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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 😛

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

I'm trying another something new. A collection of one off stories, all centered around a few common characters and themes, all a little bit in the world of science fiction. I hope y'all enjoy my new stories of transformation and change! Part 1: The Experiment Week 1: The ad had been simple, yet it had attracted Jonny’s attention right away. Of course, that was its intention. Jonny was young, and just out of college. At 22 he considered himself to be in his prime. He was cocky, he looked good naked and he knew it. His round pecs had in the last two years started to grow an ever-expanding patch of hair right in the center that now spanned from round pert nipple to round pert nipple. He worked out often, and had the high bouncing butt to prove it, not that it ever saw any action. In his freshman yes of college Jonny had found himself dating a waifish insatiable bottom which had done two things for his psyche. First, he came to think of himself over the course of that relationship as a strict top; an opinion that he carried to this day. Secondly, that all bottoms were smaller and weaker than him. It was part of what had driven him to the gym. If he was going to be all top he had to look the part. Over the next for years he had sculpted himself into his idea of the perfect top, and when he stood naked with his seven and a half inch monstrously thick dick sticking out from his dense pubes it was hard to argue with his self-assessment. Looking for young gay men for a sexual health study, and possible experiment. First session is an interview, if applicants qualify they will be contacted for further interviews or experiments. Applicants should be self-identified as “tops.” This is a paid study. That simple paragraph had changed the course of Jonny’s life. Like most people right out of college he was hard up for money, and looking for a job. He’d used almost all the money he’d gotten at graduation to move out of his college apartment and into a small place just outside the gay neighborhood with two other guys he knew from college. They had both found jobs fairly quickly but Jonny was struggling. After almost a full month of sending out what felt like hundreds of resumes the fun part of “fun-employment” was wearing off. The prospect of being paid to talk about his sex life seemed almost too good to be true. After seeing the ad online he’d quickly clicked on the link to sign up. He’d entered his name and age, a few other stats and then clicked submit. After only just a few minutes an email came through with an appointment time and location. It all seemed so easy. Two days later Jonny walked up the steps of an uninteresting looking office building. He got in the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. In the elevator bay a sign with rearrangeable white block letters read “Queer Sexual Health Study Room 709” with an arrow pointing down the nondescript hallway. About halfway down the hallway he found room 708 and feeling just a little bit nervous, knocked. “Come in,” said a light voice through the door. Jonny opened it and found himself what looked like a small doctor’s office waiting room. At a desk across from the door sat a blond twink with shaggy hair and a thin narrow face. He flashed a big toothy smile at Jonny and said, “Come on in and close the door.” He had a soft floating voice with a hint of a lisp. He was a the exact kind of guy Jonny loved, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. “You must be Jonny?” asked the twink. “Yeah. I have a… uh…” he checked his phone for the appointment notice, “three o’clock appointment for the study.” “Perfect.” He grabbed a clip board from a stack and passed it over the desk with a pen. “Go ahead and fill this out. It confirms the information you submitted on the webform and then in a consent for the study. Take your time and read through it all if you like.” He flashed another big smile. Jonny eyed him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Jonny quickly filled out his information again, his eyes frequently flicking up to the twink behind the desk. Every once in a while, they caught each other’s eye and the twink would grin. Jonny barely read the consent form, if he had read it a little bit more he might have understood what he was signing up for, but as it was he found himself more than a little distracted. Having scribbled his signature across the bottom of the consent form, Jonny got up, tried and failed to hide his erection, and handed the twink back the clipboard. “Thanks, give me just one moment.” The twink got up and went through a door off to the side of the desk. Jonny eyes his narrow hips and pert butt as he walked away. He was practically drooling. Jonny was left alone, his mind full of thoughts of lust for the twink. After a few minutes he was back and holding the door open said, “follow me please.” Jonny got up and adjusted his boner again, sticking it up into the waistband of his briefs. The door opened on to another corridor. Lining one wall were a series of door that all opened onto little rooms. Each one was fitted out with a desk, a comfortable looking couch, and an exam table. It was like a cross between a doctors exam room and a therapists office. The twink lead Jonny down to the last room at the end of the hall and said, “Doctor Marks will be with you in just a moment. Feel free to make yourself comfortable on the couch.” Jonny sat down and looked around, the twink gave him another winning smile and then left, closing the door behind him. The room was a clinical blue green color, and the exam table had a thin sheet of paper over it. Had it not been for the couch, and the dimmed lighting it would have felt exactly like a doctor’s office. Jonny found himself starting to get nervous. What had he signed up for? Just a minute later there came a light knock on the door and a man let himself in. He was tall and broad shouldered. His handsome face sported a close cropped beard, and fleck of gray at the temples of his short hair. He was certainly handsome but not Jonny’s type. This was the sort of man Jonny hoped he’d grow into, not the kind he hooked up with. “Hi,” said the man extending a large hand to Jonny, “I’m Doctor Marks. You must be…” he consulted the clipboard in his arm, “Jonny. Nice to meet you.” Jonny shook his hand, “Hi, its… it’s good to meet you too.” “You must be wondering what our little study is about,” said Dr. Marks moving around the room to sit at the wooden desk. He gestured to the couch and Jonny sat back down. “Yeah kind of.” Jonny admitted with a sheepish grin. “Well, I’m a psychologist first of all, and I’m interested in what drives people’s sexual desires. Ultimately, I’m hoping to understand where sexual fetishes come from, how do they form in the mind, how do they evolve, how do they relate to the rest of our lives and psyche, and can they be changed. However, for this part of the study we’re starting with something more basic, the building blocks if you will. Before delving into kinks and fetishes and the more specific aspects of sex we’re looking at what defines roles in gay sex. To put it plainly, why are some people tops, some bottoms, and some vers. Is it something innate, something learned, is it both, can it change over time, can stimulus change it.” “Cool,” said Jonny, genuinely interested, “But I don’t think anything can change me from being a top.” Dr. Marks smiled at that, and continued, “So, todays interview is to assess if you’re right for the study. From your answers on the questionnaire, it seems likely that you are. You will be paid one hundred dollars for the session no matter what the outcome is. If we decide you’re a good fit we’ll have you watch a little informational video and then schedule you for your next visit. How does all of that sound.” “Sounds good to me,” the thought of a hundred dollars for just answering questions sounded amazing to Jonny. “Great. Now these questions are obviously going to be very personal in nature, I’m sure you saw that in the consent form. Please answer honestly, that’s the only way for us really to get good data.” “Understood.” Dr. Marks looked down at the clipboard now resting on his knee, picked up his pen, and cleared his throat. “It says on here that you consider yourself to be a strict top.” Color rose in Jonny’s cheeks. Somehow hearing that said out loud in such a clinical tone made him embarrassed, but he said in as strong a voice as he could, “correct.” “How long have you been sexually active?” “Six years.” “That would have made you how old when you lost your virginity?” “Sixteen.” Dr. Marks made a note on his clip board, “can you tell me about that first sexual experience?” “Well that was, this guy in high school, we had both just come out. It didn’t really mean much but we blew each other in his car parked at this old baseball field a little out of town. Then I fucked… I topped him once.” “You can say fucked,” Dr. Marks gave Jonny a reassuring smile and a nod. “Where you the top in that encounter because you already considered yourself to be an exclusive top?” “No… not really, its just sort of how it played out.” “When would you say you started to identify as a top?” “My first boyfriend in college, this hot little twink. He only wanted to get fucked, and I found that I loved it. I started going to the gym because I wanted to bulk up and pound him harder. I loved hearing him moan when I slid my dick in his hole.” His dick was getting hard again thinking about it, he shifted trying to hide his erection. “Its alright if you become aroused, many of our subjects do when talking about their experiences. It’s nothing to be worried about or ashamed of.” “Oh… uh… thanks.” “You were saying?” “Yeah. Right. So I was the top in that relationship, and when we broke up I just kept going. I think the fact that I had bulked up made the other guys at school see me as a top and that’s how I started to see myself. Now, honestly now I can’t ever imagine it differently. In four years, I’ve never been interested in being fucked. Plus, I’m only really into guys much smaller than me, so it would be weird to be fucked by one.” Jonny let out a little nervous laugh and waited as Dr. Marks stopped scribbling his notes. “Great. What’s your relationship to protection and safe sex?” “Well…I probably should be better. I’m on PrEP, but still. I usually fuck raw. It just feels so good sliding into a tight hole, feeling it open up around my shaft and then pumping my load inside.” “You said that in four years you’ve ‘never been interested in being fucked’ does that mean you don’t like it or that its never happened?” “There have been a few guys who were interested, one guy even started eating my ass, but… its just not my thing.” “So you’ve never been the bottom?” “Nope, gold start top.” Jonny was proud of that fact. He may have been a slut in college but his hole was untouched. “Great. How many sexual partners would you average a week?” “Two to three.” “Now are you on any of the hook up apps?” “Yeah, um… Scruff mainly, but sometimes Grindr and Sniffies.” “How often would you say you are on the apps?” “At least once a day.” “And how often do you meet someone from there?” “Probably once a week.” “If you make it into the study would you be willing to let us look at your profile as the study progresses.” “Sure… not that I change it often.” “No most people don’t. Alright. I think that’s all of the introductory interview questions. I’m going to step out and confer with a colleague about your responses and I will be back in a few minutes.” Jonny was horny as hell now thinking about all the twinks he’d fucked over the years. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum matting his treasure trail down. