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I wrote a reply on the topic Seducing Your Dealer and received pv messages asking me about Troy, and how we met. So I guess I'll tell that little story. Troy was dating a friend of mine who was pretty straight-laced, Let me be blunt, he was boring. Don't get me wrong one of the nicest, honest, and devoted friends you could have. Troy on the other hand would have a drink in hand cracking jokes. His presence was out there, standing at 6 feet with medium dark brown skin, brown hazel eyes, slim well defined cut body, and as I would find out later a beautiful thick 9 1/2 cut dick. When he and I first met we hit it off, we clicked. I had never been with a black guy before, not to my taste, so I didn't think of him in that way. One night we were at my house having drinks and getting ready to head to the clubs. Troy comes up to me and shows me his pipe and asks if I want to party. I tell him if I start I won't want to stop and I won't want to be at a club. I'd rather be home on Bbrt looking to fuck. He puts the pipe away and tells me not to say anything his boyfriend doesn't know and asks What's my profile name, Little Latin Bro. We head to the club and have a great night but all I can think about is Troy's pipe and wanting to PNP. As soon as I get home I clean up, break out my pipe, and jump on BBRT, time to fuck. When I log in I have a message from Tall Back to Breeder, hmm? It's Troy. When the fuck did he have time to jump on Bbrt and look for me? The sneaky fucker is a cheating pnper [banned word]. I open up his profile and mother fuck he's a hot slam pig, watersports, [banned word], verbal and the list is long. He has all kinds of pics, cock in ass, cum on someone's face, cum covered chest, obviously he's a big shooter. Being the good friend I am I unlock my pics and reply to his message. Don't call me a nasty boy with a profile like yours pig man, lol. As I begin to read my messages I hear a knock on my door, MF I'm high, horny as fuck, and who the fuck is banging on my door at 3 in the morning? I open it and it's Troy holding his pipe, he says, Is now a good time? He walks in and sits on the couch, opens his bag pulls out a water bong, fills it with his water bottle, and loads it up. Asks if I have porn, which I tell him in my room, he gets up and walks to my room. He sets the pipe down and undresses to his boxers and tells me to put in a video as he lit up the pipe. He nods his head for me to come over and sit next to him ON MY BED, who put him in charge? Ok, I like him taking charge. He begins to drill me with questions about my experience with incest, how old, who, when, and what we did. With Ms. T running through my head, the porn, the memories, and the huge tent in his boxers I'm getting hornier by the second. He leans over and shotguns me. "So little cousin you like it when your older cousin comes over when your mom and dad aren't home gets you fucked up"? I know where this is going. I nod my head. "Good, first I'm going to teach you to suck my dick, I'm going to play with that tiny little hole of yours until you are begging me to fuck you crazy. Before I steal that cunt I'm going to slam you up. Then I'm going to turn that cunt into a sloppy wet pussy that I'm going to knock up. I'm going to make love to you at least 2 or 3 times before I leave. My babies will be so deep in you, that you'll think you're pregnant." Just then he leans over and begins to kiss me. I don't if it was the Tina or what, but what a fucking kiss. Deep passionate aggressive, I'm fucking jello. Next thing I'm on my back, he's on top of me, we're making out like lovers, and he's in charge. We roll over, his hands push me down. I lick and suck his pecs, nipples, and belly all the way down. I try to take his boxers off, not yet he says, "Suck my dick through them". For the next, I have no idea how many minutes he tells me what to do before he pulls his dick out and I swallow it. I guess it must have been an hour or so of me sucking him and him playing and eating my hole when he gets up and tells me to go wash my face, I look like a slut. He smiles and winks at me. He grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom, we're both a mess. He stands over the toilet and says "I'm not pissing in you tonight, I'll leave that for next time". We both rinse our mouths and freshen up a bit then head back into the room. He tells me to sit on the bed grabs his black pouch and says, It's time, holding up two rigs. I made these after I read your profile. Ready little Cuz? He slams me and says "Don't worry" After he sees my dick goes soft (fucking tina dick) "That's not what I want. Mine has a little more to make my dick harder and fatter for you" I watch him hit himself and sure enough it goes straight to his dick. I'm spinning, on fire. I want that cock in me. He gets on top of me. We start kissing, he tells me he needs my cunt, he's gotta be in my pussy. He grabs the lube lifts my legs to his shoulders and pushes his fat head into me. Oh my fucking god I keep repeating until he's balls deep. We kiss and stay still until my insides rearrange to his big cock. Once he starts he goes for force at me. Making me plead and beg for more. I have no idea how long we went but he didn't lie. He came in me 3 times before he left. All night he kept telling me his nasty little cousin had the best ass cunt he's had in a long time. We became great PNP buddies.

Taking in the news that Jack, my son, has gotten into the party scene… It feels like I just slammed again for the very first time. Hearing the rentman in the next room got lit with my boy and fucked him in LA last spring was jolting, like the whoosh of that first point, the sudden drop in your chest and feeling of whoa. Then realizing all the different avenues this opened up for the sex between us... that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of ecstasy. And now, like any slam rush, I am about to fuck the rentman senseless. But unlike topping after I have slammed, where I shove my cock up the nearest available and consenting hole without even bothering to lube it up, I am approaching rentman’s ass a little more thoughtfully. “Tell me.” I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, erection jutting forward. It takes rentman a few seconds to notice, transfixed as he was by the video of my boy getting spitroasted by two gorgeous black daddies he told me he found online, and who had become more than fuck buddies. And this video is transfixing. I almost lose my train of thought recalling the day Anthony told me about these guys. They were his west coast dads. I hadn’t met them yet - and with what rentman just told me, I understand why, these guys definitely like to party. They may have been the ones who got Jack lit the first time. But Jack had told me a lot about them. He had been vague on how they met. But he had been very detailed in other areas. The home cooked meals, and once a month, a trip to Roscoe’s in Hollywood for Chicken and Waffles. When he bought his car - an 84 El Camino he was determined to restore, they helped him find a good mechanic and a better body shop. The older one, Dave, even taught him how to do laundry the proper way, a lesson I had failed to impart despite repeated efforts over 18 years. And of course, they took him to the bathhouses and circuit parties. Judging by the dilated pupils I’m just now noticing Jack has in this, and probably other videos, they took him to plenty of other parties as well. I stare at these two beautiful Black men, each of them drilling my boy’s cunt, my boy screaming out in absolute perverted ecstasy, and my cock is painfully hard. I’m leaking so much precum it looks like I’m low key pissing. Feeling playful, and wanting to get rentman’s attention, I start helicoptering my dick, dousing him, myself, the bed and everything else in the immediate vicinity. He’s surprised at first, but I picked a good little pig to fuck tonight, and he’s on his knees licking it off his arms and my legs. He’s got that lustful look in his eye that you can only get when you’re high, a look that says ‘I’m using you to use me.’ It’s the kind of look I’ve given plenty of men, and plenty more have given me. It’s a look that makes my painfully erect cock bounce uncontrollably. Rentman sees my dick jerking on it’s own accord, and he actually whimpers. Like a puppy. There is nothing in the universe he wants, needs, more right now than to get pounded long and hard. Not oxygen. Not water. Not food or validation or respect. Just my cock. And more crystal. He crawls over on all fours, mirroring the video playing where Jack is crawling to the second Daddy - Derek - after being bred by Dave. Rentman starts sniffing and licking my cock, my balls, my taint, my hole. But I stop him “Tell me,” I repeat. And he’s puzzled for a second. I can see it click in his head. “Oh, you mean the kid in the video? He was so much fun. Insatiable little cum slut. I met him at a bathhouse called Flex. “ Oh I know Flex. Doesn’t surprise me in the least that my boy would like it there; the first time I went I said “this is my kinda trashy.” “Anyway, I was with a client, this doctor I fuck once a month. Dude flies me out there, loves getting fucked by me. Terrible lay though. Doesn’t know how to bottom and since he’s a doctor you can’t tell him anything. So I’m finishing with the Doctor, and I go outside to smoke a cigarette. I see this cute blond twink sucking a bunch of cocks around the hot tub. I sit and watch the show for a minute, but it gets broken up when the staff comes around - you’re not supposed to fuck in the water, apparently. Well, I swoop in immediately and invite him back to my room. One of the big ones with a big bed.” He takes a long hit off the bong, slowly exhales, blows a couple of smoke rings on my dick. “He laid down on the bed and turned the porn on, and then he looked at my reflection in the mirror - I don’t know why but I found that so hot - and asks me where the party’s at. I didn’t think anything of it, everyone gets high there, so I pulled out my bong and torch, told the kid to help himself. I had smoked plenty with the Doctor. The kid took 3 or 4 big rips and was flying. He got on all fours and started shaking his ass, wiggling it and licking his lips, still keeping eye contact through the reflection in the mirror.” He pauses for another rip off the bong. “I’ve never had someone ask me to eat their ass that way but it was such a fuckin turn on. So I fucked him for an hour or two, and then I had to leave to get to my next client. Gave him a couple of rocks and some G tho so I’m sure he stayed turnt that whole night. Where’d you find this video by the way? I love homemade porn, and I bet a bunch of my clients will as well.” Instead of answering his question, I said “show me.” I can hear the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice when he says “show you what? Mind if I take another hit?” The second question he asks as he’s in the process of taking a hit, he’s reached that point of being spun where he cannot begin to care about anything but his own dick and hole. I love a good rentman. “Show me how you fucked the boy in that video. Pretend I’m him. Fuck me just like you fucked him.” Rentman is amused but also turned on, I can see he’s going to comply. “Well, first thing then you’ll have to take a bunch of rips off the bong.” One, two, three, four major clouds later, I’m shaking with anticipation and the drugs. My heart is racing, my dick is bouncing, my asshole puckering, eager to be opened up by this stud and then fucked senseless. Just like I fuck Jack. Rentman stands up, puts his hand on my chest, and pushes me onto the bed. Wordlessly, he grabs my calves and pulls them up, getting me flat on my back. He sees the precum flowing freely from my cock, and dabs a finger on my dick head, drawing back a long strand he takes in his mouth and hungrily devours. He drops to his knees, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his hot breath in my crack, the scruff of his beard causing a little bit of friction that I find pleasurable, and leaving the musk of my asshole all over his face, which is a major turn on for both of us. And then I feel his tongue slowly licking my asshole. Lapping at it, the way a dog laps up some water. The way I lap at Jack’s hole. This goes on for 10 minutes or so, as he keeps feeding me shotguns, trying to get me as spun as humanly possible. After spitting on my hole one last time, He stands up, and repositions me so that the porn is behind him, “so you can watch” and he gestures to his phone. I make a quick decision. “Hold up a second.” I get up, and go to the bathroom. “Let’s do this right.” I open my toiletries case and pull out two syringes that I had preloaded, .5 each. I don’t party that often, and I slam even less, but after giving a great speech at a very lucrative conference and finding out that my boy is just as much of a meth craved cock whore as I am… Well, I knew this would be one of the nights where I go balls to the wall. I walk back out and rentman is taking more hits off the bong. He looks up, sees the syringes, and licks his lips, subconsciously echoing Jack’s invitation to lick his ass. “Can you admin yourself?” Rentman nods. I hand him the syringe, and he starts prepping his forearm with an alcohol wipe. I do the same. We pull the cap off the points simultaneously, but rentman quickly puts his back on, stands up and grabs his jockstrap, jeans and shirt. For a second I think he’s about to leave, but then he sets the phone down to record. Ah, he’s one of those guys I think to myself, and I decide to follow suit, as it were, putting my clothes back on too. Whenever I stumble across a slamming video, I think its so hot the way the guys take all their clothes off and start playing with their dicks almost immediately, no matter whether they are top bottom or side. Clearly rentman enjoys it too, and is one of the guys who gets dressed just so he can slam and get naked again. Thanks to rentman’s roided out body, his veins are huge and easy to hit. Mine are too, although that’s more from a lifetime of clearing the brush on the 2 acre lot my house sits on. Both of us insert our needles at the same time, his registers just a fraction of a second before mine does. We both push the plunger down, and I’m feeling the rush even before I pull the needle out. “Holy shit,” is all rentman says, as he starts coughing and taking off his clothes. “Fuck yeah” is all I say, through an even stronger cough. The warmth of the rush is almost overwhelming, as I rip my clothing off, literally ripping the shirt I had just put back on. “Come here.” Rentman’s voice has changed, lost all it’s playfulness and charm. Only lust and domination remain. I get on all fours and crawl to him, the same way he crawled to me, the same way Jack’s gonna be crawling to the both of us (I’ve already decided). “On your back. Spread those cheeks apart. Let me see that cunt.” I follow his instructions with enthusiasm. My asshole is puckering uncontrollably, begging for his cock, which is hard as steel and thicker than anything I’ve taken in a long, long time. “You want it like that kid? Well here you go.” He shoves his whole dick up my ass in one sudden thrust, and even though it’s painful, I take it in stride. I even look up at him and, feeling my playful side return, say “is it in?” Rentman gets a wicked smile across his face, right before lightly slapping me across the cheek. “Is it in? You tell me.” He starts thrusting wildly, slamming his dick into me over and over. I notice he’s matched the pace of the video, where Dave is once again fucking Jack. I’m in the same position as my boy is in the video, and I’m loving it almost as much as he is. My cock is rock hard and I start jacking it furiously while rentman continues his unrelenting assault on my ass. “Fuck oh yeah fuck me fuck that cunt give it to me fuck yes oh my god fuck me.” I can’t tell if it’s me saying this, Jack saying it in the video, or if I’m even saying it outloud, I’m that fucked up on the crystal. But except for the first night with Jack, this is the most intense sex I’ve had in years. Maybe because I’m pretending to be Jack. I don’t bottom very often, and Jack hasn’t even mentioned the possibility of me topping him - something I’ve been meaning to ask him because he clearly knows how to top, and from the videos and webcams I’ve watched, he enjoys it. “Yeah you like that big fat dick slamming in you? Dirty meth whore. You should fly us out to LA and we can take turn on that kid. I bet he’d love to get DP’d by the two of us.” Sweat is pouring off his forehead and chest, it feels like rain washing over me, and I’m just as thoroughly sweaty. Both of us are close to cumming. Rentman quickens his pace, I can feel his cock somehow get harder and harder in my hole. My own dick is covered in precum, and I’m jerking it in pace with rentmant’s powerful thrusts. “We don’t need to go to LA. He’s only an hour away,” I say, keeping eye contact with rentman as his orgasm continues to build. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” “Because he’s my son, and you and I are going back to my house to get him high and fuck him senseless.” It’s enough to send rentman over the edge, as he busts a huge nut in my hole, I can feel 10, 12 spurts of his cum hitting inside me. That, in turn, sends me over the edge, and I shoot an equally large load all over his chest, my stomach, my face, a few arcs even hitting the TV, where Jack has just shot his own load all over himself. The two Black daddies in the video are panting just as hard as rentman and me. I point to the screen, ask rentman if he knows either guy - there’s a tiny snippet at the very end where they both show their faces. “Oh shit that’s Derek and Dave. Yeah I know them. They used to be porn actors before starting their own studio. I’ve actually done a couple of scenes for them.” My face breaks out into a smile of unrestrained deviance. “Get them on the phone.”

