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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.

Forget hosting Forget hotels/ motels Go for bathhouses

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.

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

Hot af man!!

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

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

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

Oh WOW

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

I am one of those married men...

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

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

Awesome work! Thank you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don’t really keep track anymore. I stopped keeping a lifetime tally about 2 weeks into my freshman year of college. My 2023 tally is probably around 100 loads.

Good man!!

Mike and Josh made their way to the strip to explore the sites. It was warm out so both were in basketball shorts and tshirts. Both were commando, as usual. After about an hour they happen to share an elevator with a hot couple. The black guy was in his thirties, great body, tall but not as tall as Mike, great smoke, and well built. The girl was in her 20s, had light brown skin, was short, thin, and had a nice fat ass. They were both a little tipsy. The girl flirting with both guys. They invited Mike and Josh to the bar in the lobby. As they drank and talked, the girl played with Joshes dick under the table. It was obvious and the guy didn’t care. He talked with Mike about working out and bro stuff. The guy went to the bathroom and while he was away the girl told Josh she wanted his dick. She then whispered to him (a loud drunk whisper) she wanted him to cum in her and that she wasn’t on the pill as she was trying to baby trap her bf. She asked Josh to take her back to his room. When her man came back to the table she told him that she was going back to the room. And left. Ten minutes later Josh excused himself. “She thinks she is slick. I know that white boy is going to fuck her. I know she takes all kinds of dick. Hell my brother fucked her.” The guy said after Josh left. Mike chuckled then went open mouth superseded when the guy continued “I am sterile and she ain’t getting no kids from me. She do get the bugs I get from taking guys dicks up my ass though. And if she ain’t got my poz baby yet she will soon.” ”You are poz? Gay?” Mike gasped out ”I am straight and love fucking pussy. But a big fat raw dick in me is what’s up. I got pozzed up by a rando a year ago. Never went on meds. Still only fuck chicks raw. Put my hiv in 15 girls since then.” ”Fuck yea man! Well I got a 8.5 in big poz non medicated dick if you want a recharge.” ”Hell yea! Let’s go back to my room.” Mike followed him up to his room. When they enter the room the big jock bitch guy turned into a bitch bottom. He begged to suck Mike’s dick and balls. He licked mikes sweaty pits. Ate his sweaty hole. Begged to be fucked as Mike ate his hole. Mike lined his big raw poz dick up to the guys wet puckered straight poz hole. “You ready to take this toxic dick and med resistant strain bitch?” ”Fuck yes! Knock my ass up with that poz white baby!” Mike spent 15 mins hate fucking the jock pussy. Fuck hard and deep. Tearing his hole as he plowed. The guy moaning and begging for his charged cum the whole time. “You ready to be recharged fag?” ”Fuck daddy impregnate me!! Make me you poz son!!” At those world Mike unleashed a massive orgasm and flood the jock ass full of his cum. The guy felt the warm explode in his hole and shot his own poz cum all over his and Mike chest. “I can’t wait to use your strain to knock up that whore your buddy is balls deep in!” “Fuck yea man!” Mike left the guy on the bed naked and full of his poz cum. Went back to his room and showered and changed. When he meet Josh at work they compared notes. The girl apparently was a freak. They didn’t last to even get to the room. Josh put 2 loads in her pussy in an alley. When see asked his name he gave her a fake. He was stoked Mike tagged the bf. They laugh and joked that they both have be knocked before the month was over. They went about their task to set up for the night. Mike was loving his trip so far.

it honestly makes me feel like I am fulfilling my purpose. as a cumdumpster I know I was born to take loads from as many males as possible. when I’m laying there taking load after load from anonymous stranger after stranger, I know I am being used for my purpose. I love feeling the cum drool out of me between breeders after each guy blows in me then pulls out, leaving my pussy gaped wide open.

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.

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.

