back people who didn’t get wound up or lose sleep over anything their son chose to do with his life. They gave Daniel a warm welcome, but in a tone which suggested that very occasional visits would be more welcome than frequent ones. When he’d shared that observation on the flight back to California, Laszlo had chuckled. “Yup, that’s them exactly. Busy folk, with busy minds, and quite happy to let the birds fly the nest and not return when they’ve grown. The one thing that might change Mom’s focus would be a grandkid or two, but since Danuta, my sister, is too busy as a surgeon to be bothered, the odds on that aren’t looking too good.” Once Jim and Steve returned home and unpacked, they quickly caught up on their long-overdue visit with Daniel and Laszlo, inviting them for dinner as a couple on the next Saturday. Both Daniel and Laszlo prepared thoroughly, sensing that – as always – a dinner invitation with Jim and Steve would likely involve a good deal more than simply a meal and chat. Not to mention, as Laszlo pointed out, that there was no telling what might happen during the relaxing-by-the-pool time before dinner, especially if Ricky was going to turn up again. Sure enough. This time, all eyes on the pool deck were on Daniel anyway, his rich natural skin tone contrasting with the tans of the California boys, some of which looked decidedly painted on by comparison. Ricky had his eyes glued to Daniel from the minute the four of them walked out on the pool deck. His eyes were practically popping right out when Daniel walked up out of the water with his brief red suit clinging to his six-inch soft cock. After Daniel sat down again, it only took a few minutes for Ricky to wander over that way, not letting himself be deterred in the slightest by the fact that Daniel and Laszlo had pulled their chairs right together and were holding hands. Daniel, though, had a difficult time not to laugh out loud at Ricky, whose come-on lines were so blatant and inept. Finally, getting tired of Ricky’s clumsy attempts to be tempting, he handed the boy the suntan oil and said, “Here, do our backs.” Then he signalled Laszlo, and the two of them rolled over onto their faces, letting Ricky get a thrill out of straddling their backs and massaging the oil into their skin. It was destined to be the only thrill Ricky was going to get. After he’d finished that task, Daniel thanked him and waved him off. He walked away, pouting. So near and yet so far. Laszlo asked, “So was he the one you thought he was? The one who had applied to work with you?” “That was him all right. About what I’d expected he’d be like, too.” They shared the laugh, while Ricky glowered at them from the other side of the pool. Eventually, Jim and Steve urged them to come on downstairs so they could get on with cooking. When the four of them walked back into the condo, Jim immediately moved over to Laszlo, giving him a kiss which swiftly caught fire and turned serious. Daniel was getting a similar treatment from Steve, who was already groping and squeezing his nine-inch cock to get it hard quicker. “You make all your guests cook like this before dinner?” “Most of them, anyway.” Daniel laughed, but his laughter swiftly turned to a moan of pleasure. Steve had already dropped gracefully to his knees and now deep-throated Daniel’s thick tool in one swallow. Jim quickly followed suit, swallowing Laszlo’s cock all the way down. After a couple of minutes of sucking cock, Steve and Jim stood up and led the way to their bedroom, directing their guests to take a minute to hang up their wet swimsuits in the bathroom. When they returned, Steve and Jim were on the bed side by side, Jim on his back with his legs up and Steve on all fours with his ass exposed – and the two of them busily kissing each other as they played with each other’s hard dicks. That left Daniel and Laszlo with a clear direction to get down there and start eating ass. Again, Daniel plunged his face deep inside Steve’s crack while Laszlo gave full attention to Jim’s tempting hole. When the dust settled an hour later, everybody was dressed enough to be decent again. Jim had achieved his long-time ambition of being bred by Laszlo, and then had pumped his load into Steve’s mouth. Steve had his ass filled up by Daniel, and then had his own load sucked out by Laszlo. Everyone was thoroughly tired and hungry – and then the doorbell rang, and the delivery service had arrived with a tempting assortment of wings, ribs, and steak tacos with a monumental side of sauteed Mexican veggies, black beans, and rice. Once the equally tempting delivery driver had accepted his generous tip and left, Jim said, “Remind me next time to save up some energy to have a go at whoever’s bringing the food – just in case.” After they’d done full justice to the food, they talked for hours about the past and the future – and it was at this dinner that Laszlo first revealed his Big Plan for his future. Even Daniel hadn’t known yet what he had in mind. Now that he did know what Laszlo wanted to do, Daniel’s first step the following morning – after making his offer to Laszlo – was to dig up and register for an online course in social media management. He’d completed the first lesson package, the introductory session, by the time Laszlo came home from his morning practice session up in the San Gabriel Mountains. At that point, it was time for Laszlo to do some online shopping and then to hold more and more practice sessions once his purchases came in. Three months later, with some pooling of their combined talents and not a few deep breaths of trepidation, Laszlo officially went live with the website of his new company, Starstruck Eyes Photography – a website designed and constructed by Daniel. In it, he included samples of his landscape and portrait photography, aiming to show that he was able to do much more than just the standard portrait photo repertoire. The website included a prominent banner, flanked by rainbow flags: Gay Owned and LGBTQ2S Friendly. We Welcome All Clients. Destination Weddings a Specialty! Some saturation advertising on social media outlets soon netted their first few customers. Inside of a three-month period, Starstruck Eyes had an impressive portfolio of Laszlo’s work on display in the website’s “Media Gallery” section, including two gay weddings, one straight wedding, and one especially gorgeous destination wedding for a well-known Hollywood couple at (of all places) FourWinds Resort in Kauai. Needless to say, Daniel went along with the photographer on that shoot, more for moral support than anything else. He’d even overcome his deep-rooted aversion to putting on a suit and tie, a necessity in the wedding trade. The two also took the opportunity, once the wedding was over, to have a fantastic dinner and a long evening’s