Part 31 Watching Kevin approach the bed with two liquid-filled syringes in his hand I listened as Drew explained to me and my son how this was going to be done. "Okay, Jer," he stated in a husky voice, "we're going to give you your slam first. You already know what to expect and how fucking great the rush feels when it hits you." "Fuck yeah I do!" Jeremy answered eagerly. Still talking to Jeremy but looking in my face Drew continued. "As soon as the waves hit you we're going to give Daddy, I mean your dad, his slam. As soon as it hits him he's going to push his cock inside your spasming ass. That will give your ass a jolt like you can't imagine and your ass is going to suck your dad's cock balls deep in you so you'll both feel hornier than ever together at the same time. Okay?" he asked us both. Jeremy didn't hesitate to let us know he was ready and I nodded excitedly at Drew. I watched Kevin fasten the belt around Jeremy's arm as I'd seen him do not too long ago on the computer. I was so engrossed in watching Kevin and Jeremy I was startled when Ryan took my left arm and began tying it off. He grinned at my astonished look and said, "Want to get you set for your slam stud so we can give it to you as soon as Jeremy feels his." I nodded my understanding and watched him mirror what Kevin was doing to my son. I saw both needles inserted to our respective veins then both syringes filling with our blood and mixing with the contents of the glass tubes. Then Kevin said, "Here it comes boy," as he pushed the plunger all the way down sending more of the liquified drug into Jeremy's system, while Ryan held mine steady until it was time. Just as before I saw Jeremy shudder and arch his back and heard him gasping for air as he was wracked with a series of powerful coughs. Then Jeremy began writhing on the bed, moving his hands all over his muscled torso, and we all heard a primal growl start in his throat and build quickly. At that point I was no longer able to watch the slam's progression on my boy as I heard Kevin say, "Do it," and I stared as Ryan gave me my first slam. Just as I was thinking I wasn't feeling anything, then WHAM! My head snapped backwards, my head and heart were pounding loud and hard, I felt a tightening in my chest and an almost deafening roaring in my ears. My body started shivering and convulsing and I was sure I was having a fatal heart attack. Deep coughs began in tandem with all of these things then it seemed my mind went silent. I was vaguely aware of two things: I could hear Jeremy still coughing as if from a distance, and my whole psyche and being were fixated on the need to have all the hot sweaty raw nasty sex I could. As I felt that need rapidly growing I heard Drew beside me saying what I ached to hear. "Now, Daddy Justin," he whispered even as he took hold of my throbbing cock. "Fuck your son! Slide your dirty cheating incestuous daddy dick inside Jeremy's fucking ass! Fuck him until you breed him stud!" With those words he let loose of my raging shaft as it pressed against Jeremy's burning 19 year-old hole and and was almost sucked into his flexing fuck chute! Jeremy's ass was still convulsing and spasming as I slid deeper and deeper into the warm wet for*idden places no father's cock is ever supposed to enter - my own son's ass! Tighter than any of the other three asses I'd been in today and more satisfying than I could have imagined. And more erotic because of the fact that it WAS my son I now had my bare cock buried in, something society called wrong and evil and despicable. I didn't give a damn what society said - this felt too good. Fucking my jock son Jeremy's cum-filled ass with the cock that had fucked him into existence. My head started to clear and I became aware of Jeremy's hands clawing at my back, his strong legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and his raspy voice crying out, "OH FUCK YESSS! Fuck me dad! Gawd you feel so fucking good in my ass! Pound me! Fuck me! Fill me up with your cum! Fucking do it!!" Bellowing in raw lust-filled carnality, I began fucking in and out of the hole impaled on my dick. We were both spewing profanity and vulgarity as our moans echoed around the room. Too soon, I felt my orgasm ready to explode. Suddenly I knew I wanted to be looking into Jeremy's eyes when I started to breed him with my incestuous cum. I caught Drew's eye and managed to moan out, "The blindfold. Take it off! I want him to see my face when I cum in him! Now! Do it! I'm about to cum!" As I slammed home one final time into my hot son's cum hungry hole and I felt the first eruption of my seed blasting from my piss slit, Drew grabbed the blindfold and yanked it off and I was looking deep into Jeremy's confused horny face as I cried out, "Take your dad's cum, son!" (to be continued)

10. Clean up, kid. I like it dirty, but not literally. 9. Call me a traditionalist, but I like my boyholes plucked and shaved. 8. Condoms? Your neighbor sports a perfect bubble and will give it to me bare. 7. So it hurts a bit in the beginning? It's supposed to, boy. 6. No, I'm not slowing down. Hit the poppers and take it like a pro. 5. Doggy, missionary, sideways? I like'em all and you'll give up your ass any way I like it. 4. I'm fucking you and you're telling me you want a gangbang. Tell me why you should be thinking about other cocks right now. 3. Don't tell me where to dump my load. It's going up your ass and you knew that when we started. 2. Do I want you to cum? Haven't thought about it but now that you mention it: No. 1. Ah... You cleaned my cock! I'm definitely coming back, slut.

Chapter 10: It's Showtime! The show began, and the nerd explained he had a special guest. He said i think youll like him, especially his cock, which even i havent seen outside of his jock. The camera then focused on Marc's jock. Before the session started, the nerd added a few drops of water to Marc's jock to look like pre cum. The nerd said looks like he's excited just like you are. The offer of tokens started rolling in whem Marc rubbed the wet spot with a finger and moved it towards his mouth. They had agreed no faces, so Marc just said yum, tasty! He knew how to work it! Unknown to the nerd, Marc and I have done cam shows of our toxic breedings. Those sessions were HIGHLY verbal in nature. Marc knew that was a way to collect tokens quite quickly! The nerd started by slowly exposing his beautiful cock, and then he turned it over to Marc who milked it to earn tokens just as hard as he would soon be milking his cock! Marc didn't wait long before suggesting the two stroke the others cocks. The nerd said it would take a private show for that. He said that if enough interest, they would do a semi private show for any and all that offered a minimum amount if tokens! The requests started rolling in. The nerd kept raising the minimum " buy in" and only a few dropped out. He reminded the audience he would be splitting the tokens with me, so pony up if you want to see two guy stroking the others cock! Of course I chimed in asking to see their holes. The nerd agreed but said that would be an exclusive show, and the bidding was now open! There was quite the interest, and I had to bid more than I cared to, but I had to see the nerds pucker that would hopefully eventually taking Marc's charged seed and giving Marc his first son! I knew it would take time and patience, but somehow we would make it happen! I ended up winning the bid to see their hopes in a private show. I instructed the nerd to lube up a finger and insert it in Marc's hole. He was hesitant, however Marc convinced him too. The lube was somewhat of a joke, but the nerd didn't know that. Not only did he stick a finger in, he started to finger fuck Marc! To my suprise, the nerd said he'd never had anything up his ass but for the right amount of tokens, he'd let Marc slip a finger in his ass. I knew that this wasn't going to be cheap, but knew Marc would hate me if I didn't pay up, so I did! The nerd moaned with pleasure as Marc put a finger up his pink pucker. He started the nerd in doggy style, but once he was ready to add a second finger, Marc got the nerd on his back and told him to stroke his cock. Marc started with just one finger, but as the nerd started jerking faster, Marc started pumping 2 fingers in the nerds ass. The nerd was in pure heaven, and shot a massive load. The nerd told me that was a free bonus for me. I told the nerd I'd love to join the two of them for a session, laying between the 2 of them and stroking both their cocks. The nerd said he was about to go back to his open channel and would mention that idea. Once the nerd got back on the open Chanel he focused on the thick creamy load on his stomach, teasing his audience by saying you never know what happens in private sessions, but this was the best he's ever had! With that he mentioned the idea of me joining the two of them in a mutual session. The idea was a hit with his audience! He promised there would be another semi private show, and hopefully 3 times the cum!

I have great sexual memories from all over the country. I always travel with potential sex play as part of the equation. Here are some highlights from my sexpig life so far. Palm Springs: CCBC, Always stayed for Palm Springs Leather Pride and was immersed in a week of sexual use from waking to sleeping. I could get used til I was exhausted at like 3am, crawl into bed, ass gaped nd leaking, sleep hard and deep for 5 hours, wake up, stumble out of my room and into a sling and continue the public promiscuous play. SF: Folsom St. Far: cock hanging out in public, getting fucked and fisted in public and solid night time sex parties for several days, including a CumUnion party i was so used at the by the last of the 33 guys t use me, i was so gaped, the top jerked off inside my ass. The cum and lube leaked thru my clothing and left a wet spot on the seat of my Uber. I was pig proud Cleveland OH: CLAW: Every year I have attended has been amazing, both in sexual use and the guys I have met. I have also gotten to be the demo bottom for the Fisting Basis class for multiple years (which I do with the same instructor at Pig Week), a demo guy for the sounding class, and given my own seminar on the Power and Philosophy of Promiscuous Living. Being a high use service mare at 2023 Horse Market was a huge highlight for this pig. NYC: Cock Bar: In addition to solid sex play hookups, my most recent visit included getting fisted in front of patrons at the Cock Bar by one of the dancers. I went on to orally service him and another dancer and have sex with multiple patrons in the main bar and the bathrooms.. These are my people Atlanta GA: Home: so many great memories here even before I moved here. One highlight is chronicled on this site by another member who watched the heavy use I endured and indulged in at a CumUnion. At the most recent Atlanta Dominion BDSM party, in addition to being fucked and fisted openly by guys, I was sounded and then cathed by an real life EMT in medical gear, while i was enjoying the pleasure of that, he slid his fist in me and I was in the Pleasure stratosphere. Orlando FL: I lived in Orlando and never wanted for sexual use. My highlights range from heavy use at Club Orlando bathhouse to the point i was late meeting friend for dinner because I couldn't say no to guys still wanting to use me, and I'd been there all day playing to the blow out fisting party my husband arranged on our trip last week to ensure i was fully sexed to the max. Having sex with a housekeeping Cast Member is also a huge highlight. Only happened once but I would welcome it again any time. Fort Lauderdale FL: Grew up here. Always attend the 10-day sex marathon that is Pig Week. So many highlights here...from filming as one of the porn star for the gangBang Lottery, to being kept poppered up at a sex party by one guy while others took turns in me til i just hung open so wide i had to sleep in a diaper that night so much cum an lube was leaking out of me, to being in a public fisting chain at one of the parties to being on my back on a low stage at the psycho circus party, lubed up, poppered up and a throng of guys gathered around watching us power bottoms taking hours of use and waiting turns to play in us so tat my ass was never without a hand or penis in it (sometimes both at once) for more than a few seconds)...

I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.

Hooked up with the scrawny white trash boy last night after work. Had been messaging in the morning and he wanted it before he went into work, but I couldn't. He was mid 20s, inked, nice sized uncut cock, verse, open to raw, said he was neg. I told him after work could work for me. He lives in a pretty trashy part of Richardson, northeast of me and I was kind of leery going to his place. I was horned up at the end of the day and messaged him saying I was down, he was too. Headed to his place and when I got their he was outside saying his roommate was home and needed to fuck outside, in a car, or something. He said there was a safe place nearby we could walk to he'd used before and I was kinda worried I was gonna get jumped, but went for it. It was an empty overgrown lot, no way anyone could see us. Clearly he's done this before and I'm guessing he's taken more than a few cocks. We both undid our pants and started jerking each others cocks and he let out a "damn" looking at mine remarking at how thick and big it was. He asked if I wanted to take him first and I said I was and braced myself against a wall with my ass to him. I could feel his spit hitting my ass and felt his cock head against my ass as he entered me raw. I had no problem taking him and he got a nice rhythm going, saying nothing as he fucked me. I told him how good his dick felt and that I wanted his load bad. He said nothing and kept stroking, soon enough letting out a muffled groan as he unloaded inside me. He slid out and let out a "guess it's my turn" with a half laugh, taking his place against the wall and telling me to take it easy. He clearly was open to raw as he said, not asking about condoms or pulling out to cum and I can only guess he gladly lets guys breed him raw. I spat on his ass and my cock and started forcing it in him and could hear him hiss and groan as I did, cursing and saying how big my cock was, but truthfully it didn't seem like his ass offered much resistance. If I had to guess he'd probably taken cock recently and soon enough I was balls deep in him, stroking pretty hard as he moaned. A couple times he asked if I was gonna cum inside him, which was weird. I said I was and I wasn't sure if he didn't want it that way or it was his way of asking if I was close. I wasn't about to say I was going to cum and instead shot my load in him saying nothing. He let out an excited "damn" as I came, so clearly he could feel it. I was kind of flattered and asked him "you like that boy?" and he said he did and that it felt good. I told him there was more where that came from and kept stroking inside him. If he didn't want my seed inside him it was too late as I was churning it deep inside him now. He was now moaning about how bad he wanted it and I loved that this dirty little slut was desperate for my load. I had no idea if he was gay, straight, or what. There was no gay look or feel about him, yet here he was taking cock raw, letting me breed him. I blasted my second load in him and he said he was about to cum again and asked if I wanted to suck him off or get fucked. Trashy boys like him usually have nasty tasting cum, so I told him to fuck me and he had me up against the wall frantically fucking me, but not lasting long before he shot in me again. I was absentmindedly looking around and could see empty beer cans, liquor bottles, underpants, and drug paraphernalia and could tell this place is regularly used to fuck. I'm guessing this boy has been bent over and bred more than a few times here, getting bred by random guys. Honestly, it kind of turned me on as I've hooked up with guys in places like this before. He slid out and pulled his shorts up saying he was done and thanking me. I did the same and said it was fun and that I was down to do it again. He apologized and admitted his roommate doesn't know he hooks up with guys but was glad I was cool to do it here. We worked our way back out and it was the awkward parting, no kiss or gay shit like that. I just said to message me again when he wanted to hook up.

I'd rather call it "affectionate reinforcement". When a bottom holds the concept of degradation* close to his heart/mind, it's often a mirror image of his true self he's actually referencing. The bottom loves submission, he loves himself for his submissive bent, loves his sexual Lusts, and - for want of a better word - calls it degrading or humiliating. A perceptive Top can either "go along" with the degrading mind-fuck, or work the sub's Lusts - whether voracious or ethereal - as a positive, fulfilling, self-realization experience rather than something degrading or humiliating. There's an old saying amongst those who structure their lives in harmony with the Leather Ethic: Don't tear a boy down, in order to rebuild him according to one's wishes, start with what is, and build a boy up to his potential. Enable every part of the innate submission, and in a positive, reinforcing manner. *I'm not referencing a classic B/d S/m scene, which requires a negotiation, all of that ...

The way I see it, it's the TOPS responsibility to open the Hole properly. The bottom has to be willing, of course - but the delightful work is the Top's job.