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

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

Tyler's Spring Break As the plane begins to climb into the air, my excitement does as well. I am really doing this: flying to Mexico to spend five days with a man and his son. Not just anyone, this is Luis, the man who made me into the proud faggot I now am. Since being used by Luis last summer, I've become a new person. My only goals in life are to sexually please men and be rewarded with their cum. Since going back to college in the fall, I had done little but chase cock. My grades dropped a lot but I don't care. My future is in pleasing men and I don't need a piece of paper to do that. If it wasn't for all the action I was getting (and the scholarships paying my rent), I would have left college long ago. After all, I had a job waiting for me with my Uncle. Of course there were the regular straight jocks I blew in the bathrooms on campus. I'd also been taking regular poundings from my biology teacher, which explains why that's the only class I have an A in. Those science lab tables are the perfect height for a good fucking. I spend many nights at the rest stop off the highway, where truck drivers often invite invite me in to be bred. Occasionally I hit the jackpot and there's a Hispanic trucker, which reminds me of Luis and the gang. Hispanic men put me in double heat! As much of a whore that I've become, I've had to remain a thrifty one. I saved up for the flights to and from Mexico over spring break, which is where I'm headed now. As soon as the pilot turns off the fasten seatbelts light, I stand up and head to the tiny bathroom at the back of the plane. The businessman who's been eyeing me since onboarding quickly follows. Looks like I can check Mile High Club off my bucket list.

Can I just say, FUCK Florida. The whole state is full of hate and culture wars! The water is so hot the fish are dying but they’ll take anyone’s money. Nothing there is worth my time or cash. Go somewhere else

