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It's a little long and poz only at the end the story is leadup. Igot contaced with an old FB and we organised a session for the next week. I'm a married middle-age bttm guy but as we have a family doctor I'm not on prep So only play with those that are. the week roles by with me getting more excited as I don't get to play with Gary as much as I'd like due to situation. the day rolls round and I leave work for a day time hookup. getting to his place he hasn't changed he's a charismatic hot silver fox with a lean hot body and from memory a thick cock. before we get to his room he offers me a drink to help relax and we catchup in what's been happening. during the conversation we talk about status n playing bare and he's still neg on prep while I'm just neg. reaching forward he pulls me into a kiss saying he's going to breed me deep n flood me with cum n more, horny I just kiss back younger searching as we grind against each other. pulling back he skulls his drink and suggest we get started. I finish mine In a couple of gulps and we head to the bedroom where he strip me and pushed me down to suck his cock. 7.5 thick cut and perfect for my ass n mouth, I suck and gag in it like I'll die if I don't have it. it was semi solid when we started and after 5 mins of sucking licking it's rock hard. pulling me up we kiss n grind our naked bodies, cock against cock as he's grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezing, I know he wants to fuck me now. we part and I head for the bed, getting on all fours he grabs my cheeks pulling them apart so my hole is exposed and open to him. leaning in he licks and tounges my hole I groan as shivers go down my spine. he's going deeper with his tounge and I can feel his beard rub against my ass and all I can do is groan and push back. sliding one two three fingers in with spit only he's opening me up asking if I'm ready for his cock. i just say fuck yes I need you in me now. hearing this he slaps his cock against my hole and I'm hot in anticipation. as he applies a little lube and I feel his head slip in. a little pain but once he's past the first hole I'm in heaven and the pounding starts. we fuck in a few positions finally having him with me in my back legs up over his shoulders as he's balls deep pounding me looking in my eyes till hs squirting in me. squeezing my ass to milk him I try and get every drop of cum in my ass. pulling out he goes to the other side of the bed sits and breaths out.i reach for his cock rolling over to him and start to suck him clean. I'm on my belly now so all his load just drains deeper into me and I'm in bliss loaded and sucking cummy cock. looking down he grabs my hair saying what a great ass I have and he'd love to share it with some other friends he plays bare with. we talked about group before so he knows I'm open to it, I just nod and continue sucking his cock. Grabing his phone he organises his friends and says they will be here in 5 so keep sucking. they arrive and let themselves in and the first I know is when two hot 50+ silver daddies are watching me from the door. looking up their introduced as Brad and Dave and I'm told to keep sucking they will make themselves comfortable. continuing to suck and Focus on the cock I have they strip out of eyeshot and Dave comes and sits on the bed next to Gary offering his cock, it's 8 thick and pierced. I just stare and smile as I reach for it. as Brad grabs my ass and start eating me out. I just groan in pleasure as in pig heaven. brad tells gary how much he loves a sloppy hole as he teases my hole with his cock. I feel this cock and push back as I want it in me and beg him to fuck me. Sliding in he says he's not going to last long in a cummy hole like this as he bottoms out. it causes me a little pain but he's hitting places that have never been hit and I just push back with each thrust . I keep sucking Dave and Gary as my ass is slowly ruined. As he get close to cumming Dave can see this and lifts my head and tells me to beg for brads load. I just push back more saying fuck me, breed me,give me that load. this pushes him over the edge and he rams one powerful thrust into me that makes me see stars as I feel him shudder n squirt inside me and he holds it deep in me as I feel warmth flow into me, he slowly continues to fuck me just not as violently but i have to stop sucking as I hang my head to recover as I'm shaking. Dave gets up and in a minute replaces brad as i feel another hard cock slide into me.he tells me if I liked what brad did he'll do just as much and they are both multi cummers. I lookup at Gary I say i love his friends and they can be invited anytime to. it's at this point brad sits down flopping a cummy blood flecked pierced cock in front of me. But what I'm looking at isnt his cock it's the biohazard tattoo above his cock. I'm shocked unable to speak but I must have squeezed my ass muscles as Dave says yeah now he knows... I look at Gary and he just says "that's why I'm on prep". I'm shocked but he continues, "they asked if I knew any pozs cumdumps and I thought of you. we just needed to make one change, and by the look of brads cock that's definitely happed and daves will only added to it " I'm shocked but looking as brads cock I know there no going back, I turn to Dave who still has his cock in me staring into his eyes and tell him to fuck me up and poz my ass. turning back to brad I look him in the eye grabing his cock saying I hope you have more than one load in this and start to such him hard again. ...

Shawn was getting ready to head to the orgy he had been looking forward to for weeks. The organizer was a hot otter guy. There would be 5 other guys there. All either Vers or bottoms. He was strictly a top. He was 28, 6’1, 185 lbs of muscle with olive skin he got from his Italian heritage. He had a fat 8.5 in uncut dick. He never had a problem finding a hole to seed. But his true passion was pozzing neg hole. Especially stealth pozzing. That is why he was looking forward to this orgy so much. He knew 2 of the guys were not on prep. And the rest he wasn’t sure but hoped they were not. All participants had to send negative tests within a week of the party. Shawn worked in a lab and had fake documents to share no problem. When he got to the party the otter, Steve - 23 Vers bottom, welcomed him and lead him to the room where he could strip and then told him to join them in the living room across the hall. Shawn stripped and walked across the hall already half chubbed. He was then introduced to the rest of the guys. Max - 21, bottom, no prep, twink Luke - 23, Vers, twunk Sumner - 29, Vers, no prep, jock Jason - 25, bottom, cub Shawn knew sumner and Max were not on prep as he had talked to both before the party and they confirmed it. The other 2 he had not talked to before tonight. And Steve did not say when they talked. With the introductions out of the way Steve worked on making drinks for everyone after he pointed out the lube and poppers on the coffee table. Shawn zeroed in on Sumner and started to chat him up and kiss him. He lead him to an over-stuffed chair in the corner. They proceeded to more deep kissing and making out. Then he pushed the jock to his knees to start to suck on his big fat poz dick. He loved seeing the big muscle jock suck his meat. After a few minutes Shawn pulled Sumner up and bent him over the back of the chair and started to eat his hairy hole. Sumner moaned from the tongue assaulting his hole. He reached for the pooper bottle next to him and started ti inhale. Shawn stood and bent over Sumner to make out with him as he was still bent over the chair. His big fat uncut dick leaking poz precum in Summer's neg ass cracker and hole. Summer moaned as the leaky head and spit allowed Shawn’s dick to enter this hole. Shawn could tell sumner took a lot of dick with how easy it went in. He was tight, but that’s just because of how big his dick was. To an average dick the hole would have felt looser. He was amazed his was still neg. But he wouldn’t be for long. He continued to work Summer's jock hole open as he fucked deeper and deeper. Then started to pick up speed. The moan coming form Sumner was so hot! The fucking continued, with ocassional stops to switch positions or east his ass. Making sure to use his finger nails to scratched his hole as he ate it and fingered it in between fucks. Finally Shawn decided it was time to impregnate his first hole. He started to make out deep with Sumner as he pounded hard into his hole. Finally shooting a huge load of poisonous cum balls deep in the neg hole. All while the jock begged for his cum! As they rested and recovered Sumer said, “Fuck that was hot! Thanks so much, I have been craving a load. i am so glad we did tests before this, I love raw dick but never take it. I can get anything cause I have a girlfriend. I am so glad I know taking your load was safe. I can’t wait to get more from the other guys!” “No problem man! I am glad I got to fill your hole. Maybe do a another round later tonight!” With that Shawn got up and moved to the bar to get his drink and rest a little as he watch the other guys go at it around the living room. More to follow.

I live in a new development in a small town in Wiltshire, UK. The builders are finishing off the last houses. I work full time from home. One of the contractors contacted me on Grindr this past Wednesday (18 Oct) and said he only has time for a quick blowjob. An hour later he left leaving me very happy with a load in my hole and one shot down my throat.

******2****** A few weeks have past. I have no signs or symptoms to suggest his seed has impregnated me. I'm convinced the bug hasn't taken. I'm disappointed as I was sure he was massively toxic. He told me he felt he didn't have long left and wanted me to carry his dna and pass on his seed. I'm very busy at work and have had no time for any sex. I'm gagging for some intimacy, cock and a fuck. My usual sauna, in Brick Lane, is always busy on Friday nights. Loads of guys who want to start the weekend off with a bang! It's summer and the building is crammed with guys and it's hot. There's a strong smell of sweaty testosterone and cum. I leave my clothes in the locker and put the towel round my waist. There are a few guys sucking cock in the cinema and in the jacuzzi. All but one of the dark rooms have their doors closed. In the one remaining room there's a young guy lying on the padded bed face down with his towel covering his head. From his firm arse I deduce he's in his mid twenties. I enter and run my hand over his firm buttocks. There's a light covering of fair almost blonde fur on his arse cheeks. He groans a little as I pull his firm cheeks apart and look at his hole. It's beautiful and his starfish is pink. My cock is already creating a tent in my towel. Thoughts are racing through my head. If I was fertile with poz seed now and bred him I would have been able to keep the promise I made to my, wannabe, gifter. I lick the middle finger of my left hand and gently probe his hole. He moves his legs apart intuitively and I insert my finger in past his sphincter. He moans a little. He's very tight. Fertile or not, I'm going to fuck him. I take one of the sachets of lube from the bowl in the corner of the room and drip it onto his gorgeous opening. The cold fluid makes him flinch and draw breath. I'm pushing two fingers into him now. His hole feels like it's trying to suck them inside. Even if I'm not poz I can fantasise what it would be like to seed him with my toxic sperm. I pull the towel from me and throw it to the bottom of the bed. More lube in his hole and I get on the bed and lay ontop of him. He hasn't mentioned using a condom so, I mount him, sliding my cock into his tight hole. It feels so good. He sighs as I begin to fuck him slowly. The hot, wet walls of his arse are caressing my penis. He feels like a virgin. I'm laying right on top of his body, my arms underneath his arms and my hands on each side of his head. We haven't seen each others faces so, have no idea what each of us looks like. Sweat is dripping off my body onto his. I plough his are for five minutes then lift myself onto my arms so I can see my cock sliding in and out of his cunt. I do not believe in god, ghosts, or the supernatural, although I do know a few fairies but, none of them have wings. However I can actually hear a voice telling me to breed him, impregnate him, ejaculate my gifters dna into him. It's as clear a sound as I've ever heard. I must be hallucinating. I don't care. I'm in automatic fucking mode now, losing all control. My only focus, purpose in life is to fuck this young guy full of my seed, to empty as much of my seamen into him as I can. The pressure is building up. I'm fucking him as hard as I can and he's moaning, squirming, breathing hard. I have an overwhelming feeling that I'm really going to knock him up, impregnate him. The pressure is just too much. My ejaculation feels magnificent. Easily the best orgasm I ever had. My balls have been drawn up to my body and my cock is continuously pumping my sperm into him. I'm in ecstacy. My testicles must be empty by now but my cock is still pumping. Slowly, very slowly my body begins to relax. I roll onto my side, completely spent. The receptacle of my seed casually gets up and without looking at me thanks me and leaves the room. I need to recover and have just enough energy to stand and bolt the door. I crash on the bed for, I don't know how long. I'm aware that the attendant guy is banging on the door telling me the sauna is closing up and whoever is in there needs to get dressed and get out. I know the place closes at 4am on Saturday morning. That would mean I'd been asleep for at least five hours. It's now three months since my attempted conversion and a good few weeks since I fucked the young guy in the sauna. Sitting here in the clinic waiting for my test results I'm bored. It's just my regular six monthly check up. I'm not expecting anything out of the ordinary. The Dr is standing at his office door asking me to come in. This isn't unusual. He usually gives me the safe sex talk, some condoms, lube and a card with prep info on it. "I'm afraid you've tested positive for HIV" He continues talking but I can't really hear what he's saying. It's muffled and completely unintelligible. My mind is going back a few weeks, to the young man I fucked in the dark room at the sauna and the voice in my ear.

Absolutely! Go crazy with it man

Went to Wet Wednesday at Crew Club last Wednesday and fucked some hot ass . This was billed as a cumdump event with 10 hooded cumdumps and up to 100 breeders. In fact, 11 cumdumps were advertised on Twitter or maybe on the Freak Parties website. I didn't try to be a cumdump for this event because it didn't look like I would meet the required criteria (my X/Twitter presence is pretty lame - I only have two or three short videos and have not mastered the art of sexy nude selfies). In retrospect I should probably have applied. But I decided to go, do my duty to serve/worship the asses of my fellow bottoms and fuck ass when a real top was pounding hole. Also, I might be able to eat some ass. There were also a lot less than 100 breeders or tops. Maybe 50 max. I arrived around 9 pm and ended up leaving at 11:45 pm because I had to catch the bus back to Baltimore. The party had started at 8 pm. There were actually 6 ass-up cumdumps, and one of those didn't appear to be too active. There was possibly another cumdump but we wasn't ass up like the others but this guy did have access to a room so maybe he was listed as one of the planned cumdumps. I haven't fucked ass in a long time and have been basically a total bottom for several years (really, most of my sex life I have been a lightly vers-bottom but all my boyfriends basically forced me to fuck them because we were often bottoms hooking up with bottoms). All 6 of the ass-up cumdumps were in larger rooms (used to be called Captains Rooms, I think these were 1 - 6, Crew Club has about 26 or so of these rooms). All of these rooms are next to the lobby and ventilated smoking lounge. Room 1 was the room with a smoking hot younger guy with his pretty ass perfectly presented in a red jockstrap. He was also the less active guy. He is a shorter muscular guy, more calisthenics + running or swimming with a hot little to medium (in size) muscular ass. When I arrived his door wasn't open but I saw it after someone came out and he didn't close the door. He was ass-up with his pretty hole facing the door. I slipped in his tight hole. So his hole ring was very tight around my dick but his ass was cavernous and silky. My dick felt like it was sort of floating around in his ass. He was actually the 3rd guy I fucked that evening but I only fucked him once. The room next to him, room 2, was occupied nearly all the time I was there. This guy was really popular. Turns out he was from Richmond. He was the 5th guy I fucked but I fucked him at least 3 times. He's a big muscular guy with a big muscular ass. He said he had taken 20 loads that evening. I left after fucking him the third time. I also licked his ass after fucking him each time. Next up, after the door to the upstairs lounge/lobby area playing Mass Collab/NYSeed videos, was room 3. This guy was said to be a vers top. I couldn't fuck him at first as I had some trouble getting hard. But in between top fucks I eventually got in. He was also muscular and hot but his muscle tone was less tight than the guys in rooms 1 or 2. He was also tall like the guy in room 2. Guys were in and out of his room all night and sometimes he had a crowd. His hole was soft around my dick but a bit tight getting in. His ass was pretty tight all around. I fucked him two or three times. Next up, room 4. This guy was hot - I don't know why this guy didn't have a train on him all night. He was also the first guy I fucked. I ended up fucking him four or five times. His hole was medium tight, not cavernous but a little loose inside. I fucked him when he was available but as soon as a real top looked like he wanted to fuck him I pulled out. I also licked his ass after every fuck. He was the only guy to remain hooded most of the time. I don't know if he had tattoos on both ass cheeks or if he had had a kind of swirl draw on his cheeks. He also had tally makes on his right ass cheek rather than just on his jockstrap so he had taken at least seven loads that night. Next up, room 5. This guy was hairless and more light-medium weight training muscular. His hole was also tight and his ass was sort of silky but firm. I may have only fucked him once. Room 6 - I couldn't get inside this hot guy's very tight hole although I tried a couple of times. He seemed disappointed so I didn't bother him again. He was a more than medium muscular hot African-American man, also tall, probably weight trained. There was also one guy, not a cumdump who I fucked in the sort of dark room Crew club has (with that weird platform area in the middle). I was also fucked twice there. All the guys were hot with different hole and ass feels - YUM! Next time I'm in Berlin at a cumdump event I'll try to mount a fellow hole when there's down time because life is too short to not have a dick up a hole's ass and sometimes another hole has to pound ass as best he can to spread the happiness.

I was in a monogamous relationship for the best part of 25 years, so didn’t embrace my cumdump self until my late 40’s. I’ve been trying to make up for all those lost years ever since, and haven’t noticed my sex drive tailing off so far. In some ways I hope it does- there are other things in life I’d like to devote a little more time to. But while guys still find me fuckable, I’m going to continue taking as much cock as I can.