Drew was a good friend of Jake's, who was having his 21st birthday bash. The thing was Drew was straight whereas Jake was gay and had mostly gay friends. Not that Drew believed it would matter for a birthday party. His choice of venue was nice: a good-sized room above a pub, where drinks flowed freely and the music was good. There was about 7 men in the room including Drew and Jake. One person who caught Drew's eye was a slightly older guy sporting a short-sleeved top that exposed a tattoo of a scorpion that had been inked high up on his left arm. After going around chatting to the party members, he soon learned he was the only straight attendee. Nevertheless Drew was enjoying himself with the drinks free-flowing. He discovered that Gus, the tattooed, slightly older gentleman ran a business offering strippers for parties. Then to Drew's surprise he told him he'd organised the entertainment for Jake's party. Knowing Jake's proclivities, Drew knew his luck wasn't in with female strippers, he hoped he'd cope with what was soon to happen as Gus left to usher in the male stripper. With a big fanfare, a very large black man appeared dressed as a boxer with rippling muscles. Music began and he removed his cape to reveal a well-toned body, in under a minute the boxer shorts had also been divested revealing his enormous manhood, not only was it extremely long but with a tremendous girth. Gus seemed to nod to the stripper in the direction of Drew. As the stripper approached, he whirled his dick round and round. It grew even bigger, but Drew waved him away and he gave his attention to the other guests, but did comment “later then?” As he went round the guests, they manhandled him, stroking his huge cock. When we offered it to the birthday boy Jake, he took as much of it into his mouth as he could and started to suck it. Drew was beginning to feel very uncomfortable and regretting attending this party, even though he was a good friend of Jake's. After a couple of minutes, the stripper pulled out and went round the others squirting foam cream on his dick and enticing each in turn to suck the cream off his cock. His enormous dick now upright glistened with the saliva from several blowjobs! He cam back to Drew, sprayed cream on his dick and offered it to him. Drew hesitated partly though his being a bit more uninhibited following maybe one too many drinks and also a certain peer pressure. Nevertheless, he did once again dissuade the stripper and got him to move on. He noticed Gus watching him intensely as this temptation happened. The event proceeded with the arrival of the birthday cake, all covered in thick whipped cream. Gus cut pieces for all the guests, clearly he was truly responsible for the smooth running of the occasion. They all had a piece and then toasted Jake's birthday. Drew somewhat slurred his words, but that didn't matter, things were going well. With the Dutch courage Drew now had, he questioned Gus about there only being one stripper and Gus admitted there were indeed two and he was the other. At that he started dancing and shedding his clothes, with rapturous applause from the other guests all clapping to the beat and his movements as he stripped naked. Even Drew although avoiding clapping, found himself eyeing Gus' body and his cock began to stir in his trousers. After quite a performance, Gus stopped his dancing and placed his cock in the cake, smothering it with the whipped cream. He offered it to Drew, Drew disinclined to accept as before, but Gus remained more insistent. “You know you want it, that tent peg in your pants proclaim your desire. With Drew's cock betraying him, he opened his mouth and started to devour Gus' cock. The rest of the assembled group, all cheered and clapped at Drew's blowjob, it went on much longer than Jake's special treat with the other stripper. Gagging and choking over Gus' meat as he pushed it in more. Drew continued choking and sputtering. With Gus' cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. Drew's hardon swelled as he as he gagged over Gus' cock. And Gus yanked down Drew's pants for all to see. "Oh shit baby, I'm going to nut." Gus moaned. The thrusts increased and his organ throbbed. Gus's massive balls were smacking Drew's head and his breathing erratic. The fingers curled round Drew's hair and he grunted. No, no no! It was swelling in his mouth. A massive rope of come shot down Drew's throat A second and third spurt followed with the same density. On the fourth fifth and sixth he began to pull out and it landed on his tongue. The sweet taste and saltiness was overwhelming. Not to stop this moment. Gus offered Drew a sniff of poppers, which he inhaled strongly. Gus beckoned the other stripper over for the main party piece! Something hot, hard and unnaturally sized was pressed up against Drew. He could feel it wiggling against his arse. Gus whispered, "just enjoy it." Drew looked over his shoulder to see the other stripper's massive cock rubbing against him. His grinding increased it was truly monster sized but it had beautiful thick veins, soft smooth skin and an angry red head. He angled himself so he was thrusting at Drew's crack. Then Drew felt him being pinned down. Four of the other guests, held Drew down, each taking a wrist or ankle to keep him from squirming away. Gus gave Drew poppers to inhale The poking continued. Then Drew felt it against his hole. The head pressed against it, testing it. He could feel it strain as he pushed to get access. He shifted his hips and aimed his massive weapon right at his virgin hole. Drew could feel the warm tip brushing against his sphincter. Drew felt more pressure as his massive thing tried to get inside. Hands were holding him so tight Drew was scared he was going to snap then all he felt was pain. It was going in, slowly one inch at a time a man's dick starting to enter him. "Hush baby, only halfway." Gus cooed. Halfway, halfway!? This thing was only halfway inside of me? Oh Jesus no, this was not durable. “No I can't take it! "Pull out! PULL OUT!" Drew screamed. But the stripper just grabbed Drew's hips and pushed hard until Drew had taken every last inch. "No more, please I can't do this. It's too much!" Drew cried. Drew felt wet inside. His massive girth was rubbing deep inside pressing against Drew's insides getting slick with something. It couldn't have been spit or precum?. There was a powerful thrust and Drew yelped. . He took this as motivation and began really hammering home. The thrusts changed their angle and Drew began to feel pleasure. He did it again and Drew felt his own cock start to grow. Drew's hard cock was bouncing along to the sodomy. He was getting fucked and Drew was hard. He sniffed the poppers hard as it helped him. Seeing how Drew was responding, one of the group who was restraining Drew released his grip and offered his dick to Drew's opened mouth, dripping with Gus' cum. Drew's mouth was stuffed with his cock. Drew was now being drilled at both ends. Drew was again choking and sputtering as the cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. He too splattered his cum deep inside Drew's throat. As Drew felt the taste, smell and cock driving into him and it was all too much. Drew's entire body shook as he was hit with his strongest orgasm. He screamed out as he shot his thick white load all over one of those still holding him. The man smiled at Drew then got up and walked over to Jake, who he noticed to his shock was filming it all with his mobile camera. Drew was horrified. But a combination of the lovely smile Jake gave him and his general sexual tension and inebriation meant Drew dismissed the filming and carried on with his intercourse, as another of the invitees shoved his cock into Drew's mouth to receive Drew's attention. Drew's tormented pleasure somewhat changed; the stripper was fucking with less rhythm, his thrusts deep and painful, his breathing ragged and he was coated in sweat. He was clearly close to cumming. He grabbed Drew's waist and spun him around on his dick. The blood provided ample lubricant because there was a slick sound as he spun like a top. Drew could now see the stripper plunging his huge dick in and out of his hole. “Stop, please not inside”, Drew begged. "I love breeding virgins." He panted. "No stop!" He was fucking too hard. Drew's entire body was shaking and breathing came out broken in time with his rapid thrusts. Just then the thrusts stopped. The cock buried itself as deep as it would go and began twitching. Drew's eyes widened as the reality took over. His straight ass had just finished off a man. He was being bred. "Nooo!", Drew cried. "Yes!" He replied. He could feel it convulsing. Then he could feel something warm soaking his insides. His cum just kept shooting inside Drew squirmed to the left then right, trying to push out the oversized cock but it wouldn't stop. He was growling, body flexed as the stripper held him with his dick. He could feel some of it dripping out. It seemed impossible. Cum was shooting inside him as well as pouring out. He looked over to see Gus, positioning himself to take over from the other stripper to breed his hole again. But I'm worried he's cum inside without a condom. “Don't worry”, Gus replied, “it's okay, he's the same status as me”. Not only did Gus breed Drew, but then the other four guests took their turns to unload inside him. Finally, Jake came over to have his turn, passing his camera over to Gus to complete the filming. “This is the best ever birthday present”, Jake exclaimed as he pushed his cock in. “But isn't it risky?” Drew asked anxiously. “But we've all been on prep the last couple of years”, Jake said misleadingly. For not only had they stopped taking them in time to be detectable again, but he had hired the two positive strippers to breed Drew. “Thanks for the gift”, Jake said, “let me give you mine now.” As he squirted his poz load deep within.

First story. Semi-autobiographical. I must have been sitting outside the house for a good hour while I gathered my nerves. I told them I'd show up at 10 but I always preferred to make it there early to steel myself before heading in. This was a fantasy I had dreamed of all of my life and wanted to be absolutely sure I was going to follow through with it. About 20 minutes ago I had dropped a blotter and was waiting for the warmth to kick in. I always loved sex on hallucinogens because it created a primal connection between us like early homo sapiens fucking beside a low flame on the Sahara. Two apes gathering for a ritual of love forever bonding them to each other. The couple who owned the house I had played with several times. Doyle and Jim, two white daddies in their 60's, recently retired so they had the time on their hands to throw some pretty wild parties. Never more than 4-5 of us but I think I had made a good impression with them as a reliable hole who knew how to have a good time. I myself was 30 and slim with and pretty heavily tattooed. In my pretend life I had always come across as a confident, assertive leader-type but that was just the mask I wore while the doors were open. My true self was a meek submissive pig who was ready to comply to any dominate male and whatever twisted force they wanted to inflict on me. Doyle and Jim caught on to this immediately during our first encounter after a passionate night in their playroom that bled into the next sundown. After our last encounter, my head spinning from the weed and tina, I confessed that my dream was to be absolutely ravaged by as many men as possible only to be left on the floor a quivering lump of flesh. They told me that they would see what they could do but something on that scale did not always work out. It took weeks of planning to confirm a schedule but finally Jim texted me and said that they had gathered a decent amount of friends they knew in the scene that would be interested. The warmth I had be awaiting started to creep through my muscles and I knew it was time. I sent my text and started to walk towards the door. Doyle answered in his harness and jock and greeted me with a soft kiss on the lips. "Good to see you. Come on in!" We made our way to the living room where Jim was sitting in his jock on the couch messaging someone on his phone. I assumed he was confirming the night to their friends and saying the hole had arrived. He shot me a big smile and patted the floor to invite me over. I dropped my backpack and made my way to my spot by his leg. He rustled my hair and gave me a peck on the forehead and resumed using his phone. I started to feel myself manually breathe as the warmth overtook me head to toe while he ran his fingers across my back. Each swipe reaching down into me more and more. Doyle returned to the floor with some cocktails and sat on the other side of us, also rubbing my back. "Do you want to get changed or do you want to relax for a bit?" "How about both?" "Ok, you know the way, first door down the hall" I retrieved my backpack and made my way to the bathroom. The light started to play with my eyes and was dimming and brightening without any discernable pattern. I closed the door and undressed, feeling my hands against my own skin and slowly dragging my nails down my chest. I was unleashing something deep within me and was no longer nervous. I slipped into my black leather jock and fitted my harness tightly. I can't recall how long I spent but I became lost in the mirror making sure I was ready from every angle. the 3" plug I had inserted earlier was in place to be sure my butt was wide open from the get go. I debated taking it out but I decided to leave that honor to someone else. "Everything ok in there?" Jim asked through the door? Time had was definitely not in my control anymore. I made my way back to my spot on the floor, where a pet sits patiently waiting for orders, and quickly finished my cocktail. "First guy won't be here for another 30 minutes. How about we head downstairs and get started" said Doyle as he helped me up from the floor and began leading me to the basement. Jim followed closely grabbing my ass and tapping his fingers against the buttplug. A makeshift bedroom was the first point of entry, bed, TV, small refrigerator. They were generous hosts and always wanted men to feel welcome if they needed to stay a while and sleep off any effects from the night before. Past that was was the playroom though. A dim red light covered it like an autumn twilight. Two slings, a bench, toy chest, and a TV were included. All niceties ceased the second I crossed the threshold. Jim, forcibly pushed me to my knees to the right-side of the door. My face was merely inches from his bulging crotch. My vacation as a human being had ended and my life as a fuck-pet had begun. "Wanna go get some ice ready while I get us warmed up?" Jim said to Doyle who left for a side room. He then gently grabbed my hair and began pushing me into his pouch. My tongue lapped out and began to soak the fabric in my spit. "Hmmmmm. You're a hungry little faggot tonight, eh?" I could only respond by salivating more across his jock and gently cooing. He pulled his jock aside, knowing what I really wanted. In my state it's difficult to describe but Jim had one of the largest ballsack I had ever had the pleasure of feasting on. Each nut was about the size of a tangerine and he always seemed filled to the brim with cum which he had generously emptied into my cavity on numerous occasions. His cock was a decent sized uncut 6" which was generously girthy but it was those massive testicles that made me enamored with him and he knew it. Lights continued playing me with me and I could feel his musk radiate out from him as I slobbered over his nuts and felt his cock grow while brushing against my forehead. The air changed in the room as Doyle returned with the glass cock. He pressed his crotch against the back of my head as I heard the butane light flick on. All sustenance I needed in the world remained in those nuts. I would not want for food or drink as long as I had a supply of Man-seed to sustain me. I was a subhuman pile of pity who only needed to be flooded with liquid love to continue my paltry existence. "Look up at me" one of them said. Voices and frame had started to slip from view as one of them raised my chin and pressed the pipe between my lips. "Inhale" I heard and began to bring the bitter air into my lungs. I held for an unknown amount of time while I heard the liter flick again above me. The rush of chemicals flowed through me as I let out a hypnotic looking cloud of smoke. I gazed for a moment before Jim brought me back to reality with a sharp slap. "Pay attention and suck my cock faggot!" I immediately followed his instruction and brought his dick into my mouth. Making sure to run my tongue underneath his foreskin. Between the two of them Jim was the alpha and Doyle was the more gentle. Doyle's emerging penis grazed past my cheek as I sucked on his husband. He was a bit more endowed but not as thick. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the veins of his shaft forming mountain ranges and he was already beginning to leak as a small droplet sparkled from the tip of his piss hole. This went on for sometime as I heard them passionately kissing above me. Droplets of spittle splashed my face like rain and I was lost in my sense of duty as a worthless pig, eager to have these two men treat my holes as a palace of worship for their engorged meat. Some time passed and Doyle hoisted me up by my armpits and guided me over to the bench. The leather felt good in the ever increasing heat of passion in the room as I pressed my face against it. "Looks like a big one he's got in there" Jim said and he began again slapping the end of my plug. Slowly twisting it inside me. Doyle laid his body against my back and lowered his full weight over me. "Last chance to back out..." I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I want it" Doyle opened his mouth and ran his tongue alongside my cheek in agreement. Jim had stepped in front of me and again pressed the glass pipe to my lips. "Inhale, pig". I sucked down the foul air as Doyle began removing my plug slowly. It plopped and my gaping hole felt a cool breeze that I sensed as one of the last moments of chill I would be experiencing for a while. He dropped the plug somewhere and I heard it's heavy thud against the floor while Jim against started slowly fucking my mouth. Doyle behind me began exploring my open fuckhole with his tongue and all at once I felt like some scared prey between two dominate predators. Ready to be torn apart at a moments notice. The room had begun to spin. A chime of a phone alerted me back to the present. Without removing his cock from my mouth Jim reached over to glance at it. Doyle continued to kiss my gaping asshole like it was my own lips. "Keep getting him ready. The first guy just showed up" Jim said as his penis pulled from my mouth. He exited the room and Doyle raised up. "You're going to make some very horny men very happy tonight, pig." to be continued...