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back into the couch imagining the reception twink between his legs right now sucking on his hard dick. Dr. Marks knocked on the door again before letting himself in. Jonny jumped a little and say up straight, trying in vain to make it look like he hadn’t just been fantasizing about sex. “Right,” said Dr. Marks, ignoring the compromising position he had just caught Jonny in, “after talking it over we feel like you are the perfect candidate. So, next thing for today is watching the introductory video. A lot of this information is in there but I want to just say some of it to you personally. “By agreeing to be in the study you are committing to four sessions with us. They will all involve and interview portion, getting more and more in depth each time. Each will also include a short video to be watched before leaving. The first and last sessions will involve a physical examination. This is mainly to collect accurate stats on participants to see if there are physiological factors in determining tops and bottoms, or physical manifestations of those preferences. You will also be paid three hundred dollars for each of those sessions. Meaning for completing the whole study you’ll be paid a thirteen hundred dollars. Sound good?” “Sounds amazing!” “Great. I’ll just set up this video and leave you to watch it, please do pay close attention. I’ll come back when it’s over.” Dr. Marks picked up a remote from his desk and aimed it at the wall. A projector flickered to life and the entire wall across for Jonny was filled with a title screen reading “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study.” “Title’s a little different from the hallway sign,” Jonny joked, “Queer Sexual Health?” “Yes, we try to keep a bit of a low profile in the building. Not everyone would be thrilled about a gay sex fetish study on their floor.” “True.” “Alright, I’ll click play here and leave you to it.” He got up and crossed to the door. He pointed the remote at the projector again and the play icon appeared in the corner of the title card. He gave Jonny one more smiled and then dimmed the lights and left the room. For a moment the room was silent except for the whirring of the projector fan. Then a low, warm, resonant voice filled the room. It started out seeming as though it was only coming from the wall being projected on, but quickly spread out till it felt like it was surrounding Jonny. For a moment, feeling this voice surround him was alarming, but there was something in the warm honey tambour of the sound that soothed him. “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study,” the voice said, “we are so happy you’re here, and have agreed to be part of our study.” A low hum joined the voice, it ebbed and flowed, a slow rhythmic tempo like the water of a lake lapping at the shore. “Please listen carefully. As you’ve been told the study will consists of three sessions. Each session will have an interview, a film segment like this one, and the first and last session will have a physical examination. It is important that you are honest and open with us. Only complete honesty will provide us with the results we need. The hum had gotten louder and without thinking about it Jonny had noticed his breathing matching the pulse. It was calming. “During the physical examination you will be required to be nude in front of one of our technicians. They will take measurements of different parts of your body, including both your flaccid and erect penis.” Jonny’s dick gave a throb, he hoped that technicians meant the twink from the lobby. “You will also be required to give us access to your online dating profiled and hook up apps. We will examine your profile itself, along with the stats on the those you contact most often. “This portion of the study is looking at what makes a top a top, and a bottom a bottom. It is our goal to determine if those differences are innate, and if they can be changed.” There was a long pause in the narration and the title card faded to black. It was just the thrum. Jonny felt himself slipping back into the couch. He felt all tension leaving his body. “Focus closely on the center of the image in front of you,” the voice said. Then a small white dot appeared. Jonny trained his eyes in and focused. The dot started to ebb and flow with the drone, it grew and shrank. It made his eyes feel heavy. “Though you may think your role as a top cannot be changed that is not true. It’s not true because you are not truly a top. You are not truly vers. You are a bottom. Seeing a bottom being fucked turns you on because you see how good it would to be fucked yourself. You know this to be true.” The voice was washing over Jonny. He was no longer conscious of what exactly was being said. It was all just a wash of sound and light. The pulsing of the dot, and throbbing of the drone had overwhelmed his mind. He understood what the voice was saying, but was completely unaware of its message. The dot on the screen grew. It was no longer just a point of white light, but a glowing disk that grew till it seemed to envelope Jonny. He was falling forward into the bright white abyss. Then a new sound was added to the drone, the grunting of men. It was the unmistakable sound of two men having sex, and amongst it one man saying over and over “Yes, please, fuck me, use me, fuck me.” “You long to be fucked,” the voice said and from inside the white void came an image of a hot muscled jock on his back his face contorted in pleasure. The image filled the whole screen and then flashed to a video of a fat cock sliding raw into a well fucked hole. “It’s easier to surrender. We will help you surrender.” More images of dicks sliding into loose holes, the sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud now it had almost drowned out the drone, and in the background the voice of a mysterious horny bottom continued to plead for cock. “Give in. Take your place as a bottom. Service the men around you. You long to be fucked by them, to be bred by them. Your hole is desperate for cum. Let go. Let your mind go. Release yourself. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” ---- When the lights blinked back on Jonny found himself slumped into the couch, his mouth hanging slightly open and a little trail of drool running down his chin. What had just happened he thought. He looked at his watch. He’d been in that room for over an hour, but it had seemed like just a few minutes. Had that intro video really been an hour? He shook it off and got up. His dick was soft, but there was a wet spot in the front of his pants where he had leaked precum. He tried to cover it with his hands. Just as he was about to open the door the handle turned and Dr. Marks came back. “You did great! Alright. Stop and see Toby out front and we’ll get you booked up. No more than a week between sessions but five days is optimal. Toby will also cut you a check. See you in a week!” Then he was gone. Jonny felt shaky and uneasy as he made his way to the front desk. His head seemed to be buzzing slightly, as if his mind were full of bees. He blinked almost unseeingly at the twink when he got back to the reception room. The cute blond just smiled knowingly and handed him a check then said “How about this coming Wednesday at 2pm? That work.” “Yeah… uh… yeah sure…” “Let’s put that in your phone now so you don’t forget shall we.” Toby added the appointment to Jonny’s phone and then he was out of the office and back on the street. What the fuck, he thought. Week 2: Five days later Jonny was once again sitting in the small waiting room across from Toby. It had been a strange five days. After he’d left the office the last time he’d felt out of it for the rest of the day, if he really was honest he still felt a little strange. Now, back in the waiting room, he felt nervous and excited. His heart was beating quickly and his dick refused to go completely soft. Something about all of this turned him on immensely but he didn’t really understand what. It was Dr. Marks who called him back this time. Sticking his head around the door he’d called Jonny back to the row of exam rooms and led him once again to the last one at the end of the hall. “Its good to see you again Jonny,” Dr. Marks said, gesturing to the couch again for Jonny to sit. Jonny sat down, the couch felt safe and familiar now, some of the tension went out of his body. “Thanks. You too.” “How was your week?” “It was good…” “What is it?” “Nothing… do you have questions for me?” “After the initial interview this part of the study is a little less ridged. We can have more of a conversation than just question and answer.” “Oh, right. Sure.” “So, your week? You said it was good but you kind of hesitated, was anything odd?” “I mean it was fine, I’m looking for a job so that occupies a lot of my time.” “Of course, I can imagine.” “But I was also so fucking horny all week. It was probably just talking about sex, and then thinking about the study.” “That’s understandable, analyzing your sex life, and asking why you are attracted to things can lead to an increase in libido for sure. Did this result in an increase in sex drive, or sexual encounters?” “Yeah.” Jonny chuckled a little embarrassed, “I had four different guys over this week.” “How did you find them?” “On the apps.” “And what role did you play in those encounters?” Jonny paused, this was what had been weight on him, “I was the top in all four…” “Feels like there’s a but hanging there.” “It was weird,” and with that a series of thoughts he hadn’t quite put together all tumbled out of him. “They were all hot, these bottoms. All twinky guys like I like, all horny as fuck and desperate to be bred. Something was different in the energy. I wasn’t as… the connection wasn’t there. Like I fucked them and I got off but it wasn’t as satisfying as usual. Does that make sense. I would get off and it would be hot but afterwards I was still not horny but unsatisfied, like I needed something more or something else. I’ve never felt that before.” “That’s very interesting.” Dr. Marks scribbled a long note on his clip board. “I’m intrigued to see if this carries into next week and how you feel after this session.” “Do you think it had something to do with last week?” Jonny asked nervously. “No. I’m sure you just had an odd week. You were super turned on talking about yourself and your love of topping and it through you off for a few days. Nothing to think too much about.” “Sure. I’m sure you’re right.” “Now, did your increase libido come with an increase in masturbation as well as sexual activity?” “I seriously jerked off like four times a day.” “Is that unusual?” “I’m normally a one or two kinda guy… but this week… this week its like all I could think about was sex.” “Fascinating. What do you use for stimulation when you masturbate?” “My hand…?” “No,” Dr. Marks chuckled. “Do you look at porn? Read erotica? Just imagine things?” “Oh! I usually watch porn.” “What sort?” “Anything with a twinky bottom usually.” “And this week? The same? Anything new?” “Well… yesterday I was scrolling through Twitter and I ended up stroking to a couple of muscle jocks getting fucked.” “Interesting? Who were the tops in these videos?” “One was kinda a bear type and another was also a jock.” “And that’s unusual for you?” “Yeah. I almost exclusively watch twinks get fucked, though I’ve watched them get fucked by all sorts of guys.” “So jock bottoms is an unusual choice for you?” “Yeah… it was really hot though.” “I’m sure it was. Alright, I think that’s the whole interview portion for today. Next my assistant Max will come in and he’ll do your physical and set you up for the video then you’re done for the day. I’ll see you when you’re all finished up.” “Thanks Dr. Marks.” “Sure think Jonny. Just sit tight.” Talking with Dr. Marks had gotten him aroused again. His dick was throbbing in his jeans, and a small dark spot of precum was forming. Fuck, Jonny thought, how was he this fucking horny. A soft rap on the door broke him out of his thoughts. “Hello,” said Max as he entered the room. He was younger then Dr Marks, probably in his late twenties early thirties. He had floppy brown hair combed over to one side and a stubby chin. His eyes were bright and kind, and he gave Jonny a big reassuring smile. “I’m Max, Dr. Marks assistant.” He held out his hand, and Jonny shook it. He felt a little bolt of electricity shoot through him at Max’s touch. Max, like Dr. Marks, was wildly different from Jonny’s type but his broad shoulders and thick arm stirred something in Jonny. “So has the process here been explained to you?” Max said sitting down at the desk. “Yeah. You’re going to take some sort of stats on me?” “That’s right. Mostly some basic stuff: height, weight, blood pressure, resting heart rate. That sort of thing. Then we’ll also do some other physical measurements. We’ll measure your chest, waist, arms, legs. I’ll get an accurate measurement of your erect penis. Then I’ll do a visual inspection of your anus. I understand you’re one of our top subjects so no real measuring back there just a little look for the records. Sound good?” “Yeah… I guess. Very thorough.” “We are that.” Max laughed. “It was all covered in your consent document, so no surprises and nothing to worry about.” Jonny thought back, and realized he really hadn’t read or absorbed anything in the consent document. It was too late now though he supposed, he’d signed, been accepted to the study and taken his first payment. “So if you don’t mind, take off everything but your underwear and jump up here on this table for me.” Jonny was suddenly very aware of how hard his dick was, but then he thought he was apparently going to get his erection measured so it didn’t really matter. He stood up and stripped down to his briefs, trying to keep one hand in front of his crotch but failing miserably. “Well, it looks as if you’re ready to have your