MY NEPHEW AT THE GAY NUDE BEACH— You may have read my previous account of one of the times my young nephew stayed at my place and I introduced him to the joys of adult bookstores and video arcades and glory holes. He was instantly a big fan. But, at his age, he’s definitely a big fan of sex in general, any time and any where. I discovered that he had never been to a nude beach, so, last weekend, on a Saturday, we drove down to the San Gregorio gay nude beach. It’s been a nude beach since 1966, and the beach-goers are predominantly gay men. The men are in the habit of building driftwood “forts” on the sand, each one delineating a personal space for its occupant(s). The parking lot and access road are privately owned, and an admission fee is charged. The beach itself is public property. The weather there is always a gamble, with some days completely fogged in, and cold and windy, and other days are sunny and warm. I knew that, if the weather was clear, the beach would be crowded on a Saturday, so we got there early. The man who was collecting the admission fee to the parking lot seemed very skeptical about my nephew’s age. He hadn’t brought ID, so it looked like there might be trouble. But, I slipped the man a $20 bill and I told him that was how old my nephew was. We cobbled together 2 driftwood “forts,” side by side. I had brought along what I called, “my lucky shirt which had large block letters spelling out, “FUCK ME.” I tacked it to a piece of driftwood and placed it up high between our 2 driftwood forts where anybody walking by could clearly see it, and, hopefully act on it. The fog was starting to burn off so I could tell that it was going to be a good beach day. I gave each of us a good strong booty bump. Then, we kicked back and blew clouds while we waited for the crowd to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long. I could see a muscular, middle aged man down at the far end of the beach, walking in our direction. As he got closer, I was sure he could see our, “FUCK ME” sign. At first, he was walking down by the water, but suddenly, he veered up closer and closer to where my nephew and I were, our heads down and our asses up. His first words, referring to the, “FUCK ME” sign, were, “Is this for real ?” I said, “Sure. Your choice. Take your pick.” Of course he chose my nephew. Young, smooth, and cute ? Who wouldn’t make that choice ? Little did he know that I had brought my camera, and I was recording the whole scene. My nephew was lying on his back, legs up and back while the guy fucked him. My nephew could see me with the camera, but the guy fucking him was face down, so he didn’t see me. Luckily, my nephew didn’t say anything. He just let out a high pitched moan with every thrust of the guys fat cock into my nephew’s hole. When the guy started gasping, I knew that he was going from pounding my nephew’s ass to pumping it full of cum. After he pulled out, he said, “Thanks, guys. That was hot !” Imagine that. A nice guy as well as being a hot fuck. Now, I could see a lot more men trudging down the beach and claiming spare driftwood to build their own forts. Quite a few of them noticed our, “FUCK ME” sign and pointed and laughed, all in good fun. I was sure that some of them would stop by later on to check us out a little more closely. My first fuck of the day was a homely fat guy with an equally big fat dick. Many times I’ve said that a big dick can make up for a lot of ugly. LOL. Plus, I don’t discriminate, especially when I’m spun on crystal. He sure was heavy, lying on top of me, but I was loving having his big prick stretching my hole and making me take it deep while I hit the poppers, again and again. The bonus was that he was a really heavy cummer, too. Thumbs up ! Whenever either one of us was getting fucked, it always drew a small group of men who gathered close, stroking their dicks and checking out the action, their camera phones up and constantly recording. Some of them just wanted to watch and some of them were waiting for their turn to fuck my nephew or me. Although I’m still pretty good looking and I’m still in pretty good shape, there’s no comparison to how hot my young nephew is. His ass was the prize that most of them wanted. And, good for him. I’m really proud of him. When it was time to go, I recovered my lucky, “FUCK ME” shirt, and I shoved a butt plug up my nephew’s hole to keep the huge amount of cum from running down his legs. The final count was 2 loads for me and 6 for my nephew ! He asked me if we were coming back tomorrow.

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Ive changed the names of some of the people involved, but this is my story of the first time using T I’m going back quite a few years to tell the story of my first-time using T. My name is Ed and at the time of these events I was 35 years old, 6 years out of the military, and about 5 years out of the closet. I had a tough time coming out to myself. I was brought up thinking ‘fags are weak’ and not something to be admired. I got by telling myself its OK if I’m gay if I’m a top. So, for many years I was 100% top, hunting for bottoms with my bud John, often at the gay campground I belonged to. We’d make a game of how many bottom boys we could get in our sling in a night, making fun of how fast they’d put up their legs after a few drinks. On the leather and motorcycle weekends we had the added fun of fucking the boys in the public play space the camp set up. I was a muscled motorcycle riding tattooed furry leather bear with a thick 8” cock and 2GA PA so getting attention was never a problem. Taking a break I would watch the bottom pigs, ass up in the sling blissfully taking load after load. On the screens all around there was hardcore BB porn playing showing pigs indulging in every fetish imaginable; piss play, fisting, flogging, bondage, blindfolded cumdumps being used from both ends. My friends would say how hot it was, but then smirk and say but of course no self-respecting guy would really do all that. I’d nod in agreement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking “why the hell not?” I’d fucking love to be in that kind of no limits fuck it all kind of pig pile; not worried about who might see or what they might think. I’d experimented with bottoming when I was out of town for work. I’d have some luck, but a lot of times a guy said he wanted to top but then he'd show up and want me to fuck him. I’m not exactly submissive, but I am always eager to please so sure I’d lube up and give a good pounding. In truth I was getting tired of being the on-call top. In the meantime, I practiced with toys in private at home. About this time, I found the Breeding Zone site and started reading all the hot chem sex stories. I was always very strait laced and had only rarely tried pot. At first the stories of guys getting stealth chemmed and used as a cumdump really turned me on. I don’t know how many loads I jacked off reading those stories. Later though I realized I was really turned on by the stories of guys who embraced what they were, and open eyed begged to get turned into a chemmed up fuck hole, knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into and wanting every last greased up cock they could get. Meanwhile a good friend of mine Rick was an expert fister and while he was showing me how to fist properly, he’d insist I needed to experience at least some of what I was doing to the bottom. I agreed and soon it was obvious to him that his 100% top friend liked his hole worked on. I admitted to him that not only did I like being fucked but increasingly I’d been having fantasies about being the kind of totally used fuck hole I’d read about on Breeding Zone. He said that he knew a Master in a town about an hour away who was looking for a once-a-month pig he could turn into his slave and willing fuck-toy. He was rough but sane and if I wanted, he’d pass on my contact information. I was shaken and excited and told Rick yes, if he thought I could live up to Master Tom’s demands I’d very much want to try it. About a week later I get a text saying: You Slave! I hear you need a Master to train you to serve. I replied “Yes Please Sir! I really need to know what it is to be a hole used without limits.” Good Answer! You must always call me Sir, or Master Tom, and when were together you will always be naked. The only time I ever want to hear the word no from you slave is if I ask ”do you want me to stop?” Understood? Yes Sir! This pig is eager to become a naked slave for your use Master Tom Good! I’m free for a long weekend in two weeks. Can you come by my place one evening before then? There will be no sex, I need to inspect you and make sure I’m not wasting my time. In the meantime, send me some full body pics of yourself plus dick and ass shots. Yes, Master Tom, just tell this pig when and where to be and I will comply. A date that suited Master Tom was set and on a Tuesday evening I found myself nervously knocking at his door exactly when he ordered. A tall man in dress slacks and a white shirt answered the door. He was very clean cut and looked more like a Mormon missionary than a slave master. “So, you’re the fuck hole applicant Rick sent me. He says you don’t have any experience as a slave, but you know how to follow orders and don’t whine”. Yes Sir! I want to be a good slave but… Sir Tom stopped me with a quick slap across the mouth. “Pig you will NEVER address me unless you are fucking bare assed” “Do you understand?” I was confused for a moment then quickly stripped off my Camo shorts, tank top, jock, and jump boots. Naked in his open door I dropped to my knees for good measure and said Yes Sir! Thank you for the training, Sir. He seemed pleased and pointed to the living room, get up and walk was all he said. I walked naked into his living room and falling back on my military training stood at attention. I was rock hard! He walked around me looking me over. He kicked my legs open into a wider stance so he could thoroughly check me out. Master Tom said “let’s make this clear. I want an obedient fuck hole that knows this is all about making my cock happy.” If I accept you as a slave, you will always arrive, strip completely and present yourself for inspection. Understand you leave your clothes and rights at the door. I’m a POZ Top and I only BB. I like to parTy and I want my slave to be fucked up too. You can speak normally, what do you think of being my slave. I answered Sir, I’m NEG but understand it’s a slave’s place to take any load without question, please use and breed this pig as you want. I’ve never partied Sir and I’d do anything you ordered totally sober, but yes please put whatever the fuck you want into your pig. Turn me into your shameless tweaked up slave. Good pig. For now, you will call yourself pig. We’ll see if you earn the right to be called a slave. Your first order is for Friday evening. You have way too much hair for a slave. I’ve made arrangements with a shaving Master to make some changes for me. I’ll text you his number and you will arrange for him to shave you. I’ve already told him what I want. Then you can report to me first thing Saturday morning. Is that understood Pig? Oh fuck I thought, I’ve always been a bear. Shaving seemed a big first step, but I took a deep breath and said Yes Master, the Pig will get shaved as ordered Sir. Master Tom seemed pleased; said I was to be naked but could wear my weighted ball stretcher next time we met. I was also to remember that if we chatted online, even if only text I was to be naked when we spoke. With that he told me to get dressed and go, he’d see his new property Saturday AM. After I had dressed and was about to leave Master Tom handed me a black gift-wrapped box. He said it was for his shaving buddy and I could give it to him on Friday. The next day I got a text from Master Tom with a phone number. It said “set up your shaving session and then call me pig”. OH FUCK I recognized that number. It was my buddy John who I hunted bottoms with at camp. I knew he was into shaving his boys but never thought he or anyone I knew would be involved with this exploration of mine. This was a serious shock, I tried to think of some plausible way to get shaved without going to him, but there really wasn’t anyway around it. If I wanted to be the chemmed up fuck hole I’d been fantasizing about I’d have to man up and push through it. I called John and after some beating around the bush said “I think Master Tom set up an appointment for me to get shaved this Friday.” I asked John if he’d be OK doing that with me. John was hesitant, do you really want to be this guy’s slave? Yes John, I fucking need to feel what its like to let go and be someone’s shameless hole. I’m kind of embarrassed that you’ve been pulled into this and since we’re such good friends if you don’t want to get involved, I’ll ask Sir Tom for another barber. John thought a moment and said no he always wanted to get some clippers into my fur. He asked how he could be sure I wasn’t going to back out. I thought a moment and said John, if you do this for me, I will be glad to drive to your house fucking naked and walk in your door bare assed to prove my commitment to this. John said fucking hell yea! Good for you pig, get your bare ass up here by 7pm on Friday. Do you know what your Master asked me to shave? No John, I assumed my ass and maybe cock, but I’m ready to do what I’m told so please don’t tell me. I don’t want to chicken out. I stripped and texted Master Tom telling him I’d made the appointment. He immediately called in video mode. Sir Tom looked me up and down, said good your naked pig. I’m glad you can follow orders. Yes Sir! I explained that I knew Barber master John from camp and it was difficult to open up about what I was doing, but I really want to do this. I explained that to prove to Master John that I meant business I’d begged to drive to his house naked and ready to be shaved. Master Tom said Very Good Pig, you might just earn that slave collar sooner than I thought. Since you’ll be naked anyway, I want you to pull over about 15 minutes away from John’s place on Friday and give me a call. Understood Pig? Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! Oh and Pig make sure you’re completely cleaned out. My pigs always suck my cock clean after I fuck them, and you will be doing that clean or not. I consider it an incentive for my Pigs to be extra clean. It’s how a hole shows its respect. As a Master I may not be so careful, you’re just a hole so what do I care? Fuuuck Yes Sir! On Friday I gassed up my truck, stripped and threw all my gear into a bag. I try not to fondle myself for the 45-minute drive to John’s place in the mountains. I’m very nervous. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to expose the sub-pig side of me to my bud. I’ve worked really hard over the years on my hardcore top persona. About 15 minutes from John’s place, I pulled over and called Master Tom. Master Tom says let me see pig, and I show him I’m naked in the truck at an unused gas station. Good Pig, naked, the way you’re going to be the rest of this weekend. Tom says “you look a little nervous pig are you ready to go through with this? “ Sir, yes, pig is nervous, but it wants to obey so badly. That’s a good pig, now I need you to follow a few more orders. First get that gift I sent for John and open it. I’m puzzled but I comply. Inside I find a small box with four crystals of what I assume is T although I’ve never actually seen it for real. You know what that is pig? Sir I think it’s shards of T Sir. I didn’t know John used drugs. Sir, I have no idea if he does or not, but a compliant pig is my gift to him. Now pig lube up and shove one of those shards up your fuck hole as far as you can. I’m surprised this is how my first use of T is happening, but I push the fingernail sized shard up as deep as I can. I can feel a slight burn. The pig has been dosed Sir, thank you Master. That’s a good pig. Hmmm does pig think that’s enough? Master please, order your pig to do more please Sir! Fucking right pig, shove the rest of those shards in your hole. You need to get so fucking hungry for what’s coming. I push the other three slightly larger shards in and report, your pig has been dosed Sir! Thank you. My heart is racing but I don’t know if that’s the T or just the excitement. Sir orders me to lick my fingers clean. I comply. Master Tom says now get a move on pig you only have about 15 minutes before that starts to kick in. Yes Sir and thank you Master. As I drive to John’s my thoughts, which had been nervous and revolving around how embarrassing this was going to be started to change. I started to think about John pounding some willing boy while torturing his nipples. I thought how hot that would be if he put me in his sling. I began to wonder if John would get turned on by shaving me the way he did the boys at camp. He’d often try to BB them while they were distracted. I was getting so horned up by the thought of asking him to BB me, the way a slave is supposed to be used. I got to John’s house starting to really turn into a fucking pig. I walked in, saw John sitting on his barber chair like a throne, geared in leather chaps, vest, and cap. Without a second thought I stood before him, dropped to my knees, and said Please Master John, do whatever the fuck Master Tom wants done to me. Really? John said. Are you really ready for this? Fuck John, I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me into the fuck hole Master Tom wants, please I will do ANYTHING you want to show my gratitude. John laughs and said I’m really going to enjoy this, now start sucking my cock. I crawl forward and start chewing on his jock pouch. I can feel his huge dick start to get hard. I know from watching him using other boys that he loves his nipples worked on, so as I worship his cock through the jock I look up into his eyes and raise my hands to his nipples. He sees the question in my eyes and says yes pig, play with my nips. I begin to twist and work them as I fish his growing cock out of the side of his jock with just my mouth. I know it can grow to over 9 inches and I need that to happen. For 10 minutes or more I just deep throat his dick and play with his nips. I thought the shards had made me high, but they were just beginning to dissolve. A huge wave of lust hits me as I sigh and relax into my position, legs spreading a bit wider, feeling my hole start to take over. John slides his hand down my sweaty back toward my hole. I can’t help but moan as he explores my newly available hole. John stands, holds my face and says, you’re going to get what you want pig, shaved, marked, fucked, and sent away wet. He then grabbed a bottle of poppers held them to one nostril. Breathe deep pig, show me you want this. I filled my lungs deep. After a slow count of ten he pinched the other nostril and said Again! I filled my lungs deep with the fumes knowing the rush that was coming. After a count of ten he let me exhale, then almost as an afterthought put the bottle back up to the first nostril. That’s it pig, let’s get you intoxed real good. I huffed deep wanting to please this man that wasn’t a friend anymore. He was a fat cocked master that I needed to please and had to have him use me. After a few more hits John turned around and rested his arms on the barber chair. I needed no instructions; I buried my face in his ass and started rimming his hole like a starving dog. All I could think about as my head spun from the poppers and the T was how much I needed to please this man. I WANTED my bud to see I was a totally willing cock worshiping cum hungry hole. John’s hole was clean and tasted mildly of soap, but it suddenly hit me that I wouldn’t have stopped even if it wasn’t. I was really becoming the kind of pig I envied from the videos. I continued to eat John’s hole and suckle his balls while pulling on my own sensitive nipples. My cock had gone soft despite how horny I felt; the T dick I read about. That didn’t seem to matter because all that I could think about was getting my hungry hole used. John’s phone chimed and I heard him chuckling to someone. Yes, he’s here and just about totally in the zone. How much do you want me to take off? Really? Here you can tell the pig. John held his phone up, Master Tom was on the line. I looked at him with lust and tina crazed eyes and said simply Master! Master Tom said, “You’re flying high by now pig”. Tell John what you’ve done. I looked up at John and said “before I arrived, I begged Master Tom to let me shove four fat shards of T up my hole. I’ve never done tina before so now I’m high AF. I was nervous, but now I’m proud for you to see me spinning up into totally submissive pig begging to become a slave.” Nice Pig, so you’ve made sure you can’t resist anything I feel like doing to you. No Sir John, I gladly turned myself into a tweaked up obedient cock whore for you to see and use. Help me please Master Tom and show him I’m ready to be his completely obedient slave. Master Tom said perfect! Shave the pig head to toe. He can keep the goatee but trim it down. John said “Hear that pig? You’re getting it all shaved, chest, pits, ass, cock, legs…all of it!” OH FUCK! ….. Yes, please shave me down to a total slave state. Pig needs to be stripped down for Sir. Turn the pig into a hairless object, please. Master Tom says, “I wish I could watch but I’ve got things to do. Pig you won’t mind if John takes pictures for me while he works? “ No, Master Tom, John can take as many pictures as he wants while the pig gets modified for your use. Over the next hour or more John clippers and then razor shaves me from head to toe. I’ve had thick dark body hair since I was 17. I always loved being a bear, but now with the tina running through me I was totally desperate to get shaved down. While John shaved my head I sucked his cock. When he started on my pits I thought I was going to cum. He asked “how you feeling pig?” and I couldn’t stop thanking him for doing this. I so wanted to show him how grateful I was and at first timidly asked him if he’d like to fuck me when he was done. He heard the hesitation in my voice and said not backing out now are you. Fuck no John, I just didn’t want to demand anything from you, but I’d love to be strapped into your sling and have my hole opened wide by your cock. I know you try to stealth the boys at camp. You don’t need to try to trick me, I’d be proud to take your cock bare John. John reminded me he was POZ to which I said I’d be so honored to get bred by you John. I’m going to be a fucking bb slave for Master Tom. He said from now on I only get fucked bare and I don’t get a choice who fucks me. I want to look up at you while you dump a load in me. He asked me are you sure it’s not the tina talking, you might regret this in the morning? John, I reply, I’ve been taking cock in secret on work trips for years. I’ve been ashamed of it but it gets me rock hard asking to be bred. The only thing the tina is doing is helping me tell you without shame that I’m here to get dumped in by anyone and I honestly want you to bone and breed me too. “Hell then let’s get this shaving done pig!” John did a meticulous job removing all my hair then rinsed the lather off by pissing on me. I sucked his cock as he pissed, swallowing some and spitting the rest over my denuded body. Then still dripping with his piss John said get your ass in that sling, Hole. NOW! I ran across the playroom and hopped into the sling; my hungry ass just hanging over the edge of the leather right in place for easy access. I hooked my feet in the stirrups and tightened them, then cuffed my one hand. John’s like “fuck you are eager for this”. He cuffed my other hand then attached them to a bar that would hold them right at his nipples. I knew my job was to get him hard and keep him hard. He took an old dirty jock and soaked it in poppers holding it over my nose and mouth. I sucked the fumes in deep, wanting to be as fucked up for John as I could get. I heard John say something about taking pictures with my camera, and knew I’d be filmed taking his cock raw. I reveled in the complete depravity of it all. John removed the jock and stood in front of me jacking lube on his 9 incher. Talk to me pig. Tell me and the camera what you need. I looked directly into John’s eyes and said “please Sir, help turn me into a bareback cumdump, ride me raw and let me beg for your load in me.” My load? he asked. What kind of load? “Sir John, please fuck your POZ load into this pig. Convert me from a worthless neg hole into a POZed up cumdumpster proud of every load it gets!” As I begged to be violated John grew harder and harder. “Oh Fuck John, please next leather weekend at camp I need you to raw bone me in the public sling. Let the pigs see what kind of filthy hole you’ve turned me into.” That pushed John over the edge and he rammed his cock into me balls deep in one thrust. Even high on tina it fucking hurt but I didn’t stop urging him on. I lay there, ass completely owned by my bud while I worked on his nipples to get him even harder. I worked my hole squeezing and relaxing to make his fuck even better; all the while mumbling a stream of pig filth about turning into a complete and total cock slave. At that point he slowed a bit, grabbed his phone attached to the sling and turned on the camera. You’re going to want a record of this pig. Yea John, film me taking your raw cock in my hungry hole. Help break me down till I don’t care if I’m being broadcast live to complete strangers. Please, please breed this willing pig hole. Fuck feel free to offer me up online if you like. With that John grunted and began unloading deep in me. It felt awesome, being used, making a man feel good using my holes. John slowed but didn’t stop, he continued to churn to load he’d just deposited. He said, I’d love to use you all night, but I have somewhere to be. It is going on 10pm. I suddenly realized just how fucking high I still was from the tina four hours earlier. There was no way I could drive, but I didn’t want to ruin my bud’s night. John saw the worried look in my eyes and said don’t worry, Master Tom has you covered. John helped me from the sling and gave my legs a second to firm up. A moment later though I remembered my instructions and dropped to my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasted of cum, my ass juices, and a bitter taste I would learn was tina. As I cleaned him his phone chimed, and he said, “right on time; just stay there pig.” John walked out of the room and I knelt there looking at myself in the mirrors all around. I saw myself shaved down for the first time. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my smooth body, eventually reaching my wet dripping hole. My fingers went in and I moaned loudly, fuck I felt great, I was a hungry pig with a load in its hole and happy to be one. I thought about grabbing my phone but stayed put playing with my hole and licking the cum off my fingers. Suddenly I heard a new voice, deep and loud. Hell, that’s a site, a newly minted chem pig working its hole. I looked up to see a huge bear of a man in dirty jeans, work boots and a wife beater, being led into the room by John. I staired at this new arrival, mouth gaping, and whined a little in the back of my throat. John said this is Trucker Mark, he’s a friend of Master Tom. Your Master realized you’d be in no shape to drive; so, since his buddy here had to deliver a cab to the local Truckstop, he asked him to drive your car and you down to Allentown and deliver you both to Sir Tom when his shift ends. I finally swallowed and found my voice, “Thank you very much Trucker Mark! … “May I please suck your cock, Sir”