Jackson—December, 2022 It was a Monday, just before the middle of the month. I had all the time in the world. I’d made my reservations for my holiday drive to New Jersey to see my brother. (For the first time since Covid hit.) I had even started packing—and I wasn’t leaving for a few days yet. What I needed to do was get my balls emptied before the trip. I decided to go to the bookstore with the new remodel. I packed a lunch and arrived right around noon… There is a decent crowd. I cruise each area—and there is a man watching porn at each station. I hear a couple having oral sex behind the drape of one of the curtained cubicles. I sit where I can see a straight, gay and trans screen all at the same time. In moments I have a man with thinning gray hair on my dick. He seems to love the head of my cock. I use my hand to guide him down the shaft. He chokes—but is totally turned on by it. He does it again and again, without any help from me. I see a short man approach us. He has just a fringe of brown hair around the sides of his head. He takes out his cock as he sees me getting sucked. I hunker down in the chair, reach for his thick dick and guide it into my mouth. He sighs as I mimic what the other guy is doing to my cock. Bald Man pulls out of my mouth with a “I don’t want to cum yet.” The guy sucking me thinks I must have said it, so he gets up and moves back to his chair. I use the break to go piss. I wander back and sit in the same chair. Everyone seems to have gone to the trans or gay areas. I sit and stroke a little. Just as I’m ready to see what is going on at the other end of the room, I hear the front door open. I sit back down. The new arrival sits across from me. He is a good deal younger anyone else here today. Late 30’s to early 40’s. Hair has thinned—but has a great beard. He can’t take his eyes off my dick. I smile. He smiles. He wastes no more time. He gets up and kneels between my splayed legs. He devours my dick. Damn, it’s technically the same actions, but this guy is so much better than the one before. I groan, letting him know how good it feels. He goes for my balls, too. Then back to up and down the shaft. Finally, he pulls off. “You fuck with that thing?” I nod. He moves to let me stand. His shoes are kicked off and jeans are dropped on them. He bends, supporting himself on the seat of the chair. I kneel behind his hairy ass. My tongue finds his hole. I go to caress his balls as I burrow in. There aren’t any. Well, fuck. There’s no dick either. My cock leaks cum as I realize I’m rimming a Transman. It’s been almost 10 years since I made the Trans porn—and I have always wanted to meet someone again. And here I am, about to sink my dick into him. I stand up. I aim for the front hole and bury myself inside. “Soooo big,” he croons. “Fuck me with that big dick.” This brings Bald Man back. He sees me fucking. “Let him suck you,” I bark out. Seeing two dicks fuck into two holes makes me pump faster. Suddenly Bald Man pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the chair. My guy stands up, pulling me out. It’s just as well, I have been having to do pretty deep knee bends to stay in him. I suggest we use the exam table in the other room. He grabs his clothes. I don’t bother trying to cover my throbbing cock—and we both walk half naked to the other end of the play area. “I love playing in public,” he tells me enroute. I agree. “I’m Kyle, by the way.” I murmur mine. At the table, the rest of his clothes come off, revealing a very hairy chest. I help get his feet in the exam stirrups. Then I kneel and find his T-cock. My mouth is very busy. “Eat me out, daddy.” I do, using every trick I know. I occasionally dip down to lick his front hole, too. Then back up. The grey-haired guy, who had sucked me earlier, comes over to watch. It takes him a moment to figure it all out—and then his cock erects for the first time that day. He strokes to me giving him oral. He really beats his meat as I stand up to fuck. This position is so much better for both of us. Kyle’s gruff voice eggs me on. “Fuck me hard, no mercy.” He reaches for the Grey-haired guy’s dick to suck it. Instead, with a big groan, the guy shoots, splattering it on the floor to the side of us. Bald Man comes in, just at that moment. He may have shot 20 minutes ago, but he is still hard. He comes over and happily gives Kyle a cock to suck as I fuck his front hole. “You want a turn here?” I ask Bald Man. He nods. We switch places. “You going to give me another load?” Kyle pants out. “Gonna try!” He fucks with quick, shallow strokes. I will him to shoot—I really want to felch his load. My cock is being sucked by Kyle. “Keeping daddy hard,” he mumbles around my fleshy mass. Bald Man pulls out. “I can’t. I have nothing left.” I kneel and clean his cock. Then I stick my tongue deep into Kyle’s front hole. I lap for a long time, then I stand and fuck. “Load me.” I want to. And I wish he hadn’t said it—as my impending orgasm recedes. I go to my knees. I suck his T-cock. “That is going to make me cum. I’m a squirter, so you better move fast…” I just keep going. I have seen so much squirt porn and have never found someone in real life who does it. I don’t move. Kyle’s body bucks and he’s there. Fluid is flying into my mouth. Lots of it. As big as a small piss load. Kyle groans. I keep going. Mouthing the wet T-cock. “Daddy, I’m gonna do it again…” And he does. In my mouth. On my face. In my beard. Some even makes it to the floor. I stop stroking and let it pour off my chin. I stand and fuck some more, hoping this might take me over the edge. So close, but not quite. Soon, Kyle has to leave. He’s incredibly sorry he can’t stay for my load, but he’s out of time. He’s just here on a work break. We exchange numbers. The rest of my time there is totally overshadowed by Kyle. Did I get off with someone? I have no idea. I do know that I have checked off another item on my sexual bucket list. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: My Bucket List Gets Smaller (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 26, 2023

My last few loads where Tuesday and Wednesday of last week. Went to my boyfriend's house on Tuesday and he gave me his load and I gave him my 5 day load while a buddy of our with a beer can cock was deep in my ass. Later on at night I had a latino daddy with a big uncut cock fuck me and while I was riding him he breed me deep. He loves my ass and wants to breed it again. The Wednesday morning had a red hair bear come over and he breed me with his uncut cock while on his way to work. Then later on that day I had another latino daddy with a uncut cock breed me ass. He asked me if I wanted daddy's load and of course I said yes.

Just remind him that he only has value when he has sperm inside his hole.

I don't think there are any gay bars left in NYC frequented by mostly black guys, I could be wrong. However there might be bar 'nights' at spots in Harlem or deep into Brooklyn.

Absolutely true. A true top will know how to make you embrace it by opening you up. It's not just a fuck it's a mind fuck as well

I don’t agree with the perception either, but it’s all too common, and regrettably, it gets promoted by some bottoms who foster it because it caters to their fantasy/fetish sex style. This thread itself prompted immediate boot-licking from several bottoms who couldn’t express quickly enough how they would comply with anything any Top wanted. When a Top sends out a call for “worthless trashy faggots” and men actually respond - and they do - that makes it difficult to make an argument that we’re all perceived as equal.

A rare coed event at the Parliament house. Female will be with me and wants to watch me take a breeding or two. We have a poolside room or it can happen in one of the public play spaces. Stop by, give her a good show and enjoy my tight hungry hole.

I love how a raw cock feels in me, The pleasures we both get from being connected RAW are amazing! What's in it for the bttm? We get every last drop of the guy's DNA in our bum! I love how slimy seed feels in me. I keep it all in to let my body absorb it for a true connection. Makes for the best lube if there are many cocks to feed my bum with their DNA.

This year Folsom Berlin was the best event for my brother and me. I hope it's the same for Folson San Francisco

mine....

Having said the above, I feel obliged to append the following: Rules For Tops, continued: 11. My cunt is not naturally designed to take your cock - use the lube. 12. Don’t spill the fucking lube. 13. It is not my responsibility to provide you with a condom, and why are you even asking? 14. Cleaning out my colon for you to enjoy is a time-consuming, uncomfortable, unpleasant process that often involves me eating little or nothing for hours. Respect the process, and do not expect a bottom to be both instantly ready and flawlessly clean when you call. 15. If you call for anal service, and a bottom cleans out for you, do not flake, ghost, or otherwise fail to fuck him. If you’ve asked for it, you owe him. 16. If I tell you to stop, you stop. Period. If I say No, the answer is No. If you want to talk about consensual nonconsent, that’s a conversation. 17. Do no expect me to answer you when my mouth is full of your cock. 18. Do not expect me to give you decent head when your buddy is pounding my cunt. 19. Don’t be a dildo. Actual fucking is expected of you, as in thrusting penetration. When the bottom is the only one moving, you’re not really Topping him, or actually fucking him - you’re just a dildo. 20. Fuck every fuck as though it were your last - this is where you’re as male as you can be, so let it all out, and relish it, go hard, go deep, go long. The bottom will thank you for it. Besides, you never know…it might be your last fuck. and, for luck… 21. Be a cock, not a dick.

Part 2. The crystal in my bloodstream had begun to spike and I could feel my heart pump faster and faster. This along with the LSD made me hyperaware of every sensation as Doyle continued to french kiss my asshole. He slowly pulled away and headed to the toy chest to grab a replacement. The bench beneath me began to breath in rhythm with my labored panting. I looked over to see what he had selected but I had an inkling that I already knew what would been soon filling my hungry chasm. Jim and Doyle had a favorite they liked to call "the captain". A flesh tone dildo about a foot in length and 3 inches in diameter. I'm glad I prepped myself with my huge plug but I knew this bastard wouldn't be quietly sitting with in me. They intended to ruin my hole with it before the games really begun. The captain and I were well acquainted, Doyle scooped two fingers into a tub of elbow grease and slathered it around my hole. Teasing my insides a little while he did it. The tina made my cock worthless and shriveled but he stroked it softly none the less which drove electricity though out my body. Again, Doyle was the much kinder of the couple. "Here, this will help" as he reached over and pressed a bottle to my nose. I inhaled for a long while until he pulled away. The room started spinning and I could feel my hole begin to relax and pucker. The pressure of the flared cockhead entering me made me jolt a slight bit but I was able to fight instinct and slow pushed my butt back onto it. The pop as it pushed past my lips made my entire body shake and my eyes shot upward as pain and pleasure crackled through my nerves. Only a few inches in and I was already melting into the leather that pressed into my face. Voices erupted from the stairs a room away and the nervousness I thought I had long lost returned. I felt like I could count the very steps they took towards the room but it didn't deter Doyle from pushing more and more of the monster dildo into me. "You two took a while up there. I'm just starting to open him up" said Doyle. "Doug and I were catching up and having a drink. He wanted to do a point where the light was better" "Good to see you Doyle!" a faceless voice said behind me. Doyle left the dildo hanging out from me and rose to greet the stranger. I could hear some soft kissing and then some soft whispers while they caressed each other and became reacquainted. I wasn't even worth the attention to them. I had entered the realm of plaything in this room. "So this is tonight's event? Beautiful looking ass" a cold hand slapped against my bottom and then began pushing the girth in and out of me slowly. "He's opening up a bit but for his sake I wanted to ease him in" "You're too nice to it. It came here for a reason" quipped Jim. He was all mood now. It. That is what I had been reduced to in his eyes. Not a playmate or a lover but a soulless beast made for a sole purpose. To be fucked. To be bred. To be tossed away. Ego death had begun to set in. "Lemme get a better sight from over here" said Doug and made his way to the front of me. He was a balding thinner man in his late 50's. Wired and tone without almost no body hair. An outie belly button caught my eye for some strange reason and I became fixated on it. His cock was smooth and already greased that tilted upward in a drastic curve. "This the little piggy, huh? This the little piggy that wants to get fucked, huh?" He slipped his cock into my mouth without waiting for an answer. The dildo in my ass began moving in and out with a faster pace clearly uninterested in easing me into it. Jim was definitely behind the wheel. Graciously they slathered more lube onto it which was one nicety I wouldn't be granted often. Doug increased the speed of fucking my mouth. Self admittedly I am not a throat queen and gagging started to ensue. A pool of spit began gathering on the bench below me. He pulled from my mouth and crotched down to get eye to eye with me. "Don't worry baby boy. I won't wear you out too soon. We got all night." He pressed his lips to mine and wrestled tongue to tongue all the while the giant dildo pressed further and further. I began to wonder how many inches they had gotten in but soon dismissed the though. I was not in the right mind to question it. A second chime from Jim's phone beeped and stilled the energy in the room. "Roger said he'll be here in about 20" "Do I know Roger?" asked Doug "You met him at the Eagle...year...2 years ago? He was banned for a while." "Oh that guy." Doug locked eyes with me. "He is a sleazy pig with a capital S. You'll love him" little did they know how true that statement really was. The dildo was slowly pulled from my rectum and again the pop against my asslips made me quake. "I know he likes them a bit worn in and I think it's had enough practice. Anyone want first dibs?" They were casually talking about who got the first go at me first like I was an arcade machine. It was fitting. "You're our guest so I think it would be right." Doyle said to Doug. "You're too kind" I glanced over and saw that Doyle was standing besides a video camera he had set up. "For record of the courts" he chuckled. Doug made his way behind me and begun tapping his cock against my hole. "Damn this bitch is LOOSE. Look at that fucking cunt" I puckered in and out invitingly at his comment. Without ceremony he plunged his meat into me and hammered away. I love a man of action. "Oh damn. Oh DAMN this is a nice fucking butt!" I started to see stars explode and contract as I yelped with pleasure as he pounded his raw dick into my asshole. He put the full weight of his body on top of me and wrapped his arms around both myself and the bench, pinning me against it. The curvature of his dick was an interesting sensation but it was drowned out as he pressed his face to mine and grunted like a wild ape. "First one in your cunt tonight, huh? Makes me fucking special, huh? You're gonna be my special little cumdump, huh?" I could only make animalistic responses but he understood clearly and continued to mate with my hole with ferocity of a wild dog. Jim appeared before me and presented his massive sack to my mouth while stroking his foreskin up and down. He knew that this was still my favorite. I enveloped his sweaty balls into my mouth and may have grazed a bit with my tooth but that was expected with the rhythm of being fucked by this animal from behind. "Eat my fucking nuts you whore." I needed no goading and took the entirety of them into my mouth, running my tongue acrost those cum machines. Our camera man stood diligently at the sidelines to make sure my humiliations were fully documented. Jerking his cock and giving no direction. These men knew exactly how to treat a bitch like myself as they filled me from both ends. After an eternity Doug slowed his torture of my butt. "Damn boys. I don't want to burn out too soon. This pig took a good start though." He exited me and stepped to the side to light a cigarette. A third chime from a phone. "Roger is here. Doyle you want to go see him in?" He left to see their next guest in. The room quieted as Jim and Doug took their break. I was writhing against the bench though. My entire body was churning with lust as I had been opened up and disgraced by these men. Doug noticed and took pity. He helped me up from the bench and seated me on the ground to catch my breath. "For real. Roger is a real disgusting fucker though. He is going to turn you Inside. Out. Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you though" He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth into his, again invading with his tongue. Was this my white knight? Was he going to save me from the nasty beast entering upstairs? A monster with only the desire to destroy and desecrate my young hole. I had hoped so as I again heard voices in the darkness emerge from the other room. to be continued...

Yeah in my skinny pig 🐷 jeans

Working on part 2 of 3, thanks for the great comments gents 😉

Two for Tuesday, a few days late! Chapter 8: Extra Credit. Now the professor tipped me off to what the card said, and where it was. It said to return it to him, and pick someone you wanted to give it to anonymously through him. It said that person would receive one private tutoring session! I of course gave it back and requested he give it to the nerd! In the next class, the professor said the lesson would be about anonymous sex. He explained how the card worked, and said he had given it to the second person as requested by the finder. He said the person who received the card was not expected to have sex, but a private tutoring lesson about anonymous sex. He told that person he would see him after class to set it up. He reminded them to NOT tell anyone they received the card, nor would he say who requested they give it to them The nerd caught up with the professor in the hall way anxious to set up his private tutoring session. The professor set it up the next day in his office after all the classes were done. The nerd eagerly came to his office and gently knocked. He was invited in and immediately told to take a seat. The professor asked him why he was so excited. He said that he was questioning his sexual identity, and that being so nerdy, it hampered him. He explained that he often was on an online bating chat and stroked, but NEVER showed his face. He said the guys seemed to love his cock. He then took out his phone to share a session with the professor. The professor agreed it was a beautiful cock. It was uncut skinny like the nerd, and between 7-7.5 inches. The professor adked him how he felt about doing the shows and he said he loved it, however he knew local guys have watched him, but he never got up the nerve to meet them, although there had been several requests. The nerd then asked the professor if he could Jack off for him. The professor said yes. The nerd quickly dropped his pants, his cock already pre cumming slightly and began to stroke. The professor remained professional keeping his clothes on and tried to be discreet by rubbing his crotch under his desk! As soon as the nerd left, he took his cock out and shot a huge load, just thinking about what he had planned for the nerd! The nerd finished off by shooting a large creamy load that actually flew over his head. The professor told him he wanted him to hook up with someone local on the website, and provide him with a picture of himself jacking live with someone. He said not to get their face in picture but anything else was perfectly fine! The professor said it was up to him, but worth extra credit and he was confident he could do it! The nerd gave the professor his screen name, and told the professor he was heading home to do as he instructed!