erection measured. Why don’t we just start there. If you’ll pull your briefs down.” Jonny took a deep breath, and the hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pulled them down. He didn’t know why he was nervous in front of this man. He worked hard on his body, he was proud of it, he was proud of his cock. Yet still, he felt butterflies flapping in his chest. Max moved quickly and efficiently. He had a cloth tape measure in his hand and rolled the desk chair towards Jonny. He took a soft grip of the base of Jonny’s cock and pulled the tape along it the top. Allowing the end of the tape to drape across Jonny’s mushroom head, he bent low to read the number. “Great,” he said making a note on his clip board, “Seven and five eights inches long, and...” He wrapped the tape around the base of Jonny’s now dripping dick and leaned back in. “Six and a quarter inches around, that’s… just about two inches thick.” He made more rapid notes on his clipboard. “Right, since were here, why don’t you step out of those briefs for a second and bend over the table for me.” “Uh… sure.” Jonny kicked his briefs off and set them on the exam table in front of him. He lent forward from the hips resting his arms on the paper covered table top. “Man you really are a top,” Max chuckled, “arch your back a little, you’re so clenched up I can’t see anything.” He put one hand on the small of Jonny’s back and pushed lightly. A tiny whimper escaped Jonny’s mouth and he gave into the pressure, and he clapped a hand over his mouth in surprise. If Max had noticed anything he didn’t react. He just pressed down a little more till Jonny’s chest was basically against the table and his ass was thrust out. Jonny had bent plenty of boys over into this position but he’d never been the one to assume it. He felt exposed, but also, and this scared him a little, he felt good. It felt hot. There was a man behind him looking at his exposed hole. His dick gave a little throb. Max let up the pressure on Jonny’s back and moved both of his hands to Jonny’s butt cheeks. He pulled the furry mounds of muscle apart revealing the jock’s winking pink hole. Dense hair ran down his crack, and swirled around the untouched sphincter. “Not that you can really tell from looking but that certainly seems like the hole of a total top.” Max said. His breath felt warm on Jonny’s ass, and he involuntarily bent forward just a little more hoping to feel it again. Max grinned to himself, and let out a long slow breath. Jonny sighed and closed his eyes. Max ran his finger along Jonny’s crack, swirled it around his hole and then lent back to take notes. “Alright, you can stand up and put your briefs back on now.” Jonny felt like he was coming out of a trance. He stood up shaking his head to clear the clouds away. Blinking he pulled his briefs back on, and tucked his still throbbing dick off to one side. “Right, now, for the more standard measurements.” Max had Jonny up on the table and took his pulse, and blood pressure. He listened to Jonny’s chest with a stethoscope. He used his cloth tape to take measurements of almost every part of Jonny’s body, and then took him across the hall after assuring Jonny it was critical he be weighted in his underpants to get an accurate number across the hall. Jonny stood, his dick now resting at half mast, in his underwear on a scale in the hallway. Then he moved over to the measuring stick mounted to the wall. “Amazing,” Max said, putting one hand on Jonny’s bare shoulder and leading him back into the exam room. “You’ve done great.” Max’s hand felt warm on Jonny’s flesh, and he involuntarily pressed himself into it. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll just turn this on, and then leave you to your video session then you’re all done for the day.” “Thanks man.” Jonny said, sitting down, still in his underwear, on the couch. “No problem.” Max turned the projector on, dimmed the lights, started the film. The title card appeared on the far wall, the drone low in the speakers. Immediately Jonny’s entire focus was on the film in front of him. He never even noticed Max leave and close the door. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Two.” Read the white letters on the wall. The drone swelled and Jonny’s breath almost instantly matched its pulse. The letters faded and the small white dot appeared again. It pulsed with the drone. “Welcome to week two. You’re doing so well. Focus on the dot in front of you. Yet your mind go blank. Let your vision shrink to just the dot. The dot is drawing you in, pulling you down, and opening you up all at once. Your hidden mind is opening as the dot grows in front of you. Your subconscious desires rising to the surface. A new understanding of yourself and your place in the world is growing.” The dot had started to expand. It grew till the whole was a blinding white. Then the whimpering pleading sound returned. “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” over and over it repeated. “As you fall you come to know the truth,” the soothing resonant voice said, the words filling the room and echoing inside Jonny’s head. “The truth that no matter how much you’ve tried to be in the past you are no top.” The image of a boy on his knees in a jock strap with his mouth hanging open appeared in a small dot of its own, growing till it took over the vast white expanse before it faded to another image. A wet dripping uncut cock filled the screen, then a video of a boy suspended in a sling slurping hungrily on a bear’s dick. Images came quickly. A jock with his face shoved in a man’s armpit licking. Guys on their backs being fucked. Toys sliding in and out of used holes. Men’s faces coved in cum. “You know the truth. You are bottom. You long to be fucked. You long to feel a man’s meat slide inside your hole. You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy. “Take the first step. Rub your hole, feel it pucker against your fingers. Make it wet with spit. Press them into yourself. Feel how your hole blooms open. It was made to be fucked, made to be used, made to be open. Open yourself. Give in. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” Week 3: Jonny shifted uncomfortably on the couch waiting for Dr. Marks. His heart had been pounding since he’s entered the waiting room. He was going to be expelled from the study he just knew it. When the gentle knock came at the door Jonny’s stomach dropped. He tried to muster a smile for Dr. Marks, but only managed a pained grimace. Maybe he just wouldn’t say anything about it. He really needed the money and if he didn’t complete the study… he didn’t want to think about it. It wasn’t just about the money. He didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Marks, or Max, or even Toby. “Hello Jonny. Five days already. Man, how the time flies.” Dr Marks settled himself into the chair and leaned back. He had his clip board on the desk, and sat leaning to one side to write with his legs wide apart. For the first time Jonny noticed the sizable bulge in Dr Marks pants. “Hi Dr. Marks.” “How was your week?” “It was… it was fine.” “That’s good, and how about your sex drive? Still in feeling revved up?” “Honestly yeah,” now that Dr. Marks was here he felt more relaxed. Dr. Marks was so nice, surly he’d understand. “I’ve been jerking off like crazy. Four, sometimes six times a day.” “That is a lot. You said you usual was once a day before?” “Yeah, maybe twice occasionally.” “Well, that is a marked increase. What about sexual partners? Any encounters this week?” “Just one. I didn’t… I didn’t really find myself looking for partners this week.” “That’s ok, and were you the top with this person?” “Yeah.” “How was that?” “Fine, I don’t know. It was sort of the same. He was hot, and I still got off but…” “But it didn’t fulfill you.” “Exactly.” “And what about your solo sessions, anything different besides increased frequency?” “Well… I… I hope this doesn’t hurt the study or bar me from it… I…” “Jonny the only thing that could hurt the study is if you’re not honest. There aren’t right or wrong answers.” “Ok. Well. I kept finding myself wanting to touch my… touch my hole. I’ve never done that before but…” “Go on.” “At first, like right when I got home after my last session actually I started to jerk off and my hand just sort of drifted that way. Without really thinking about it I started rubbing my hole. Then the next day I thought, what if I got my fingers wet, so I sucked on them and then started rubbing myself.” “How did that feel?” “It felt… it felt great, but still not quite what I was after. So then I got my fingers really wet and I started to try and work one inside me. It took a long time but once it was in I came immediately. In the last three days the only time I’ve cum without a finger in my butt was when I was with that guy.” “Well, that is fascinating. Thank you for your honesty Jonny. Truly, this doesn’t break the study or anything like that. In all honesty it makes it more interesting. Now did you feel satisfaction once you ejaculated with your finger inside you?” “Yeah! It felt great.” “And was it always just one finger?” “Um… well…” “Remember honesty Jonny.” “Well, no. After I got the first one in I felt this feeling of accomplishment and well I felt really sexy. But after getting off like that a couple of times, I felt like I needed more. So I… I started to work in a second one.” “This was the third day after your last visit?” “Yeah, in the evening. Then yesterday, like the fourth time I got off I decided to go for three.” “Did you enjoy it? Getting off while fingering yourself?” “Yeah. Fuck. It felt so good. I just felt so hot too. I kept pushing back, riding my fingers. It was totally wild and new. I’ve never felt anything like that.” Jonny was completely hard again. “That’s good. Thank you for telling me all of that. Now, since your practices have changed a little bit would you consent to Max giving you another quick exam. He doesn’t have to talk all the measurements again, but now that you’re engaging in anal play I’d like him to take another look at you hole if that’s alright.” “I… well yeah I guess. I’m just… wow. I was so nervous that I’d fucked up and you were going to kick me out. I just. Thank you Dr. Marks.” “No need to thank me, just keep being honest with what you’re experiencing... both here and out in the world. It does the study no good for you to deny an impulse you have because you think it will affect something here. We want real data from your real life. You have to give in to those experiences.” “Yes Doctor.” “Very good. I’ll tell Max about the changes you’ve described and he’ll be right in. You can strip down to your underwear if you like he’ll just be a minute.” With that Dr. Marks got up and left the room. The thought of waiting for Max in nothing but his underwear made Jonny both nervous and excited. In the end it was excitement that won out. He stood up and stripped off his clothes, tossing them to one side of the couch. Then he sat down in his straining briefs and waited. Max didn’t take long. Jonny had really only just sat back down when Max rapped on the door and walked in. “Well,” he said, “seem’s like ‘Mr. Never Been Topped’ has discovered the joys of fingering is that right?” Jonny blushed. “I… well…” “It’s ok, don’t be shy. I’m just giving you a little bit of a hard time. Anal stimulation can feel amazing. Anyway Dr. Marks just wants me to have a look here, and make a few notes about the condition of your hole as a base line marker.” “Base line marker?” “We take notes like this on all our subjects who engage in anal play to track any physical changes that may come from penetrative acts.” “I… oh.” Jonny hadn’t thought about what he was doing as penetrative, but of course it was. “Alright, come on over here, take those briefs off, and bend over.” Jonny did as he was told. He dropped his briefs, leaving them on the couch this time, and walked over with his cock semi hard and leaking to the table. He bent forward, this time arching his back a little bit naturally. He’d found himself arching more and more as he’d worked his fingers into himself, and it felt far less alien now. Max put a hand again in the small of his back and pushed down forcing Jonny to arch even further. When Jonny’s chest was pressed into the table and his ass presented to Max he let up the pressure and spread Jonny’s cheeks apart. Jonny’s hole winked a little and Max ran a finger along it. Still tight and pink, it hadn’t changed too much, but there was an obvious shift in how it reacted to stimulation. As soon as Max’s fingers made contact Jonny’s hole relaxed and Jonny let out a little moan. Max blew a soft stream of air across the winking pucker and watched goosebumps spread up Jonny’s back. He picked up his clip board and made a series of notes. “Perfect,” he patted Jonny on the butt cheek, “You’ve done great. Video time. Go ahead and have