I cheat. It’s my absolute biggest turn on ever. I love knowing some other guys raw dick is in my hole about to shoot a huge load in me. Or I love breeding a guy raw. Then going home and having my husband use my wet hole or suck my dick clean without knowing where it’s been. Recently, I’ve been getting my husband involved in some side play. Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t cheat. I know he doesn’t for a fact since I’ve gone through his phone and he makes it very clear if we play, it’s always and only together. So some of my side buddies and I have been talking. We love fucking and wanted to get my husband involved. I’ve never been hornier knowing I’ve been bred by these guys and now my husband is getting bred or breeding them without ever knowing I’ve given or taken loads with them multiple times in the past. It’s so hot watching my husband get filled. I love fucking him with someone else’s cum in his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and want to join sometime DM me.

Perfect,,

I'm horny and impulsive, and there's a lot of hot guys in the world, and some of them think the same about me. Sooner or later we find each other. The more I try to be good and monogamous the more horny I get and the more I'm checking out guys. And you know where it's mutual. It's not that I have any turn on for cheating, it just happens, and the release after being so horny for something with another guy is intense. I rationalise it to myself later, because it was just 100% a fun release with another guy who needed it too, that it's ok because we're both guys and nobody is going to get pregnant or expect it to turn in to some kind of romance, but it's still cheating. But temptation happens. Imagine you've been monogamous for 6 months and then a really hot guy is cruising you, he's exactly your type. I don't feel like I'm choosing, it just happens. We kiss, we stroke each others dicks, things happen. It's best to have a partner who understands, but society isn't accepting about guys who like doing it with other men. Loads of us out there, but nobody really talks about it. There's a lot of great guys who would be an awesome bf or husband to someone, but they aren't good with monogamy. One of the guys I know is an amazing bf to his partner, he loves her and takes great care of her (she's very ill), but he has hookups with guys sometimes. Currently I'm single and that's a good thing at the moment, but I'd like to be in a relationship one day that accepts monogamy isn't suitable for me. I'm not sure that will happen though.

I totally get that. Sex is massively about what's going on in our heads. I top a lot more than I bottom, so I've got to be convinced to give up my butt. It's mostly about him being the right guy with the right kind of connection. If I get horny thinking about him thrusting inside me, my legs around him, having him taking pleasure from me and in my space like that, then he's good to go. Some men I just want to get inside me right now, others take some getting to know first. But whatever happens I want a guy who feels masculine, whose going to get lost in the feeling and just do his thing. Big plus points if he's noisy. Now I think about it, dick size isn't part of that at all. Some dicks do feel better than others, size/shape can do different stuff inside me, but main thing is the guy getting me horny for it more than anything else. And I was horny for it with Brian. He's a big handsome guy and after blasting a lot of satisfying loads inside him I wanted to share my butt with him. Even if I hadn't felt much physically I wanted this with him and I would have been happy to feel him enjoying it. I think it can be easier to feel the guy cumming when he's not too deep inside? Sounds like a hot meet too. Yeah, I think same for me, other things matter a lot more. Good to hear you've been having fun with different size guys. It can be a thing like you say though, expecting the bigger guy is always top. But it's a free world, we don't need to anything any way except how we want. Brian (you guessed right, it's not his real name) is a pretty cool guy, I like the way he's masculine without being fake about it. He's late 20s so about ten years younger than me. He's kind of shy though and doesn't talk a lot. Probably why he's a van driver. I'm curious to learn more about him. But he got totally naked for the first time with me now, so hopefully he feels more relaxed. Dildos and toys don't work with my butt, they don't turn me on so I'm tight and it hurts. So if I'm going to try different shapes and sizes they're going to have to be real dicks. But like you I'm way more in to the mental and connection side of sex. Being attracted to each other, then the intensity of doing it and the release is a massive thing. It's often the biggest thing I remember about sex. That sounds painful! Totally agree. I wanted to do it and we had a great time. It was frustrating to hear he usually gets his dick ignored and felt like it wasn't big enough. Like a lot of guys here I'm about the experience and connection, not size.

Understand I'm not a medical doctor nor an expert in viral levels, but my understanding about untransmittable is the same as yours: they determined that 'old' undetectable (200/ml) was untransmittable, and that what's changed is simply the level to which we can measure - so while you may not technically be "undetectable" any more, you're still in the safe zone for untransmittable. I would also note that, given your particular proclivities about sexual activity, I'm not sure you'd pose a risk to a partner anyway, given how very hard/rare it is for a top to get infected from fucking a poz bottom. I'd say a top had a much greater chance of being infected if he were to fuck you after a poz top had done so, but that infection would be the result of the first guy's ejaculation, not you. And in fact that risk is there, obviously (to the extent it's a risk) whether you're detectable, undetectable, or negative.

I don't have a problem per se with the Green Party, or any other party, on its face. The problem with the Greens, and with every other U.S. "third" party, is that they do zero work to build their party as anything except a protest against the two-party system, and then only run candidates, for the most part, for president. Because they have spent zero effort building a party, they have zero chance of winning a majority of votes in any state. And because we do not have direct election of the president, but rather Electoral College votes, which are awarded for any given state to the candidate/party who gets the largest number of votes in the state (with the minor exceptions of Maine and Nebraska, which award some of those votes by congressional district results, but the 3rd parties can't win those either), they win zero electoral votes. And all too often, starry-eyed idealist little shits think they can "change the system" by voting for a Green for President, always siphoning votes away from the Democrats and in at least some cases costing them victory in an otherwise closely; divided state. They are electoral spoilers under our system, and nothing they do will change that system. Jill Stein, Ralph Nader, and their ilk just help pave the way for the George Bushes and Donald Trumps of the world. That's it. Otherwise, a vote for one of them is just electoral masturbation: voting to feel good, not voting to actually affect the outcome or get a good officeholder.

"Take the bus?" That's a euphemism for butt sex I haven't heard before!

As long as it's hard and ready to fill me with cum I'll take it!

Love your Cock,,Sir

Check out bcdhotels.com. Most of the info you need there. I personally wear a jockstrap because I think bottoms should always wear one. My harness has never put anyone off but I wouldn’t go much kinkier than that. Cumdumping is vanilla fucking, just lots of it. For filming, just put it in your ad that it’s allowed and encouraged. Don’t expect to see it afterwards though, necessarily. Apps: grindr, BBRT, twitter, I guess scruff. Lube: whatever is your preference. You’re going for a marathon, get something you like. With luck you won’t need it as much once your hole gets cummy. I’d strongly suggest anon. Show your face on apps so breeders know who they’re fucking, but be blindfolded when they arrive. Don’t ask any tops for photos because it doesn’t matter. A cock comes through the door you take it and its load. Watch you don’t get robbed. If you have to have your phone out during it use a cheap burner phone.

It's a complex topic. As BootmanLA notes, "responses...will be all over the map." Our sex drive/libido has more than one source fueling it. For instanstance, there is gonadal production of testosterone, which tends to decline over time. Butt having sex also stimulates the vagal nerve and that affects mood centers of the brain: "There is preliminary evidence that vagus nerve stimulation is a promising add-on treatment for treatment-refractory depression, posttraumatic stress disorder..." [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fpsyt.2018.00044/full Then there's factors like this, which to me suggest that the more we have sex, the more we will want it. "Replicating past findings, no significant correlations between testosterone (T) and desire in men were apparent, but these analyses showed that the null association remained even when psychological and confound variables were controlled. Men showed higher desire than women, but masturbation frequency rather than T influenced this difference. Results were discussed in terms of challenges to assumptions of clear links between T and desire, gendered approaches to T, and the unitarity of desire." [think before following links] [think before following links] https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/22552705/ i'm being speculative here, but the above evidence to me suggests that the more one has sex, the more one's sex drive increases or maintains. i thought the second study was interesting in that the frequency of sex ("masturbation") with men was the driving factor over testosterone production. To me, this may in part account for the "all over the map" differences in our sex drives. To me, the implication is, the more we exercise the libido, the stronger the libido becomes, or maintains. And then there's edging lol.

My dad and his cock. It was the very first cock I sucked, drank from and took up my tight young boyhole. Over time I sucked and got fucked by so many cocks I can't even count, but dad's cock will always be the one that pushed me in to the best lifestyle out there.