Ok this story really seems to get around.. I found yet a THIRD version of it with what seems a lot of pozz talk added: ============================================================= When I was 18 I was invited to a frat Halloween party with a bunch of other mostly gay (some were bi) white freshmen. The party was hosted by a black gay frat. I guess it was hard for them to attract new recruits until it later in most college kids, let alone black guys. I went as a lifeguard complete with red trunks and sandals and in the midwest in late October. Let's just say, I was dedicated to the arts. I was pretty tan and I just about had washboard abs stacked with a nice body. I could sense the eyes of everyone when we walked through the door. There was a wide range of guys there all over the house. There was a Roman gladiator. There was a priest. Prehaps, the best costume was this tall black muscle guy who as a Demon. He was built like a god with huge pecs showing through his torn shirt with tuffs of hair. He had a shaved head and white fangs. I noticed him following me with his eyes. They were dark grey. My cock stirred, but then a drink was thrust into my hand and I was momentarily distracted. I danced with my friends for a longest time. We drank a ton and was starting to get quite horny. In fact, the whole room was getting horny. We all did some tequila shots and we starting to feel it. I was noticing the room was starting to making out. The whole room was going and people started disappearing. I went to find the bathroom as I had to piss and down the hall. I found the first fucking. A boy from my bio class, who was dressed like a school boy and some hot dark haired guy I had seen around school was fucking him. He was dressed up as a mechanic complete with overalls that were open down the front to expose his huge dark dick. I stopped and stared in awe as his dark dick banged away at my friend's white ass. I suddenly realized the guy fucking him was not wearing a condom. I was shocked and a little worried about the bottom, but oddly found myself turned on, my cock started to get hard watching the bare cock slide in and out with nothing to stop it unloading seed. I moved onto the bathroom door. Someone was in the bathroom so I got stuck waiting. The kid from bio was moaning real loud. The guy behind him was fucking him so hard you could hear his hips slapping hard against his ass. My friend reached out and jerked me through my shorts as we looked at each other, completely amazed at what was going on. The mechanic guy fucking the boy started grunting and moaning "I'm going to fucking cum" The boy tried to pull off but the mechanic dude held his shoulders in place and unloaded dark seed deep inside him. The bottom looked panicked, as the mechanic pulled out, smiled, and walked out to piss out the side door. I was just about to follow when the bathroom door opened. "Can I push it out?" my friend asked. I told him sure. I was jealous, but glad all at the same that I wasn't in his position. We went into the bathroom together to discover another kid from our school also getting barebacked hard in the shower. I knew what bareback was, but I never done it before and I started to get more worried, where there any condoms here? The mechanic guy walked by just then, giving me a predatory smile. I noticed a strange biohazard tattoo on his back I hadn't noticed till just now. I was way too hard to piss so I left my buddy alone to try to push out the cum and deal with whatever he had to deal with by himself. I walked through the house as it slowly evolved into a full on orgy. The kid dressed as a priest was getting fucked by black guy dressed as a doctor in the kitchen by the booze. A fairy, a real stretch I know, with a real great ass that I has fucked before was being bareback by the construction worker on the floor by the 'fridge. In the dining room, Peter Pan from my dorm was on his back on the table with the gladiator's huge bare black dick up in his tight white ass. I watched as a quiet guy from my english class, who was dressed up like a ghost was pushed to his knees by a black dude dressed like a cop. Most of the blackguys had tattoos on them I now noticed, for some reason they made me feel uneasy as one after the other they held a struggling white guy down while they unloaded seed up inside his guts. I was starting to feel kind of left out and headed back to the living room. People were, at least, still dancing there, though it was way more sexual than before. The hot demon dude was still there, and he continued to follow me with his eyes. I could tell he was mentally making me his. He walked confidently to me and we exchanged greetings. The dark red skin and black horns looked so so real. I asked if I could touch it. "Sure" he said. His chest was hard. His abs were firm. His arms were huge and muscular. Next I knew he was kissing me. His lips were powerful. His tongue took control of my mouth. His strong hand enclosed mine and pulled me behind him away from the living room. There was no point in resisting. And I really did not want to. In the dining room, the gladiator came with a roar of victory into Peter Pan's ass and my shy ghost buddy was taking the bare dick of the cop like a champ. The scene back in the kitchen revealed a new set of men fucking each other. The bathroom door was half open and my buddy from bio class was bent over taking more bare cock. I heard him ask for a load from the 'sailor' who was ramming his bare dick into him. My heart raced, just an hour ago he would have been terrified to take a cock bareback, and now he was begging for a 'dirty load'. My mind raced and suddenly wondered if the guy was HIV positive? The sailor grunted and seemed to be unloading as my demon-hunk shoved me hard against a wall and grinned. "We've all made kills tonight you know, You are going to be my first prey of the evening" he said, in what I assumed was some sort of role play before he started making out with me again. Soon my dick was in his mouth and I glanced over to see my buddy getting yet another bare dick up his hole. His third that night. While the beautiful demon man ate my dick, I saw him release his dick owm from the torn short pants he was wearing. He unbuttoned them and they fell to the ground. His dick was probably eight inches, uncut and was as dark as the rest of him. Another tattoo was right above the huge cock and something about it made me weak in the knees. I leaned agaist the wall and moaned as it felt so fucking good. Then before long I felt his manly fingers probe my ass. I knew where this was headed. I was going to be his boy. He was going to fuck me. I opened my ass to his fingers. He turned me around and pulled my red shorts the rest of the way off of me. I was completely naked. He ate out my hole while another kid from our school unloaded in my buddy's ass. I didn't feel bad for him anymore. I wanted to be him. I wanted to feel that black demon cum in me. Suddenly the demon behind me picked me up in his thick dark arms. He laid me on the center island in the kitchen. I looked into his grey eyes as he positioned my feet on his shoulders. I made to grab a condom from my pocket and he slapped my hand away "Not tonight, and never again" he said. He spat on the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock. I felt the head pressing in. It hurt like a mother fucker. I had been fucked before, but he was larger than anyone else. I'd never taken anything this big, and never bare. I tried to relax and coax him in. He slowly kept pushing until he bottomed out his dark black cock deep in my white midwest ass. "Fuck yeah" he said. "You like my dark demon dick, don't you boy?" "Y-Yes Sir" I said. between moans "Give it to me." I cried. "Oh I will" he said with a deep laugh. As he started fucking me. His dick felt hot. His muscle flesh strained to get it all in me, deep in me. My buddy took a break from the orgy to come watch me get barebacked for the first time. "Fuck that's hot" I heard him say as the eight inches ramrodded in and out of me. I just threw my head back and let the demon stud take over. His raw dick plowed me and his strong hands held me down, pulling at my flesh. He was owning me. "You're mine" he hissed. "Fuck yeah" I said. "Take me." He picked up the pace and started grunting. I thought that meant he was going to cum and I started squirming as I realized he was still bare. It felt so good, but I was suddenly terrified by what would happen if he came. I wasn't really ready. "Cum in his ass! Shoot your poz load up his ass!" someone said. It was my buddy. I looked at him. He was jerking off and the mechanic from earlier was behind him about to enter him again. And that's when it all clicked, I looked back to the demon and tried to suddenly push him off. "Fuck yeah" the muscular demon said. "Struggle more, because he's right, this isn't just some fantasy you slut. I'm poz, in fact almost all of us here are, and tonight is the night we breed and poz as many holes as possible, and you will be getting the hottest death seed of us all!" he shouted as my mind went numb. My first bareback was going to poz me… and suddenly, I knew I wanted this. "Here it cums." I panicked but was so very turned on and started panting "yes" over and over. The beautiful muscular demon man growled and then let out an animal roar as he fucked into me. "Fuck yeah" he said. "Take my demon seed faggot! Take my toxic demon seed! Unnngg!!!!" he howled as I could feel his cock growing and pulsing as he shot inside me. He shot what felt like cups of what I knew to be burning hot poz seed. I cried with pleasure as I felt it burning me from the inside, knowing it was changing me forever. He slowly pulled out and I saw the tuffs of hair come off of his body and his cock was coated with cum and tinged with crimson. I hadn't cum yet and stood erect leaking precum. "Hot" said the man dressed like a demon. "No turning back now, cumslut. Your one of us now, so go get some more dirty loads." He said almost as a matter of fact to me. And he left, my head in a fog, my brutalized ass leaked as my buddy egged me on saying "You heard him, theres no going back now, not after you take his cum,your going to need more now." Next thing I knew I took the mechanic's third load of the night right there on the kitchen floor, and then my buddy unloaded in me, perhaps his last bit of neg seed. Finally, I found the shy kid in the dining room again. The demon stud was pounding away in him and I could tell he was close. The kid looked back and started freaking out. "No, stop please! Don't cum inside me!" he begged but the demon just pushed in deeper, easily holding him down. "Don't fight it, just relax and take my dirty poz seed, you're going to be mine forever!" he hissed, finishing up inside him as an animal roar bellowed forth. As he pulled out the black demon looked at me and wordlessly pushed me forward to the whimpering teen. "My poz seed is swimming inside your guts boy, its only fitting you help pump it back into our newcomer here." He said, shamelessly fingering my still brutalized ass. I quickly took my place behind the now sobbing boy. He gave me a pleading look as I slid my bare, forever-altered cock up inside his hole. He made only a weak attempt to pull away, but I could tell he was broken inside. Somehow knowing this, I didn't last three strokes before I dumped a white hot load deep into his panicked guts. When it was starting to wind down and my friends were pairing off or calling taxis, the demon stud found me again. "You're mine tonight" he said. I looked into those dark grey eyes. "Youre getting more" he said. I willingly held out my hand and felt his strong hand wrap around mine again. My demon led me back into the house and through a few remaining couples still fucking here and there through out the living room, kitchen and bath. I thought my one buddy had left but there he was again taking the hard black bare cock of that mechanic in the bathroom. I could feel the cum leak from my own ass as we climbed the stairs. My demon stopped to watch and slowly pushed me to my knees to suck his already hard cock. My buddy was becoming a total slut for black cock and who could really blame him. demon was allowing me to suckle his massive tool, but he stopped me short of his cumming in my eager mouth. He spoke with the black kid dressed as the mechanic. "When you are done with him, bring him and another one up the room" he said with extreme confidence. I never heard the answer but I was sure it was in the affirmative. My demon pulled me up from my knees and took me by the hand and let me up the back stairs. I assumed to his room. It had two beds and nice TV in the corner, two desks and a lazy boy chair. He pulled me in closely and whispered in a low sexy voice, "My name is Ray." I volunteered my name before he asked for it, "I'm Joe." He acted as if my name was not important to him and I was sure it was not. My ass needed his cock, again. I never felt that way before. I could feel his cum leak from me and I was wanting to be stuffed full of his huge black cock. He pulled me over to his bathroom and ordered me to strip down and help him shed his costume. I shucked my shorts as fast as I could. I started helping him pull the tufts of hair from his body and pull his tattered demon clothes from his well toned muscled body. When we done pulling his hair and clothes free he turned on the shower and let it get warm. He pushed me gently in and down on my knees. Once again I was face-to-face with the most magnificent cock that I ever sucked and that had ever fucked me. His cock was not hard but it had lost little in length. I grasped it ever so gently and took it in mouth while I did my best to finger my own ass. I heard the door open again and I glanced-up to see my buddy and another kid I knew from English Lit class. I did not see him at the party and I did not even know he was bi or gay. I heard the mechanic speak up, "We had a late comer to the party, but he is willing and able!" We finished our shower and exchanged places with the newcomers. The mechanic, Tim and my friend from bio, Mark got in the shower to wash the sweat from the party off as the new kid, Jason eagerly watched-on. Ray guided me and Jason back into the bedroom, he pushed me down on the bed on my back and told Jason to wait for Tim to come back for him. He had apparently decided not to share me, at least for that night. Any three-some would have to wait. I smiled at that, but my smile soon turned to one of pain and pleasure as he pushed his massive poz cock into my ass. He held my hands over my head with on hand and with the other guided his massive cock into me. I had my legs high and he was deep in me in just a few strokes. I was breathless as he entered me. He held still in me and laid his mouth on mine and kissed me deep with his strong tongue. I heard Mark and Tim come out of the bathroom. I knew they felt refreshed. Tim instructed Jason to felch Mark. Mark leaned over the desk, allowing Jason to enjoy the four or five loads of cum oozing from his hole. Tim spoke to Jason in a very strong demanding manners. "You like eating toxic cum from his white ass?" All I heard was a muffled agreement, and a slight yelp as I knew Tim moved in behind Jason and was about to lay some black pipe on a new white boy that night. These lovely dark specimen were insatiable. They were going to fuck us all night long. I could hear muffled screams and cries of pain and pleasure all over the house that night. I added my own through out the night as Ray had me on my back, on my knees, standing and any damn way he wanted me. I cried for more. I was not sure of the amount of poz cum he had deposited in me, but it was not enough. I could see the dawn's early light as I rode Ray's massive cock cowboy style. Jason and Mark were on all fours, kissing, as Tim alternated in fucking them. Ray's massive cock fit nicely in my ass and I bounced on him begging him to fill me up one more time. My friend speculated a little about the other guys in the house and those who had left in pairs earlier that morning. What were they doing or having done to them, but no one seemed to give much thought to the question. I snapped right back to attention with Ray's black cock seeding my pussy for the last time that morning. I blew my hot creamy load on his chest and I fell to his side with his cock erupting inside me, breeding me and making me his. I wondered briefly if I could ever let another cock fuck me that was not big, black and poz.

Hey I’m Amy I’m 19 and seeing if I will get raped. Send me threats and promises and I live in Southampton.

So after a brief pause in writing fictional stories, I couldn't resist. I've learned my lesson on being more careful in content! Hopefully you enjoy this story. I grew up in a small Midwestern town of 600. People there knew something that happened to you before you knew about it! One thing they never knew was the relationship my dad and I had. As a young child, I was a heavy set guy. I had no interest in girls, neither did they to me. Sports weren't my thing. Sure I played little league, but it wasn't uncommon for me to skip practice to watch Sonny and Cher. In fact little league likely piqued my interest in guys. At that point in my life, I really didn't know what gay was. Apparently I was a slow learner. One of the team members however was mature beyond his age, and was my first "gay " experience. I didn't think it was really gay, just a curiosity. Jacking together. Skinny dipping. Finding our dads magazines and reading the penthouse forums to each other. And yes, admiring the female form. One thing we never did then was have actual sex. What did happen finally started in our Senior year, one hot May day after a playoff game. He invited me to his house and once there, suggested we skinny dip in his pool. We were both hot and sweaty, so why not? His mom was out of town, and his step dad at work. We stripped poolside, and I was in awe with his 8 inch cock. I was your average 6, but he was mean and lean. Before we jumped into the pool, he sniffed his jock, and asked me if I wanted to sniff it? Sure why not. It had an odd odor to it, not just sweat. He later told me he Jack's and shoots his load into it, usually after practice. I asked him if he would do that for me before getting into pool. He said yes, as long as I did the same. We each got on a lounge chair and started jacking our cocks. I came really quickly into my jock, and before he finished, we heard a car door slam, and jumped into the pool. It was his step-dad coming home. I'm pretty sure his dad saw us jumping into the pool naked, but he simply said cooling off after practice boys? We said yes, but my friend said yes Sir. I couldn't help that his dad grabbed his crotch as he said that. Fortunately his dad went back into the house and my friend and I got out of the pool, and sniffed my cummy jock. He then had me sniff it, and said he'd return the favor when his step dad wasn't around. TO BE CONTINUED!

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

Fuckin A+ package man!

Ditto. A sense of entitlement is a turn off coming from anyone, Top, bottom or anywhere in between. i only want to present to Someone Who wants me as much as i want them. If that 'chemistry' is not there, i'll take a hard pass thank you. To me, incompatibility is sort of like wearing a condom, it puts a barrier between us where sex for me is the connection and bonding of mutual lust and need, not one-sided.