Brock stepped off the last concrete step into a short, narrow hallway. In the room beyond, he could see there were mismatched sofas ranging from floral paisley that looked like it had been lifted directly out of his grandmother's family room to a broken down leather La-Z-Boy that appeared to have lived a short, hard life in a frat house. Brock crept to the door and surveyed the very dim room in front of him. There were 10 sofas in total facing one of the unfinished concrete walls like theater seating. That appeared to be the goal, as there was a porno flick playing on the unfinished wall from a beat up projector. That was the only source of light in the room. Four men were scattered amongst the sofas. A mid 40s, average build business man in a Grey suit sat on the paisley sofa nearest the door with a very obvious erection under his suit pants, idly rubbing himself through the fabric. A muscular guy in designer label clothes sat in the far back corner, an obscene bulge quite evident in his joggers but he didn't seem to be giving much attention to it or the flick. A slight, nebbish man who wore a plaid button up and khakis sat transfixed on the film, the film reflecting off his glasses contrasting with how still he sat. The last guy was dressed much like Brock. He was seated in the front row, so Brock couldn't tell much about him other than he wore a ball cap, a plain shirt, and jeans. Of the four on the sofas, he was the only one who appeared to notice Brock, turning his head slightly toward the door. The porno on the wall appeared to be something very low budget. In fact, it looked like a home movie that had been recorded on a Handycam or something. The timestamp in the corner read 07/03/2005, which was two months ago, and the title was "Zeke." A younger guy - probably in his early 20s - with long blond hair was sitting in his boxers on a cheap metal futon being interviewed by someone out of frame. "So what brought you here tonight, Zeke?" The guy out of frame asked. Brock turned his attention away as Zeke was starting to answer. Behind the sofas, the projector sat on top of a half wall. A fifth guy stood behind the wall. His pants and briefs were around his ankles and he was stroking himself hard. He was a stocky guy and from the look of his stiffer-by-the-second dick, he had a short, beer can thick dick. Brock was a bit taken aback that someone was just openly jerking off, but he was immediately reminded how horny he was as his teenage dick strained against the tight denim of his jeans. The man saw Brock, then he used some spit to slick his cock up a little and continued wanking while staring openly at Brock for a few seconds before turning back to the film. Set into the walls on the left half of the room were four small alcoves. Small amounts of light from the central room barely made it into them and they were pitch black otherwise. Still more curious than anything, Brock started toward the nearest. Inside, there was another guy jerking off. He had tied twine around his dick and scrotum in some kind of home made Oxballs style cockring. His average sized dick was engorged and purple under the constraint of his knot work. He idly played with his dick, leaking some precum which he was enthusiastically licking from his fingers. He nodded to Brock, which may have been an invitation. Brock was oblivious, though, as he continued to the next alcove. Inside, he found a very roughly constructed plywood "table" at about the right height for fucking. An orange light bulb cast an eerie glow on the table. No one was in that alcove currently. The last two alcoves were two entrances into the same small, dark room. Inside were two construction workers. They still wore their vests. Each of them had his pants undone and around his thighs. Both appeared to have above average dicks. Kneeling in front of them was a man who had to be in his 60s. He wore nothing but a jockstrap. He was alternating sucking each of the dicks in front of him. "I'm gonna cum," one of the construction guys announced casually. The older man took his dick all the way down his throat and swallowed every drop of the man's seven inch uncut dick before turning his attention to the other dick. The guy who'd cum stuffed his dick back in his pants, buttoned up, and walked out of the alcove past Brock. Brock turned back to the film. Zeke had been joined on camera by a second man, Dale. The new guy was middle age. Dark hair and eyes. A bit taller than Zeke, but Zeke didn't look particularly tall. Dale looked like the "best friend's hot dad" in every teen sex comedy movie. Neatly trimmed beard, just a little bit of gray starting to come through, obviously knew his way around the gym. USDA Grade A Certified DILF. Zeke was now standing naked with his hands clasped in front of his groin. He looked a bit more uncomfortable now. Dale was walking around him groping him and pointing out tattoos and other details about him. Everywhere he would touch, the cameraman would get a closeup. "Alright, now we need some closeups of your dick and your ass, and then we can start the next part of the interview," Dale said as casually as if he were asking him to make some copies or fetch a coffee. Zeke seemed reluctant, but he eventually unclasped his hands. He had a decent size dick, even totally soft. "Oh yeah, this is going to work great, Zeke," Dale said enthusiastically. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. Commando. Brock had watched a lot of porn. I mean, A LOT of porn. But he had rarely seen anything this...rough. There was no editing to speak of, just one continuous shot from the single camcorder. Everything about it felt so amateur and real. Brock's dick pulsed it's approval. Dale had one of the largest dicks Brock had ever seen. "Might be as big as mine," he thought. The only word he could think of to describe it was "photogenic." Thick with a couple prominent veins. Large head, but proportionate with the rest of the shaft. "Show me what you can do," Dale said, gesturing to his cock. Zeke got down on his knees and took the head of the man's dick in his mouth. Brock found his way over to an empty couch in the back and his left hand went straight for the steel pipe in his own jeans. He realized he hadn't touched his own dick since he'd gotten here. Even through his jeans he felt like he could explode instantly. In the flick, Dale was groaning as Zeke worked his head and the first bit of the shaft. He placed his hand on the back of Zeke's head and was less than gently coaxing Zeke further down his shaft. Zeke seemed to be much more comfortable with Dale's meaty head against his tonsils than the had been minutes ago. Zeke was also quite talented from the look of it. Before long, Dale's entire dick was sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat, skullfucking Zeke. A mixture of fluids dripped off Zeke's face as he accepted the massive length and girth of Dale's dick into his throat. A hunger burned behind his eyes. "Please fuck me, sir," Zeke coughed out during a quick break when Dale had pulled completely out to show the camera his dick layed across Zeke's face. "You sure you're ready, kid?" Dale chided. Zeke responded by scooping up a handful of the fluids still on his face and smearing between his cheeks. Then he laid back on the futon and presented his hole to Dale. Dale took off his shirt. Between his navel and his pelvis, on his muscular lower abdominals, he had a single tattoo: an orange scorpion. It wasn't a complicated tattoo, but it was exquisitely done. On screen, Zeke asked if the tattoo meant what he thought it meant. Dale didn't answer, he just shucked his pants and began smearing precum on Zeke's waiting hole directly from the head of his massive dick. "Does that mean what I think it means!?!" Zeke said more urgently this time. He looked genuinely terrified. He began to squirm, but Dale had him in a bad position and 40 extra pounds of leverage. Brock found himself confused, but undeniably aroused by the scene on the screen. Why had Zeke been so terrified of a tattoo? What did the tattoo mean? "This is gonna hurt," Dale said as he plunged his massive member into Zeke's hole. He had slicked Zeke's hole and his own cock with a generous amount of precum, but even that was not enough to prepare Zeke. Zeke screamed. He writhed. The pain was evident in every fiber of Zeke's body. Dale was clearly enjoying it, but he held back for the benefit kd the camera. The cameraman got a close up of Dale's cock impaling Zeke's hole. You could see Zeke's hole spasm, trying desperately to eject the sudden intrusion. Dale didn't move much until Zeke had calmed down a bit. As Zeke's hole adjusted, Dale began short, slow strokes in his hole. "Yes, the scorpion tattoo means what you think it means," he said matter of factly. "You told me you were serious about becoming a member," he added. "The club...," Zeke sputtered. "I wanted to join the fuck club, not get POZZED!" "They are one and the same," Dale replied. "Trust me, the benefits are worth it." The pleasure of the fuck was beginning to set in for Zeke. His cries and sharp breathing were quickly turning into moans and panting for more. Dale pulled his dick out of Zeke. The coating of juices on his dick had streaks of red through it. He flipped Zeke over face down on the futon. He plunged his cock back into Zeke's battered hole with the full weight of his muscular body behind it. Zeke was rocking his hips on every thrust to let more of Dale penetrate him. Dale shoved Zeke's head into the mattress of the futon as he slammed his dick into Zeke's puffy hole. The cameraman got a closeup of Zeke's angry red pucker as Dale hammered his length into him. The camera panned back out to a wider shot and Dale wrapped his muscular arm around Zeke's neck. "I'm going to poz you up, kid. And then sex will never be complicated again. You want fucked. You take cum. Someone wants to fuck you. You take cum." Dale said, mere centimeters from Zeke's ear. Dale slowed down his strokes. "Do you want it, Zeke? Do you want to fuck freely? Do you want more sex than you can possibly imagine?" "I want it," Zeke mumbled. "Say it like you mean it, kid." Dale had pulled Zeke up against his chest by his hair, his dick still dripping red tinged fluids. It was poised just outside the wreckage that used to be a sphincter, looking very much like a stinger ready to inject a lethal dose of venom. "I WANT IT! I WANT YOU TO POZ ME" Zeke shouted. Dale threw him back down on the bed, inserted his dick firmly into Zeke's hole, and, as if on cue, began emptying his toxic payload into Zeke's guts. The camera captured every flex and spasm of Dale's dick. In agonizing detail. Every spurt of cum was clear as Dale's venom painted the inside of Zeke's guts. "Welcome to the nest, initiate." Dale said as he pulled out and disappeared out of frame. Zeke stayed face down on the futon as the camera got some closeups of his ruined hole. The cameraman's arm appeared from out of frame and threw a business card onto Zeke's back. It was black with a scorpion embossed in an amber orange color on the side facing the camera. "Instructions." The cameraman said and then the camera was put down on a tripod or something, still recording Zeke. Zeke sat back down on the futon. For the second time, Brock noticed Zeke's cock, but now it was rock hard. It was fairly long. Probably around 7 inches. And average thickness. Zeke slicked his hand with some of the juices seeping out of his hole and jerked himself off without ceremony. Zeke was dressing himself on screen when suddenly Brock felt a hand grab his shoulder. He yelped and sprang up from the couch. He whipped around to see the cashier from upstairs with a stern look on his face. "This area is for members only," he droned, grabbing Brock's shoulder again and pushing him toward the door to the stairs. "I...uh...I was looking for. Uh. Bathroom? I thought the bathroom was down here." As the older man escorted him to the stairs, he stopped to take the disc out of the player hooked up to the projector and put a new one in. He put the disc in one of those plain sleeve cases labeled "070305 'Zeke' 22."