Mark said oink this pig is learning fast. No pig your barber here has somewhere to go so we need to thank him and get out of his …hair. Still on my knees I said thank you Master John for shaving me down like the slave I need to be. Then I stood up and walked over closer to Trucker Mark; he smelt of cigar smoke and sweat. It was perfume to my pig senses. Mark asked where are the pig’s clothes? John said in his truck I guess. The eager fucker waked in here buckass naked. Mark replied sweet, then he can leave that way too. John stopped me though and said before you go you’ll want this. He took a medium butt plug down and slid it into my still dripping hole. You wouldn’t want to lose that load you begged so hard for pig. The plug felt awesome as he shoved it home. I thanked John for it, promising to return it soon. John handed my keys over to Mark and said have fun. We walked outside in the cool autumn air. It felt fantastic being outside naked, sweaty, hairless, greasy, and still very high. We got in my truck and started out. I knew it would be about an hour to Allentown, I looked over at trucker Mark and asked if I could blow him as he drove. Mark said hold off pig till I get on the highway. In the meantime, show me that pig hole and work your own nips. I lay back in my seat spreading my legs wide and working the plug in my hole. I alternated between my hole and playing with my nipples. I asked Mark if I could grab some clamps from my play bag. He said go for it pig, do whatever you want. I grabbed some tit clamps and fastened them on tight, hooking the chain to my PA. My dick was still unresponsive, soft, thick, and sensitive, not as small as it had been. I played with myself and with a little encouragement from Mark told him my story. I explained that I had never parTied before but was really hoping Sir Tom would teach me to be a chemmed up fuck hole. I confessed I always wanted to be a raw hole just taking any man that felt like using me. I dreamed of sucking my owner’s cock, face buried in his pubes while men I never even look at come up and mount my hole. Mark growled in appreciation of my pig talk, his had dropping to his ample crotch. Fuck pig lean over here and chew on my Levi’s. I was on him in a flash, thankful I had bought this vintage truck with the full bench seat. I chewed on that well worn denim savoring the smell of sweat, and dick funk. As I sucked and slobbered over Mark’s growing cock; instinct took over and I climbed onto my hands and knees, plugged ass pointing at the window. Mark told me to use my hands, or I’d never get those buttons open. I freed his thick uncut cock and savored the smell for just a moment before I began tongue bathing it tip to root. Normally I’d have been put off by the heavy dick cheese filling his uncut hood. Now reveling in my newfound piggishness, I savored it before working the whole thing down my throat. Time seemed to stand still as I worshiped this man’s cock. After a while he told me to take a break and drink some water, so I didn’t dehydrate. Sitting next to this fully clothed trucker, naked, legs spread wide, felt so right to me. I was a hole without rights and according to Master Tom available for any man to use. Mark said I should get my phone and check in with Master Tom. I texted my owner thanking him for arranging my safe delivery. In a few seconds he connected video. I showed him my hole and my shaved down cock and balls. It was almost midnight, and we were about 20 minutes away from Allentown. Sir Tom worked the evening desk at a local hotel. He said the night manager called out and likely master Tom wouldn’t be free until 7am. He said I should let him talk to Mark, and in the meantime get that plug out of my hole because he liked tight pig holes to fuck. I put the phone in the window cradle and put it on speaker for Mark. Then leaning back, I pulled the plug from my hole and feeling totally filthy stuck it in my mouth. I caught part of what Sir Tom was saying to Mark, something about keeping me busy till morning. Mark said no problem and signed off. He said Well pig we have a few hours to kill and Tom said I could help break in his new fuck toy. My ass tingled and I said yes please I need to show my appreciation for you driving me Sir. Good he said, now first things first. He reached into his boot and removed a small box. He flipped it open revealing a bag full of tina shards I think this pig needs a recharge. Yes Sir! What do you want the pig to do Sir? Take two large shards pig and work them into your cunt like a good fag! Yes Sir, thank you Sir Mark. Good pig now let them get to work. I leaned back playing with my nips and waiting for the shards to take hold. In a few minutes I moaned as the tina started to work its magic. You’re starting to feel it pig? Oh Yes Sir! Think you’re tweaked enough to please me pig? Sir, please let the pig take more Sir. Please get it as tweaked up as you want it to be Sir. Yea Pig, do two…no make it three more NOW! With shaking eager hands I pushed three more shards up my already burning hole. Thank you Sir, I said licking my fingers. May the pig take another Sir? Good Pig, I like your attitude, but that’s enough for now. Sir Tom says you’re new at this so those 5 shards are going to blast you into orbit pig. I leaned back feeling the rush grow over me. I looked at Mark and thought I’ll let this man do whatever the fuck he wants with me. My thoughts grew even more filthy and twisted as I felt the tina take control. Sir Mark chuckled and said now you’re starting to spin the way a pig hole should. Now while you’re still coherent I want you to log onto any hookup apps you have. I quickly launched Grinder BBRTS, ASSPig, and RECON. Good pig now change your profiles to 100% bottom, safe sex never. I complied and saved the changes. Mark asked what you don’t have an NKP profile?. I hadn’t heard of that site I said so he told me to make a profile, total bottom, bug chaser, yes to drugs, and upload some of tonight’s pics to the profile. Normally I’d be cautious about these things but tonight I wanted to expose my pig side so bad I made the changes he required. By this point the tina had me so fucking horned up. Mark said look at your fag clit pig. I looked down and my shaved dick had shrunk to a nub. I was starting to worry about what people would think when Mark said Perfect! Now everyone who sees that will know you’re just a tweaked up parTy fag available for use. Everything Mark said just turned me on even more. Fuck I was spinning out of control and ready to offer myself to fucking anyone. I just wanted Mark to see me being a total pig and feel his approval. As I sat in the car spinning out of control, I asked Mark if I could put on some cuffs and a collar, please? He said yes to the wrist and ankle cuffs, but I’d have to wait for Master Tom to collar me. I attached the leather restraints and then with an OK nod from Mark put on my 10# steel ball shackle with the hook points to attach the cuffs as needed. Mark then said sorry to cover up this work of art pig but put on your boots, jock, shorts with leather suspenders, and tank top. I got dressed in the car as ordered picking out my Tom of Finland Fuck Pig tank top. Mark whistled and said sweet! Were making a stop at the local bookstore. Leave your wallet keys and phone in the car. We pulled into the parking lot of a sleezy looking two story building. I got out of the car shaking with excitement and the tina. Mark walked to my side of the truck and it only took his hand on my shoulder to put me on my knees. There in the parking lot for all to see I looked up at this man and begged him to use me, share me, do anything he felt like with me. Mark pried my mouth open and spat in it. I swallowed eagerly, he muttered “almost there”. We walked into the front of the store. I looked like a thousand others, porn, toys, poppers up front and a door to the darkened back area. Mark seemed to know the clerk who looked to be in his 50’s and a bit overweight, they chatted a bit, the clerk said it looks like he had a live one tonight. Mark took the back of my neck in his huge paw and turned me toward to clerk. He said thank the nice clerk for the complement pig. I said thank you Sir. If you’d like to use me tonight, I’d be proud to be of service to you. The clerk grinned and said before you men head in back I’ll take your pig to the break room for a minute. I followed the clerk to a dingy break room where he pointed to a row of old lockers. You should just put your clothes and stuff in there. I’d keep the boots. I stripped off my gear, all but my jock, and said I was good. The clerk said suit yourself then fished out his dick which I started sucking in a flash. While I sucked his cock I felt him slide his hand down my back to check out my hole. I shivered as he fingered me. He said stay right there while he rummaged in a locker beside me. He soaked a rag in alcohol and wiped down my sweaty back. Then I felt a familiar burning as he fingered my hole. Finally, with his dick firmly back in my mouth he applied some tape to my back just above my ass. He rubbed it back and forth a bit then pulled it free. Meanwhile as I sucked the clerk’s dick I started to buzz even more. By the time I stood up I felt Oh hell fuck it and stripped off the jock. The clerk said that’s much better, then turned me to look in a mirror. Across my lower back just above my ass in bold black lettering was a temporary tattoo bearing the word CUMDUMP. With a smirk he sent me into the darkened back room. It was the standard arrangement of booths and gloryholes, dark and mazelike. I started looking for Mark when I saw a hot younger guy go into a booth. My hole took over and I went into the adjacent one and immediately bent over offering to suck the guy’s cock. He pushed it through the hole to me and I started sucking like a champ, slow then fast teasing the head then taking the whole shaft. I never though to lock the booth door, or even close it the whole way for that matter, so as I was sucking the college kid off someone came into the booth. I didn’t look up from the blowjob I was giving I just spread my legs for better access to the full service hole. I felt the stranger finger me a bit then the jingle of his belt as he pulled out his dick. I wondered if I should suck it to help him get hard when I felt his already hard cock press into my ass. I relaxed, spread myself wider and felt this anonymous cock slide into me. This was what I needed, no conversation about limits, or safe sex, just the obviously hungry hole up for grabs. My stranger rode me for a few minutes then without warning jackrabbited his load into my fuckhole. Before I could turn to give him a thank you cock wash he was gone. I smiled to myself and continued to suck the college kid. He eventually pulled back and whispered through the gloryhole ‘Did that guy just fuck you?’ yea I answered, would you like to fuck me too. He seemed torn and said maybe later. I stood up to see my booth door was wide open, Mark was standing there huge arms crossed over his now bare chest grinning like a cat. Hey Pig there you are, I see Gary (the clerk) has you stripped and ready for action. Let’s look around and see who’s here. I followed him like a hungry puppy looking at his massive legs and hard ass moving inside his jeans. He stopped at the intersection of two halls and pointed at his feet. I got the command and in a flash I was on my knees in front of him reaching for his open button fly. He gave a nod and said go for it pig. I pulled his uncut meat free and started working it for all I was worth. After a bit he pushed a bottle up to my nose and I huffed the fumes in deep, a second hit and I was back slobbering on his meat like a champ. I heard voices around me. Mark put his hand on the back of my head pushing his cock in deep. He then took a step back while holding my head so I had no choice but to come up off my knees bent at the waist to continue sucking. I heard the comments around me get louder, but still indistinct. Mark fed me more poppers and then forced his cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to push off so I tried to relax and just go with it. The poppers and the lack of air had me a little dizzy so I spread my legs way wider to have a steadier stance. That got a chorus of approving “hungry pig” and “fucking fag” from the unseen onlookers. In a moment a hand was checking out my hole quickly followed by a hard cock shoved in fast and deep. I held onto Mark’s legs for support and grunted with each thrust. Whoever the guy was he liked pulling his dick the whole way out then slamming it back it. Mark alternated encouraging me with ‘take it pig” and “fucking hungry fag hole” while continuing to feed me poppers. Eventually the man fucking me said he needed a break and wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled out and before Mark could say anything I spun around and started sucking the guy’s cock clean, all the while looking up at him trying to signal ‘thank you’ with my eyes. Mark had me stand and said before we co upstairs I need a smoke break. He led me out a side door onto a fenced off patio. He handed me a bottle of water saying sit on that table and drink this down. I complied, all the while looking at the other men on the patio. One was stripped down to a jock giving blowjobs to two guys who traded him back and forth. The other man 40’s and bearish kept looking at me. I wanted him to use me but didn’t know if I was supposed to stay with Mark. Mark saw my confusion and came to me rescue. He said I need to piss fag. On your back with your head over the edge of the table. I got into position then Mark hooked my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs and spread my hole for anyone to see. He then pushed his cock in my mouth saying don’t suck, just try to swallow. He relaxed and sighed and after a bit I felt him start to piss in my mouth. I’m actually a big piss pig anyway but his piss was so bitter and pungent I would gag every time I tried to swallow. I got a little down which pleased him, though I felt bad for failing. The other bear was watching this and came over. He asked Mark, Ok if I piss in your pig’s hole? Mark says go for it. The guy says something I can’t quite hear about his piss being potent but Mark just laughs. The bear works his semihard cock into me while Mark encourages me to stay still and relax my hole. In a bit the bear sighs and I feel warmth filling up my hole. Mark says yea fag, just a hole for real men’s fluids. Mark’s dick still in my mouth all I can do is nod in agreement. The bear finishes and Mark offers my mouth for use while he pisses in my hole too. They swap places and Mark pushes in forcing the piss and cum already in me deeper. As I feel Mark start to piss the guy using my mouth says in a few minutes this fag’s going to be in orbit. Through the fog I remember reading stories about chem piss and its effects. I just grunt my thanks around the cock in my mouth. Mark and the bear leave me laying there on the picnic table while they finish their smokes. My wrists and ankles are still linked together so all I can do is lay there ass clenched to hold in the piss while I fly even higher. Eventually Mark unhooks my restraints and tells me were going in to get rid of all that piss. He takes me to a grimy bathroom off the employee breakroom and tells me to force it all out. With him watching I shit out all the piss and a few clots of cum; other than that I was still clean. Mark grabs a toy from a locker and greases it up. He says we just need to be sure you’re rid of all the piss, fag. He takes the dildo that has been used who knows how many times by who knows who and power fucks me with it. Its not large but it helps void the last of the piss in me. When he pulls it out he says still clean pig, then remembering how I cleaned the butt plug back in the truck he puts it in my mouth. I suck it clean without hesitation to his comment of filthy fag. By now its after 4am and the crowd has left the bookstore. Mark says it’s time to get you cleaned up and over to Master Tom’s place. I ask, aren’t you going to fuck me Sir Mark? He says no pig, not this time. Sir Tom and I are good friends, and it just don’t feel right using his new toy before he does. Not to worry pig, I’m sure I’ll be getting a shot at your ass real soon. I dress and we head over to Master Tom’s house. Sir isn’t yet home, but Mark has a key. Becoming very business like he has me strip off all my gear. Then we share a long warm shower. I carefully scrub him and he uses some alcohol to remove my CUMDUMP tattoo. After he’s done, he leaves me alone to thoroughly clean out with the shower shot. I make very sure I’m completely clean for my new Sir, then venture out to find Mark relaxing on the couch. Mark says Master Tom will be home in about an hour. It’s not that they don’t trust me, but I’m a new guy and he’s not leaving me alone in Sir Tom’s house. I completely understand. With a gesture from Mark I join him on the couch, snuggled in close to his furry body and idly stroking my own newly hairless one. I stifle a yawn and Mark says we can’t have that. He loads a large waterpipe and offers it to me. I’m forced to admit I’ve never smoked before and don’t know how. Mark says Tom really did get a newbie the lucky dog. Since Tom only smokes, I’d better show you what to do. Mark takes a torch and carefully melts the fresh T rolling the bulb till it coats the inside surface. Explaining how important it is to keep the flame moving and never burn the T he takes a long deep hit. Holding it a second or two he blows a thick white cloud into my face. “Your Turn, I’ll work the torch” He fires it up and soon the white vapor starts to form. Start sucking pig, … no slower you need to pull in a good lungful. I keep inhaling as he coaches ‘more, more. Yea real deep pig’ I finally can’t suck in anymore when he says stop, now hold it till I say let it out. He keeps me holding it in for a long ten seconds while he takes a short hit from the pipe. Eventually he says OK blow it out nice and slow. I exhale a thick white cloud that covers us both. Before I can take a clean breath of air Mark has the pipe back to my lips coaching me through a second massive hit. Again, I hold it as I feel my heart start to speed up. This time he lets me breathe normally for a bit before handing me the pipe and torch telling me show him what I’ve learned. I carefully go through the steps taking a hit on my own. I relax feeling this new rush start to take effect when my phone chimes. It’s Master Tom telling me he’ll be home in 20 minutes or so. He tells Mark that if he thinks I’m trustworthy he can head out and thanks for the delivery service. Master Tom then tells me to start smoking the pipe he left for me and don’t stop until its empty or he gets home. I thank Trucker Mark for everything he did and that I hope he enjoyed using me as much as I enjoyed being used. He smiled then barked out “Get smoking that pipe fag” “Believe me, you’re going to need it when Master Tom gets home” Ssa Shaved pig eager to please

Since you said dick here's mine.