Last night I got a bit piggy. Started out when I got home from work and needed to cut the grass. As I was setting up some music I accidentally opened Grindr and saw that my favorite top was online. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked if he was looking at he said yes so we arranged for 20 minutes... I got off the lawn mower, quickly showered, cleaned out and as I was putting on my jock I got a message 'open the door when you are ready'. That sent a quiver thru my pussy knowing his fat cock would soon be stretching me open. I opened the door assume 'the position' (ass up) and he walks in and starts telling me what a great ass I have and asks me to suck his cock to start. As I am sucking I flash back to the first time where he was having trouble getting my pussy to open up for him... He showed me his cock and all I could say was 'force it'. he did and I never regretted it. Anyway, he fucked me until he was pumping his cum deep inside me, and all the while saying' I can't believe you are taking the whole thing'. He said he wanted to come back in an hour and get some more ass, so I kept grindr open. I then opened Sniffies... I saw the profile of someone I have been trying to open my pussy for and finally got them to come over. It was a pleasant fuck and a nice load but I was still hoping #1 was coming back. I then saw another nice cock on Sniffies and offered my ass up and that sweet little 19 YO came over and pumped a huge load in me... So I admit the poppers and cum was getting to me so I got on Sniffies again and started talking to this 30-ish guy and convinced him he would sleep better with his cum in my ass. He finally agreed and and on his way up he sent me a message 'Be on the front porch'. When he showed up I was ass up on the front steps and he walked up 'hmmmm. How many loads in that hole' When I said 3 his response was 'good boy'. He slid his cock in and pumped me a few times, then pulled out and stuck 3 fingers up my hole and when he pulled out they were covered in cum. The stuck his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean and he shoved his cock back in... he repeated that a couple of times - I couldn't believe how much cum was on his fingers each time. He then said 'I am gonna breed you now boy' and I felt him tense up and pump his load in. I had been telling a frequent breeder what was going on and he came over right after the previous guy left and he too wanted to fuck me on the front porch... We did that a while then we went back inside and he gave me load #5. We took a break and then when he was ready he told me to get ass up and fucked load #6 in to me.. It was well after midnight when I finally stopped looking for loads even as badly as I wanted more. It was a surprising (but very filling) evening and one I am glad I could participate in. This morning one of the guys asked if he could stop by on his way home from work and pump loads into me on a regular basis... so the adventure continues.... 😉

Chapter 20: Life Lessons For several months before Daniel and Lazlo’s wedding date, Maile had been torn. She had gone over it all in her mind, over and over, wondering if she should even try to shift their mother out of her intransigence, or if she should just leave well enough alone. Of all the family, Maile was the only one who saw her mother with any degree of regularity. Since both of them sat on an inter-church council as representatives of their respective congregations, they were compelled to see each other once a month. At these meetings, they were distantly, formally polite – but nothing more. It was a state of affairs that distressed all the other members of the council, and especially the pastors of both their churches. Everyone at these meetings knew a little about the story of what had happened, but the emphasis on who was at fault shifted dramatically depending on which version each one of them had heard. Maile came to the next meeting, less than a month before the wedding, filled with a new determination. She could see clearly, as the family was rebuilding itself since the funeral of her father, that her mother risked being left out in the cold and all alone as she aged. Daniel and Laszlo were developing connections to Malia and Darren as well as herself, connections which didn’t depend in the least on their mother. Daniel never spoke his mother’s name, never referred to her as his mother, seemed quite prepared to go on acting as if she had died years earlier – and maybe, Maile thought, he wished that she had. Maile couldn’t fault him if he did feel that way. She understood now, better by far than when it had happened, how brutally her mother had treated her own first-born child – and then her husband and her other children. But she continued to hope that somehow, in some way, if she could just push the right buttons in the right tone of voice, she might persuade her mother to alter her position. She decided to approach the pastor of her mother’s church, the Temple of the Heavenly Host, and ask him to work with her own pastor to arrange and moderate a face-to-face meeting where they could discuss the issues. She had told none of the family what she was doing. Her private feeling was that the chance of success was not great – and that this would be her last attempt. If she couldn’t crack through her mother’s hard shell of self-righteous intransigence this time, she would give it up as a lost cause. ************************* Laszlo, too, was distressed about the ongoing breach between Daniel’s mother and all of her children. His relationship with his own parents had always been a rather cool one, rich in practical matters of necessity and convenience rather than any great emotional depth, but it still seemed to him somehow wrong that his mother and father should be coming to participate in the wedding – and to the rehearsal dinner the night before -- where Daniel’s mother, still very much alive, would not. He wished that there were something he could do. He said as much to Uncle Ken on their last meeting before the month of the wedding. Laszlo, no less than Daniel, valued Ken’s advice and wisdom – hard-earned through years of endless trouble and sorrow and stress. For once, the older man had no clear answer. He remembered, all too clearly, the rigid approach to life of Daniel’s mother when she was young, and how the Biblical phrase “a stiff-necked people” always seemed to him to be a peculiarly accurate description of her. He could only advise Laszlo to be patient and let the people most closely involved work it out as much as they wished. “After all,” as he explained with great patience and compassion to Laszlo, “you can’t make people want to change.” ************************* Daniel and Laszlo had drawn up a detailed plan for the wedding, including vows for the ceremony, and a list of who should be allowed to speak or propose toasts on what subjects after the dinner. For the meal itself, they had opted for a buffet in the Rainbow Room after the cocktail hour on the terrace. This would be a meal which could offer a dazzling array of Hawaiian, East Asian, European, and American dishes with enough variety to tempt all palates present. They had worked closely with the sommelier to pick out a select champagne for the toasts, and bottles of choice red and white wines which would be placed on each table. With the DJ, they had selected two particular songs, favourites of theirs, for their entrance and first dance. Maile had put her artistic talent to work designing a swirling, impressionistic logo of two men in tuxedos dancing to act as a background graphic and logo on all communications about the wedding, and on the programmes for the big day. Malia, who was especially gifted in fine work done with her own fingers, had designed and created ten similar but not identical centrepieces for each of the ten tables of eight guests. Darren had used his unique gift at calligraphy alongside Maile’s artwork to create place cards for each guest, and a number card to go on the bottom of each centrepiece to indicate the person at each table who should win the centrepiece as a door prize. All of this work was done before the wild weekend of the bachelor party, because Laszlo and Daniel knew that they would only have 48 hours to get home from Palm Springs, unpack, and repack, before leaving for Hawaii and their week-long wedding celebration. ************************* The face-to-face meeting was not making any progress. Maile explained. Pastor Robbins, the leader of Maile’s church, cajoled. Pastor McEwen, Lehua’s long-time spiritual advisor pleaded, but Lehua remained immovable, only quoting her favourite scripture passages in reply. But then, suddenly, the dynamic shifted. Respect for elders flew out the window as Maile’s remaining patience evaporated in two seconds. As if a switch had been flipped inside her mind, she abruptly exploded. The two pastors stared in astonishment at this volcanic outburst, but she ignored them. She was beyond caring what anyone else thought of her. “Damn it all, Mother, have you even listened to a word that any of the three of us have said to you? It’s like you have ears of stone! We’re trying to get you to see the ultimate end of what you’ve done, and you just ignore it all and stand rigidly on your own precious self-made, self-righteous pedestal!” “Honour thy father and thy mother. Have you forgotten?” “The best way I can honour you right now is to try to jolt you out of your stupidity and ignorant, blinkered vision. Now, you listen to me, Mother, and listen well. You may not have known about it at the time, but your elder brother Keawe was gay.” “Keawe! He wasn’t! What about your Aunt Lily? He was devoted to her.” “He married Leialoha under protest, but he didn’t love her. He stayed with her because he had promised to do so and because he was a man who took his promises seriously. The man he really loved was Kanani Murayama, who also was forced to marry a woman he didn’t love, yet Kanani and Keawe were in love all their lives, for over forty years until Keawe died. But they could never live together openly or express that powerful and enduring love that bound them, heart to heart, and that was because of you and all the hate-filled people like you! Kanani’s love for Keawe now supports his care and concern for your son, Daniel. That’s because Keawe named Daniel as his heir and asked Kanani to watch out for him. Daniel and his partner both name Kanani their uncle.” Maile was winding herself up into a veritable tempest of outrage, spitting the words out like a fire-eating preacher of the old school. “And now, Daniel, your eldest child, your first-born son, cannot bring himself to speak your name or acknowledge you as his mother because of the way you’ve abused him. Your husband refused to speak to you as he lay dying, said he didn’t wish to see your face, ordered you to leave the room. His dying words were not for you, but for his eldest son – ‘Tell Daniel… I’m sorry. I was wrong.’ Your daughter, Malia, told me that she could not and would not come with me if I made an effort to try to speak with you. Your son, Darren, after his father’s funeral, said, ‘Thank heaven Mother didn’t decide to stick her nose in’ – and then he laughed. “That leaves only one of your four children, me. I came to this meeting in a mood of hope – and you’ve just shot that hope down in flames. I’m walking out on you and giving up on you right now. I hope your pride and arrogance is enough for you to live on, because it’s all you’ll have left, now that you’ve driven your entire family to hate the very sight of you!” She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The two pastors looked sadly at each other. Lehua stared at the closed door in astonishment, in shock, and then in realization -- and a slowly growing fear. ************************* Maile wept, disconsolate, despite Malia doing what she could to console her twin. “Malia, I ruined it. I just couldn’t take it any more. I lost control, blew up right in her face, told her off up one side and down the other, and then walked out and slammed the door like a toddler having a tantrum.” Malia, who had arrived early for the wedding weekend, hugged her close. “Maile, I don’t blame you at all. I lost patience with our mother years ago. I know I couldn’t hold out for even a minute without blowing my stack at her. I admire you for hanging on for as long as you did.” “It’s like I forgot everything I knew. ‘Honour thy father and thy mother.’ I sure didn’t do that today, and she jumped on it, reminded me of it.” “That’s just what she would do. Face the reality, Maile. She’s the kind of person who quotes the Bible when it suits her and then promptly forgets it when it doesn’t support her prejudices. Don’t let her devout exterior fool you. You’ve got more Christian charity in your little finger than she has in her entire body, and don’t you ever believe otherwise.” She held Maile close while Maile cried out her unhappiness. Later that afternoon, Maile and Malia drove to the FourWinds Resort to try to see Kanani Murayama. ************************* The afternoon after the disastrous meeting, Daniel and Laszlo flew into Kauai again. As they came out of the baggage claim area, they were met by a uniformed driver holding a sign with their names on it. He led them to a limousine, loading their bags, and then drove them to FourWinds. Getting out of the limo at the front door, they were greeted personally by the General Manager who was waiting for them, together with a butler who was assigned to take care of their needs throughout their week-long stay. A bellman took charge of their bags, while the butler led them along the walkway and across the Rainbow Bridge, up the hill to Chalet No. 3. Once their bags arrived, they unpacked the wedding suits and handed them to the butler to have them pressed and ready for Saturday, along with their shoes to be polished. The butler in turn gave them a special phone number which they could use to summon him directly for anything they might need, and then (on request) left them to get settled in. ************************* Mr. Murayama sat behind the desk in his office at the FourWinds Resort. He’d been concentrating on the backlog of paperwork, knowing that he had no appointments that morning. He wanted to clear the backlog away, so he’d have ample free time to join in the wedding celebrations on the weekend – the wedding of the pride and joy of his later years, his two nephews, Daniel and Laszlo. All the time, at the back of his mind, there loomed the image of Daniel’s twin sisters, Malia and Maile. He’d been startled, but not altogether surprised, when they came to see him – nor had he been surprised by Maile’s tale of how she had tried to get through to her mother, and the outcome of that abortive meeting. The whole situation of Daniel’s family truly made him sad, but he could see no way in which he could help to untangle the knot. That was for those who were directly involved to do – if they could find a way. When his secretary came in and told him that Lehua wished to see him, his first reaction was extreme surprise. But then, he told the secretary to ask her to wait a few minutes. Next, he sat down and thought long and carefully about what this might mean, and about how he might be able to influence the situation to the benefit of his two beloved nephews. Finally, he buzzed the secretary and told her to bring Lehua in. He stood to greet his guest, and then begged her, in his usual courtly manner, to be seated and tell him what he could do for her. “Kanani, I have come to you to beg for your help.” “How do you think I may be able to help you, Lehua? I’ve not even met you since we were young, and that’s many years ago now.” “I know, Kanani. I… I have been a fool.” He simply raised his eyebrows in an inquiring manner. “I am shamed by what I have learned these last few days.” “What have you learned?” “I have heard from my daughter Maile about your long relationship with my brother, Keawe. It was a surprise. I had suspected… had guessed that Keawe was… that he preferred….” “The word is ‘Gay,’ Lehua. Your brother was gay.” “Yes.” “Say it yourself.” “Keawe was gay. But I had not realized that you had been the man he loved. And that love… so many years, in secret, hiding, pretending, never able to be open. It is the depth and strength of your love for each other that has shamed me. I have been the worst role model of all, while you and Keawe remained true to each other through all those decades of strain and silence. I am sorry that I helped to force that silence upon you. And now I know that there is someone else to whom I must apologize, someone on whom I forced a far worse strain and a much deeper wound – my son, Daniel. I need to try to reach him, to begin to make things right after the terrible way I have wronged him. I need you to take me to him.” “Am I supposed to know where he is?” “I think that you do know. Maile has told me that Daniel and his….” Again, her voice quavered into silence. “His fiancé?” “Yes, his fiancé. She has told me that they are close to you, that they name you ‘Uncle’. And I have already heard from others that they are holding their wedding this Saturday, here in FourWinds. And that Maile, and Malia, and Darren will all attend the wedding. I would guess that they may all be here already.” Mr. Murayama studied her carefully. The old lines of rigid, arrogant pride and stubbornness had vanished from her face. Her expression had softened almost beyond belief. This was a different person from the one he had known all those years ago but had only seen at a distance in more recent years. This was a Lehua he had never expected to see in this lifetime: a hesitant, fearful, timid, even humbled Lehua. At last he spoke. “I will take you to him.” Daniel and his siblings, with Laszlo, were sitting around the small dining table in the happy couple’s private chalet. They were talking about the mechanics of the wedding celebration, of course, and about the role that each would play on Saturday. They had just reached a natural stopping point in their conversation, and Laszlo was heading for the phone to order drinks for all of them, when the knock came at the door. Laszlo went to the door and opened it to see Uncle Ken. “Uncle Ken! Please come in.” He came in and shut the door behind him. His eyes were fixed on Daniel as he spoke solemnly. “Daniel, I have brought with me someone who wishes to speak to you as soon as possible. You may be able to guess who it is. Before I bring her to see you, I ask you to recall what I have told you about the way in which I have found serenity and peace in my life during my later years. Please call that to mind and remember it.” Daniel nodded. He got the message, loud and clear. Forgiveness. He knew at once that the unnamed visitor must be his mother. And more than this – he sensed that Uncle Ken would not be bringing his mother to see him unless he felt that she had in some way shown that she wished or deserved to be forgiven. His uncle was the one messenger from whom he would accept such a message – a man, also gay, who had equally suffered hurt and harm from the hate of others. “I will see her, Uncle Ken.” Ken opened the door and said, “Please come in now.” As Lehua entered the room, they all stood – Daniel last. Old habits of respect die hard. Daniel had instinctively rebelled, but Uncle Ken’s last words still resonated in him, and finally ruled him. “Laszlo, bring a chair for our guest, please.” Lehua flinched at the impersonal “our guest,” but she sat in the chair when Laszlo brought it and put it down, facing Daniel across the corner of the table. Everyone else then sat. “Why have you come?” Daniel’s tone was as cool and impersonal as a judge. “Daniel… I am here to tell you that… that I have now realized and regret the pain I inflicted on you all those years ago. When I disowned you and told you never to return, that was a terrible thing to do, harsh and hateful. It was wrong of me, and I kept compounding the wrong for years by remaining rigid and unforgiving. I am sorry, so sorry for the harm and hurt I have done to you. I am also sorry to have brought the same heartache upon my whole family…” and here her gaze swept the entire room. “Please… all of you, and Daniel, you, most of all… please forgive me…” and, after the longest pause yet, and in a voice failing towards a mere whisper, “…if you can find it in your hearts.” Everyone in the room now looked silently at Daniel. He got the message. It was to be his choice; the others would take their cue from him. So many ideas rushed through his mind at top speed – memories of the outrage and hate and sadness at being flung away, censure of himself for mismanaging everything, anger at all the people who had manipulated him, joy at having found love with Laszlo and at rediscovering his siblings, sorrow for his uncles and their long sorrow. He was racked by a turbulent, complex storm of conflicting attitudes and emotions. But one sound came through the welter of feelings, loud and clear. It was the voice of his Uncle Ken, a man he deeply respected and loved, counselling him to be forgiving. He stood, took his mother’s hand and drew her to her feet. “Mother,” and he heard a quickly suppressed gasp from behind him, “I forgive you. And I ask you in turn to forgive me. I’ve now learned that it would have been better for all of us if I’d had the courage to tell you and Father my truth, but I ran away out of fear and left you to find out for yourself in the worst possible way. For that, I am sorry.” She stepped timidly towards her son, and he embraced her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Then, he released her and said, “Mother, there’s someone here I need you to meet. This is Laszlo Kertesz. He’s my fiancé, and we are going to be married on Saturday afternoon.” Laszlo stepped forward, giving his courtly bow, and then kissed Lehua on the cheek as he took her hand. She in turn embraced him and kissed him on both cheeks. Laszlo glanced briefly at Daniel, raising his eyebrows, got an equally brief nod and smile in reply, and smiled himself as he asked Lehua, “Mother? We would be delighted to have you come to our wedding. Will you come?” ************************* Kanani was sitting again at his desk, after having survived the hugging and kissing festival which had unfolded a few minutes previously in Chalet No. 3. He now realized, as he hadn’t an hour earlier, before Lehua’s arrival, that he was very much a part of the story of Daniel’s family, and as such he did indeed find an active role to play in helping to patch up the rifts. He was glad and relieved that it had worked out. As he thought of that, he opened his desk and pulled out a treasure – a framed photo of him together with Keawe, taken on the beach when they were still in their twenties. It was a pure piece of seventies nostalgia. The slender, deeply tanned bodies, the tight little shorts, the long curling hair and lush mustaches, all of it took him back to the days when he had been young and in love. He stared at it for some minutes, and then he realized that he was actually talking to Keawe, there in his office, speaking as if the man he had loved was still alive and physically present. “Keawe, my love, I have done the best I can for our nephew and his partner. I’m sure you would be as proud of the two of them as I am. Their limitless love reminds me so much of how truly and deeply we loved each other.” He knew that it was time. He took down a framed photo on the wall, a picture of him taken at a ceremonial dinner some years earlier, hanging the framed photo of himself and Keawe in its place – right next to the framed engagement photo of Daniel and Laszlo. ************************* The tall A-framed roof of the Rainbow Room was draped with parallel rows of rainbow-coloured banners, rising in sweeping curves from the supporting posts to the peak of the roof. Bouquets of flowers, also in assorted rainbow hues, filled the urns on stands at either side of the podium. Stately music filled the air as the celebrant, an old school chum of Daniel’s from his childhood, gestured to the guests to rise. The four members of the wedding party marched slowly down the aisle, one by one, taking their places alternately to left and to right. When Daniel had asked Laszlo who he planned to have as his best man, he replied, “The man who persuaded me that I had to find you and be with you. And for my groomsman, the man who turned to me to help him find himself.” Daniel had laughed. “We’ve done it again. My best man is going to be the man who persuaded me that I had to find you and be with you. My groomsman will be my brother.” Now, Rodrigo stood on the left, with Darren next to him. To the right stood Miklos, with Silvio beside him. The phones were raised all around the room as Laszlo walked slowly towards the front, flanked by his mother and father, and with his sister Danuta walking ahead of them. Daniel now appeared, with his mother and his Uncle Ken (in the place of his father) walking on either side of him. His twin sisters, Malia and Maile, preceded them. Once they were all assembled at the front, the best men stood beside the grooms, while the rest of the two families mixed and mingled in a semi-circle behind the celebrant, facing the guests. The ceremony was not long, but it followed the conventional pattern. At the reciting of the vows, sharp-eyed audience members might have caught Kanani quickly dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief as Daniel and Laszlo spoke the final line together: “…for the rest of our Forever.” At the conclusion, the two grooms walked down the aisle, not just holding hands but holding their linked hands up in front of them to show off their rings for all to see. They were followed in order by their attendants, and then their families. Those present who knew Lehua were understandably a bit startled to see her radiant smile as she walked on the arm of Laszlo’s father, while Laszlo’s mother walked with Kanani. Lehua’s unbounded joy totally outshone the conventional social smiles of Laszlo’s parents. The guests were all invited to come out onto the terrace for drinks while the Rainbow Room was being reset for dinner and for dancing to follow. It was only at this point that Daniel and Laszlo had some leisure to take note of all the people who had come – in the great tradition of grooms at weddings, they’d been too nervous during the ceremony. There were friends and relatives from all the different periods of their lives. Associates and co-stars from the Hawaiian Nine days mingled with old school friends of Laszlo. Daniel’s surfer buddies, Arian and Brad, were having a field day, chatting with all the women they’d never seen before. Silvio had Malia and Maile in stitches with his ridiculous stories of daily life in WeHo. Darren treated the whole gathering as a checklist of his video idols, trying to meet as many of them in person as possible. Even Archer McManus had showed up, a bit to their surprise – he’d indicated that he might not be able to come. More surprising still was his arrival with a sexy Brazilian beach boy named Duarte on his arm. Daniel and Laszlo opened their eyes comically wide on learning that the perennial “never tie me down” Archer had gotten engaged – and was going to be married the following year. The longest conversation with the grooms was the six-way marathon with Marina and Lianne and Steve and Jim. Lianne’s boyfriend hadn’t been able to come, so she and Marina made it a double-date with Steve and Jim, since they were all the oldest friends present to each other. Once they managed to corner Laszlo and Daniel, their laughing reminiscences of the old days rolled on and on, ending only when the hotel’s General Manager interrupted, in his politest official vein, to tell them that the dinner buffet was all in place, and they were needed to lead the way inside. And so it went, right on through the dinner hour. The whole party was a glorious mish-mash of past and present, of different worlds and different personalities, and they all seemed more than happy to mix it up and get to meet as many people as possible. All around the room, people were jumping up to go to other tables and socialize, tell stories about Daniel and Laszlo (some of which may even have been true), and take pictures. After the spectacular dinner, Rodrigo and Miklos took the floor to roast the bridegrooms, with Silvio and Darren contributing as well. Of course, they had to put their own distinctive spin on the love story – “Do you have any idea how much of a hassle it was for us to persuade the two of them that they should become a couple?” – and Daniel and Laszlo laughed louder than anyone else. When it was time for the newlyweds to speak, Daniel chose to open on a more sombre note, by calling for a moment of silence and then a toast “in memory of all those who are no longer with us – especially my father, and my uncle Keawe,” before going on with more conventional thank-you speeches. Although some of the older guests departed earlier, the dancing roared on until quitting time at 2:00 am, and people continued circulating out onto the terrace between dances to visit the bar, and to take in the sheer beauty of the natural surroundings – the floodlit waterfall, the tropical vegetation illuminated by the flaring tiki torches, and over all the gentle yet forceful shushing sounds of the waves rolling ashore below them. The two grooms made their ceremonial departure from the party at 1:30 am, and by 2:00 they were seated side by side on the lounge seat of the terrace outside their chalet. There’d been so much hectic activity, so many words, so much of an emotional rollercoaster ride for the last week. Now, the time was ripe for stillness, for calm, for simply being fully in each other’s presence. No more words were needed. Laszlo leaned into Daniel’s side, putting his arm across Daniel’s chest and laying his head down on Daniel’s shoulder, while Daniel draped his arm over Laszlo’s shoulders, drawing him in close. They sat there, quietly in tune with each other, sharing the time and the space, each of them listening to the heartbeat of the other. In the perfect peace of the moment, as in so many other times and places, both of them were thinking the exact same thing at the exact same time: “For the rest of our Forever.”