conversation with Mr. Murayama – who insisted at once that Laszlo should call him Uncle Ken, as Daniel did. Laszlo and his new uncle took to each other at once, and another strong new family tie was forged that night. Ken also took the opportunity to ask Laszlo to come back and shoot a whole portfolio of pictures of the property, with all the recent renovations and improvements included, so that the hotel’s website could be updated. Laszlo accepted the offer, on one simple condition which Ken agreed to, subject to his satisfaction with the results. Sure enough, in another two months, a new banner had appeared on the FourWinds Resort’s newly revised website: All Photos by Starstruck Eyes Photography Official Photographic Partner of FourWinds Resort. Next thing he knew, Laszlo had half a dozen more commissions to handle destination weddings at FourWinds. Neither he nor Daniel – nor Uncle Ken, for that matter – objected at all. Indeed, Daniel had gone so far as to buy matching tailored-to-measure suits for himself and Laszlo, cut in a very European style which emphasized their muscular builds, and drew even more attention from all the women and at least some of the men whenever they wore them. It was at one of these weddings that another idea struck Daniel to up their game even further. It happened when one of the groomsmen shoved his phone into Daniel’s hand just as the first dance was about to begin, taking him for another wedding guest, and asked, “Can you video this for me?” Daniel did, and the groomsman thanked him effusively, both then and later, via an email to the company, for doing such a great job with the video. In a few more months, Daniel had practised enough on a new professional-quality camera and editing suite that they were able to add another banner to their company website: Complete photography and videography services available. With that addition, their business shot through the roof. Their rates were so advantageous that very few clients tried to buy either video or still photography alone; the combined package deal was just too good to turn down. But it did give the two of them a great laugh when Daniel wryly observed, “Back when I was running Hawaiian Nine and appearing in all those hot videos, I never dreamed that I would end up working behind the camera on jobs like this!” In no time, as it seemed, the Starstruck Eyes business had become so time consuming that Daniel had been forced to stop working regular shifts and go onto the emergency call-in list at Shooting Stars. His videography and editing work was leaving no time for the bar at all. By now, he’d purchased a second camera and tripod, which allowed him to cover an entire event at distance on one camera while he personally attended to varying close-up angles with the other. That decision to step away from the bar gave him cause for another ironic reflection. “Now that I’m doing this work full time, Laszlo, it’s the first time since I was eighteen years old that I haven’t had to take my shirt off to earn any money.” Laszlo’s equally sharp reply: “What, you still don’t want to start that OnlyFans page that all your followers on Instagram keep asking you to share?” When Daniel still demurred, Laszlo pretended to pout. “I hope you’re still going to take your shirt off for me, Daniel. Are you?” In seconds, Daniel’s shirt was missing in action, and Laszlo’s shirt was disappearing equally rapidly. Other clothing items soon followed. An hour later, after Daniel had fucked and bred Laszlo and had then sucked a load out of him, he lifted his head up and said, “Well, I guess that answers your question, Laszlo.” The following week they were back in Kauai for the third time in as many months. This time, the destination wedding involved Marius, a guy who had worked for Hawaiian Nine in the early days, and his new partner, Luke. Daniel had warned Laszlo (“Voice of experience here”) that Marius was the sort of guy who got hot for every male ass he saw going by, and that his ten-inch dick had a wicked curve which could be painful when he lost control and started hammering. Laszlo’s reaction was simple: “Bring it!” They arrived several days beforehand to plan out some angles, since Marius and Luke had booked the resort’s rock-rimmed Hawaiian Heaven pool for the wedding ceremony. Thankfully, the grooms also arrived a couple of days in advance, and that gave Laszlo and Daniel a chance to go over their plans – which the happy couple approved. Luke’s “That will be splendid, gentlemen, thank you kindly,” was given in a textbook English university accent, while Marius approved with a laconic, “Gonna slay, dude.” The contrast between them didn’t end there. Luke was a pale, clear-skinned blond with blue eyes and a slender twink build while Marius was a big, beefy, muscular African American – and the height difference between them was almost a foot. This planning session took place over lunch in the coffee shop, and that was followed by quick changes in their respective rooms and returning to the pool for a swim. The four of them sauntered out onto the deck to a good deal of attention from other guests – not all of it favourable. After their swim, as they came up the stairs out of the water, each of them appeared somewhat larger in the basket than had been the case before. Just as Luke, last man out, was coming up the steps, they picked up the sound of a male voice not too far away saying, “These goddamned queers are taking over the whole planet.” Marcus gestured to the others, flexed his muscles a bit (as did Daniel and Laszlo) and the four of them walked slowly over to the guy’s deck chair. Marcus stared coldly at him for a good ten or twelve seconds, and then said, very slowly and clearly, “Is there a problem?” “Uhh… umm… no, no problem at all.” “Good. Glad to hear it.” Then he turned and stalked back to his seat. The man and his wife left in a hurry. A few minutes later, the pool manager came over to them. “Good day, gentlemen.” Daniel picked up the speaking stick. “Did a gentleman come to you to complain that we were threatening him?” The pool manager recognized him as a V.I.P. frequent guest, the one that the entire staff now knew to be the General Manager’s nephew. “Well, yes, he did, sir.” “I hope he remembered to tell you what he said that triggered the incident. As we were getting out of the pool, behaving ourselves properly and minding our own business entirely, he said loudly, and I quote, ‘These goddamned queers are taking over the whole planet.’ We then went over, and Marcus here simply asked him, ‘Is there a problem?’ Not much threat in any of that.” “I see. Thank you for explaining, sir.” “No problem.” The pool manager walked away, and Daniel said to the others, in a very satisfied tone, “That’ll be the last complaint we’ll hear from that little twerp.” After a few minutes of lying down and enjoying the brilliant sunshine, Marcus started squirming around a bit. “Is there something the matter, Marcus?” Trust Luke to put the question in a complete and grammatical full sentence. “Suit’s too damn tight. Knew I shoulda gone a size up. Can’t get comfortable,” Marcus muttered as he struggled to somehow adjust his dick in his suit without actually touching it. Once again, Daniel intervened. “Well, there’s a place for that, you know. Why don’t you come up to ours?” And he gestured across the river to the chalets. “We have one of the cottages, with a private – and I do mean private – hot tub.” The four of them got up, put shirts and sandals on, gathered up their stuff, and walked away, across the footbridge which had the apposite name of “Rainbow Bridge” (because it gave a great view of the rainbow from the waterfall at sunset), and up the hill to Chalet No. 3. Somehow, Daniel and Laszlo always seemed to wind up back here in one of the chalets, usually No. 3, on a free upgrade each time they checked into FourWinds – even when they’d only reserved a basic or run-of-house resort view room. Out on the private deck at the back, the four of them dropped into the super-size hot tub – “even bigger than the one down at the pool,” Laszlo joked – and settled in. But they didn’t stay settled for long. Laszlo in particular really wanted to see what Marcus was packing and was soon stretching out a leg and rubbing his foot up and down over the big guy’s bulge, Meanwhile, Luke was exercising his fascination with Daniel’s glossy, brown-skinned muscles by sitting next to him and running his fingers over those firm pecs and abs while he and Daniel made out. Laszlo was the first one to skin down his suit, standing up and showing his ass off as the slender brief came down, and then turning again as he stepped clear and took it out of the water so that they could all see his cock, standing as always right up against his abs. “Hot rod there,” Marcus commented. “It is indeed a spectacular sight,” Luke added, before returning his attention to Daniel, who was now getting a heavy-duty bulge massage from the pale-skinned Britisher. Marcus removed his suit next, and Laszlo found his mouth watering at the sight of that enormous dick jutting out into the air. But the next moment he got a real surprise as Marcus turned around, knelt down on the seat in the tub with his ass pushed up, and said, “Here, eat this.” Daniel and Laszlo both looked startled. Luke explained, “I’ve taught him how good it feels to be on the bottom, and now we switch back and forth all the time.” Laszlo recovered enough to say, “I love switching up,” before he buried his face into that firm round ass and went right to town on it with his tongue. “I want to enjoy it with you both ways.” “I would like the same, please,” Luke said as Daniel stood up, dropped his speedo, and sat down on the rim of the tub with his cock protruding well above his massive thighs. Luke dived right onto it, and soon had Daniel moaning nonstop, right along with Marcus who was getting a virtuoso rimming from Laszlo. The next stage wasn’t long in coming. Laszlo had now stood up, and was leaning forward, rubbing his strong dick up and down over the crack of Marcus’ ass while he dug into the hole with a twisting, reaming finger. Marcus said, “Quit teasing and fuck me with that big meat.” As Laszlo started pushing into Marcus, Luke was climbing up onto the step, his feet on either side of Daniel’s legs, and then sitting down until Daniel’s pole contacted his hole. Luke had already been fingering his own spit into himself as he sucked Daniel, and now added some of the copious pre-cum flowing out of his tool. He then pushed his hole firmly down until Daniel’s cock pushed right inside him. Then he kept sliding down until he was completely impaled on nine inches of Hawaiian man meat and could wrap his arms around Daniel again, resuming their make-out session as he started sliding up and down on Daniel’s cock. Meanwhile, Laszlo had pushed all the way inside Marcus and was leaning on those big black muscled shoulders for support as he began to fuck ass. Marcus was an energetic, active bottom, turning and twisting his ass around so that Laszlo’s every stroke hit him at a different angle. Laszlo could tell every time his cock rubbed against the prostate because Marcus was also very vocal and would let out an extra loud moan each time it happened. Best of all, he had learned how to work his hole to milk a top’s dick, and Laszlo knew that this was the best fucking ass he’d ever gotten into – except for Daniel, of course. Luke, too, was having the ride of a lifetime, since Daniel, although not the longest, was absolutely the thickest cock he had ever taken. He was hissing and moaning nonstop as he slid up and down on that pole, and even making high-pitched squealing sounds each time his prostate got rubbed by Daniel’s dickhead. Luke had by far the most sensitive ass present, and in no time he could feel it getting to him. “Fuck me harder, Daniel, I’m going… aaahhh… going to cum!” At that, Daniel took control, gripping Luke’s arms firmly so he could hold the twink steady while he began punching his big tool upwards into the younger guy’s butt. After about a dozen high-speed strokes, things happened very quickly. Luke’s head collapsed backwards, and he let out a loud wail as a fountain of cum shot straight up into the air above him. It splattered back down all over him and Daniel to be joined by four more distinct shots. By the time the third shot came down on Daniel’s face, he had reached the point of no return and was growling, “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” as he spewed a load of his hot cum into Luke’s hole, deep inside. Hearing their guys making so much noise set both Marcus and Laszlo on fire too, and in no time at all Laszlo was busily breeding Marcus with a massive load while Marcus was jacking his cock and spraying shots of cum all over the decking around the rim of the hot tub. After they’d all caught their breath, the party moved inside to the huge extra-king-size bed. And since they’d all cum once, the second round could be a good deal more prolonged and include a lot more edging. Even allowing for a more leisurely pace, Luke managed to pump two loads into Daniel before Daniel finally came again. By that time, Luke had gotten down and sucked some of his cum out of Daniel’s ass, then caught Daniel’s blasts of cum in his mouth, mixed the whole mess together and shared it with Daniel in a glorious snowball. As for Laszlo, he’d found out in no uncertain terms what Daniel had meant when warning him about Marcus. There were a number of areas in and around Laszlo’s tormented ass which were aching by the time Marcus had fucked two loads out of him