I’m a big believer that certain foods materially affect the taste of cum. For instance, the old one that pineapple juice makes your cum taste sweeter is one I’m absolutely convinced of. That pineapple juice is one of my favourite things in the world is mere coincidence; I know I loved pineapple juice as a kid and I’m sure I noticed its effect long before I’d heard it from anyone else. Whether it’s psychosomatic or not, I’m long since being able to tell...and it’s literally now irrelevant: I believe it’s true so it is 😛

Halloween: the night when all the freaks come out, and I decided, as I usually did, to join them. Usually I go as the sexy pizza boy or shirtless lumberjack. I get a lot of grabs and looks from the boys at the bars, all in the name of harmless sexy fun. However, this year I decided to go as the Dark Knight Batman: a little dark, totally anonymous with the face mask, and I get to let my inner nerd out. I also decided that since I'm 26, I don't have to be treated like an object at every costume party, at least this year. I live with my parents close to the local college which my younger brother attends, now 21 and in his junior year. He is almost always out at parties or bars, he just sleeps here. Sometimes. Anyhow, since around here Halloween gets very noisy and disruptive, my parents went on a weekend get away, leaving the house in my care. On the big night, I prepared myself for the festivities, dressing in flattering torso armor, armored tights, half mask, utility belt, phone, keys, cash, my ID, and a couple condoms and couple lube packets- after all, a superhero is prepared for all forms of combat. A couple of my boys wanted to meet up at the local leather bar rather than our normal hangout. Since Halloween is a Saturday this year, the bars are going to be packed. The leather bar usually has fewer people, but it has surprisingly good music and a small dance floor. Drinks are cheap, too, so I'm looking forward to the party, and to get fully in the mood, I made myself a couple of vodka tonics, and down them just before I left the house to await an Uber at the end of the driveway. As I stood there, I could feel the vodka kicking in, I must have poured them stronger than I thought, it's going to be some night! The driver could tell I was drunk by the time we got close to the bar. There was utility truck and a small crowd, so he had to drop me off down the street. I stepped out, thanked him, to which he replied, "Looks like you're going to have a lot of fun! Stay safe!" I laughed. I felt sexy, I was solidly buzzed, I loved how the tights clung to me. I still had my runner's body from college. I was giving myself a hardon, and I chucked: the plastic codpiece let me sport full mast and no one was the wiser. As I approached the bar building, I heard a guy beckon, "What's got 'ya grinning, Batman?" I turned and looked, and saw a beautiful specimen in a snake-scale body suit and had a cobra half-mask with open hood around his neck standing the entrance to the alley leading behind the bar. "Whoa..." I stuttered, "y-you do." I suddenly gained my composure and pretended to play cool. I glanced down and saw an unsupported bulge in the spandex pants and I licked my lips. "Hot costume. Looks like you're a very big snake!" I stepped closer to him and he stepped closer to me. "You're too kind!" he said, pretending to be bashful, placing a hand on my chest. "But you see, I'm cold blooded. I grow a little as things heat up." "Really?" I stepped closer and started to lean in. "Sounds like we need to heat you up and get you all stretched out. You must be all cramped up." I could feel my heart begin to race. I'm never this quick and obvious, but the vodka and my concealed erection were speaking on my behalf, and it's working. The cobra guy suddenly puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our masks just barely let us kiss. I lean in entirely into his body, minding my codpiece and moved to the side slightly, allowing his slowly growing cock to press firmly against my thigh. A couple guys whistled as they passed behind us, one even grabbed my ass, pushing me into Cobra a little more. I felt a cold spot soak through my tights: a precummer, sweet. We continued to make out for a minute and I had to have him. It was clear for the moment, both of us looked around, grinned devilishly and Cobra grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the alley. Barely turning the corner, we continued to make out with abandon. My hand ran down his body suit and to my relief, found the waist of his tights. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and felt around with my other hand to find the waist at his other hip. He laughed as I pulled on his lip and started to lower his tights. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free from the spandex. It was a nice seven and a half inches, thicker than my own, uncut with loose foreskin. I was a little jealous- I remember as kids my parents explaining they changed their minds about circumcision when I saw my brother's peeper was different than mine. Ever since, I had foreskin envy. Seeing that uncut beauty, I immediately dropped to my knees. One of the plastic knee pads jabbed under my kneecap and made me jump and readjust. It's ironic that these armored tights hurt. "Are you okay, Batman?" "Yea-" I gulped as I slid my mouth as far down that cock as I could go, pulling that supple foreskin with my lips. I felt my Snake's body shudder as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around as much of the shaft as I could and started to swallow all my drool and all his precum that started gushing out. "Oh, God!" he yelped. It sounded like he was holding back tears. He gasped slightly every time I slid down his cock, brushing my tongue and lips across his foreskin. It sounded like he never felt a real blowjob before. I'm glad I was giving it to him. He took a deep breath and came down from his small piece of heaven, placed his hand under my chin to gesture me to look up. When I made eye contact with him with his dick still in my mouth, he started talking, "It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to sink that fang you're sucking on into something tasty, and I'm starving. Can I take a bite?" I nodded. All this character talk would normally be cheesy, but it made me even hotter. I slowly stood up, letting his dick pop out of my mouth in one smooth motion. I reached into my utility belt and found the lube packets and set them on the lid of a trashcan next to us. I reached back into the pouch, trying to feel for the condoms when I felt Cobra's hand unsnapped my belt and pulled my own tights down. I stuttered, "wait a-" when I felt his hands bend me over and his tongue slide in me. Getting rimmed while drunk is amazing, I instantly relaxed and moaned as his spit started to invade me. I put my hands on the wall in front of me, pushing my hole on his tongue. I felt him stand up and felt an equally wet cockhead against my hole, and I instinctively pushed back and wiggled to help get his rod into me. He was a little thicker than I was ready for so I stood still for a second. Cobra knew why I stopped for a second and I felt him squeeze another lube packet onto his partly-inserted dick. I took a deep breath and he took that opportunity to slide the rest of the way in. I grunted and moaned when he hit me balls deep. He impaled me breathless. He was the perfect size to stretch me to capacity without pain. He held there for about twenty seconds. I felt his cock twitch in me, buried to the hilt. He was sharing this heavenly moment with me. His cock pulsed in me again, and my prostate tingled, causing me to involuntarily shudder. He inhaled rather forcefully and whimpered, "Damn..." as pulled his dick out slightly and pressed firmly back in. This brought me back down to Earth and awakened a cock frenzy I never felt before. I slid back and forth, almost letting Cobra's cock slip out of me slamming my full body weight back onto his dick. He grabbed my hips tightly and took control back from me. "Damn, this is the finest meal I've ever sunk my fang into!" He exclaimed as he gave my ass a slap. His breath heaved. "I recently charged up, been waiting almost a month for prey like you to try my potent venom on!" "Oh ye-yeah!" I grunted. "This feels too good, this is perfect!" as I succumbed to being my Cobra's meal. My hole started pulsing around his dick as he sent me into an anal orgasm and I moaned uncontrollably. Five minutes of constant solid pounding, I felt Cobra's body begin to shake, I knew he was close. He leaned over and spoke in my ear, "My fang is in you. It's toxic. It's about to shoot. Can I shoot my poison in you?!" By the tone of desperation in his voice I knew he had only a couple seconds before cumming. I clumsily nodded with my Batman mask teetering on my head, I pulled my ass as apart as I could and surrendered my hole. He tightened his grip on my hips and started full-force slamming into my ass. After the tenth thrust, he pulled my hips into him and held me there, neither of us could breathe. Five seconds later his cock started flexing in me and a torrent of cum was unleashed. His cockhead swelled with each jet which actually hurt. His dick went from the perfect size to swelling into something I could not fully handle. My hole disagreed and tightened and pulsed to match the spurting of his dick in me. We were startled by the sound of clapping. Two guys deeper in the alley watched the show without either of us noticing. They were a shorter muscle-built Latino and a taller black man. The Latino had his dick out and was fully hard. He was probably stroking for a few minutes as we unknowingly put on a show. Cobra laughed which made his dick throb in me. Being stimulated and embarrassed, I could only blush and look down. "Can't let any of that POZ load go to waste!" The Latino proclaimed as he started to walk up. "Nope! Go for it!" Cobra agreed as he pulled out of my hole, volunteering it. The Latino's cock was already underneath Cobra's dick to catch any cum that might leak out. I felt an ooze forming when I felt Latino's dick pressed against my hole. "That monster of yours and my load, this piece of meat has no chance!" I started to panic and pull away when the black man stepped up and pushed me down. I started replaying everything. I thought it was character talk, not him trying to poz me. I couldn't find the condoms in the utility belt then forgot about them. Latino started to push in. His cock was thicker than Cobra's. "Wow, that's one wet mess in there, he must've cum a bucket!" Latino just kept pressing in farther. I stiffened up. "Relax dude, he already filled you up, I'm just going to make sure it stays in there." Latino wasn't even as deep as Cobra was in me as I felt impossibly full- all of that really was cum. Latino chuckled, "Now for the fun part!" He pushed firmly but slowly into my hole. "Lee, for my next trick, I'm going to pop this boy's 2nd ring cherry!" He commented to his black companion. I heard a cell phone bloop as Cobra somehow produced his iPhone. "Damn, I wanted to watch this, but I gotta go!" Cobra tucked his cock back in his tights and straightened his costume. "Make me proud!" He laughed as he hurriedly marched out of the alley. "Yessir!" replied Latino. He pressed deeper into me and the pressure was getting intense. Lee was holding me down and Latino kept driving into me. My ass flexed and twitched on the inside, I felt a gush deep in me... My hole clenched Latino's cock again and I felt another gush. I now knew what he meant by popping my 2nd ring cherry. Latino moaned each time my ass clenched which made him push harder. Then he hit a spot and couldn't go deeper. It hurt. Latino spoke up, "There's that 2nd ring! I felt that other dude's load squeeze in there so it's nice and lubed up, but I gotta push the rest in. It's gonna hurt at first, but once my nine and a half is balls deep, you'll want to marry me." Latino could feel me panicking, my legs were shaking and Lee wasn't letting me up. "It's okay, take a couple deep breaths." I followed his instructions, knowing I had no choice. He felt me relax, "There you go, baby, this isn't bad. This sounds a little complicated, but grip my cock and push out when I tell you. Now breathe... Grip and push!" Latino leaned his whole body into me, my inside muscles started throbbing. I started yelping and Lee had to muffle me. All the pressure gave way and I felt Latino's pubes starting to scratch against me. I groaned involuntarily as my second ring was learning to relax around this thick cock which was now fully impaled in me. I somehow got fully hard and was on the edge of an orgasm. Latino grunted, "You're damn tight! God!" He started thrusting deep in me, "I can't hold back!" Within seconds Latino started to cum. The load shot deeper in me than anything has ever gone in me. His cock flexing in my second hole started to make me cum. His dick hurt but felt incredible. I shot a spurt onto the ground. Lee was able to catch some of it and fed it to Latino. Latino was coming down from his orgasm and snorted in laughter, "Sweet like a virgin!" Latino started to pull out- I shuddered as he extracted from the second ring and let out a gentle moan as each inch tugged out of me. He had two inches left in me and he commanded, "Tighten that hole!" To which I complied. He suddenly jerked the final two inches out to a 'pop' like a wine bottle being opened. I sighed in relief. "Good to the last drop?" Lee teased Latino. "Always!" as Latino slapped my exposed battered hole. "Cool. It's my turn, yo!" Lee unzipped and let out his seven inches. Latino moved to my shoulders and Lee moved behind me and slid all the way in me. I offered no resistance, my hole had no resistance left, Lee was able to pump into my hole at will. Bending over me and whispering in my ear, "I love a worn out hole. I only fuck sluts like you." Lee continued his pace for another minute and unceremoniously ejaculated in me. "Last deposit of the night!" And pulled out. Lee zipped up and patted Latino on the shoulder. "Time for drinks!" They walked down the alley laughing, leaving me with my armor tights at my knees, already forgotten. I pulled up my tights, sat on a crate next to the trash can and took off the Batman mask. I'm amazed it stayed on the whole time, it nearly fell off a couple times. I looked down at the ground. Two wrapped condoms. They must have fallen out as I was looking in my utility belt. My utility belt... Some superhero I was... I couldn't even work that right. I opened one of the pouches on the belt and found my phone. A couple text messages were sent about ten minutes ago- friends wondering where I was, saying the dance floor was amazing tonight. I texted back, "Srry. Feeling Sick. Staying home." I sat there for ten more minutes and recollected myself. I stood up, put my Batman mask back on and walked out of the alley. A taxi was chilling just down from the bar entry. I walked over, hopped in and ordered him home. The cab driver said, "Great costume- done partying already?!" "Yeah. Kinda not feeling well." "Aww. That's too bad. We'll get you home quick and you can get to rest." The rest of the cab ride was silent. I tossed him a twenty, almost double the fare and hopped out without a word. I got in the door, stripped my costume off as I started climbing the stairs, threw it in my room and walked naked to the bathroom, where a cool shower greeted and comforted me. I dried off, put on a pair of boxers and went back downstairs to watch TV in the living room. I woke up about an hour later to the front door unlocking. My brother came in the door and carrying a couple bags. I got up to greet him, "Rick, I'm surprised you're home tonight. I thought you would crash at one of your bud's." Rick put his bags down next to the living room stairs. "Yeah, but I gotta come home sometime, this is where I keep my clean underwear." We laughed. I glanced at him- tank top and basketball shorts. He's usually commando in those so yep, home is where your undies are. "Thought you'd be out with your boys at one of your gay bars. No Slutty Starbucks Barista this year?" Rick asked. "Nah, got dressed, went out, started to feel sick, came back. I started prepartying, didn't sit well." "That sucks." "Did you go out?" I asked Rick. "Yeah. A few of us got in costume, went around some of the Houses. I'm not as wasted as I should be!" Rick peeled off his tank top and threw it on top of one of the bags. "Tomorrow's laundry. Gonna turn in, absolutely drained, you know." He looked at me with a naughty glint. "Oh, really- deets then bed!" "Just some bar skank, met passing in front of a bar, wandered into a back alley, didn't get a name... Costumes and all made it one of the hottest hookups ever. Like I said- drai-ained! K, night!" Proud of his account, Rick promptly ran up the stairs and abruptly closed his bedroom door, shaking the handrail, knocking over one of his laundry bags, spilling its contents. A cobra mask rolled out. ~fin~

Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday. I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. "Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done." Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. "You got that, fag?" I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. ************************************************************** 20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality. By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on. "You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.." "This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity." "Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out" I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit. Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. "If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever." The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy. "Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?" He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son." "I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing. That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. "You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?" It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said. "Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen." "It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time." "We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s" "What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing." "I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy." "Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?" I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose. About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds. He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family. It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset. Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin. He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. "Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute." He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. "A power bottom?" Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. "I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?" "It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued. I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage. Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. "I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." "Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?" "I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here." I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead. "Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?" Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time. In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out. "A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to." He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion.

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

I can feel the warmth of his boney body. The downy hair of his legs and chest and course pubic hair against me. His boney hands holding my head. My hands are around his skinny waisted torso feeling his warm skin and the hair on his back. The weight of him pressing me into the soft bed. We're urgently pressing our lips together and his soft wet tongue is in my mouth exploring everything within reach. He tastes and smells of mint from the toothpaste he's used before my arrival. His cock is hard and laying between our stomachs. It's feels hot and there's a slightly wet feeling of his pre-cum on my belly. My own penis is soft and laying downward, his testicles resting on it. His right hand moves slowly and gently down the left side of my body. He has hard calluses on his boney fingers and hands. The hands of a manual worker. He reaches my left buttock and intuitively I lift my leg so he can slide his hand and probing fingers underneath me and find my hole. My breath quickens as he finds it and rubs a finger over the around the rim. He pulls his tongue from my mouth and lifts his head slightly to look into my eyes. He has dark brown eyes, almost black. They are smiling and gazing into mine. I feel a finger probing inside me. I am totally his. I move my left leg a little further to my left and away from my body, a signal that I want him to explore further inside me. He understands this and slowly inserts a digit as deep as he can. I'm incredibly aroused. My mind blank, except for the here and now. He lifts himself off me and I open my legs, bend my knees and pull my feet up towards me. He takes hold of his member and I feel the head at the entrance to my body. Precum is leaking heavily from it and he rubs it around the rim. He's still looking into my eyes as he says gently "Your sure" I'm unable to speak. The want, need, excitement and trepidation has made me unable to reply so I nod my head. He pushes himself slowly inside me. My sphincter is still tight and causes me pain as he pushes past it and further inside me. He's big. I'm not used to anything this big. It's stretching the walls of my arse. He pushes it all the way inside me and holds it there, leaning forward to kiss me. The passion in me reaches a new high. I'm breathing deeply, I feel hot, my body craves him, my mind is totally captivated. I want his sperm inside me, to fertilise me, make me pregnant. I know that this can only happen once between two men and its going to happen now. He begins to move inside me. All the way out then all way inside. There is no lubricant other than his precum which has little effect on the friction between his cock and the soft walled tissue inside me. The friction is good. It was cause abrasions that will allow us to procreate more easily. Allow his seed to enter my body. He picks up speed. Fucking me, breeding me as it should be done. My arse feels wonderful sore and full. We're both sweating. He's working hard at his task, ploughing into me, the need to plant his seed is his only purpose in life. He knows it maybe his last chance to pass on his dna. He's is very thin, boney and his face is gaunt. Physically he doesn't look capable of the fucking he's giving me. It's obvious all the energy he has left is being used and its pure determination to reproduce is all that's driving him on. He fucks me for at least ten minutes then his eyes widen and he looks into mine. I can't tell if he's smiling or crying as he cries out and thrusts his cock as deep as he can and ejaculates a huge wad of thick creamy hiv infected sperm into my guts. He collapses onto me and we frantically hold onto each other tightly. I'm overwhelmed by the feelings I have and ejaculate my negative sperm between us coating our stomachs. We kiss passionately and lay still recovering from our orgasms. We lay like this for a time reflecting on what we've done. We have both achieved our goal. Rest is what we need. We both fall asleep.

Who's down to take care of me this weekend in Paris 😉

Nothing hotter then a mature man with a high sex drive !!