Chapter 9: Bate and Switch After the professor shot his load, he immediately called Marc and told him to immediately go to the Bate site and look for " Beaker." That was the nerds screen name! The professor said to watch the nerd stroke, and then ask him if he was up for some mutual stroking on cam. The professor thought this this would be a great first step in setting that up Marc's ultimate breeding of him. The professor told Marc that it would be a rather boring session, and he reminded him there was to be no sex besides mutual jacking, that he needed to slowly work his way up to breeding. He suggested that Marc start off jerking side by side, and then suggest they jerk each other off. Marc eagerly went to the site, and gave the nerd plenty of positive feedback. To Marc's suprise, the nerd asked him if he'd be up for a mutal session, either on.ir off camera! This saved Marc the trouble of setting it up. The nerd told Marc he had planned another session for tomorrow and privately gave Marc his adddress. When the nerd answered the door, wearing nothing but a sexy thong jockstrap, the nerd was shocked, and said we are in the same class together! Marc acted similarly suprised and said yea would have never guessed it would be you! The nerd was obviously excited as a bulge started rising in his jock. Marc suggested they start immediately but the nerd said they had a bit of time as his session was scheduled and he had lots of frequent followers. The nerd suggested they still head to the bedroom for as he called it, " pre production." As the nerd turned around, Marc admired his tight ass. He wondered how he got it so tight and firm, but couldn't help but think how hot it would to eventually be in his virgin pink hairless pucker and converting him. Once the nerd explained the camera set up, and how it would work, Marc asked him if they could show each other their cocks. The nerd said absolutely not. That would be an integral build up to the show. The nerd explained it was all part of the tease, bur more importantly to get guys to give tokens for specific actions. He explained that they usually did, but not always. The nerd said hed probably get a few tokens if there were any new viewers, but he said his faithful followers would likely offer lots of tokens to see his cock for the first time. He reminded Marc not to get too anxious and show his cock. He said tease tease tease. The more tease the more tokens! He said some may even ask for a private show. The nerd said he would keep track of any tokens offered to him, and transfer them to him. In addition, he told Marc hed also transfer some of the tokens hes earned. He said when the time was right, he would seductively start by showing his cock first. He said he would watch the comments to determine when it was best to completely show it. He said it would be a slow process, with just a few teases, then he would put his hand down his jock and play with his cock before totally exposing it. He told Marc that he should do tye same. He indicated that the cam would be exclusively on Marc's cock, but he had a note pad and tell him when and what to do. As there would be no faces, it was perfectly fine to look over at the notes! The nerd eagerly told Marc 5 minutes to showtime and they got in the bed assuring the cameras were properly in place.

Long time lurker. Figured it’s about time I started posting some of my own sexcapades. I’m in the military and getting ready for a deployment. They have us in this god forsaken place here in Texas. Pretty locked down. Luckily, there’s Grindr. One thing about me is that when I’m in the open bay and there is only the showers or the bathroom stalls to JO then I’d rather go without fapping. So by the time I met this boy I had a weeks worth of cum brewing in my balls. He is a cute, 28 yo, 5’5” tall, 155 lbs, white, vers/bottom. I’m 6’1, 185 lbs and fit. I love cute, short, bottoms that are just a lil bit chubby. Anyways, he hits me up on Grindr and get my juices flowing and so horned up my balls hurt. He is just so cute and fuckable. Unfortunately, us being just enlisted and not high enough on the totem pole to have our own rooms. Unlike the major I hooked up with here. But that’s another story…. We had to figure out a place to meet. That’s when we came upon these latrines that are off the beaten track. we kiss a little bit, he sucks me, and I start getting a little hard. He starts eating me out and I get way hard. I might be more verse depending on the situation and this is one of them. I wasn’t prepared to get fucked but I wanted to feel his dick a little bit. So I squatted and lined up his dick with my hole. It felt really good but I knew I wasn’t clean down there so I turn around and then turn him around. I start spitting on his hole and working it in. I spit on my dick. And ease the head in. I can tell I went to far when i see he winces so I pull out and add more spit. I go a little slower this time and his hole opens up nicely. I don’t like a hole that is too tight. He is bent at the waist and I’m standing and I start getting into a good rhythm. We are standing in front on the sinks. Quick aside, honestly the way this bathroom is set up it would be perfect for cruising. Anyways, I’m so lookin on forward to blowing this load and boy it feels good when I do. It was such a fat fucking load. His hole looked so good coated in my cum. I had to snap a pic. I scooped some off of his hole and gave it to him to see if he wanted a taste. But he declined. I cleaned him up. I wanted to get him off too but with the risk of getting caught we were in a hurry to leave. it was hot walking back and hearing him say that his hole was wet and dripping. we have actually hooked up one more time since then and I got his load up my bottom. we plan to hook up tonight. It will be our last chance because I ship out tomorrow night and will be busy all day. I plan to leave another load in him and get one more before he goes. im adding the picture of his loaded hole. Hope you enjoyed my first post.

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Chapter 7: Our First Field Trip. Our first trip was to a local park which was known as a cruising spot. He indicated that he had secured a picnic Pavillion and it would be a pot luck. He provided a list of food to bring, and if we failed to sign up in time, we would not be able to attend. Everyone In the class signed up! Our picnic Pavillion was right across from the building which the restrooms known for cruising were best known for. He asked us all to make careful observations while he started cooking the hot dogs and burgers. Before the meal, he asked us to share our observations. I started by saying that i was suprised by the numbers of guys that showed up in suits around lunch. He explained that this particular park was well known for its "businessman quick lunches", to which the class all laughed. Someone else indicated that most going there were males, and they noticed how many were confident yet others seeming quite nervous. The professor said that's normal, and at times those nervous ones would become the confident ones. He indicated that after lunch, we could explore on our own, however reminded us there was to he no sex of any kind! After that, he said he had something fun for us to do! When everyone returned he handed us all a trail map, and a bag which contained some plastic gloves. He explained that many use the trails for sex, and are disrespectful of them. He said we would be doing a scavenger hunt looking for things like used condoms, wrappers, underwear or even a bra which one person found before. Before collecting them, we were to put our gloves on. He also indicated to look very carefully as he has planted a card worth extra credit on it! He said to keep it to ourselves and only show him in private at the end of class. He once again stated that there was to be no sex on the trail, including with ourselves!

I practiced in the shower every day. I got myself hard and tried to piss. And kept at it until it worked. I love that I can give a true piss fuck--and never lose my hard on.

As I was late for Two for Tuesdsy, let's make itba Three for Thursdsy! Chapter 59: Room Service We both made sure our cocks weren't hard before returning to the main spa area. The attendant went to his private locker to retrieve some massage oils, a rubber sheet as not to get any oil on the silk sheets. He passed on grabbing any condoms, saying he knew we wouldn't need those. I smiled and said only if a cruel one. He told me I'd be suprised at how many straight guys he's fucked from the spa. Sadly he said most of them preferred safe, but if he saw a guy he'd like to poz, he would stealth them with some altered condoms he had. He them grabbed a bottle of champagn which he said came with the package. He also grabbed a box of chocolate covered strawberries which he said we would eat from each others asses before breeding. We then headed back to my room. Even though it was a luxury hotel, the soundproofing wasn't the best. We could hear my mom moaning and saying fuck me. Let's have our own child between us. Little did mom know what she was asking for. Dad told her he loved his new son, but would love to impregnate her. Based on her moans, he apparently began to hard and fast telling her she was about to get flooded with his seed. The attendant just looked at me and said, Breeders, ugh. He then suggested we head to the shower. He immediately noticed the shower shot, and said he had no idea he would be getting fucked today, so hadn't cleaned out. I turned on the water, and he said he had a better idea. He exited the shower and retrieved the bottle of champagne telling me to shake it, uncork it and stick it up his ass immediately giving him a champaign douche. He was incredibly clean, and i laid on the shower floor, drinking the champagne as he pushed it from his ass. We then moved to the bed, where he instructed me to lay on my back. He once again started at my head, massaging my temples, and then ear lobes. He then started sucking on my ear lobes, whispering that be wanted my freshly charged seed deep in him. He then began to massage my nipples. He first grabbed one of the strawberries, and sucked the chocolate off of it. He then took the strawberry and rubbed it around my nipples. He was already starting to pre cim and dabbed it on thevstrawberry, and put it in his mouth where i ate it out of. He wasn't rough, but my cock got even harder. He then started to rub oil onto my cock, but said it would be his ass massaging it. He then got on top and furiously rode my cock. He enjoyed it, and I had to remind him to be quiet. After I loaded his ass, he grabbed a stainless steel butt plug, telling me he wanted my seed to soak into him. It was getting close to dinner, and I told him my parents would likely be wanting him to join them. He said he worked until 9, but if I wanted, he'd come back for a creamy desert after if I wanted. I said definitely, but bring another bottle of champagne to make sure I was cleaned out. He smiled and said I'd need it before I got one of his best massages, a prostrate massage.