and finally dumped one more inside his no-longer-tight fuckhole. That night, when Laszlo and Daniel were in bed together, Daniel was still feeling a bit frisky, but Laszlo waved him away from his ass. “That poor hole has had all it can take for this week.” Daniel only laughed. “I did warn you.” “Yes, you did!” By this time, he was laughing too. And he was perfectly happy to give Daniel another of his signature five-star blowjobs to drain him again so he could sleep. As the weather moved from summer towards fall, the number of destination weddings finally dwindled and there were chances to relax. In this context, “relax” actually meant that Laszlo had time to pay attention to experimenting with new and more interesting tricks and angles for his photography, while Daniel went through their online presence and gave all their social media accounts and the website a thorough refresh. This included highlighting samples of their latest efforts, in both video and still photography, and updating some of the “Satisfied Clients” quotes. Before long, though, Christmas was drawing near, and they got a few enquiries about doing family Christmas portraits. Laszlo’s private reaction was a blunt “Yuck,” but he shaded his replies in more tactful terms, informing potential clients that working with small children and trying to jolly them into good humour was not one of his strong suits, but he would be happy to do group sittings with teenage and older family members. Shortly after he’d finished the first of the four family shoots that finally booked, he got another enquiry from a woman named Mary Matheson. In his usual manner, he messaged back to arrange a time to meet face to face, to discuss details of arranging the shoot. She came three days later, on Tuesday morning, and he met her down the street at Black Gold. He was a bit surprised when she turned out to appear much more exotic than her rather prosaic name had suggested. That was due in part to her svelte, elegant clothes, but also to the look of her face – clearly somewhat Hawaiian, but with a strong suggestion of east Asian about her as well. They sat down to talk, and she explained what she wanted. Her requirements were quite straightforward, and Laszlo assured her that what she wished to do would be no trouble at all. Then he proceeded to discuss dates. But she asked, as a further addition to the still photography, if she and her fiancé could also have a video clip shot at their chosen venue, the James Irvine Japanese Garden. Laszlo told her that it could be managed at his end, but a time slot in the garden had to be reserved in advance, and he gave her a paper with the contact information to make that reservation. At the same time, he noticed that she was appearing increasingly nervous. “Ms. Matheson, is there something about this that is troubling you?” “Well… I had actually been hoping to meet your videographer in person, also.” “I’ve left him a message to say where I am. He should be joining us any minute.” “That’s good. You see… oh, hell, this is awkward… I mean, my friend Alina loved her wedding photos and showed me some, and they were great but… but it’s really the video man I need to talk to now and not about the shoot… although I still want to do that….” She fumbled awkwardly to a halt. Fortunately, just at this precise height of her discomfiture, Daniel opened the door and walked in. “Ah, here he is now.” The relief was evident in Laszlo’s voice. “Over here, Daniel.” And then, as he approached, Laszlo went on. “Daniel, this is Mary Matheson. We’re just talking over a booking….” His voice trailed off as he realized that neither of them was paying attention to him. Mary had stood up, and she and Daniel had their eyes fixed on each other. “Yes. It is you, without a doubt,” Mary said, with a strange, mingled joy and sadness in her voice. Also, perhaps, more than a hint of fear. Daniel was fixing her with his most penetrating gaze. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Ms., um, Matheson.” “Then why are you looking at me like that?” “Because you remind me of someone else – someone I have tried very hard to forget.” “Daniel. Do you know the Hawaiian equivalent of ‘Mary’?” “Of course. Malia.” And then, suddenly, he gasped audibly. “That is my real name, Daniel. Malia Nakamura. And the person I resemble is, of course, our mother, Lehua.” “Malia… I see it now, but of course I wouldn’t recognize you. I haven’t seen you for nearly fifteen years. You and Maile were not quite six years old when I left. Maile, is she well?” “Yes. She is living in Kauai still.” “And Darren?” “He’s travelling in Japan right now, but his home is in San Diego. Daniel, please get a chair and sit here with us. I have some very hard news for you.” Daniel went and borrowed a chair from another table, sitting close to Laszlo for support. Both of them had picked up the significance of that “very hard news.” Laszlo put an arm around Daniel and held him close. Malia noticed that arm and its probable significance but said nothing. “Daniel, our father is dead. He passed away three days ago, in the hospital in Honolulu. Cancer.” Daniel’s voice in reply was toneless, but Laszlo could feel the tension building in him. “Were you with him?” “Yes. Maile and I were both there. Darren was unable to get home in time.” “What about…?” His voice tailed off into silence. “Our mother? She came, and she wanted to see him. But he refused. When she entered the room anyway, he promptly rolled over to face the wall, although moving in bed caused him great pain. He said, very harshly, ‘Get out of here, Lehua. I have nothing to say to you and no wish to see your face. Leave me in peace.’ She tried to stay anyway, but Maile and I forced her to leave by threatening to call the security. She was weeping as she left, but Maile only said, ‘Hah! Serves her right!’ It was my exact thought.” Daniel said nothing. “The funeral will be in Kauai this Saturday, the visitation Friday evening. I know it’s short notice, but… can you come?” “Where and when?” His voice was toneless, flat, utterly unemotional. “Seven o’clock on Friday, eleven in the morning on Saturday, at the memorial gardens, near the airport.” “Will… Lehua… be there?” Malia realized that, once again, he’d been unable to bring himself to call her “mother.” She didn’t blame him at all. “I doubt that very much. When three of us have told her off, I don’t think even she would be that pig-headed. But if she does, I will order her to leave and not make a scene that would get written up in all the papers and reported on the TV news. With her concern for her precious reputation, that should do the trick.” She laughed loudly at the thought. “Darren will be there; he has a flight back from Tokyo which arrives Friday morning. And I’m flying back tonight.” Daniel thought quickly. It was plain that Malia hadn’t been nearly as malicious towards him as he had thought. Also very much in his mind was Uncle Ken’s admonition to set aside hate and to forgive, if at all possible. “If I can get a flight, I will come.” “Thank you.” “Malia, one question. Do you live here or there?” “My home is here now. I’m working for a fashion boutique – hence the flashy clothes, I have to go straight on from here to work at one o’clock. I flew down to see Father before he died, then flew back to deal with some issues here. Getting the name and online ad from my friend Alina just at that point in time and seeing your picture on the website was an incredibly lucky break. And I’m so glad I found you!” Daniel couldn’t resist the urge to dig in a bit. “Really? I’d had the impression that you and Maile had sided with Father when he blamed me for causing the whole messy collapse of the family.” At that, she actually chuckled. “I probably did. But look at the situation, Daniel. Maile and I were not even six years old yet! Do you think a six-year-old can get all the nuances? Probably all we grasped was that you were gone, Mother and Father weren’t together any more, we were with Father, and he had forceful opinions about it all. Would any six-year-old go against her parent in a situation like that?” “Lehua probably would have.” Daniel’s sarcastic retort set them both laughing, and they stood up, finally embracing each other – and Laszlo, who had been sitting by, watching and listening and absorbing all this time, heaved a massive sigh of relief. “Just so you know, Daniel, and because it concerns you more than anyone else. Father didn’t go to his grave believing that you were at fault. His final words, just before he died, were “Tell Daniel… I’m sorry. I was wrong.” At that, Daniel’s iron composure finally cracked wide open, and he began weeping, as Laszlo leapt immediately to his feet to hold him close and console him. Malia’s face melted into a beautiful smile at the sight. “That’s what I thought. Mr. Kertesz….” “Laszlo, please, Malia.” “As you can see, Laszlo, we come from a badly messed up family. With your loving care and concern, you are providing exactly the medicine my brother needs to heal. I hope to be as lucky as he is one day.” Laszlo turned to face her. “But, I thought you said… your fiancé….” At that, she giggled like a little girl, but with a sly grin on her face. “Well, not quite yet – but I’m trying to maneuver my boyfriend carefully into a position where he’ll think that he’s had this marvellous idea of proposing to me all by himself.” That made them all laugh. On Thursday, Daniel and Laszlo were once again seated together in first class on a flight down to Kauai. The lead flight attendant recognized them and welcomed them warmly back. The lunch and cocktails were delightful, but for all that it was a sombre trip for both of them. When they checked in at the resort, they found a note from Uncle Ken in their check-in package, extending his condolences and saying that he would see them at dinner. Once they were seated, the General Manager walked over and asked if he might be allowed to join them at their table. Some of the other, nosier guests began rapidly revising their estimate of the two casually clad young men, wondering how much money they might actually have if the General Manager thought it worth his while to butter them up – which just went to show how often the world’s gossips had no idea of what they were talking about. On Friday, they went into town to the visitation, and Daniel had his first meeting in just under fifteen years with Malia’s twin sister, Maile, and with his brother Darren, who had been nine when he had left for Los Angeles. All three of them gave a warm welcome also to Laszlo, and Darren even called Laszlo “brother” when they were saying good night at the end of the evening. Daniel had to do much of the honours during the visitation, as he was the only one old enough to remember some of the more senior relatives on both sides of the family who had come out to share their memories and condolences. Daniel and Laszlo were also surprised, and pleased, to see his surfer friends coming up in the receiving line. Rodrigo had spotted the announcement in the online news and caught Daniel’s name in the list of the bereaved. He planned right away to come with Seiji, and then told Brad and Arian. All four of them gave both Daniel and Laszlo big hugs and heartfelt expressions of sympathy. The funeral itself on Saturday morning was simple, thoughtful, and served to give some closure to all of them. Darren was right on the same page as his sisters and brother, and proved it when he said afterwards, “Well, thank heaven Mother didn’t decide to stick her nose in,” following his blunt statement with a rough-edged laugh. Mr. Murayama came to the service, and extended his sympathy to all of them, in his customary elegant and polished manner. None of Daniel’s siblings knew him or could make any connection, but all three of them raised their eyebrows a trifle when Daniel and Laszlo both addressed him as “Uncle Ken.” After the guests had departed, and they had gone together for a final lunch at Maile’s home, it was Darren who asked the question about Mr. Murayama which was in all of their minds. Daniel thought for a moment, and decided it was time to give his family the whole story, at least in outline. “I call him Uncle Ken because he was the lifelong partner and true love of our uncle Keith. Both of them were forced into loveless marriages with women by the rigid social conformity of Kauai in those earlier days. Through their whole lives, they would meet whenever they could, in secret, but they were never able to live openly together. Laszlo and I are so grateful that we don’t have to endure a shadow life under such stifling restrictions.” Darren nodded. “For everyone’s sake, I’m grateful too that things have changed so much.” Maile then changed the subject slightly. “Not to put any pressure, but I could do with some happy news for a change. Laszlo, are you and Daniel making any wedding plans?” The two of them laughed. Laszlo fished out a card and handed it to her. “We seem to spend most of our time making wedding plans – but it’s always for someone else’s wedding.” Maile studied the card and then chuckled, getting the joke. “As for us,” Daniel picked up and carried on, “which I know is what you were asking, we haven’t talked about that specific step yet. But we’ve committed to each other for life, just as our uncles did.” Laszlo leaned close and they shared a kiss. Darren chimed in again. “If you ever do, that would be great. High time we all enjoyed a family party for a happy reason.” Malia took the privilege of the last word on that subject. “High time we all enjoyed becoming a family again.”