a seat.” Jonny’s cock was completely hard after Max’s examination, and leaking. He made no effort to cover it though, he felt sexy though he wasn’t clear why. He sat back down on the couch, still naked. “Have fun.” Max said, knowing that Jonny was already locked in to the video trance. He turned off the lights and closed the door. The drone filled the room. A title card appeared, “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Three.” When the title faded the dot appeared, and grew into the blinding void. Over the sounds of a hungry bottom begging for dick the soothing voice began. “Welcome to week three. You’re doing so well. We are all so proud of you. What a good boy you are. Feel yourself relax. Feel yourself let go. Feel your walls falling. Feel everything that’s kept you from being who you are fall away. Let it go and drift off into the void. Once you let it all go your true purpose becomes clear.” Images and videos of men being fucked and loving it start playing across the screen. “You’re a bottom. You’re a cock hungry bottom. You want to make the men around you feel good. You want to please them. You’re a pig. You’re a cock whore. You’re a cum dumpster. All you have to do is give in. All you have to do is let go. Find yourself on your true path. Jonny was too lost in the trance to realize he’d leaned back into the couch and brought his legs up. Slowly he spat into one hand, his eyes never leaving the screen, and began to rub his hole. “You need it. You need to feel your hole opening. You need to feel your hole being stretched. To feel yourself blossoming open. Give in. Fingers are no longer enough. You must push yourself, open yourself more. Jerking off isn’t enough anymore, you need to feel full. You need to feel something push past your hole. You need a dildo. Long and thick, you need to feel it inside yourself. Nothing will feel right until you do. Open yourself up on with a plastic cock, and when you do the bottom inside you will be released. Soon even the dildo won’t be enough. Give in. Week 4: “Hello Jonny.” Dr. Marks said sitting down at his desk. “Hi Doc.” Jonny was all smiled today. Something had changed. After Dr. Marks reassurances last week that following his impulses was the right thing to do Jonny felt like he was riding a near perpetual high. “You seem to be in a good mood today.” “I am. It was a… it was a really good week.” “Did you find a job?” “Oh… well no. That’s actually… that’s still on going.” “Sorry to here that. What made your week so good then? Did you find your grove again with being a top?” “Not exactly. I didn’t actually. Well I didn’t have sex with anyone this week. I hope that’s not bad.” “Like I told you last week, there is not right or wrong with this.” “Right. Well, you said to follow my impulses so. You know I just keep feeling more and more horny. Like I really can’t stop thinking about sex. I’ve started watching all sorts of new kinds of porn. Some filthy stuff, gang bangs, and cumdump stuff. And… and I’ve started watching guys who look more like me getting fucked almost exclusively. Its weird, since I’ve been here I’ve also started paying more attention to the tops. The guy getting fucked is interesting, but its not about his face its about watching the dick go into his ass and the top having fun…” Jonny paused to catch his breath. He was excited, and filled with a frantic energy. He felt like he had to get everything he’d been experiencing out or he’d burst. “Fascinating, tastes change all the time.” “Yeah of course. Its just interesting timing.” “No, it certainly is that. Now, last time you were here you had just started experimenting with fingering. Has that continued?” “Well. In a way. I guess the day after I was here last I was jerking off… more playing with myself I suppose, I wasn’t really doing much with my dick… anyway, I had three fingers in hole and it just didn’t feel like it was enough.” “What did you do.” “I got on google found a sex shop and bought a dildo.” “Really?” “Yeah!” “Something small to start?” Jonny looked a little abashed. “I guess that would have been the smart thing to do. No, I… I bought one the size of my own dick. I wanted. I wanted to know what all the guys I’d fucked had felt.” Dr. Marks consulted his paperwork, “So around seven and a half with about a six and a quarter circumference?” “Yep!” “Well, that certainly is jumping into the deep end. How did it go?” “It was really difficult at first. It took a lot of lube, and a really long time, but then all of a sudden… it just popped inside me. It felt like some kinda damn burst and it just slid right in. I sank all the way down to the bottom and just sat there.” “What day was this?” “Tuesday, they day after my last session.” “Right, your last session was just on Monday. You’re on a truncated turn around this week as it would have had you here on a Friday to do the full turn around. Wow, so in just three days really you’ve started playing with anal toys.” “It was… this will sound odd. It felt like this need. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been interested in putting anything in my ass before and then… this week… I just felt like I needed to.” “How did you feel one you got the dildo in the first time.” “Fucking amazing. It was so good. I just bounced up and down on it till all of a sudden I came all over myself.” “You experienced a spontaneous ejaculation from anal stimulation?” Dr. Marks shifted in his chair. Jonny’s eyes landed on the Doctor’s crotch. Was it his imagination or was Dr. Marks hard? “I guess that’s what you could call it.” “Was that your only one this week?” “No… I… I’ve had two more. One a day. But I’ve been riding that dildo like crazy. I can’t get enough of it. I spent two hours riding it this morning before jerking off to come here.” “Good, that’s very good. I’m really impressed Jonny. You’re doing so well.” “Thank you Doctor.” “Alright. So, just like last week because you’ve integrated another sexual habit into your life I’d like to have Max do an exam really quick before your film. Sound good?” “Absolutely.” “Alright, go ahead and strip off and Max will be right with you.” Jonny didn’t hesitate this time. As soon as the door closed behind Dr. Marks he was up and tearing off his clothes. He sat back down, this week not in a pair of straining briefs, but a tight white bike jock. He relished the feeling of his bare cheeks against the couch, and resisted the urge to slip and hand under himself and feel his hole. “Hey Jonny,” Max said, knocking and opening the door at the same time. “How are, oh…” he caught a sight of Jonny in his new jockstrap that he had also bought at the sex shop. “Well. This is a switch up from the briefs. You don’t even have to take them off for this exam. Come on over, I think you know the drill now.” Jonny got up and practically flopped forward onto the table. He didn’t need any encouragement to arch his back this time. He lay forward and pushed his ass back towards Max. “Perfect,” Max said. “You’re learning.” “Thank you.” Jonny said, looking over his shoulder. “You like being bent over like that don’t you? It feels good.” “Yeah… it… it makes me feel sexy.” “That’s good. Lean into that feeling. Alright. I’m going to just take a look here, and then I’m going to do a little manual stimulation of your hole to see how it… and you… respond.” “Alright!” Max repeated the same process he had before of spreading Jonny’s cheeks, running his fingers over his hole, and blowing lightly. Jonny whimpered as Max’s fingers pressed against his now pink and slightly puffy hole. “You’re doing great. Just relax.” Max took his finger and slicked it with lube. He ran his finger along Jonny’s hole, rubbing at the pink lips. Jonny groaned and pushed his ass back. Very slowly Max slid a finger inside of Jonny’s desperate ass. The near virgin hole was tight, and it took a moment for Max to be able to press his finger full in. Despite what sounded like a whirlwind seventy-two hours of dildo riding, Jonny was still a novice and his hole clenched as Max’s digit invaded. Jonny however, didn’t seem pained, or distressed, in face he was moaning into his arms and Max twisted his finger around. “Good,” Max said knowing not to push Jonny too far. “That’s just perfect. Alright,” he withdrew his finger. “That’s all the information I need for today.” “Oh, uh… great.” Jonny said a little sadly still bent over the exam table. “You can take a seat and I’ll start the video.” “Ok.” There it was, Max watched it happen in Jonny’s eyes. It was like a switch was clicked on in his mind. His eyes lost focus for a second and then he spun to sit on the couch staring at the wall laser focused. Max grinned, and clicked play. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Four,” flashed on the wall before being over taken by the dot, then the void. The drone resonated in Jonny’s skull, and the whimpering of a desperate bottom filled his ears. Images of men in slings, tied up, fucked, and bred flashed before him on the screen. Videos of cock sliding into holes dripping with cum, wrecked asses being stretched with massive toys, gaped cunts winking back at the camera played in rapid succession as the voice echoed throughout the room. “Good job boy. Welcome back. You’re doing an amazing job. You’re giving in. You’re finding yourself. The fact that you’ve made it here just shows that we were right all along. You are a hungry bottom. You’re starting to admit it to your conscious self.” Jonny’s legs were already in the air, his ass exposed, and his mouth hanging slack. With his eyes locked on the images in front of him he spat into his hand and started to work three fingers into his hole. “Fingers aren’t enough now. Soon the dildo wont be either. You know what you need. You know what you need to do to take the final step. You need to be fucked. You need to be bred. Once you feel a man cum inside you there will be no going back, and you want that. You want to let go. You want to become the pig that you are. You want to be a good boy. You want to make men happy. To make them feel good. You want to feel them inside you. You want them use you. You want to be open and used. You want to be wrecked, gaped. You want to be the best cum pig you can. Give in. Let yourself go. Give in.” Week 5: “What?” Jonny said. He realized suddenly he hadn’t been listening to anything Dr. Marks had said. In truth his eyes had been locked on the bulge in Dr. Marks’ pants. “I asked how your week was.” Dr. Marks repeated. He shifted back in the chair causing his pants to bunch tighter around his crotch. Jonny felt his mouth go dry. “It was good.” “Still feeling an elevation in sex drive?” “God yes. I’m so damn horny. I just… I cant get enough. It never seems to go away. I have this. Its like a primal desire that I can’t get met.” “What have you been doing to try to ‘meet’ it” “Well after I left here last week I spent most of the night riding that dildo. I tried it in every position and eventually got a myself to cum again. But after that… well I tried all day the next day, Saturday, and it felt good… it felt amazing really, but I just couldn’t get off. I must have had that dildo in me most of the day. So I… I went back to the sex store.” “You did? What did you get?” “I got another dildo… bigger this time, and something I saw online. A… a butt plug. The dildo hitting against my prostate just feels so good that I wanted to be able to feel it all the time, and I thought having the plug would do that for me.” “And does it.” “Kind of. Its really intense but it does feel good. I tried that out first. Like right when I got home. I ran into my room stripped off and lubed it up.” “Completely naked?” “No, actually, I’ve been wearing jockstraps mostly now, so I just leave it on when I play with my hole.” “Do you get your penis out usually?” “I…” Jonny paused, he hadn’t thought about it, but he hadn’t been. Since his last session he hadn’t touched his cock hardly at all. It had all been about his ass. “No, actually. Its just been…” “About your hole.” “Yeah.” “Very interesting. Alright, so Sunday you went to sex shop again, two days after our last session.” “Right.” “You’ve got it home, and you can’t wait to try it out, so you strip down to a jock and…” Dr Marks rocked in his chair a little. Jonny’s eyes flicked down to his crotch. He was definitely hard. Jonny found it momentarily hard to concentrate knowing that there was an erect dick in such close proximity to him. He paused, shook his head a little and went on. “Well, I lubed it up, and sat on it. It took forever to get in. I just kept bouncing up and down feeling myself slowly open up, till all of a sudden, the base just shot into me. It was crazy. I started to cum, like big slow shots of cum bit I wasn’t even hard. My whole jock was soaked and my body was shaking. I just lay there on the ground for like an hour with the plug still inside me. It felt so fucking good.” “What