Sorry to hear your news, @ErosWired A thought - Because you're a poster child for compliance, it might be worth discussing with your clinician going on a non-premixed combination to find a second (or third) antiviral that's easier on the kidneys but still works against your strain. Clearly the one in Juluca isn't it, but there are at least half a dozen NRTI and NNRTI drugs that could be combined with the same integrase inhibitor in Biktarvy. You'd just have to take two pills a day instead of one. I know clinicians are worried that more pills will cause people not to do that... but that seems unlikely in your case.

I'm 30 with the sex drive of a teen. I'm very thirsty and can cum multiple times a day. I stay in shape so I can remain this way as long as possible.

Sorry to hear this--but I'm glad you posted. It needs to be said on this forum.

The pic below is my 26 year old bull about to breed my whore ass at 4AM this morning on his way to work. He's been breeding me once a week for over two months now. He's asked if he could bring a friend sometime. I said, sure. He wants to dp my ass. I'm really getting off on that he's already talked to this guy about fucking me and has shared other pictures of us fucking. I'm so glad that I found the big horny stud. My boyfriend has been out of town almost as long. It's nice to have some consistency. 😜

in my ass every time. no exceptions.

After being bred, I love thinking that I’ve been knocked up and I’m carrying the top’s babies. Wish I could do it for real but the mpreg fantasy is a good substitute. Super hot if the top is in on it, too. Nothing like two determined people engaged in baby-making sex.

Fuck yea man. Although, I don’t see straight dudes as breeders, they hardly ever get any ass and they almost always wear a condom unless they have a wife/gf. My straight guy friends actually get very jealous of me when we go out because I always go home with a piece of ass and most of the times they don’t. I know for a fact I’ve gotten more girls and guys pregnant than they have combined

Fuckin A+ package man!

Want you to poz me so bad

on my knees

here it is [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breed-bathhouse/

Honestly, I could care less about taste. Just put a belt around my neck and pin me up against a wall or hang my head off the bed and just go to town on me..write cumslut on my forehead and spit in my face like a real man then get to fucking my throat like you own it until you’re ready to fill me up with that ball butter 🤤 Fucking shit I a need cock right now