I think that a lot of married guys like rawfucking other guys because they know the bottom won't get preggers. Plus, the bottom won't start adding all kinds of other layers of demands on the married guy, like many women do. Most of us only want the sex - whether T or b - and after all - a hard, raw Cock is a hard, raw Cock - full balls are full balls - it's all the bottom wants or needs.

13 and 2 monthes

Absolutely collect used rubbers that have been loaded. This faggot is obsessed with cum of all colors, temps, viscosities, and sizes. They are either emptied in the mouth, face, hair or clothes. Love smelling it after is has dried on the clothes, and will often chew them like gum in the office.

The best part is feeling all drippings down my leggs as I get up off the bed

Nice chocolate bar 👅

Part 5 as soon as his orgasm ended he unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my sore hole, slapped my ass and walked over to the desk where his sandwich was waiting. "wow thats nice food, very fuckign fancy but its all good". he started munching on whatever food he had ordered "worked up an appetite there, need to build my strength up. And dont worry I have somethign for you to eat as well - get over here and get your cock-washer on my dirty dick and get cleaning" he spread his legs and waggled his softening cock in front of me. reluctantly I crawled over and sucked on his cock cleaning his spunk and my ass juices off his nob my room phone buzzed and the homeless guy (DAMM I STILL hadtnt asked his name) answered. he listened for a second and just said - "come on up and let yourself in" "right slut back on the bed the way you were before", "huh" he slapped my face - " I SAID, GET YOUR FUCKING SKANKY CUMHOLE BENT BACK OVER THE BED!!!" after each word he slapped me on the face I quickly got back into position and about a minute later I heard the door click and open. I looked around and saw two men walking into the room. one was a barman from downstairs and the other was the fucking SNOBBY CONCIERGE from earlier. the humiliation was too much and I blanked for a second. when I regained my senses I could hear the three men talking about me like I wasnt even in the room "So he likes it up the arse? "Fucking loves it man, I didnt wanna fuck him but he begged me for it. PAID... ME to fuck it. yeah I fucked this slut twice today, once here, once in an alley - this slut takes it up the ass like a pro" I realised where this was going and immediately started to protest "NO NO NO, No more fucking PLEASE" the concierge came over and knelt beside me so we were face to face. "listen faggot, you either shut the fuck up and take our cocks or Im going to throw you out of the hotel" the homeless guy laughed and said "but dont worry you can share my sleeping bag and I know some of my street friends would love to meet you" I knew I was defeated. "ok" both the concierge Jason and barman Steve (they were still wearing their name tags) started striping. I tried reasoning with them. "Guys im really sore, please be gentle or i wont be able to stop myself screaming and disturbing other guests. please please be gentle" "Dont worry about that" steve said grabbing his grubby shorts from the floor and stuffing them in my mouth - steve had clearly been workign a long hard shift and his shorts were very ripe but they did the job as no-one heard my scream as Steve shoved his bare cock up my arse his cock wasnt nearly as big as the homeless guy (i REALLY gotta ask him for his name) but my hole had swollen shut and was resisting entry. steve was young and had stamina but clearly wanted to shoot a load and leave as quick as possible but Jason had other ideas. he wasnt willing to wait and despite Steve getting close Jason made him pull out and he rammed himself up my poor bruised shit-pipe. his cock wasnt long but it was thick and it really hurt. Jason and Steve kept tag-teaming my poor battered asshole while homeless guy finished his sandwich. finally steve couldnt hold back any more and shot a MASSIVE load up my guts. it was easily more than the homeless guy had produced with both loads Steve pulled out and grabbed his shorts from my mouth - "gonna need those. but cleaning my cock will shut you up" I sucked on his cock trying to take my mind off the stretching and hammering my asshole was being subjected too. Jason was an older guy (late 40s) but he had amazing stamina. he fucked me for another 15 minutes before finally blasting his seed deep inside me as soon as Jason finished shooting he pulled out and got dressed Quickly. "Sir, I know your company books you a room here regularly so Im not going to report your activities. however if you continue to stay here you will service me every visit" he left the room. the homeless guy grinned and went to the bathroom. I could hear him taking a dump and then he showered for ages. When he came out of the shower he looks so handsome and clean and cute and furry faced I totally forgot what he had done to me that evening. "Can I stay the night?" "Sure" I was totally exhausted so I decided I would just set the alarm get some sleep and get up early in the morning to finish packing. I climbed into the huge kingsized bed and the homeless guy climbed in the other side. I was just drifting off to sleep when i felt his nob at my arse hole and his hand over my mouth. oh shit its gonna be a long night

My hole needs a dick tonight

I’ve never done this with a boyfriend. But I’ve had a long fuck session (even going the weekend) with one or more buddies. And one of us would leave to go collect loads to bring back for the others.

This is mine. A lot of people like it and my boyfriend loves it

2 hours ago? Was traveling last 7 days on family emergency, so really missed my sweet FB. He kept in touch, enquiring how i was, but could tell He was horny, and so was i. i wanted Him so bad. i can still smell His scent all over my face, and i'm still in heaven. i'm not usually heavily oral, and i never rim, but He is so vocal and loves everything i do with my mouth, and i know He wants it, so i was all over His ass, cock, balls, hole, thighs. It drives me wild when He kisses my back and shoulders when He is fucking me, turns out my kissed drive Him wild as well. Ultimately though, He loves to breed. That's the way He likes to cum, inside of me, so i think that enhances my passion and being in the zone. i don't ever get bored or feel like: "when's He gonna fuck me?" i get so much pleasure out of His obvious pleasure, it all just flows naturally. Damn i feel wonderful.

SO, I am taking a break from writing the "Pozzed in Palm Springs" story, mostly after getting a little burn out, and wanted to try something different. Story is a different style and perhaps a bit more 'tame' but I hope it will still be enjoyed. ============================================ The books are spread to the walls, the papers are cast around the room, and the tattered remains of a night of study and education have fully given way to the sounds of impassioned love between two men. Ajamu drives his fat, coal black cock in deep, burying himself up to his balls in the tight white ass pushing back against him. He moans as the hot walls of the stretched boy pussy massage his aching ebony fuck stick. Beneath him, lying on his back, a young white boy lays gasping, feeling the huge black meat impale deep inside. Ajamu bucks his hips in a slow lazy rhythm, savoring the sensation of working this young white ass. “Good boy Daniel, squeeze me as I claim you.” Ajamu said to the boy, Daniel. Daniel's legs tighten around Ajamu's waist, urging him to fuck faster, but Ajamu is in charge here. He's waited a long time to be inside this smooth, muscled, 18-year-old slut, and he is going to screw this fuckchute as long as he can until he delivers his seed deep into the boys untrained Womb. An act he knows will happen regardless of the possible consequences. Sweat drips from Ajamu’s slick forehead as he twists his hips to corkscrew his ebony Baby Maker into Daniel's boycunt. Watching his long, very veiny cock slide smoothly in and out, His mind is on fire with lust, desire, hunger, and regret. He knows this night of passion will fulfill his needs and the needs of the boy, but it could also change his life forever. Ajamu was a 42 year old tall, lean, but surprisingly well toned African that had emigrated from Gambia. While arriving with high hopes, he had been disappointed by his inability to find a decent job. Trained as a computer systems engineer, he'd had the misfortune to arrive in early 2002, just as the high tech bubble imploded. After months of working nights as a cleaner, he had been happy to take a second part time job as a math tutor to Daniel. Daniel was the younger son of a sportswear manufacturer. He was bright, but undisciplined, and it seemed unlikely that he would gain admission to a prestigious university. Daniel was an only child, and also had only a single parent. His mother had passed away many years ago, and her death had perhaps started his rebellion. His father had put almost all his time into running his business, and so had little time to be their for his son. While he loved Daniel, he felt he could not be the father he needed to be, and so it was decided tutoring was necessary. He remembers their very first lesson. He had gone to Daniel's house, and they had spread the textbooks on the floor of his room, where they sat. The lesson had gone well, and Ajamu could feel early on that this young wealthy American was eager to please him. He would listen, respond, and Ajamu could tell he was much smarter than perhaps he let his parents believe. All throughout that first lesson, Daniel could be seen stealing glances. At the end Daniel announced he wanted to show something. He went into the bathroom that adjoined his room, and returned stripped down to a pair of silky red sports briefs. "So, what do you think?", he had asked, turning around in different poses. Daniel was someone who was very attractive, and knew it. His father was of Irish descent, his mother Filipino. From his father he had inherited curly red hair and light creamy skin; from his mother, delicate features, smooth skin, and brown eyes with just a hint of her almond-shaped eyes. He was active in sports, and his body was well-toned. Ajamu saw all of this at a glance. He also saw how the low-cut briefs showed the pale untanned skin and thick, curly hair of the topmost swath of Daniel's pubes, and how the briefs accentuated the round curves of his young ass, and how the impression of his semi-rigid cock was pressed in relief against the crotch of his briefs. Ajamu felt a growing sense of discomfiture which was swelling as fast as his cock in his jeans. "It's one of the designs my Dad makes. You like it?", Daniel prompted. Ajamu grimly nodded. "Here, for you - you'll look great", Daniel said, and threw Ajamu a new box of the briefs. And with that strange exchange, the first lesson was over.