did you do when you too the plug out?” “I ended up riding it again till I forced another load out.” “This is a very interesting development.” Dr. Marks adjusted his obvious bulge. “What about the dildo you purchased, did you end up using that?” “Not till the next day. I ended up playing with my plug most of the day Sunday. The on Monday I decided to try and take on my new dildo.” “How big is this one?” “Its nine inches long and two and a half in diameter.” “That is certainly not a beginner dildo either.” “No, I saw it and… I needed it. I probably spent too much money on it but… I don’t know it was too good.” “Understandable, carry on.” “Well, Monday after playing with the plug for a bit I switched to the dildo. I ended up riding it for almost three hours before I punched a load out of myself. It took a little longer but I managed to the same thing yesterday. Then before bed…” “Before bed what?” “I got this urge to put my plug back in. So I lubed it up and sat down hard on it. I lodged it as far as it would go in my ass and went to sleep like that.” “You slept plugged? All night?” “I wouldn’t say it was a great night sleep but… yeah.” “Fascinating. Now when you’ve been engaging in all of this anal play, what have you been thinking about?” “Thinking about?” “Yes. Have you been fantasizing? Or watching porn?” “Some of both.” “What kind of porn?” “A lot of toy play porn, and some dom sub stuff, a little light bondage.” “Is that out of the norm?” “Yeah it’s a pretty big shift.” Jonny laughed a little. “And when you were fantasizing?” “Well… um…” “Go on.” “Well… for the first time in my life I was thinking about… I was thinking about getting fucked.” “Interesting. Just in the abstract as something you’d want to try or…” “About getting fucked. I kept wondering how different it would feel if one of my dildos was a real dick. What would it be like to have a guy cum in me? It was all I could think about. Yesterday after I came I scooped all of the cum I could out of my jock and smeared it on my dildo before fucking myself again with it.” “How do you feel about your changing interests?” “I feel… a little unnerved, like what’s brought this on, why now? Being a top’s been my identity for so long, but also… it all just feels so good. Why should it matter? Maybe I never was a top. Maybe I always was a…” “A what?” “A bottom. Maybe I’m actually a bottom.” “How does that make you feel?” “Sexy, and horny.” “Very good. So listen Jonny, today was meant to be our last session; however, given your recent journey I would like to offer you a place in our long term study. It will mean weekly sessions for the next three months, at four hundred dollars a session. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” “God yes!” “Great. I will tell them to cue up the next video in your track really quick and I will be right back. I always do the week four physical so if you want to strip off we can do that in just a moment.” Jonny’s heart started pounding at those words. He’d been prepared for a physical but had assumed it would be Max. Now it was Dr. Marks. He shifted awkwardly on the couch. He hadn’t told Dr. Marks the last part of his overnight plug session… he’d never taken it out. He still had a big silicone plug stuffed inside his ass. He took a deep breath and stood up. He’d wanted Max to see it, to impress Max with its size, why shouldn’t he want Dr. Marks to see it too. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and waited. A few moments later Dr. Marks came back in. “One of your new jocks I see. Very nice. Well you can keep it on for now I think, most of the focus of our exam is going to be on the rear. Go ahead and get comfy bent over the table please.” Dr. Marks, crossed and sat down in the desk chair and Jonny bent over the exam table. He was a natural now, his back arched high and his ass presented outward. He leaned his arms and chest on the table, looking back over his shoulder. Dr. Marks hadn’t noticed yet, he was reading something on his clip board. After another beat he turned and saw Jonny’s plugged ass. “Is that your new plug?” “Yeah,” Jonny grinned wiggling his ass a little. “Did you put it in before coming here?” “Not exactly. I never took it out after last night.” “I see, very impressive, but I have to ask… why?” “Why?” “Why did you wear your plug here?” “I… I wanted Max to see it.” “You wanted Max to see it. Did you think anything else would happen?” “I… uh…” “Did you want Max to fuck you?” “I…” “Remember, honesty.” “Yes. I wanted Max to fuck me.” “Just Max? Is he the only man you’re interested in?” “No…” “No?” “No! I just… I need fucked so bad. Dr. Marks I think it’s the only thing that will help me. Its all I think about. I’m so fucking horny all the time, but nothing makes it stop. I need to fucked. I don’t understand it but I need to feel a man inside me. I need to be fucked. I need to be…” “Need to be what?” “I need to be bred. I need a man’s load inside me.” “Good boy.” “What?” “Doesn’t it feel better to admit that?” “Yes.” “I think its time you take the plunge and say goodbye to pretending to be a top.” “The plunge?” “Yes boy, where I take this plug out of your hole and give you the breeding you’re so desperately craving.” “Oh please! Dr Marks! Fuck me! Breed me! Use me!” Jonny’s rational mind was gone. He was consumed with lust. All he wanted in the entire world was to finally feel what it was like to be fucked and bred. He watched over his shoulder as Dr. Marks stood up out of the chair and took off his sport coat. His arms bulged under the thin material of his button down and Jonny noticed his prominent nipples sticking out for the first time. The Doctor took his time unbuttoning his shirt revealing a thick pelt of hair spreading across his chest and down his stomach. He cast off the shirt, then removed his shoes followed by his belt. He made a show of undoing the first button of his pants. Jonny’s mouth was watering. Dr. Marks slid his trousers off and presented himself in his own straining jock to Jonny. “Is this what you need boy?” He said grabbing at his crotch and shaking the bulging pouch of his jock. “Yes! Holy shit yes! Please… please Dr. Marks, fuck me.” “As you wish boy.” Dr. Marks dropped his jock and allowed his girthy cock to spring up. It slapped him just under the belly button leaving a big smear of precum in the dense hair. Jonny gasped. “Please,” he pleaded. He felt high, his mind was swimming in a fog. The only clear thought was that he needed to be fucked. Dr. Marks walked over to where Jonny was bent over and grabbed hold of the massive plug. He gave it a tug, and Jonny moaned. The boy was a slave to his hole now. Dr. Marks pulled a little harder, watching Jonny’s ass lips cling to the narrow shaft. He released it again. Then pulled one more time. Slowly, very slowly Jonny’s hole opened up, sliding along the slick plastic of the plug till the knot was almost out. Then suddenly the plug rocketed back into Dr. Marks’ hand, and Jonny’s hold gaped around the toy’s narrow tip. Dr. Marks had read the reports Max had made on Jonny’s hole. It had made fast progress following the hypno sessions, but this past week had been the ticket. For a long moment after the plug flopped out Jonny’s lips hung open, spasming. The boy made no attempt to clamp down or close his gaping hole, he just stayed there in front of Dr. Marks hungrily wigging his ass. “Beautiful,” he said, running a spit slicked finger around Jonny’s ass lips. “Are you ready for your first cock?” “Please… please… fuck me… I need it so bad…” “Good boy.” Dr. Marks dropped a big wad of spit on the fat head of his dick, rubbed it down the shaft and then lined up his cock. He grabbed Jonny by the hips and pressed forward. There was the briefest moment of resistance before he slid into the velvety almost virginal guts before him. They both moaned. In the back of his mind Jonny heard a voice, a deep resonant voice saying, “You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy.” “I want to be a good boy,” Jonny moaned, in little more than a whisper. “You are a good boy, you’re a very good boy. You’ve got my whole cock inside you now.” “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” Jonny said, repeating unconsciously the words he’d heard so often now. “You know what you are now don’t you?” Dr. Marks pulled his cock out till just the tip was inside Jonny’s quivering hole. “Yes.” “What are you?” He slammed his cock back in. “A bottom.” “What are you?” Another rough thrust of his cock.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “What are you?” Slam. “A pig.” Another rough slam of Dr. Marks’ cock. “A cock whore.” Slam. “A cum dumpster.” “Good boy. Your hole feels so good around my cock. You’re going to make lots of men very happy.” “Please… use my hole. Breed me.” Dr. Marks drove his cock into Jonny’s hole over and over. His fingers dug into the flesh of Jonny’s hips as he dragged the boy back into his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, and the stench of sweat started to swirl. Dr. Marks was growling, as he railed his latest experiment. He hammered roughly into Jonny’s hole. Getting a boy over the last hurdle took a little brute force. You had to truly fuck the top out of them. He bent low and grunted into Jonny’s ear, “I’m going to breed your fucking hole boy.” “Fuck! Yes please! Breed me! Fill me! Use me!” “Take my fucking load you bottom slut!” With that Dr. Marks buried his cock to the root inside of Jonny, breaking past his second hole and began to flood his guts. Jonny moaned, his own load dribbling out of his cock as his hole spasmed. They were both shaking as their orgasms subsisted. Slowly Dr. Marks withdrew his cock, and Jonny slumped against the exam table. “Thank you Doctor,” Jonny planted. “How do you feel Jonny?” “I feel amazing.” “And what about what you just said? How do you feel about that?” “I feel good. It felt… it felt right.” “Which part, be specific.” “I’m a… I’m a bottom, I always was, but its more than that… I’m not just a bottom, its not just that I like to be fucked. I need to be fucked. I’m a... I’m a cock hungry bottom, a cum dump, a cock whore.” “Good. Now I’m going to tell you something very important and then I have to ask you an equally important question. You didn’t come to this on your own.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we may have released something inside you, or we may have changed something in your mind I’m not really sure, but the point is we made you into a cock hungry bottom. The videos you’ve been watching every week have actually been hypnosis sessions. Something you might have picked up on had you read the consent form a little more closely. But, that is why you’ve been so horny, why you were suddenly interested in anal, why you bought those toys. Its why you came here begging to be fucked. So, the question is, knowing that… do you care? Does that change how you feel about what’s just happened or who you are?” Jonny thought for a moment. He looked the still naked Dr. Marks up and down. He took in the the cock that had just bred him, still slick with cum and ass juice. He felt the slickness in his crack, the cum in his jock. “No. I don’t care how it happened. This is the most important moment of my life. I’ve found my true purpose.” “So even knowing what I’ve just told you, you still think you’re a bottom.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “Good boy.” “I love it when you say that.” “I know. Now, you have two choices. You can sit down and I’ll start the hypno video for your next session…” “More hyno… what else…” “You may have taken your first load my boy, but there is much more depravity to be found within you. So you can sit down and start your next session or…” “Or…” “I can have Max and Toby each come in here and pump a load in you before you go under.” Jonny wanted Max there was no question about that, but Toby. He was a twink, the kind of guy he would have been fucking a month ago. Then he realized that didn’t matter. If Toby had a hard dick Jonny wanted it inside him. “Dicks first, then hypno,” Jonny said grinning. “I thought you might say that. Bend back over then, and I’ll let them in.” --- “Welcome to Week One of Bottom Boy Training. You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’ve given in. You finally understand the truth, and now you know there is no going back. You are a bottom, a cock hungry bottom, a pig, a cock whore, a cum dump. Your hole is full of cum right now and that is how it should be. That’s how you need it to be. You need cock. You need to be bred to get off. Your own cock isn’t of any use, isn’t of any interest. Ignore it. “Play with your hole. Stretch yourself out. Make yourself gape. Your hole is made for use. You want to be ready for any man or any size. Relax, let yourself fall deeper. Deeper into your own depravity. Deeper into your own lust. Deeper into your own destruction.”