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

Part 11 Others Started to take seconds at the kids ass or mouth. About that time Frank came in, I knew that was going to be epic when I saw the Huge AIDS filled cock You had to see Frank to appreciate what he looked like. He was tall and extremely skinny. His cock actually looked bigger than his arms or legs. He was the epidemy of wasting. He had a strange blister on hos cock, it looked like it had something in it. He said it was a rare form of Siflis. He said it would burst when he was in an ass and give them something extra. He said with all the other stuff he had it wasn’t worth taking anymore meds. He said that he was parting all day long and just took a point of Trimix so his hardon would be good for a while. He walked behind the Kid and checked his hole. He saw the marks on his ass and Frank looked down and saw his dripping stretched pink hole. He said “ You’ve been busy, Haven’t you? “. The Kid weakly said “ Yes Sir “. Frank looked under the kid and saw his hard cock dripping. Frank asked what we gave him to keep a nice hardon like that. We told him nothing but T and G, Lots of T. He smirked and said “ This Kid is a natural. He looks like a teenager and has a cock like that? Frank pulled out a baggie with a he shard in it, I figured Frank would crush it but instead he took it and pushed up in the Kids ass. Then worked hid thumb in to keep it there. The kids eyes sprung open and he said “Damn, That really burns. Take it out”. Frank said “ Just wait a few minutes, you will be enjoying it”. I knew what was about happen so I grabbed a couple bottles of poppers. They were slightly different and I knew from experience that these would hep open the kid and get him ready for what was about to happen. Frank said he could feel the Shard melting some. I could tell he intended on pushing what was left of it into the kids guts. I opened the bottles of Poppers and held them under his nose. Told him to inhale deeply thru his nose and hold it as long as possible. When he exhaled I told him to do it again and hold it longer. He did this two more times and I could tell that between the Meth and the Poppers he was flying. Franks cock had a bigger PA on it than I could remember. He pulled his thumb out and immediately put the head of his cock against the kids hole. He pushed his head in a little and then pulled back. The Kid let out a slight whimper. At that point Frank drove his entire twelve inches into the kid. The ki squealed like a pig and said “ Shit “, Frank replied “ Not today you don’t “. He actually got almost all of it up the kids ass. He pulled out so the PA could rip his hole then pushed back in. this time there was no stopping him until he had his low hanging balls slapping his ass. Frank said “ I can feel what is left of the shard. I just pushed it into your guts” I went around behind them and looked. His ballas were swinging hitting the Kids swollen ball sack. Frank was into some serous ass plowing as I watched. The Kids cock was not quite as had but was still it’s normal size and dripping precum while Frank wrecked his ass. Frank was rooting around making sure he got ever inch up the Kids ass. I looked at the Mirror and the Kids eyes were wide open, his mouth was open but nothing was coming out. Frank slowed his pace saying he didn’t want to cum to soon. He wanted to damage the kid more

It’s strange that I was sexually abused by 3 different men all completely unrelated. The first abuse was when I was in kindergarten playing with a neighbor at his house that was like 3 houses down. My friend introduced me to a game where we would touch our dicks together. A few days later while playing in my basement we did it more but he taught me to kiss his dick and he did mine which turned into oral. We did this for a few weeks I would guess before he taught me about fingering each other’s asses. My dad caught us touching our dicks together and that ended that. I look back and I feel sorry for my friend because he was obviously being abused by someone at such a young age to know about these things. The bad thing for me was I was really aware of sexual pleasure at a young age. several years later as a preteen I was abused by my great uncle although it was very pleasureful at at the time I know now it was really fucked up what he did. He groomed me gay porn and slowly and methodically trained me to be his personal cum dump. For years he had total access to me and fucked me multiple times a week. As fun as it was then it set me up to be exploited by older men in my early teens. a couple years later after my great uncle met a man and moved away I was abused by my next door neighbor who was an old retired gay man. It’s a very long story but from like 11 to 14 I became his boy any he fucked me all the time and would bring in other men to fuck me often which I later found out he was turning me out and charging these guys to fuck me. By 14 I was broken. I felt fine but I had to have sex with older men like an addict. I spent the the next 15 years of my life searching non stop for older guys to fuck my ass. Now here I am still happy so I guess I did ok.

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Here's a list of ideas: Relax, pour a drink, watch TV and have him suck your cock. Deepthroat. Train him to take your cock all the way to the base. Deepthroat it until he chokes. It’s his job to deal. Fuck his mouth like it’s a pussy. It is. Cock slap him. Spit on him. Spit down his throat Piss on him. Piss down his throat. Piss in his ass. Piss on, down, or in him while you are out in public or before he goes out in public. Make him beg for your spit Make him beg for your piss Finger his hole. Finger his hole in public Call his hole a pussy Call his hole a pussy in public Spank him. Spank him with a paddle Spank his balls. They are your toys. Have your buddy spank him, his balls. Your toys are worth sharing. Fuck his ass. Fuck his ass while you choke him Fuck his ass while he’s tied up Fuck his ass and abuse him across a weekend while he’s tied up. Fuck his ass / tag team with your buddy. Fuck his ass / tag team with your buddy across a weekend while he’s tied up. No breaks. Gang-bang him with a group of friends or strangers. Whore him out to friends or strangers. For nothing. For cash. Your call. Fuck his ass with a dildo. Fuck his ass with a dildo, make him clean it with his mouth. Make him clean it after its been your ass or another faggot’s ass. Smack or slap his face. Do it during sex. Do it randomly. Call him names. “Faggot”, “Cunt”, and “Whore” are easy. Kiss him like you need his mouth to breathe Pull his hair Pull his arms behind his back while you fuck him. He’s just a hole. Take his clothes. Don’t give them back until he’s satisfied you Take his clothes while out in public. Don’t give them back until he’s satisfied you. Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him. Cum on his face. Smear it in. Make him wear it out in public. Cum down his throat. Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog. Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock. Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass. Cum on food and make him eat it. Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo. Flick or twist his nipples. Have him wear only an oversized coat to your flat, not clothes, no shoes. Have him get naked on your doorstep. Exposed. Before he rings the doorbell. Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body. Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store). Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet. Masturbate him / make him him masturbate for you. Don’t let him cum. Repeat. Punish him if he comes. Make him cum. Make him cum again. Make him cum again until he’s firing blanks and it hurts to cum. Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch. Make him watch while you fuck another faggot. Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot. Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him. Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot. Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass. Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it. Put him on all fours. Milk the cum out of him like an animal for breeding. Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock. Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your buddy’s cock Have an actual bitch fuck him Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace. Hang weights from his balls. Blindfold him when you use him. Fist his hole. Cum in his ass. Cum in his ass. Plug it. Make him keep the load in for as long as he can, preferably in public. Hate fuck him. Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch. Make him lick your feet. Use him as a footrest. Make him give you a massage or footrub. When he pees in the restroom, have him drop his pants to his ankles. He’s a cunt. People need to know. Make him wear a collar and leash. Keep him in a cage. Make him wear a ball gag. Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog. Get him a butt-plug tail like a dog. Leave him tied up out back like a dog. Turn the hose on him to wash him like a dog. Torture him with hot wax. Make him give himself an enema — with water, with your piss — while you watch. Make him beg for your cock. Points for public. Feed him your pre-cum. Make him lick your sweaty pits. Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.” Make hum call you “Master” or “Sir” in public. Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole. Tease / torture his cock. Tease / torture his cock while in public Use him randomly during the day while you both are doing other things Use him in front of others Make sure others know he’s your bitch Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it. Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him. Lock him in chastity. Make him cum. Spoil his orgasm. Make him lick you head to toe. Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass. Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car). Throw him around to get him in position to fuck him Throw him around to get him in position just because it makes your dick hard to rough him up. Get in his head. Find out what turns him on. Use it. Encourage your straight friends to use his ass like a pussy whenever they want. Stick ice cubes in his ass Give him five minutes notice you are arriving for a fuck. Give him the same notice you are arriving, but with friends. Have him bathe you from head to toe. Turn the hose on him in the yard and wash him like an animal Make him cry. Whisper shit like: “Faggot, you mean nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. You’re just a hole to dump in and leave. Now beg me to spray my sperm up your faggot cunt.” while you fuck him. Cover up his mouth to keep him quiet. Cover up his mouth to keep him quiet while fucking outside, near and around people. Do whatever you can to make him cry out.

Part 8 Blake was placed on his back, wrists still connected to his collar. The men held his legs wide apart, putting his rosebud on full display. His pussy was a bright red colour, and stuck out about 1/2 inch. Cum oozed out and ran down his pure, white ass, leaving a lovely pink trail. I fingered his bud while he moaned. "Push out!" I ordered. He pushed, causing his rosebud to pulse in and out while gobs of goo filled my hand. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" He did without hesitation. I slapped a handful of his ass goo onto his tongue while I told him to keep his mouth open and push. More filled my hand and I slapped it onto his face, rubbing it onto his eyes for even more pain. One more handful was rubbed into his hair. "That's how my bitch should be. Filled with and covered with niggah cum! SWALLOW!" He did so like a good slut while I rubbed the prickly bristles of the brush against his inflamed, raw cunt. I pressed harder into his flesh, pushing deeper before dragging it across his exposed intestine. He groaned in pain as he flung his head back and forth, almost crying as I scraped the brush over his torn lips, unable to move as the men held him tight. Soon the brush was coated in a nice, sticky goo. I sprinkled some T on the coffee table and rolled the brush in the powder, covering it. I put the tip against his rosebud as some placed a popper rag over Blake's nose. Then I started pushing. Slowly. Giving it a little twist with each push. And it wasn't a small brush. 3 inches around probably, and very stiff bristles that didn't give as they twisted deeper into the teen. Blake screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. But I did not stop until i had all six inches in his guts. Blake's screams died down to a continual low moan as the brush scraped him deep inside. I ran my finger over the coffee table, getting the rest of the T and rubbed it all over his flaming rose. Then I grabbed the handle and pulled out the hairbrush in one fast tug. Blake screamed like he was possessed as the men held him tight while the sharp bristles inflicted unimaginable pain. As soon as the brush was out, I placed my five fingers in the opening left behind, and pushed my hand in. Blake's pussy was such a torn mess by now, that my large hand slid right in. At least, if there was resistance, I didn't care. In ten seconds, my wrist was covered with a bright, red rose. I pushed deeper, making a fist and punching Blake's prostate. Blake just moaned incoherently as I pushed my fist back and forth inside him. Soon Blake let out a howl and started pissing. I pounded his prostate as piss flowed from his tiny little shriveled up dick. Soon the piss stopped as clear fluid started leaking out of his pathetic cock. As I continued to work his prostate, Blake started fucking back on my arm. "Ah fuck Sir! I'm cumming!" He screamed. I knew he wasn't actually cumming. His drug filled body and my fisting made him feel like he was. He moaned and tried to take more of my arm into him. I laughed as I looked down on him. When he woke up this morning, he could have never in a million years guessed he'd wind up a white boy puppet on a black mans arm. I smiled as I imagined his life. An 18 y/o high school senior, rich, probably popular, maybe has a girlfriend. Now here he was, high as fuck, gangfucked, abused, a cumdump whore to niggahs, riding his new owners arm. I was so fucking turned on knowing how I was destroying little Blakey, that I had to come again. I shoved my cock into my new teen slut, and jerked myself off inside him as he cried in pain. I pulled out of him and turned him over to the men. I knew most of them would cum again. I turned around as Blake had his nose buried in a dude's pubes as another guy punch fucked his ever increasing rosebud. I just let the men have their fun as I poured a nice cognac and lit one of Daddy's cigars. I grabbed Blake's phone, and the stupid fucking fag didn't even have a lock on it. I perused his contacts. Yup, girlfriend, lol. Lots of friends. Several different group lists, handy. Even a Father someone. So Blake is a Catholic boy? Sweet. I put his phone down, and picked up mine. Guys had sent me the vids they took so far tonight. I had great fun over the next couple of hours as I edited a really filthy video of my whore. My favourite was when I was fucking him and he was looking right into the phone, begging and moaning like a depraved fag. When I was happy, I sent the video to basically EVERYONE in his phone, along with a written confession. It was only a matter of minutes before replys started coming in. I wanted to save them for later. Eventually the sun started coming up, and Blake was still taking cock. He was moaning as he laid, barely moving on a guy as he was getting double fucked again. After they came in the boy, I had to break up the party. I new better than to spend more time at the house. I told the guys to come over to my place later if they still want to fuck my new meth slut. I tied Blake up after the men left, so I could steal some shit. I emptied out Blake's closet. Lots of nice clothes and shoes. I found $5000 in cash, but not much else. I didn't want to steal enough they actually call the cops, just to think their niggah loving faggot son took it. I loaded up Blake's car, a sweet mustang, put the naked boy in the trunk, and took off. I wanted to unload my shit in a hurry, so I sold the clothes in one lump, and took the car to a chop shop, but not before I had locked Blake in the trunk of my car. Back at my place, I snuck a naked Blake up the back stairs. He walked in pain as i had a huge plug up his hole. I lived in a shithole place, but it served its purpose. I could split fast if I needed to. It was a one bedroom, and all I had was a t.v. and a couple of chairs in the living room, and a nasty, stained mattress on the floor of my bedroom, with a desk, chair and light. I took a chain and chained Blake's collar to a radiator. I sat in the chair and shined the light on Blake. He looked like shit, covered in all kinds of filth. Spun as fuck, his eyes darted around the room. I watched as his newely released hands touched the plug, trying to shift it more comfortably. Smack!! I slapped him hard. "Don't touch yourself without permission bitch!" He cowered in fear as he realized the reality of his situation. "Get it through your head now, slut. I said I owned you. I meant it. Your my property now to use as I want." As I said this I reached for his phone. There was at least 20 texts unread. I pulled the plug forcefully out, eliciting a loud cry. I smiled as I pushed my hard cock into the wet, sloppy gash. I opened the videos as I played the one I edited. It was 10 minutes of Blake being treated like a 2 dollar whore, while he begged and moaned for more. I could tell Blake was turned on by the vid, as he watched himself get debased and used. Every nasty event of the night was included in the vid. Then I opened his text. First I showed him the text he sent to his contacts. I made him read it out loud as I fucked him. "Hey all! Just thought I'd finally come clean about shit. Its taken me years to admit this. I'm a faggot. I'm a filthy, depraved, sick and twisted cumdump. My purpose in life is to take cum in my holes. Today, i have taken more than 30 loads of hot man cum. I worship big, black, niggah cock. Im a pathetic whore who is now owned by a beautiful ebony pimp. Tonight he sold my ass for a gangbang. He only charged them $5 each because thats how low i am. Black cock after black cock fucked me. Men i dont know. My ass was filled with cum. Poz cum included. I begged this one huge, black buck with a 12 inch cock to poz my little, white ass. I drink piss because im a niggah's toilet. I am proud to be my Masters drugged up fuckhole." Blake could barely get through reading this, as he was crying. His humiliation only made my cock harder. Destroying white boys is the ultimate rush! Then I made him read the responses, telling me who each of the people were to him.