I am a handsome older man in my late 50's but easily pass for mid 40's. I am tall, 6'1 to be exact and lean with a nice cock that measures almost 8 inches and thick when I am fully aroused. I have a short trimmed beard and salt and pepper hair. I am truly versatile but as I get older the daddy thing seems to be what I am most in demand. I love to party and play but I have learned to keep it in check. Slamming meth is my favorite drug of choice and method, although I will smoke it as well. It was a nice warm day last Saturday and the temperature in the evening was lovely for a nice walk through the Gayborhood. Blocks and blocks of very cute men and boys. I wasn't really feeling overly horny but I wouldn't have turned down an offer. My ex BF had come over a few days before and I pounded his hot hole for hours after I slammed him with a .04 hit. I can never keep my hard on up even with caverject when I slam. As I was winding down my walk and heading back to my apartment I saw a colleague having a drink at one of the outside bars. I stopped to say hello and I was introduced to his friend who was very cute. I will call him Tom. He was taller than me about 6'4 and had a lean defined body with a long torso. His features were cute slightly nerdy with a huge smile. I glanced down at his feet which were encased in sandals and thought holy fuck he must be hung. I think he had size 13 shoe if not bigger. His hands were large too. We all engaged in shop talk about the latest drama when my friend excused himself to go to the toilet. I asked Tom the usual questions about what he did etc and right before my friend arrived he wispered into my ear, "what are you doing later'? I want to fuck you. I was shocked to say the least. From my vantage point he had bottom screaming all over him. He asked me for my number and my friend shot me a glance with a wink and a smile. They had to go to a party so we parted and I didn't think much more. Seconds later I received a message that said, " I will be done my 11pm send me your address and I will be there. Made sure you are nice and clean, I like to fuck long and hard!" well my cock sprang into almost full mast as I was walking home. I had two hours to get ready so I hit the pipe a little to calm my nerves and hit the shower to do a proper douche and clean out. I was ready when he rang the buzzer at exactly 11pm. He arrived all bubbly and a little buzzed from alcohol. He kissed me deeply with tongue and I started to gasp for air and get rock hard he was HOT. We went into the bedroom and the lighting was perfect as we began to undress in a room lit with soft blue and red lighting. He turned around when he dropped his pants and reveled an ass so hot and round I knew my tongue would be spending time deep in his hot hole. He had very little body hair and a nice mix of natural build and muscle. Then he turned around and I almost said something in shock, he was at least 9 inches soft and thick and it was growing. He came over to me and said don't worry I will go slow at first, but then.. and he just smirked at me. We lied down in the med and I asked him if porn was desired and he said maybe later. I was on top of him and we made out as he grew to a huge size under my belly. 11 inches wouldn't have been and underestimate. I grabbed his cock and started to milk it and put the head in my mouth. Now I have been sucking cock since I was 11 years old and I have had some big cock in my life but I could only get about half of it into my mouth. But that half was so fucking hot. the head and shaft were equal in size but got thicker as it went to the base. I could not close my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock it was that thick. Tom aske for lube and I had it next to the bed. He had me turn sideways so he could play with my hole while I tried to suck his cock. He had two fingers deep in my hole when he said I think that will do. The discussion of PNP had not come up in large part because he was a friend of a work buddy and I don't mix the two. As I lowered myself onto his massive shaft I could feel my hole stretching beyond it's normal size at least at first. I can take a big 13 inch dildo up my fuck hole if I slam and turn into a pig but I was pretty sober except for the few hits off the pipe. He asked me if I had poppers and I said yes top drawer. Without thinking he opened the drawer and I forge I had left my mini bong in the drawer. Of course he grabbed it and said, " Oh my what have we hear". I turned red and he knew I was feeling caught. He grabbed the torch and lit it up and took in a huge hit which he then motioned for me to come close to shot gun with him. It turned both of us on with a little edge. He looked at me and said you are holding out on me you little bad boy. He handed me the bong and said, "Go for it while you ride my cock and I'll tell you when to stop." I took several deep hits and blew them into his mouth each time. I was now totally impaled on his cock and surprised how fucking amazing if felt deep in my man hole. It definitely went through the second sphincter with more than just the head. He looked at me with a control in his voice that told me he was in command and said, "ride it." I rode up and down a few times and was now moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me down on his cock and said stop. He then looked in my drawer to see what else was in there and I had totally forgotten about the rig that my ex BF had done for me a couple of days ago. I was actually only going to do half as it was much stronger than I usually do at one hit. I tried to grab it before he got it and he slapped my hand. I am the boss here got it. He pulled the rig out and said, " Holy fuck you are a slammer". I knew he was no stranger to PNP. He looked at me and with an evil grin said. " bet the boys at work don't know about your little habits." And I said no and we will keep it that way. Maybe he said, and smacked my ass firmly. He said I want you to slam yourself while you are riding my cock. I want to see what happens to you. I want you to be my hot nasty daddy whore. I was really excited now as I was going to just fuck myself that night with a dildo and I had this huge cock in my ass. I said. "I am only going to do half because it's strong." He took my arm and said, "No you will do it all or I will do it for you." I was shaking with anticipation I had always fantasized about a hot young top boy looking guy being in charge and he seemed to be a natural. I had to dismount to get the the tourniquet and alcohol. He looked down from the edge of my bed and saw a blue bag just at the edge and before I could get to it he had it out and unzipped the top. I was truly busted. All my toys and leather were kept there. Mostly used on the boys I topped but my ex BF had used them on me as well. He said," well well it must be my birthday". He took out my collar and said in a deep commanding voice kneel. I did as I was told. He put the collar on and took out my leather hardness and put in on himself. He looked fucking HOT. He put on my leather wrist and ankle restraints and found dildos in various sizes including a fat double header that was 18 inches. He attached the leash to my collar and said, "you are now my bitch boy for the night, understand?" I said, Yes Sir. He smiled.. he laid back on the bed and motioned for me to mount his cock. He handed me the rig and said, 'Show time big daddy, become my slammed out pig boy. I tied off and found my favorite vein and inserted the needle. Pulled back to show a deep flash and looked him straight in the eyes and took a deep breath and pushed in the plunger quickly. I felt the rush start to go up my arm and I pulled out the needle and through it in the drawer. I felt the most intense rush I had ever felt while slamming. I coughed and gasped as I felt my chest fill and then my asshole swirl with heat. Oh my fucking god. I yelled.. I am a fucking whore ... rape my fucking man pussy. I started to ride him with an intensity that was epic. He started slapping my ass and saying that's it boy ride that fucking 12 inch boy cock. I can fuck all night long and I am FULL of cum. In a movement that left me a little dizzy he put his arms around me and pushed me onto my back and now was on top of me. He looked me in the eye and said, "ready or not" and he fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked before. All the way out and and plunge back in. It hurt so good I could hardly breath. I just kept saying fuck me fuck me.. " Tell me what you want bitch". I want your cum Sir, breed me. I am poz boy, I said I don't care breed me please. After what seemed like a few minutes he began to breath faster and let out of yell that he was cumming. I could feel the spirts of cum hitting my inner hole. After he caught his breath he began to pull out and I love to suck a cock clean that has fucked me and he looked at me and said. "yes?" and he grabbed the leash and pulled me onto his cock and I gobbled it up. He reached down and pulled out one of my dildos and shoved it into my freshly fucked hole. Fuck yourself was his command. That was no problem I was flying so fucking high I had no problem abusing my hole. Being an exhibitionist is no problem. He turned on my computer and opened my browser which reveled all the bookmarked porn that my BF had saved from our last visit. Of course he's mostly a bottom and is into black men and gang bangs. He opened them up and said. "hmm we are a surprise that just keeps on giving." He asked me if I had more T and I said only what's in that little tin. He said well this won't do and took his phone and began to call someone. I could only hear his response which included my neighborhood and that a teener would do. He then gave me address and said see you soon. He kicked back with the bong and watched me fuck myself. He was leaning on the headboard of my bed facing me and I was facing him with my hole showing. He did something that totally sent me flying. He took his foot and told me to move my hands and used the heel of his foot to push the dildo into me. I was now out of control with hunger in my hole. He grabbed hold of the leash and held me close and he foot fucked the dildo into me. He would stop every now and then until I begged him to fuck me. After about 15 minutes the door to my bedroom opened and it was his dealer. Tall blond boy in his late 20's lean a little scruffy looking. Behind him was a hot little latino boy of maybe 22. Shorter and muscular with a sweet looking face. There I was on my bed tiger than a kite being dildo fucked by this hot young guy in front of total strangers. A dream come true. Tom took his foot away and said, "keep going". I had no problem doing what I was told. The tall blond and Tom did their exchange and I caught the eye of the latino boy who was now rubbing his crotch. Without any hesitation he just unzipped his pants revealing a fat 8 inches of latino cock. The other two didn't seem phased as they continued their business. Tom asked if I had extra points and I said yes. He noticed the latino boy stroking and he looked at him and said, "have at him. he's my whore so do what you want." This shy looking boy walked over and took the bong and torch and lit it up and took a huge hit. Came over and shot gunned me. He took his cock and pulled my hair back and said, 'suck me faggot'. My once limp dick started to stir and he noticed that. " I knew it, he said. you daddies can be used with the right direction. I took his cock all the way to the base as he pumped it in and out of my mouth. He pulled it out of my mouth and pulled off his shirt revealing a chiseled chest that said he spent a lot of time in the gym. He was out of his clothes in seconds and was between my legs in seconds. "pull out that toy bitch, you're going to have a real mans dick in you." The dildo was covered in cum which me made me clean off. Good pig boy. "Now get ready I am going to rape your fucking pussy". And he grabbed my legs and pushed them back and rammed his entire cock into me in one move. I let out a scream and he said, " shut the fuck up before I beat your ass." He pounded me so hard I thought I was going to be bruised. But I was loving every inch. I let him know how much I loved his cock in me. That put him over the edge and he blew a huge load in me. He pulled out and shoved it into my mouth. I hadn't noticed that the blond deal was now naked and hard. 9.5 .. where the fuck did this hung young boys come from. Did I mention Tom was only 22?? Mark was the dealer and he got in between my legs and put the head of his cock at my hole. I started to push in on it and he smacked my ass pretty hard. No he said. I am not ready. He then took a tourniquet and tied off his arm and I knew I was in for some intense fucking. He hit himself with pinpoint accuracy that told me he's been around this for some time. When he began to rush he yell out, " fuck you whore and slammed into me with a force that almost pushed me off the bed. The other two each grabbed a leg to hold back. and Mark began a verbal assault that was so fucking HOT. He informed me that Tom had traded my ass for T and he planned to get his moneys worth. That is a another fantasy that was on my bucket list. I went crazy mumbling to use my fucking hole anyway they wanted. Within a few minutes Mark began to yell that he was going to breed my man cunt and blasted my inside with chem cum. My fucking favorite. I saw Tom return to between my legs and I thought I was going to lose it when I saw him tie off and prep for a slam. "you have never been used like you are about to be used my hot friend." With that he slammed himself and his cock actually looked thicket. He plunged deep into my hole with a force that was intense and was now babbling about raping my old man ass all night long. He said, I might get more cock to rape you. He had put a shard of T in his piss slit and it was not melting in me and I felt it. I started to moan more intensely and said Yes Sir please make me your fucking whore. The other two where standing over me and alternating with shoving their cocks into my mouth. Tom continued his assault on my hole which seemed to go on for over 10 minutes. He blasted another big load and it was time for the latino to use his rig. How on earth could he be more nasty I was about to find out. When he rushed he slammed his cock into me and fucked me while spewing verbal insults that he was straight and love fucking faggot ass. Alternating with firm slaps on my ass. I was moaning out of control and the 3 of them just kept taking turns without coming for over an hour. When they were tired and needed break they found the hooked which I had hidden at the base of a picture frame. They took the picture down and tied my legs back with me on my back. My arm was tied off and I was given another slam of amounts I don't know. As I started to rush I was yelling please fucking use me. I was almost losing consciousness . My largest dildo was inserted and I was told to fuck myself while they watched me abuse my hole. I was lost in the fucking of my hole when I heard the door open and in walked a beautiful 6.5 buff African-American man who was in his early 40's. And HOT. He came close to me and said, "You like being used by these boys?" Oh fuck yes Sir... well let's see what a man can do. With that he was naked in a few seconds and stroking a huge fat 12 inch cock. He wasted no time and pulled the dildo out and pushed into me with a slow steady force. He was massively thick. Beg for it whore. I obeyed with earnest as he gave my ass a few good slaps. And then started a fucking that I have never known possible with all the nasty verbal abuse I love. I have only had a few black cocks in my life but this one was more like being fisted. He came so hard it was dripping out of my hole. But he didn't stop. He looked at me and said, "One down two to go and I don't stop in between." the raping of my hole lasted another 45 minutes and with the last blast of cum he pulled out and shove his cock into my mouth to clean it off. He slapped my ass and said, One of the best I have fucked in a long time". Everyone but Tom was getting dressed to leave and there was my hole all puffed out and swollen and oozing with cum. No one would give me a toy or play with my hole. It needed time to rest. Tom came over after letting everyone out of my apartment and released my legs from the hooks and lowered them. He laid next to me and said, "that was fucking awesome". Let me show you something. He pulled up his phone and started to play the video of me being slammed and fucked by all those men. Tom said, You know I've always wanted a hot handsome sugar daddy." I don't think you want these videos in the hands of your colleagues. I got so fucking horned up at the thought of him blackmailing me I begged him to use my hole. I wanted to eat his ass too. I played along feeding his ego and letting him think he was in total control. He continued to use my hole with dildos and found my paddle and riding crop. He pulled me over his knee and inserted a big buttplug and began to paddle my ass. My cock was getting hard at this point. I loving the assault on my ass. He was claiming his dominance and ownership over me and I loved it. during this verbal assault and abuse of my ass the door opened and it was my ex BF. He loves walking in and catching me having sex and will usually join in. It's the few times he's a top. This time he was beyond shocked at what he saw. He stood there with his jaw open. Where there is sex and drugs you'll find my ex. He was naked and rigging up before I could say I word. He told Tom he'd never seen me this submissive and it was a huge turn on. he's got a nice thick 7 inch cock and he loved seeing me so submissive. He slammed and pulled the buttplug out and slammed into me with a huge thrust. My turn to make you my bitch and fucked me so hard while slapping my ass. It was really hot. He shot his load and looked at Tom and I knew he wanted his cock. He laid on the bed on his back and spread his legs and said, "FUCK US BOTH"... Time alternated between the two of us and I motion to Tom to give my ex the fuck of his life. So he began a pound that made sure my neighbors knew we were having sex. I knew the little twink Tom thought he had be by the short hairs. One he had fucked my ex like a little bitch he pulled out and I sucked his cock off and then got own and ate my ex's ass. Tom started to boost that he now owned my ass. My ex looked over at me and I gave him the look that only lovers of many years could understand. So my ex played him a bit. And Tom showed him the video.. My ex said, "oh I have to show you what I have." And he hopped of the bed and grabbed his bag and pulled out a revolver. he's an ex cop and can turn into a crazy motherfucker in a heartbeat. He was on Tom with the gun to his head before Tom could breath. He said, " Only I own his ass motherfucker". But lets have some fun with you. My ex started to play with his hole and he yelled out I am a top. My ex said, You aren't anymore. There was an extra rig that was meant for me. I couldn't fuck anything so my ex put on my dildo harness and pulled out the 12in dildo. Tom started to cry. I said it won't hurt that badly. I began to remove all my restraints and place them on Tom. We tied his legs back and took his phone and I deleted all the video and started. one of our own. I ordered him to slam himself and he forgot they made it extra strong for what they planned was a day of whoring me out. When it his I started to finger his hole. he was clean so no problem there. I have lube with T mixed in which I used causing his ass to burn. Tom had lined up two hot nasty boys to fuck me but my ex broke him open with the dildo and he was begging him to stop. After a few good strokes the slam took over and Tom was turning into our little bitch. Timing being perfect the nasty hung boys turned up and we let them take over. It's going to be the first of many nights that Tom's ass will be mine. Of course I will allow him to use my hole under supervision. Nothing like a gun to your head to make you do what you are told.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 13 (The Week - Day 5) I craned my neck to look into the bathroom mirror and see my backside. The Sharpie had faded some, but I could still see the words CUM HOLE #2 on my smooth, tight ass cheeks and the 29 hash marks on the back of my shoulder. I had woken up and The Beast was already out of the house. Well, it WAS almost noon. I figured he went to the gym or to run errands or something. I took a long hot shower, spending extra time scrubbing at the Sharpie, getting most of it off. As I was drying off, I heard The Beast come through the front door, and I heard voices with him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and came into the living room. The Beast had his shirt off and there were two guys with him, each one sucking on a nipple and licking up into his armpit. They looked up as I entered the room. “Oh hi…” said the shorter one. Through his shorts you could see the thickness of his cock and the tight bubble butt that would soon be getting filled. He was covered in thick muscle and had dark eyes and hair. “Hey,” added the taller, leaner one. Although not as thick, his long cock had defied his underwear and I could see his head out of the left leg of his shorts. He wore a tank top and his arms (and I would assume the rest of his body) were covered with long, defined muscle. He had blonde hair and green eyes that exuded sex. “I’m Chris, this is my boy friend, Vince.” I began to introduce myself, “I’m—” “Just leaving,” The Beast cut me off. “Grab me some food and a coffee while you’re out. Take your time.” “He doesn’t want to join?” asked Vince. “Naw, he’s poz,” The Beast told them. Chris looked at me and sighed, “Oh, sorry. We only play with neg. You’re hot though.” I was slightly taken aback and that’s when I noticed The Beast’s old-fashioned jock strap with the really thick waistband peaking above his shorts covering his tattoo. He was planning on fucking with it on. I shrugged and headed into the next room, dressing quickly, grabbing the car keys, and heading out for a while. I went to the gym and worked out before grabbing the food and coffee. When I came back about an hour and a half later, they were still going at it in the living room. The couple was bent over side-by-side, using the back of the couch to brace themselves and kneeling on the cushions. They were both sweating profusely, passing poppers back and forth, and looking like they were trying to finish a triathlon. The Beast was behind them, jock strap clad, going back and forth between their holes. Now that they were naked, I could see just how hot both of their bodies were. Vince had really hairy legs and a nicely trimmed chest, but his ass was smooth except for a amazingly hairy crack. Chris was absolutely hairless. The Beast plunged into Chris who grunted and crunched his face. “Take that raw cock, you filthy cunt!” The Beast yelled at him. “You like that, bitch?” “Yes!” answered Chris through a groan. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” The Beast egged him on, slipping a couple of fingers into Vince causing the short stud to buck and moan. Chris remained silently, just whining on The Beast’s dick, hoping that would appease him. I knew better. “Answer me,” he pounded deeper into Chris. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” Chris and Vince looked at each other, both having their holes used in different ways. The Beast continued, “Okay, let me ask your boyfriend this…Has this bitch ever made this much noise or been this into getting fucked by you?” Vince looked upset, “No…” “Do you think he likes my cock better?” The Beast asked Vince. “Yes,” Vince replied with a crack in his voice. “Baby, no…” Chris said, wincing through a couple of violent thrusts from The Beast. “I love you.” “That wasn’t the fucking question, cunt.” The Beast interjected, “I didn’t ask if you loved me better. I asked whose cock was better? Now it’s your turn to say it out loud ‘cause your boyfriend already knows the answer. WHOSE COCK IS BETTER??” he demanded, really digging into Chris’ pusssy. This pushed Chris over the edge and he yelled out, “YOURS! Oh fuck, your cock is better than Vince’s!!” Satisfied, The Beast pulled his slimy cock out of Chris’ twat and pushed it into Vince’s waiting hole. Vince let out a few labored breaths still thinking about his boyfriend enjoying another man’s cock more. “How do you feel about that, faggot?” asked The Beast. “You okay knowing that your boyfriend likes my dick more? That when you fuck him, he might be fantasizing that it’s me again? That he’ll be craving more cock than you have to offer?” “No!” grunted Vince trying to process this and keep up with his fucking. “I hate it. I hate knowing that he’d rather get fucked by you.” “Tough shit, cumhole,” The Beast taunted and pulled out of Vince and back into Chris. Quickly, he plunged into one hole and then the other 5 or 6 times before he said to Vince, “I’m gonna’ cum in your boyfriend.” “No,” begged Vince, “I don’t even cum in him. You said you would pull out.” “I lied,” said The Beast. “Unless this bitch wants me to pull out,” he addressed Chris. “I’ll pull out if you want me to, but you have to say it. If you really don’t want to feel this cock that you love empty itself inside of you, you let me know.” I watched Chris struggle with his desires as Vince continued to beg, “Don’t do it. You always make me pull out. Don’t let him.” And then he turned on The Beast, “Pull out of him. He doesn’t want it.” “He has to tell me,” The Beast said. “You want me to pull out of your cunt? Or do you want it?” Chris was grunting and looking at Vince and then over his shoulder at The Beast plowing into him. He looked one more time to Vince, “I’m sorry, baby.” Vince started to cry as Chris began bucking back on The Beast, “I want it, yes! Fuck it into me! Give me your load! Use it up and seed me!” “Fuck yeah! You’re letting me use your ass like your boyfriend can’t! Gonna’ drop my load in you and send you home with him with my seed dripping out of your slutty cunt! FUUUUUUCCCKKK! TAKE YOUR BREEDING!” The Beast pounded and pounded as he came into the unknowing bottom. As Vince kept begging him to stop, which was futile now, Chris screamed and whined as his cock twitched and he shot all over the couch without touching himself. Before the cum was finished dripping from Chris’ dick, The Beast slipped out of his cum-soaked chute and grabbed Vince by the hair. With a yelp, The Beast pushed Vince’s face to Chris’ dripping cunt, “Clean up my mess, pussy boy.” Crying, Vince lapped up the poz semen being expelled by Chris’ ruined hole. Despite his humiliation, Chris was jerking his cock like mad and finally pulled back from Chris’ ass, his face covered in ass juice and cum, and blasted a load all over his own chest and face. The couple collapsed, breathless, and The Beast said, “I’m gonna’ get a shower. Show yourselves out, boys.” The couple looked a bit shocked as The Beast strode down the hallway and into the bathroom. I made my way to the kitchen and set The Beast’s food and coffee on the counter as the couple silently got dressed and left through the front door, avoiding eye contact with me. The Beast came into the kitchen, showered and dressed, looked at the cold coffee and food and said, “I’m hungrier than that now. You wanna’ go with me to get some food?” “Sure,” I smiled. Although he only allowed me a smoothie, we had another great conversation. We even talked about sexuality and coming out. Granted, he called me a “cumdump” and a “bottom bitch” a couple of times during that conversation, I had a really great time. When we got home, he told me we were going to do some lawn work before going out that night. There was something so sexy about working side by side him, shirts off, keeping up with his penchant for manual labor. Around 6 o’clock, he said, “Okay, you should go in and clean out and clean up. We should head out in about a half hour or forty-five minutes.” “Yes, sir,” I said as I finished what I was doing quickly, and padded towards the house. After douching my twat and putting on a jock strap and some shorts and t-shirt, we both got into his car and headed out into tonight’s adventure. It was a long drive, heading towards another neighboring city, but we headed to the outskirts. It wasn’t until we were driving slowly down a dirt road that I realized we were heading to the old penitentiary. It hadn’t been used since sometime in the 90s and although the fence we were passing through said NO TRESPASSING, the gate was wide open and the chain lay useless in the grass next to the road. There were several cars already in the parking lot. I noticed lights through some of the windows as we pulled in next to a nice looking sports car. “Come on,” The Beast growled as he got out of the car. I followed him to the entrance where there was a sandwich board with a logo on it depicting a jockstrap with a biohazard symbol on the crotch. The title head read TOXIC JOCK CLUB. What the fuck? The Beast pushed through the door and lead me down a tiled hallway, familiar with the layout. We reached another door and we went inside where there was a hot guy in his mid-30s with a crew cut. He wore a skin tight white T-shirt and a jockstrap with the biohazard symbol on the crotch. “Hey Brent,” The Beast greeted him. “Hey buddy,” Brent replied. “This the kid?” “This is him,” The Beast nodded. “And he’s still testing neg?” asked Brent. “As of last week, yeah,” confirmed The Beast. “Okay, cool.” Brent turned to me, “Okay, sign here, kid.” I looked to The Beast, who simply said, “Do it.” As I signed what I can only assume was a release, Brent passed The Beast an envelop, “Count it if you want, it’s all there.” “That’s not necessary,” The Beast said as he tucked the envelop in his jeans. Brent took the paper from me and said, “Follow me, boys.” He led us through a series of offices, clearly used by the staff to enter the inmate population. Before I knew it, we were walking through a tiled corridor that emptied into an extremely large group shower room. On one side of the shower room, there were a series of tables, each one with a hot guy sitting behind it dressed in the same skin-tight white t-shirt and biohazard jock. On the other side of the room, was a rubber fuck table amidst the drains and shower heads. There was a shower douche connected to one of the shower heads. Each table had a small placard hanging off the front. The placards read: INDIRECT DONORS $25 DIRECT DONORS $75 DOUCHE DONORS $35 BOTTOM DOUCHE DONORS $45 TOP DOUCHE DONORS $50 Each table had a small lock box on top and each of the hot jocks was counting their banks. It was too much to take in and decipher. And before I had a chance, Brent too me by the arm saying, “Come this way, let’s get your shit into a locker.” I stowed my clothes in a locker and was lead back to the rubber table in just my jock strap. I saw The Beast in the corner, chatting with one of the table jocks. He threw a wink in my direction, which for some reason settled my nerves slightly. Brent said, “Get up on the table. The members should be getting here soon.” I climbed up on the table and only had to wait about 5 minutes before other men started arriving. They were all built jocks, but the new arrivals didn’t wear the uniform. They wore just regular street clothes as they approached the different tables. I’m guessing the Jocks were explaining what each table and accompanying expense got them. Money was exchanged and the men were handed a key to a locker where they could put their clothes. As the men returned naked, each one ripped and muscular. This club was serious about it being jocks. They varied in ages, size, and hairiness, but they were all jocks, all athletic and muscular. I could barely keep up with what went on and the things that were done to me. Each man had a wrist band that coincided with the table labels. A tall stud with a distinctive baseball build took my ankles in his hands and held them up as he plunged his tongue into my cunt. I moaned and saw that his wristband said Direct Donor. I looked down my body at this gorgeous face buried in my pussy and saw the biohazard tattoo ripple on his huge pec. He was slobbering away at my hole as a tall lean black guy in his early 20s saddled up to my face and fed me his long 9 inches of uncut cock. Meanwhile, I saw a bunch of guys near by jerking off as they watched the activities. All of them had on wristbands that said Indirect Donor. In the other corner were two jocks, a bit on the twinkish side, standing and waiting. Both of them had on wristbands marked Bottom Douche. My brain was reeling enough, but then another Direct Donor – a hairy guy with a football build – shoved some poppers under my nose and I really began to fly. Just then the baseball stud pushed his dripping cock into my waiting hole. He had done a good job of warming me up and I sucked on his large dick with my cunt, moaning loudly. “Yeah, you need some dick, bitch?” he asked. All I could do is nod with the black cock in my mouth and moan. As the baseball stud fucked my cock socket, some of the Indirect Donors began shooting off, collecting their jizz in a sizeable plastic beaker. I couldn’t make sense of any of this. Where was I? What were these people doing? Just then some Top Douche guys approached the two twinks and began fucking them in the corner, the twinks moaning and whining about how much they wanted the tops’ loads. More Direct Donors arrived just as baseball stud dumped a huge load into my ass cunt groaning loudly and shouting, “Take that toxic cum, you neg whore!” I snorted and squeezed my ass, welcoming his poison. The black guy kept fucking my throat as another stud took the baseball stud’s place between my open legs. The new dick was thick and veiny and connected to a short, tight Italian stud that I would guess was a wrestler. His muscles were thick and compact, his arms sizeable and sporting a biohazard tattoo. He liked to punch fuck with his meaty cock and he got a big sound out of me every time his thick fucker stretched my cunt walls. I heard loud grunting from the corner and turned my head, dropping the black cock in my mouth, and saw one of the top’s ass convulse as he loaded up one of the twinks. Another Direct Donor took this opportunity to replace the black cock in my mouth with his own. A nice 8X6 owned by a lean, swimmer guy with a face like Channing Tatum started skull fucking my willing face, the biohazard tattoo on his pelvic bone slapping into my forehead. More of the Indirect Donors came into the beaker as Wrestling Stud pounded into me harder and harder, grunting and saying, “You like that thick cock, pussy boy?” “Yes, sir,” I garbled through the cock in my mouth. “You want my load in your cunt? Huh? You want my babies in your pussy? Here you go!!!” I felt his dick balloon and shoot thick HIV cum deep into my hole, making my insides spasm and shake with orgasm. He pulled his cock out and switched places with the Swimmer Stud saying, “Clean your filth off my cock, bitch.” I slobbered on his knob as Swimmer Stud slid his cock into my sloppy mancunt. As this happened, I noticed a few things. First, The Beast had Brent bent over in the far corner and was eating out his beautiful granite ass. My face flushed with jealousy. Also, the twink that had been cum in was heading to the shower douche and the Toxic Jock that was manning the doorway to the lockers grabbed some sort of funnel tube and headed toward me. The Swimmer Stud fucked me violently as the Toxic Jock approached saying, “Okay, free up his mouth.” The Wrestling Stud pulled his wet cock from me mouth and positioned my chin straight up in the air. The Toxic Jock placed the end of the tube in my mouth telling me, “Okay, get ready to swallow as much as you can. Do NOT take the tube out of your mouth, that’s what we paid your pimp for, got it?” I heard the shower and saw the twink shoving the shower douche up his ass, taking a gush of water into his asshole. I nodded slightly as not to disturb the tube. I looked up at this thick tube about 18” long. It looked like the tubing that you use in a hamster cage, but at the top was a large funnel. Swimming Stud kept fucking me as if he didn’t even notice all of the paraphernalia being applied to me right now. That’s when the twink came over, climbed up onto the table, and hovered his ass over the funnel. My eyes got big as the Toxic Jock said to the Swimmer Stud, “Just keep fucking him, keep fucking him.” The twink let loose with all of the water and cum that he had inside of himself, shooting it into the funnel. All of it flushed down into the tube and into my mouth. I struggled to swallow as fast as I could, tasting ass, semen, and water, but it was impossible and the water shot out all sides of my mouth like a geyser. I sputtered and coughed, laying there in a puddle of cummy ass douche, my hair soaked with it. This made Swimmer Stud start to shoot off in my cunt making me have my second orgasm. More men had arrived, and as the Black Stud stuck his dick in my cummy hole, two huge muscle jocks went over to the shower douche, wristbands simply labeled “Douche.” The Toxic Jock stayed with me, ready to position the funnel tube again as the first muscle jock stuck the shower douche up his ass. The Black stud started taunting me, “Look at you, drowning in ass pour, you filthy cunt. You like this, don’t you? Used by real men? Even the bottoms are using your mouth as a fucking toilet.” The first muscle jock came over and climbed up on top of the table. The Toxic Jock inserted the tube into my mouth and I held it in place as the muscle jock flushed out his bloated insides. I later found out, the Toxic Jock Club has a very strict rule for all those participating in the douche…they’re expected to be clean. No scat play in the Toxic Jock Club. The clear liquid expelling from his muscular ass rushed into my mouth and nose. I choked and gagged as I tried to swallow it all, once again failing as the excess volcanoed out the sides of my mouth all over the table and my head and chest. I couldn’t think of anything more degrading and I LOVED IT!! The place was hopping now! There were more Bottom Douches waiting in the corner to get creamed so they could douche and feed it to me through the funnel tube. There was a line waiting at the shower douche. I never went more than a minute without a new jock ass flushing my mouth with a gut full of water. All the while, I had a steady stream of thick, long cock plugging my cunt, filling my ass with toxic jizz and giving me internal orgasms. Not to mention, a crowd of onlookers constantly jerking off and adding to the plastic beaker of jizz. Apparently, each jock paid once for what he wanted to do but he could do it as many times as he wanted. If he wanted to switch activities, he had to pay again. As I was getting stretched by a thick 7 incher owned by a shredded Runner Stud, I heard the tables being taken down. The room was pretty crowded by now with all of the activities still so things certainly weren’t ending, but the Toxic Jocks joined the fun. Brent was first, douching and flooding my mouth with what I can only guess was The Beast’s cum mixed with water. The other Toxic Jocks took up the position of Direct Donors and took turns depositing their swimmers in my boy cunt. One more gorgeous than the other, muscles ripplings, each with a tattoo in some sexy place announcing their toxicity to whoever dare get them naked. Their large cocks ripped into my rectum, ravaging my already torn insides. So many internals, so much cum shot into my stomach via my cunt, so much slapping and smacking of my chest, stomach, and ass cheeks. And of course, during all of this, the funnel tube kept getting put into my mouth hole periodically and I was once again drowned with a douche being shot out of some guy’s ass hole. Once everyone was spent and satisfied with how they had abused my holes, the most handsome of all of the Toxic Jocks, Jake, went over to the crowd of Indirect Donors and asked, “Is everyone’s offering in?” They all murmured and nodded. He picked up the large beaker of sperm. This thing must have had almost a liter of poisonous semen in it. Jake brought it over to my body as Brent and another Toxic Jock each took an ankle and hoisted them back towards my shoulders, exposing my dripping cunt to the room. The keeper of the funnel tube removed the funnel from the mouth tube and lubed it up. Another Toxic Jock pressed the poppers to my nostrils, allowing me to inhale some extra big huffs, as the funnel was pushed into my gaping cunt. I strained my neck to watch Jake through my contorted legs. He tipped the beaker, pouring the collection of semen into the funnel in a steady stream. I tingled all over as I felt the slimy tub of man cream coat my insides, soothing sometimes, stinging other times. I moaned and whined watching and feeling all those different cumloads get poured directly into my cunt. The guys were cheering Jake on and making nasty comments about how trashy I was and all I was good for was bugging up. Finally, the beaker was empty and Jake handed the beaker off to the keeper of the funnel, who began scooping the cum clinging to the sides of the beaker into my mouth. Meanwhile, Jake removed the funnel carefully, quickly replacing it with a sizeable butt plug to keep all of that jizz inside of me. Fuck my abdomen felt bloated. I actually felt the cum sloshing around deep in my ass cunt. The jocks started to collect their clothes and leave. The Beast brought me my clothes, which I put on over the sweat and cum and spit and ass juice that covered me head to toe. As I dressed, Brent slipped The Beast his number and I felt that twist of jealousy in my stomach again. Jake, who seemed to be the head of the club, shook The Beast’s hand and commented, “This was a good one. Hotter than any of the others you’ve sold to us.” “Yeah, he’s a good piece of cunt, right?” agreed The Beast. They said their good byes and The Beast whistled at me like a dog. I ran over to him, following him out the door. We made it back to the car and I muscled through all of the feelings in my stomach and bowels as we drove home. I smiled the whole way despite any discomfort because that is still one of the hottest experiences of my life to date. The Beast looked over at me and asked, “You enjoy that?” “Yes, sir. It was tough and it was a lot, but I really enjoyed it. Thank you for letting them do that to me.” “You’re welcome, boy. You’re a good pussy boy.” “Thank you, sir.” Then he abruptly changed the subject to talk about whatever song was on the radio and whether I liked the singer. Then we talked about what other music we liked. And then we talked about concerts we had been to. And then we were pulling into his driveway. As we walked into the house, The Beast said, “You can sleep in the bed tonight but I don’t want you to shit any of that cum out. We’re going to take the plug out and you’re gonna’ have to feel it slip out of you gradually and wake up in a pool of stranger cum, got it?” “Yes, sir,” I complied. So I got to sleep in the master bedroom with The Beast again, feeling my bowels betray me and letting cum drip out of me like a nasty whore. Just like The Beast said, I woke up in a pool of semen, my ass and legs covered with drying seed. And that’s when it dawned on me. He still hadn’t fucked me. More to cum...