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

It's a chemical reminder of what you're meant for when you're meant to fuck and breed, too, not just if you're meant to take it. My cock swells up. The veins pop out. If I'm fucking, I FUCK. Deep long dicking, so fast my balls look blurry, and when I get to the end I try to dig deeper. Usually no closer to finishing at the end, though. I'll take a hit right before entering him, and that one is different. I'll go in slowly and deliberately; I don't fuck the way I will on my next hit. Sometimes I feel it take effect, which really enhances the awesome experience of having a bottom yield to me and take me inside him. If I'm getting sucked, the instinct is to go in all the way and hold his head down until I've had enough, then just fuck his throat. It only takes that first hit to get me started, too, @ErosWired. Just the smell is erotic but doesn't really flip a switch in my head — I need to get that raging boner. Then I get even more aggressive. I take what I want. That attitude stays after the poppers fade. It's the attitude pig bottoms want, and he's getting the attitude I want as he tries not to spill the bottle. Yeah, if you can't tell, thinking about that smell kinda gets me horny. Poppers are absolutely not only for bottoms.

I was 10 the first time my dad was able to cum inside of me. It had taken months of stretching and just practicing with just the head because it hurt. I'll never forget how it felt. He had tears in his eyes and I was so proud. We were both addicted after that moment....

Wednesday 12/8. Cell block was a bust. But went to steamworks. Took 3 loads, one from one of the biggest BBC I’ve ever seen!!!!!