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

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.

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

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

I like hotels. When I show up to fuck a dude, I'm interested in his body and he's interested in mine. A hotel is sort of a neutral venue where men only bring their body — at a house, you see the rest of his life too. Usually it's not a problem, but I prefer to open the door and step right into a sexual realm. Definitely, if you're looking for numbers, a hotel is a lot easier. Easier to get to, easier to find, easier to park... There's the drawback that some guys don't like going through a public space, but there are hookup-friendly places where you can go in off the street and it's not too open.

Part 5 Panting and covered in sweat I finally reached the park, stopping at the same spot I stopped last week when I met Drew. Straddling my bicycle I could feel my hard meat straining against my shorts. I knew my underwear was soaked with the precum oozing from my cockhead. I had to stop myself from grabbing my groin and stroking. My eyes were darting all around, desperate to see Drew. But I didn't see him. I looked at my watch and noted it was around the same time of day as last week. Damn! I said to myself. Where is he? I need him to be here. This whole past week I kept reliving everything Drew and I did together in his apartment. I remembered the taste of his lips and precum, how much I loved eating his hole. I jacked off again and again at the memory of the tight warm wetness of his ass as I fucked him over and over as he encouraged me to breed him, to fuck my cum into him. My married cheating cum he called it a number of times which for some reason had heightened my lust. I found myself also wanting more of whatever it was we had smoked. It had made me let him take me down a path that I wanted to travel again. I had found myself checking out gay porn on the computer and jacking off to it every day. Drew had awakened urges inside me and I needed to satisfy those urges more. There weren't many people in the park but I realized I was noticing a few guys who were in sight. Some were maybe my age and others looked to be closer to Drew's age and I started wondering what they looked like naked. My gaze settled on a pair of guys coming out of a cluster of trees. My first thought was that it was a dad and his son out together in the park. They were walking slowly together talking to each other obviously. The older guy was mid 40's I guessed. Clean shaven, dark curly hair, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off tanned hairy legs, a tight white t-shirt and sandals. The younger one was also clean shaven with short brown hair and wearing sneakers – no socks – and a pair of gym shorts. He was carrying a t-shirt in one hand leaving his muscled hairy chest in plain sight. I wanted to run my tongue through his chest hair and hear him moan. They were walking in my direction and I kept watching. Then I saw the older guy run his hand down the young guy's ripped stomach and they were close enough for me to hear the boy moan. Hardly believing what I saw the boy moved his hand and cupped the other guy's crotch. Right there in the open! My dick was throbbing! I glanced quickly around and noticed no one else was near. It was just the 3 of us. Surely they weren't dad and son I told myself but their touching each other had me thinking of Drew and how he called me daddy. One more thing that turned me on but I couldn't say why. As they got nearer to me the young guy looked up and noticed me, still straddling my bicycle and looking at them. I could now see his lips were full and his eyes were a bright green. He grinned at me and said, “Hey man. How you doing?”, drawing the older guy's attention to me as well. I could make out flecks of gray in his dark hair and was very aware of his hard nips evident under his tight shirt. I felt an urge to lick and suck on them. He grinned too. “Nice bike guy. This is a good place to ride isn't it?” Trying to gain my composure I agreed that it was and that this was only my second time here. Before they had a chance to respond I heard myself asking, “Were you all in the trees