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. 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. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

This is inexcusable. When more advanced sexual acts/kinks are being considered (anything dealing with "forced" acts, for instance), there is absolutely a requirement for a "negotiation" prior to the meetup. Corporal anything beyond fucking/sucking simply must be agreed upon by both parties, and before any action takes place. 1. You may not know if the other guy has any experience in the arts of B/d, S/m, and you don't want to find out the hard way. The Leather Ethic* has always forbidden un-negotiated acts that can be dangerous. 2. In the event you're feeling like getting fucked, it's doubly important, since that would be assuming the submissive role, and might be misinterpreted by some asshole that you're ok with whatever he does. That is never ok, and that guy is one to avoid. I've posted elsewhere on BZ how to conduct a negotiation (which, btw, is the Top's responsibility), how to protect yourself, etc. 3. Insecure men who don't understand (or care to) that this is a serious consideration can wind up dead. It used to happen a couple times a year back in Chicago. 4. Don't let one p.o.s. wannabe Dom wreck your Lusts - thankfully, there aren't all that many guys like your example around. It's Saturday - go out tonight and fuck/get fucked as much as you can hold, and try to overcome this regrettable event. It's not your fault; don't stew about it. Just know that there are ignorant, wannabe poseurs out there, and be careful. Good luck !! *ask the googler about the Gay Leather Ethic, if you're unfamiliar: the first and most important concept is "never do intentional, physical harm to another person". Or, look up the older posts here about it.