Somehow, I got to my feet with my poppers in hand and walked across the room. My mind said “You want this!” and my cock bobbed YES as I opened the door to my room. There stood Daddy and a younger toned muscular black guy. I felt myself go limp and I began to fall. I dropped my bottle of poppers on the floor just as Daddy and the black guy grabbed me and helped me over to the bed. Daddy supported me as I sat on the edge of the bed while the black guy went to the door and picked up a duffel bag from the walk outside, bringing it in and shutting the door. He set the duffel bag down and picked up my water bottle of poppers from the floor. Looking at it, he took the cap off and inhaled. He put the cap back on and then tossed it over to Daddy, who himself took the cap off and took a hit. “He is definitely primed”, I heard Daddy say. Daddy set the bottle on the bed and suggested that I move up a little on the bed and lay down. As I did I noticed the black guy walk over to the desk where I had been sitting. He looked at the bottle of Everclear and held it up for Daddy to see. Then he looked at the syringe in the glass with the bottle of Oxy sitting next to it. He picked up the pill bottle and read the label, then said “Looks like our friend booty bumped some Oxy”. I was laying on my back on the bed near the edge. Daddy was standing alongside it. He told me that the black guy’s name was Jimbo and that he had come along to watch and take some photos for everyone’s safety. That sounded like a good idea to me. Daddy was dressed in a wife beater T-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. Jimbo wore a similar shirt but had on a pair of basketball shorts. I heard Jimbo unzip the duffel bag and begin moving around the room as Daddy moved up so that my eyes were level with the bulge in his pants. Looking down at me, he unzipped his shorts and began to lower them as he said, “Are you ready to be Daddy’s boy?”. He was wearing nothing under his shorts and as they dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them my eyes locked on the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. I rolled onto my side as Daddy approached the bed and reached out to take the God of all fuck meat into my hand. He was at least 8.5” soft and partially cut. Just the tip of his head peaked out from his foreskin. As I pulled him closer to me I inhaled smelling a bit of muskiness. He looked down at me and smiled. “Do you enjoy the aroma? I was emailing you from my phone as I lay on my back with my cock buried up Jimbo’s ass. We jumped up and threw on our clothes and headed over here. I didn’t take the time to clean myself. Be a good boy and clean Jimbo’s ass juice off my cock for me.” I hesitated a moment. Daddy then picked up my water bottle of poppers, took the cap off and pushed it in my nostril pinching the other side shut. I inhaled deeply and held it. Daddy didn’t move. When I had to exhale I had to do it through my mouth as he was still pinching off my nose and the popper bottle was still there. As I went to inhale through my mouth he pushed forward and his cock entered my mouth forcing me to inhale more poppers. As the rush hit, I forgot all about where this cock had been. I wanted it in my mouth and down my throat. I began sucking his cock in earnest, swirling my tongue around it, cleaning it with my spit. Every minute or so he would withdraw for a moment so I could exhale, then push it back in forcing me to inhale more poppers. As I sucked I let my hand caress his generous but firm bear beer belly and then run my hand up over his T-shirt covered chest to play with the rings through his nipples. After a few minutes he withdrew his cock and told me to roll on my back and move over towards the center of the bed. He removed the popper bottle from my nostril and capped it, dropping it on the bed. Then he climbed onto the bed and straddled my head facing towards my feet. Lowering himself down he ordered me to lick and suck his balls clean. His sac was shaved smooth and the skin was very soft. His sack must have hung down 7” and held two nuts the size of golf balls. I love hanging balls just as much as I love cock and as he lowered them to my mouth I lovingly opened my mouth wide trying to get both of them into it. But they were just too big so I worked on first one and then the other. I would suck his ball into my mouth and lather it with my tongue getting it all slick with my spit and then I would suck on it. As it descended deeper in my mouth I fantasized being able to get it into my throat and begin swallowing it. But Daddy then moved up pulling it from my mouth and then lowered back down feeding me his other one. As I began sucking Daddy’s nuts I had felt Jimbo climb onto the bed from the bottom. He lifted my legs up and spread them and then I felt Daddy’s hands wrap around behind my knees and then pull my legs up and spread them. This left my cock, balls and hole totally exposed. I felt Jimbo take hold of the butt plug and begin twisting it back and forth and then pulling it out until the widest part of it was at my entrance and forcefully shoving it back in. He began a rhythmic motion, twisting it back and forth, then withdrawing it a little then shoving it back in again and then repeat. After a few minutes of this Daddy pulled his balls from my mouth and got off the bed as did Jimbo. Daddy grabbed my shoulders and Jimbo my legs and they moved me so I was laying diagonally near the foot of the bed. My ass was at the bottom edge and my head was hanging off the side. Daddy handed me my popper bottle and told me to begin taking hits one after another until he told me to stop. He told me to be sure that I had an airtight seal as he wanted me only breathing poppers. “Just a little one to start as I don’t know how much and how long ago he bumped the Oxy, plus he has had a lot to drink.” I heard Daddy say. How nice of Daddy to be concerned about my health and safety. As I hit the poppers again and again, I stared up at Daddy’s fully erect cock. It was as thick as a beer can and must have been 9” long. He slowly stroked it to keep it at maximum hardness and then he told me to stop with the poppers. I was super high, my heart was beating hard in my chest, and I wanted nothing more than to get his cock back in my mouth. Then I looked down towards my feet as I felt Jimbo pulling on the butt plug. He pulled it out of me completely and held it up for Daddy to see. I thought ohhh what a pretty blue Christmas ornament with the red swirls and stripes on it. I also noticed what looked like 3 legged stands with what must be cameras on them. Before I could process the information I heard Daddy say to Jimbo, “Better get some towels to put under him as there will probably be quite a bit more of that and we don’t want the sheets looking like slaughter occurred in here.”. Then I felt Daddy’s cock at my lips and I leaned my head back and opened wide. Daddy grabbed my shoulders and pulled me a little bit more towards the edge and I felt my head drop lower off the edge as he slowly pushed his cock deeper. He adjusted my head just a little bit and he now had a straight line from my lips to my throat to my belly. He began slowly pumping his cock into my mouth but not going to deep. Then I felt Jimbo lifting my legs up and Daddy grabbing me behind my knees again. Then I felt something cool on my hole. Jimbo was adding more lube. Then I felt his fingers begin to go in and out of me and it felt good. Then he withdrew them and I felt a coolness, openness, emptiness. I wanted something back in my hole. Then I became aware of Daddy’s cock pushing deeper in my mouth and felt it touch the back. I felt Daddy put the popper bottle into my nose again and pinch it shut. I inhaled a huge hit as my throat opened up and I felt his cock slowly begin going down my throat. When he had the entire length of his cock buried in me he stopped. I felt something small but sharp going into my hole. Not painful but it startled me. Daddy then pulled his cock out allowing me to exhale and as I began to inhale again he quickly buried his cock in my throat again forcing me to inhale poppers through my nose. He held it there this time. I tried to exhale through my mouth but I couldn’t. His cock was blocking the exit to my airway. He pulled back just an inch and stopped squeezing my nose for a few seconds, but before I could exhale it all he squeezed again. With a gasp I inhaled the poppers as he again buried all the way in my throat. This time he left it there. I felt a growing warmth in my ass which grew hotter and hotter. I couldn’t breathe. I needed air, but he stayed buried deep and with the grip that both he and Jimbo had on me, I couldn’t move. My vision became just a white light and I felt my whole body swirling around and being sucked down head first into a whirlpool. My head went under, then my chest, then my stomach, then my groin and as my asshole was sucked under I felt it open wide and everything in the universe being sucked into my asshole. I don’t know how much time passed, but later learned that it was less than 30 seconds. Daddy had pulled his cock from my throat and they had turned me around so that I was again straight on the bed with my ass at the bottom edge. Daddy and Jimbo had switched places. Jimbo was now alongside the bed and Daddy was at the foot of it holding my legs up with his bear body between them. I felt like my asshole was a vacuum cleaner ready to suck in anything that got near it. I could see Daddy stroking his cock as he poured lube on it. It looked even bigger now. I loved how his beer belly and bulk made me feel safe and secure. I looked down at my own much smaller belly and smaller cock which was still standing at full attention. “Are you ready to get fucked boy?” “Yes Daddy.” “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to fuck me Daddy.” “How do you want to be fucked.” “With your cock, Daddy.” “How do you want my cock boy?” I felt Jimbo come up alongside the bed and ask if I was thirsty. He held a glass next to me with a straw in it. Taking the straw into my mouth I began sucking. Ahhh alcohol. It was strong so I assumed it was straight. I felt the burn in my throat as it went down. But there was a slight bitter taste. Probably from the poppers I had been doing. Then he handed me my water bottle of poppers. Thanking Jimbo I looked back at Daddy who was still standing between my legs slowly stroking his fully erect gorgeous BARE cock. I opened my popper bottle and took several big hits. “What do you want boy?”, I heard Daddy say just as the rush hit. “Please give me your raw mother fucking cock!”, I replied.