just now? It looked like I saw you just appear out of the group of trees.” They looked at each other quickly and the young guy smiled and said, “Yeah but we weren't just in the trees. There's a path where you saw us come out that goes back into the park. It's private and secluded and you can see things that you won't see out here.” “Damn right!” the older guy said and they both snickered. “You oughta check it out,” he continued. “Yeah, c'mon,” the boy said. “We'll show you.” I couldn't say what it was but something about the way they were looking at me and their eagerness to show me this path was making me want to go with them. “I guess not,” I said unconvincingly. “I don't want to leave my bicycle out here where someone could steal it.” The good looking older guy told me the path was wide enough and I could bring my bike with me. I heard myself agreeing to let them show me the path and we headed in that direction. As we walked the boy told me his name was Ryan and the older guy introduced himself as Kevin. I told them my name and we said it was nice to meet each other. We approached the spot that I saw them exit the trees and sure enough there was a fairly wide path leading deeper into the cluster of trees. The path looked pretty well used and I mentioned this. “Oh yeah,” Kevin said smiling at Ryan. “It's used a lot. It's very popular.” He laughed and led the way with me following behind him and Ryan behind me. I couldn't help but notice how good Kevin's ass looked in his tight shorts and tried not to stare but wasn't doing a good job of it apparently. Because suddenly I felt Ryan right next to me and he said, “Yeah looks pretty hot, huh?” I stopped and looked at him. I stuttered a bit and asked him what he was talking about. Ryan grinned at me and licked his lips. “You know, Justin. Kevin's ass. Looks damn good with those tight shorts on doesn't it?” He ran a hand through the dark hair on his chest and involuntarily I let out a low moan. “What are you two talking about?” Kevin asked walking back toward us. Ryan didn't take his eyes off me as he answered Kevin, “Justin and I were saying how hot your ass looks in those tight shorts. Weren't we Justin?” “Yeah?” Kevin asked standing right in front of me. “I'm glad you think so Justin. You're damn hot yourself. Want to see my ass without the shorts on?” My heart and head were pounding as I felt my cock aching to get out of my shorts. Not waiting for an answer Kevin turned around in front of me, unsnapped the button on his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I gasped seeing his tight muscled hairy ass cheeks. “Hot ass isn't it Justin?” Ryan whispered as I felt his grip on my bulging crotch. “Bet you wanna touch it. Maybe even taste it, huh? His ass tastes so good. And he loves having it tongued.” “Fuck yeah I do!” Kevin answered wiggling his perfect bare ass at me. “Come on stud, eat my hole! Get your tongue in there!” I was moaning loudly now and felt Ryan pushing my shoulders down until I was on my knees, my face just inches from Kevin's bare exposed hairy hole. All the built up lust and need from the past week washed over me and I grabbed those meaty hairy cheeks and pulling them apart I buried my face and tongue in the offered hole. All it took was the first taste and I was devouring his manhole as passionately as I had eaten out Drew's last week. “Oh fuck yeah man!” Kevin cried out. “That's it stud! Eat that hairy hole. Get in their deep! Damn dude you're making my hole feel so fucking good!” I was licking and kissing and sucking on his hole probing as deep inside him as I could. I realized in my obsessed mind that I was tasting something that I hadn't tasted when I ate Drew's hole. Something kind of tart and wet. It took me a moment to realize what it was. There was cum in Kevin's asshole and I was sucking it out of him and swallowing it as I ate his ass! Oh fuck! I felt Ryan's wet lips at my ear and heard him whisper, “Yeah you're tasting that cum in there now aren't you Justin? Yeah man that's it. Eat his ass and suck that cum out of there. Suck MY cum out of his ass daddy!” What?! I screamed in my head. Ryan's cum in Kevin's ass? Ryan fucked Kevin?! Oh fuck!! I ate and sucked harder as I realized what Ryan had just told me. (to be continued)