My husbands ass

I love this bottom, anyone know who it is? [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/21-yo-party-bottom/

I am hornier now at 46, than when I was 16

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.

This latest is great. I love the way we know intuitively what's happening, even before we hear from the doctor.

I don’t like drinking piss myself but I’ve had a few bottoms drink mine. To me it’s an extremely intimate thing - I don’t see it in the same degrading way as most of you do. It’s a very emotionally gratifying feeling to gently hold someone’s head while he drinks from my cock after draining my balls, then laying in bed together thinking about how he has swallowed literally every drop of liquid my cock is capable of producing.

I would love to hear from other's about how you got started sucking cock. And what your preferences are. In my pre-teen years I experimented once sucking 1 time didn't know what I was doing. Got married at 19 became a father at 21 didn't even think about another's man's cock since. Into my mid to late 40s started having erectile problems. Found myself getting hard to gay porn and sex stories. Now as far as that goes still read or watch gay porn. I let one man try to suck me it done nothing. Eventually I was looking at this from a submissive bottom side. 2 to 3 years ago I found myself finally on my knees serving other men. My preferences is black cocks, I'm least likely to run into someone that might be in same circles of friends. I been sucking the same one for almost a year now. Although I have sucked others once or twice. Lately been having thoughts on having anal sex too.

in my ass every time. no exceptions.

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Dirty fucking pig heaven!

Part 2B: I am definitely not a bottom Giving Samir his first breeding was satisfying. Vincent felt like he was back in the game. He had his regular fill of hookups from the gym and bar and he was content. At least till he has that itch to break in another boy. Samir had been asking for his load ever since and he gladly gave it. It is not that he is getting bored with him. Samir is a handsome boy and definitely a keeper, but Vincent just need a bit more "challenge". "Hey pretty cocksucker. Miss you babe." His phone rang as a text message from Rahim comes in. "Ah, my Arab stallion fuckboy is back in town." Vincent grinds. Vincent met Rahim a two years ago and they had been hooking up ever since. Rahim travels between the west and east coast for work so sometimes they don't meet for months. Rahim is an Egyptian descendant. In contrast with the light skin boyish look of Samir, Rahim has that North African Arab exotic tan and a chiseled square jawline that he adorn with a short chin curtain. He has a buzz cut and an athletic body since he is a professional kickboxer. Vincent was instantly hooked when Rahim first messaged him. Rahim had tried hard to fuck Vincent since the first time, but to no avail, so he settled for the next best thing, Vincent's throat. And Vincent happily complied with it every time. He loved the feeling when Rahim grabbed a handful of his hair and pumped his throat with that thick cut cock. He leaks like a faucet and Vincent always had a mouthful of precum before he was rewarded with the cream at the end. The first time he was on all fours taking the throat pounding so hard tears were streaming down his face and saliva coated his chin and pecs. Rahim just finished practice that night and Vincent was drunk on musky ball sweat and he loves every second of it till this day. Rahim grew more comfortable over time also. The first time they met he barely talked. He just needed to unload and Vincent's throat was there. He would have railed that asian boy hard if Vincent wasn't so recalcitrant. He immediately blocked Vincent after their hookup and convinced himself that he was not gay, but that boy's throat was better than any chicks he had. A few months later, he was so drunk and horny after a failed attempts to hook up with a few chicks at the club. He just won a big game and he wanted to celebrate. Then he remembered someone who worshipped his cock like it was godsent. The asian boy was worth the trouble. His throat milked Rahim well, and he even cradled and licked his sweaty nutsacks like it was the sweetest candy he ever tasted. "Maybe I ll keep this fag as a backup plan." Rahim thought. And so it went on the third and fourth time. Whenever Rahim couldn't get a chick, he knew there is always a fleshlight to dump his load in. There was period that he didn't even bother to find a girl since they are too demanding. Why waste time and drinks if he can just go out with his buddies to celebrate and then use a fag later. What he did not expect was two months ago when during a throat fucking session, Vincent asked for a favour. "Hey. Can I lick your ass?" Vincent spoke when he took a brief break from deep throating. Rahim had to blink twice and looked down at the cocksucker still working his pole. He always keep his ass squeaky clean, but also he just came from practice and he knows it was sweaty. "You wanna do what now?" Rahim raised his eyebrow. "Just wanna make you feel good. We have hooked up more than a dozen times already. I know you always keep it clean down there. And you are not the hairiest Arab I met. It really turns me on." Vincent spoke in between each throating. "And I think you'll like it too." Rahim entertained the idea. He knew this fag worship every inch of his body, but he didn't expect him to ask such a thing. He chuckled to himself. "Alright, but don't you dare try anything else." "Nah. I m here to make you feel good only." Vincent said as he raised Rahim's leg and dove in. Rahim didn't like it. He loved it. It was tickling at first, then became more enjoyable, especially when Vincent tongue went deep. Soon he was leaking precum more than usual and it ran everywhere on his stomach as Vincent stroked his cock while eating him out. They tried many positions where Rahim squatted on Vincent's face, or when they were both on all fours and Rahim grabbed Vincent's hair and shoved his face into his ass. He finally unloaded inside Vincent's mouth as usual, but this time with Vincent's finger rubbing on his hole to mimic the tonguing feeling. It was wild and he could not get it out of his mind for days. He had to travel a month for another fight and it drove him nuts. All the girls he met would laugh at the idea or get angry at him for even suggesting it. And so he could not wait to see his personal fag again. The time finally came. Rahim just got back after a night of partying hard with his boys. He drank a bit more than usual and also quite high. It is gonna be great to end the night on a high note with that handsome fag serving him. Vincent came in and immediately got down to business. Five minutes into the cocksucking and Rahim already asked. "You are gonna eat my ass again?" "Fuck yeah, stud. Glad I pleased you last time." Vincent grinned and got to work. Rahim grunted deeply as the tonguing went on for ten minutes. "Go deeper slut." He demanded. "Sorry, bro. That's the deepest I can reach... Unless you want me to try a finger." He said gingerly. Rahim pondered the thought. "This is gay as fuck, but this bitch seems to know what he is doing." He nodded. Vincent asked for some lube and carefully slid in his finger, just a bit of the knuckle. He saw Rahim winces and quickly goes to work on his cock. It gives enough distraction as he can feel the flow of precum returns. Rahim relaxes his hole eventually and bit by bit Vincent went deeper, until he found the prostate and pressed lightly on it. Rahim's eye opens wide with a surge of pleasure and his dick responses with a big drop of precum that Vincent laps up happily. "Fuuuck. What are you doing? It feels good." Rahim said hoarsely. "Pleasing you, stud. Told ya bro. Your pleasure is my priority." He quickly answered and resumed the sucking and prostate massaging. The alcohol and weed are working wonder with the prostate stimulation while Vincent tease out Rahim with a slow blowjob, bringing him on the edge but never near enough to release. "Fuck dude. I want more." Rahim asks when Vincent pulled out his finger. "How can I help? What you want me to do?" Vincent asks innocently. "I don't know. Something more with that spot that you were rubbing. You are gay. Don't you know some way?" "Well. I do. But it s quite intimate. So you gotta trust me then." Vincent places Rahim's legs on his shoulders and lean in close to his face. "I don't care. Make me feel good." Rahim said in a slurred voice. Vincent was waiting for that and lines his cock to the loosen hole. He presses forward ever so gently. His small size allows him to not freak the Arab stud out. The last thing he wants is to get a punch from this champion. Rahim's cock is more than 20 cm long and with some flexibility, Vincent was able to suck the tip as he entering Rahim. "Arggh. What the fuck are you doing fag? Take it out of me." Rahim managed to utter in his intoxicated state. "Argh, uhmm." His thought was disrupted by the cocksucking that turns him on again. Vincent let it go on for two minutes before he stops to speak. He can also feel Rahim's hole opens enough for his cock to reach the prostate. "I am sorry. Am I hurting you? I just wanna make you feel good." With that he pushes in past the prostate and angled it to make sure it gets a good pressure on the spot. Rahim was speechless with the pleasure. "I should stop?" Vincent asks with a concerning voice as he grinds a few time against the spot. "FUCK NO. It... I just... I don't know." Rahim could not think straight. "Ok. Then two minutes if you don't like it I ll stop." Vincent said as he starts to slide in and out. And Rahim could not protest much but moaning and leaking precum. "So I'll stop?" He asks again and was answered with a pleading moan and Rahim's hands grabbing his hips, motioning him to rock back and forth. That was all the clue he needs. Vincent pounded away and Rahim just lays there and moans and grunts. When he was close, Vincent bends down and bring his face closes to Rahim. Their lips briefly touch to Rahim's surprise and Vincent pounded hard to unload deep in Rahim. It causes the Arab stud to spill his own load. He screams as his first anal orgasm as the cum shoots everywhere onto both of their abs. Vincent could see a drop of tear from Rahim. He held the stud tight as they came down from the orgasm. Vincent's dick eventually softens and dislodges, leaving the freshly broken hole oozing with cum. "What... What the fuck did we do man?" Rahim croaked. "We fucked, stud. I fucked you."