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…

He reached back and slapped my head away from his ass, as he returned to his full upright position. With his enormous cock swinging with each macho step, he made his way to the bar in the living room and pulled a backless bar stool next to the arm of the couch. “Come here,” he beckoned, stroking his ten inches. Shaking, I slowly got up from my knees. My limbs were stiff and my face, chest, and stomach were covered with hardening bodily fluids. I was terrified of what was next and I couldn’t believe I was willingly moving toward it. The saddest part is, it wasn’t because my father had threatened to not pay for college. I didn’t know why I was moving toward it. “Bend over this stool,” he commanded and I quickly followed his orders. Harshly, he ran his fingers over my ass hole, cramming a finger in and pulling it right back out. “You’re still fucking juicy, dude,” he said in disbelief. “You are such a fucking whore. You were born for this.” He spit four times into his palm and coated his dick with it, and then he pointed his monster cock straight up towards his face, lined his mouth up, and dropped a big glob of spit right on the rigid head of it. Smearing the spit all over the mushroom cap, he warned, “It’s in your own best interest to just relax,” and he began rubbing his pole against my opening, nudging in each time his cock ran across my pink pucker. It made me whine every time I felt him run the head of his dick across my hole. I felt him really start to nudge his way in. “What about lube, dude?” His hand came down hard on my ass, burning as if I had sat on an oven. He had held nothing back. “I’m not your dude, shit-for-brains!” he scolded, slapping my other cheek, spitting on it, smearing the spit, and then spanking it even harder, the force being multiplied by the wetness he had applied. “DO. YOU. UN-. DER-. STAND. ME?” he slapped a different cheek with each accented syllable, harder and harder. I howled through my belittling punishment until I finally broke down in a full out cry, “YES!!!” “Good.” He went back to sliding his fuck stick against my boy cunt, “Ask your question again.” I swallowed and asked carefully, “What about lube, Sir?” He chided in a Southern drawl, “If it doesn’t go in with spit and persistence, it ain’t love!” How could he think this was funny? I had no idea if I was going to be able to handle this and he was cracking jokes. He continued, “And I think you’re gonna’ love me a little bit when I’m through with you. So spit it is.” He kept nudging into me, and I tried to relax, but after a few nudges, he got impatient. With constant pressure on my sphincter, he pushed his engorged cock head past my first ring, causing me to scoot away a little bit and yelp. His powerful hands firmly grabbed my waist and stopped me from scurrying away and in the process, forced more of his cock into. I felt my insides stretching around this large invader, trying to accommodate its vastness. My walls wouldn’t adjust quickly enough and the pain was intense. I began howling again, begging him to slow down, but he was like an animal possessed now that I was wailing and writhing about. Steadily, he pushed inch after inch into my tearing rectum, producing sounds from me that I had never made before. Awful cat-like screeches as my ass was destroyed for the first time. All of a sudden, amidst the pain, an incredible sensation waved over me as I felt him hit the end of my ass. Feeling his thick head bump against that spot where he was bottoming out was sensational even though my ass still burned and flexed in stabbing pain. However, I was wrong. “You still have about two more inches to go,” he popped my bubble and pushed forward. I screamed out as I realized that what I thought was the end of my ass was actually just an inner ring that he was intent on tearing beyond repair as well. I felt so full, as if my ass was inflating. The pain was excruciating but I kept getting jolts of agonizingly exquisite sensations that would course through my body. Goose bumps rose up on my thighs and ass. “Yeah, look at those goose bumps. That cunt is cock hungry!” The waistband of my jockstrap was grab and twisted twice around his hand and wrist and pulled taut like the reins on a horse. His powerful erection started moving inside of me, finding a moderate groove. In reality, he was being nice to me since he wasn’t plowing me, but the fact is that it was my first time and he was over ten inches long and hilted in my virgin boy pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the torturous fucking I was receiving. He began to pick up speed, my ass bouncing off of his hips, his percolating nuts slapping against my smooth pink ass. It felt like there was a steaming hot poker rammed up into my stomach, and I gritted my teeth, grunting and snorting like a pig, trying to soldier through the railing that this stud was carelessly giving my broken hole. My mind was clouded from the stabbing pain in my ass when suddenly I realized that my puny prick was flat against my stomach, more rigid than it had ever been with my girlfriend or from masturbating. What was this guy doing to me? What was he turning me into? “…turning you into a whore…” he mumbled, as if reading my thoughts while pounding into my colon. “…nice converted cum dump pussy bottom…” he hissed out through labored breaths. “How old are you, boy?” he asked without missing a slam of cock into me. Wiping the tears from my cheeks and wincing through another wave of pain as his rod found another unexplored corner of my pussy, I answered, “I turned 18 two weeks ago.” “Oh fuck! Goddamn, you are getting turned inside out and bred by some stranger almost three times your age. You are truly a fucked out cum bucket.” Granted he was hot, but it was still true. I was letting myself be fucked for the first time…no, completely used by a guy that would have been in his 30s when I was born. And at this point, although, it still hurt like hell, it was clearly what my body wanted. I was a disgusting little faggot to be so naturally cock hungry that I would grant some strange guy in his 50s carte blanche access to my holes. “Oh yeah, think about that…the stud behind you right now is 32 years older than you, breeding you like a bitch in heat. I didn’t convert until I was 45. You’re gonna’ have me beat by 27 years. 27 more years to enjoy the bug.” His hands gripped tighter on my 28” waist and his fucking got harder, more determined. Grunting through my words with every thrust that pushed my innards aside, I said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Chuckling, he slowed and long stroked his beer can cock in and out of my straining cunt and said, “Oh, right. I told you I would fill you in on the tattoo once your ass cheek touched while my dick was in you. So fair’s fair. What I meant by converting is that I turned poz five years ago. And you’ll be poz too when you walk out that door today.” “No, no…” I begged, freaking out and frantically tried to wiggle away. I just kept saying “no, no,” and fighting with all of my might to get him out of me. He laughed and almost effortlessly just held my hips in place with his erection about four inches inside of me. “Awww, no you don’t,” he kind of sang and then with one powerful pull of his hands, impaled me on his death stick. My back arched up and I screamed into the air like a howling wolf. “Can’t get away now,” he said with certainty, “the deal is done. It’s right there in the fucking letter, piggie.” I looked on the couch cushions at the yellow legal pad paper still laying there wet with my tears. My dad’s letter. The poisonous beast started hammering into me deeply, only pulling out about three or four inches, and then really punching into my inner ring. The motion and the pain made it difficult to focus on the letter, but eventually I was able to. Immediately, I zeroed in on the passage that my poz top was talking about: Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Holy shit, my father knew and this is why I was sent over. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. He was letting some buddy from the bar wreck my hole and shoot HIV into me. What had I done to deserve this? I had mouthed off to him. And I had disappointed him. Here I was getting in his face about being a man, meanwhile my girlfriend is bending his ear about how I can’t satisfy her. I just don’t know why she just didn’t break up with me then. Then it dawned on me, he had asked her not to. Not to spare my feelings but to spare his. So I didn’t embarrass him by losing this hot girl because I wasn’t man enough to keep her. And he started fucking her to keep her quiet about me. Then I – his disappointment of a son that he suspects is queer – starts mouthing off about being a man, and he decides to teach me a lesson. He was purposefully putting disease into his only son to prove to me that I wasn’t the big man I thought I was. That I was just a worthless receptacle for cum, toxic or clean, to be used by guys who were real men. And by real men, he meant guys with big dicks, not tiny ones like mine. I was fucked. I couldn’t let this happen. I clenched my ass trying to squeeze him out and instantly felt his member puff up bigger, “Fuck, faggot, you are a natural cum slut, milking my death stick like that.” My attempt to push him out was having the opposite effect and I immediately stopped contracting my ass. Undeterred, he teased me, “Awww, was that you trying to push me out? And what? You think I can’t make you milk that cock?” And with that he reached around and rolled both of my nipples between his fingers. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prevent my cunt from rhythmically squeezing and releasing his rod in response to the attention on my tits. “Atta’ boy.” I started bawling but my body just kept responding to his touch and his fucking. A rush of determination filled me and I began to crawl away, trying to remove his poisonous cock from my ass. He would have none of that and continued fucking me, mounting me like an animal. I used my arms to pull me forward, caught one of my feet on a wrung of the stool, and pushed. With grunts and guttural noises, his body remained on me as I tried desperately to flee onto the couch. Literally, I was fucked down the length of the couch as I tried to escape my fate. This fueled him as he continued to drill my ass, using my resistance as a way to turn my violation into more of a sport. Finally, I broke down, biting into far arm of the couch, screaming into the fabric as he ruthlessly trenched out my mancunt. Amazing how ten inches can feel like sixteen when it’s being dragged through your bowels. Every time he would pull himself out of me, it felt like he was taking my insides with him, turning me inside out. I also felt strangely empty, like it was wrong to have him out of me. As agonizing as it was to have him brutalizing my guts, I needed him back inside of me emotionally and physically. I beat my fist on the pillow next to my face, my teeth sinking into the dusty fabric of the couch arm, while visions of my rectum being pull outside of my asshole filled my head. There was so much I was scared of at that moment: of this man giving me his diseased sperm, of my ass being damaged beyond repair so that it had that slutty rosebud look with your pucker exposed and swollen, of my future. Was this my future, was this all I was good for? I would find out soon enough that the resounding answer was yes. Without warning, the cock was pulled out of me and he yanked me off the couch by my arm. My ass seized and spasmed in abrupt pain and I yelped loud enough for a neighbor to hear, I'm sure. “On your knees, suck the cock that was just in your asshole.” Before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees having been roughly thrown from the furniture and my mouth was full of his slimy snake. “Yeah, taste your ass. Taste good?” I just whined on his dick, his unyielding hands moving my head up and down on his rod. “Yeah, taste all that ass juice. Nice ass juice. Eat your ass off my dick.” Granted, I was a first time bottom, so I hadn’t cleaned out, but I made it a habit not to eat after 7:30pm and before I go to the gym, I only ever have liquids and fruit. On top of that, my diet is pretty healthy…so my ass is pretty clean, especially pre-gym. Thank God, there was no taste of shit or anything. It tasted of his pre-cum and it tasted of my insides, which I actually liked, which was just astounding. Something about being able to experience how I tasted ten inches inside of me was just so exciting to me. I felt pre-cum soaking the front of my jock strap. In addition to the nectar of his pre-cum and the nasty delicacy of my insides, I also tasted something metallic and coppery, but wasn’t sure what it was. I put it out of my head and the other tastes had me so fucking horny that I just slurped away on his manhood. “Good boy, goooo-oood boyyyy,” he whined, working through an intense moment of pleasure. “Nurse it, boy. That’s my little cum pup, it’s like a fucking pacifier for you. So fucking young, I love it. Just a kid. Well, all the kids I know like to play with toys. You like toys, bitch?” His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him with big saucer eyes still holding his heavy cock in my hand, “What kind of toys?” What a stupid fucking question.

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.