**hey guys thanks for all your comments. glad you're liking it so far. drew is just getting started on justin's seduction.** Part 4 Drew had grabbed my hand and led me from the couch to his bedroom. He had me take a couple more hits of the fuck smoke as he sucked on my neck and nibbled my earlobe. My dick had never been so hard and needing to nut! “That's it, daddy,” he whispered in my ear as I exhaled my second hit. “Take that smoke in and let it help you let go and give in. It always makes me so damn horny. Is it making you horny too, daddy?” I moaned lustfully as I ran my hands down his toned naked sweaty back. “Hell yeah it is! Making me hornier than I've ever been.” Drew ran his tongue lightly over my lips and pulled his face back looking into my eyes. “Horny enough to want to fuck me, Justin? Horny enough to slide your hard cheating married cock into my boyhole and fuck me til you cum?” “Yes! Oh yes please!” I begged, having silenced the voices in my mind telling me earlier I couldn't do this. At this moment all I wanted was to give this hot young seductive stud what he wanted from me – my hard cock and cum. Drew had grinned with a look of hunger in his eyes and pushed me back onto his bed so I was flat on my back with my rigid throbbing boner swaying in the air. He got on the bed and straddled my waist lighting the pipe once again. Taking a huge hit he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, using his tongue to coax my lips to open, and then blew the smoke into my mouth. Surprised by this I instinctively inhaled drawing more of the white smoke into my brain and blood. Suddenly we were making out, our tongues exploring each other's mouth, moaning into each other. As we continued deep kissing I was only slightly aware of Drew's hand reaching behind him and taking hold of my cock. He stroked it slowly up and down a few times before breaking our kiss. He rose up just barely from my hips and moved barely backward and I felt my dripping cockhead touch the heat of his eager hole. “Fuck me daddy! Fuck your hard raw cock inside me and fuck the hell out of your boy's ass! Please fuck me!!” Saying that he pushed back and down and I felt a warmth and wetness I'd never known envelope my cockhead and a couple inches of the shaft. We both moaned loudly as I moved deeper inside his body, his ass almost pulling me in. “Oh fuck!” I cried out. “Oh my gawd your ass feels so good, so wet!” Drew ran his hands across my sweating chest as we both felt my balls rest against his ass cheeks. “And your dick feels fucking amazing daddy! So hard and thick. Filling me up.” He rubbed my stiff pointed nips and I arched my back in response nudging my cockhead further into his chute. “Oh yeah! Give it all to me daddy! You like my ass around your cock, Justin? Is it better than fucking pussy?” “So much better baby! So tight and sweet. I can't believe how great your ass feels!” Drew leaned down and gave me a brief kiss then raised back up running his hands over his smooth body looking intently at me. “Then let's fuck daddy!” he growled as he raised up off my cock until just the head rested inside, then slammed down on the full length of my shaft. And with that Drew began fucking himself on my cock, eventually rolling onto his back so I could slam deep and hard into his hole. Over the next hour-plus he showed me sexual pleasures I could not have imagined before meeting him. As I told him I was about to cum inside him for the 3rd time he wrapped his arms and legs tighter around me and answered, “Hell yes daddy! Give me another hot thick load of your married cum! You want to breed me again with your cheating horny cock don't you daddy? Tell me how hot it is giving your cock and cum to someone besides your wife!” I pounded harder into him, my rhythm all but disappearing. “Yes, yes it is fucking hot and so damn good boy! Here it cums baby! Take my married cum again in your guts where it belongs!” I thrust forward one more time and unloaded another load in this jock's hole, a load that felt as big as the first one I gave him. Spent and covered in sweat I pulled out of him and lay there for a few minutes. Rousing myself I started getting dressed telling Drew I had to get home. I had been gone way longer than usual and my wife was going to be worried..or pissed. As he walked me to his front door Drew kissed me softly on the lips and softly said, “I hope she won't be mad at you Justin. But even if she is, it was worth it wasn't it?” I nodded and said “Yes” as I heard the door close behind me and I got my bike and headed home. (more soon)

Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

The year was 1990 I was a you man in my 18th year of of life. I worked weekends in a flower shop for a family friend Rob And his 2 assistance. It was a busy Saturday and Rob told me they were having a party at Stuart’s flat and I should come along their would be girls present. the shop closed and I went home, I got changed into my jeans and shirt then headed out for Stuart’s place. I arrived around 9pm and the party was in full swing. We were all drinking laughing joking. Rob asked me if I would work the following morning I said yes and his skinny friend Stuart said he would work also. Rob went to one of the rooms and crashed out with a few other guys. I sat up drinking with Stuart till 4am, Stuart asked me if I wanted to car share with him to the store an a few hours time I smiled and said yes. The next morning Stuart and I headed into the the store. We prepped the shop and Stuart asked me hey how’s that girl your seeing I told him we had broke up he smiled at me winked and said that’s a shame. It was a very slow day and by 4pm we closed up and went over to the pub. Stuart asked me hey wanna come to a club tonight see as we’re finished. I said yeah sounds fun. we left the shop and headed to the edge bar, we drank and laughed and joked all night. I thought Stuart is flashing the cash buying me drinks all night. We ended up on the dance floor dancing he moved behind me and began to grind up against me I pulled away what are you doing bro I said, dancing dude what does it look like. I said I’m not gay so back off ok. He smiled and said I’m sorry. As the night ended o realised I had left my keys at home and wouldn’t be able to get in. Stuart said I’m going back to robs come with me. I said ok AmS we headed out we are iced at robs around 2am Rob was awake and listening to music sat in just his briefs he said sit down guys. I sat down and we began drinking. Rob looked at Stuart and they started kissing robs hand slid onto my lap I had just finished my drink and was very drunk. Suddenly Rob had my cock in his hand and was rubbing my cock I was light head and before I knew it he was on his knees with my dick in his mouth omg it was amazing never had I had such incredible blow job just as my balls tightended he stopped and started ducking my balls they were heavy tight. Next hing I knew Stuart was wanking his giant cock in my face, come on he said in his Scottish accent robs looking after you now you look after me. I opened my mouth to reply and before I knew it he pushed his giant cock in my mouth. Suck it I began to suck m, kissing his bell end m. Good that’s what I like suck it . Next thing I knew Rob had me on all 4s and now he was licking my my arse out it felt amazing my dick was stood on end. Suddenly Stuart grabbed my arms and Rob was behind me with his giant cock head poised over my hole. He grabbed my hips ams pushed himself deep into me as I let out a whimper Stuart slammed his cock into my mouth. I was. Their slut sucking and being fucked by 2 guys. I asked shouldn’t you be wearing a condom, don’t worry about that boy your our cum slut. Rob thrusted harder and harder racking his nails across my back Stuart pounding my face as he sucked my cock. Suddenly Rob began to rut harder faster suddenly in felt this wet warm feeling in my arse. Rob swapped places with Stuart he rammed his 9 inch cock deep into me my arse it slipped in easy thanks to robs thick toxic load filling my belly. Stuart grabbing my hips Pounded my arse raw. I flipped over onto my back Stuart on top of me like I was his birch thumping my arse kissing me. Rob left the room l. Stuart told me I was now his bottom boy and he was my man. He kissed me deeply I kissed back our tongues probing each other’s mouths. He was pounding me harder I wrapped my legs round him o didn’t want him to pull that big bare cock out of my man pussy. I was loving it he began to suck my neck leaving his mark on me. He whispered your mine and your my slut. I was now loving it more and more, I looked in his eyes he began to get faster he whispered in my ear I am positive do you want my seed. I wrapped my legs round him, clenching my arse muscles I couldn’t believe what I was doing, let alone the words coming out my mouth make me your bitch, impregnated me with your seed please, he got faster and faster he kissed me passionately suddenly I was being filled with his toxic load too, Your my boy now you want my gift. I do baby I do, what was I saying Rob came back with a camera took photos. Smiled every day you come here and take my cock my seed you hear me. Then you go see Stuart and take him the same. Suddenly the door opened to the bed room ohhhn the deep voice said. Can I play guys too. Stuart was empty so was Rob, yes Tou can said Rob suddenly I looked up and this giant mountain of a black man was stood next to me. He said take my cock out now. I did as I was told. My god he was 11 inches long as 4 inches thick. He had a scorpion tattoo on his groin and smiled let’s go he lindes that giant black. Dick against my arse he grabbed my arms and held them above my head. He pushed hard and my am arse ripped open struggling to take that big black cock. He was now in me he was so big I felt full as he began dumping me harder and harder tears streaming from my face from the pain l. Rob stood over me dipping his balls in my mouth Stuart sucking my cock, the black bull fucking my newly ducked virgin arse. He was now thrusting deeper harder I was so we it was crazy, suddenly he blew his load deep in me take my seed my toxic seed you now have had 3 loads but I have stretched you good he didn’t stop he kept going cumming in me again and again. He stopped left the room with Rob Stuart laughed as he threw Polaroids at me, I will post these if you don’t come back everyday till your toxic too boy you hear me. I nodded now go slit be back tomorrow. I got up put my clothes on still leaking 3 different loads of cum from my arse. ps I still ride Stuart’s cock today bare raw I’m a toxic whore and only take toxic loads I’m a cum slut and proud.

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.

I love having a big cock in my mouth while I get my ass pounded. The one pounding my ass inspires me to give great head and I work on getting the two cocks to touch in the middle. I'm a greedy little bottom; what can I say?