never.i only regret the cocks I haven't sucked. sucking your fathers cock is the holy grail for cocksucking faggots with no shame.also he has a great cock and very sweet cum

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

just back from barebacking a 24yo asian slim bottom, smooth as silk, all night last night until after dawn. started 1on1 (and other 'fun') and then moved to a mates house so there were two tops and two bottoms The last hour and half the other top and I fucked the two bottoms raw, swapping from one to the other But for me, that hot asian 24yo bum, is just pure fucking heaven.

have updated your story; and will repost it and say its the FULL & COMPLETE version: "I want to give you my AIDS, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT, he'd appeared just a couple of weeks ago, geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, he was hot, but obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. This looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, not just to get pozzed, to get AIDS fucked deep into my guts. Still neg after taking several loads I knew were high VL and a bunch of anon loads, this was my chance to get the infection I craved. There was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high VL AIDS top, would taking an AIDS load mean certain infection? I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. 5 minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio, I made it in 3 minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock, it was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed, the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole, I getting AIDS virus on me! "You want my AIDS, disease, you want that?" "Yes, yes, give it to me, spread your AIDS!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected 3 men that I know off, you'll be number 4, you want that, you want my AIDS?" "Yes, yes, please, give it to me, infect me now, please infect me, give your AIDS babies!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, one more faggot lusting to die from AIDS, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and whined into my ear. "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one AIDS infected fucker, spreading it!" A warm flood filled my guts as he spewed his filth . I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, sobbing and whining, pumping his vile AIDS cum into me. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I started crying, I had just gotten AIDS fucked, hopefully bred and super infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burn, was I bleeding? If I was, the super virus had a straight shot at my bloodstream. Had he just infected me with HIV, would I get his AIDS? My demons hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks, was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding, no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over him and swallowed his still hard cock, more cum, ass juice, no taste of blood. He was ready very quickly, he flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and bit my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. I moaned and pushed my ass at him as he mounted me again. This time he slid in with no trace of burn, my neg ass well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in again, stroking deep, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for demon infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your AIDS, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me fulla death cum, give me your demons and AIDS!" He slammed in hard, humped me deep and moaned. "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna breed you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you and kill you! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my AIDS juice, yeah, you gonna die from this fuck!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep, I could feel his cock pulse and hot demon semen squirt out into my guts, more toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. demon seed. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my AIDS, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my AIDS! One guy already died from my AIDS, you're next!" I lay back breathing hard, asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts, I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with his demon seed.. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of his dirty cum and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts, so far, I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with AIDS before I left? My cock would not go down. He moaned and pushed me off his cock, I lay back and smiled, feeling cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to die from that fuck." "I do, I wanted death cum in my butt, I want AIDS in me, as much as I can get. I want to die from your AIDS babies." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while, my doctor is poz himself and knows my evil desires and told me if I cum in somebody, I'll should try to infect them. My doc supports me and is totally ok with that." I realized I was, I no longer had any doubt that the devil needed me to get AIDS. "Yes, I am. I want you to transfer the devil's bug into my body, I want you to infect me with HIV, I want to die from your AIDS." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me for evil. " "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again, but follow the rules" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me, until you test poz for AIDS?" Then no meds! You can go to my private doctor and he'll help us in our quest. "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your AIDS, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night, I finally waddled home about 4, asshole raw, bleeding and leaking scum. In the next 2 weeks he screwed me brutally at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz, another dicksucker successfully infected with AIDS. Right after I got the news, my AIDS daddy texted me, another guy he infected 2 years ago had successfully died from AIDS. And I shot my load and told him that I intend to die also in 3 years, after spreading it. Reply Report Edit

This morning I had planned to hookup with a nasty leather master. I was clean and ready to serve. I'm a nasty cumpig and didn't want to waste a perfectly clean hole so I went hunting online. A guy I had met at a couple parties but never fucked around with told me he wanted to tear up my ass. He has a very thick nine inch cock attached to a nice furry body. Two emails later he was knocking on the door. He pulled out his dick and pushed me to my knees. After I sucked his dick into a raging beast he bent me over the sofa and starting eating my furry ass. He stood up and I could feel the thick head of his monster pressing against my pucker. He told I had better take a hit of poppers then he spit on his dick. I told him he was gonna need more than spit. He ignored me and I hit the poppers. I was just starting to feel the rush when he stabbed all nine inches into me in one violent push. My hole was burning but he pushed my head into the cushion and pounded me until his breathing became ragged and I felt the unmistakable sensation of a huge load filling my guts. After the first load he kept his still rock-hard cock in me. After he regained some control he started drilling my ass again. I was ecstatic to think I was gonna take two loads from this stud. He fucked my ass longer this time then asked if I was ready for another dirty load. I just bit the cushion and moaned. His cock swelled and I could feel it pulsing as more hot jets of spunk filled my ass. He pulled out and told me to clean his dick. I savored the taste of cum and ass juice on his cock as I tongue-cleaned his cock. Amazingly he started to get hard again and told me he was ready for round three. Back over the couch I bent and he slammed his dick back into my wet cummy manhole. He drained his nuts into me again. I dutifully cleaned his cock again, he dressed and left. I love making friends.

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.