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PART ONE I was meeting my girlfriend for a dinner date on the other side of town, so I had to pretty much dash straight from work in an uber. A dash I didn't need to make as it turned out as she texted me shortly after I arrived saying that she'd be late. I sat at the table and started drinking the glass of wine I'd ordered on arrival. There were a pair of gentlemen on the table next to me who smiled warmly towards me as I looked around the restaurant as I marked time. It had been a pretty frustrating day at work so it didn't take too long before I ordered a second glass. I'd barely taken a sip when I got another text message saying that she was held up at work, was gonna have to cancel and that she'd catch up with me on the weekend. "Fuck", I muttered under my breath as I put my phone on the table. "Tonight not going as you expected?" one of the guys asked. "You could say that." "Well, you're welcome to join the two of us for dinner if you'd like. We were just about to order, and you've certainly had enough time to check the menu!" he replied. Why not? I might as well eat while I was there. I moved my chair & glass across as the waiter took my cutlery across. "I'm Ron, and this is my husband Damian." I must've looked shocked as they introduced themselves. "Is us being gay an issue for you?" "Oh God no, & I'm sorry if it looked like I did. It just never registered with me that the two of you were gay. I'm Josh by the way." The three of us shook hands. "No, we're not the "usual" gay guys." Damian replied, laughing. They both looked to be in their 50s to 60 and in pretty good shape. "Have you two been together long?" "About 30 years, in fact tonight's our anniversary!" "Oh God, I'm so sorry to be imposing. I'll leave you to it." "Not at all, in fact we thought it might've been fate that you sat next to us." They held each other's hand as Damian said this. "You look exactly like our son, we lost him a few years ago." It made sense given I'd only just turned 24. "I'm very sorry to hear that and I certainly hope that we can have an enjoyable night tonight then." "I won't get too crazy!" Ron replied. "I'm the one that drove here." The next couple of hours flew by in a blur of food & wine. They were the nicest guys, asking me lots of questions about my background, family & everything but whenever I tried to ask them anything about themselves, they quickly turned the subject around to me. I got to my feet to head to the bathroom & immediately stumbled. "Let's get you home!" Ron laughed. When I replied that I lived on the other side of town, they said that they lived pretty close by & that I could leave in the morning. Sounded pretty good to me. We got to their place pretty quickly, I sat in the back of the car while Damian & Ron were in the front, chatting & laughing. "Here we are, home sweet home!" I'd never been inside a gay couple's house before but it didn't seem to different to most places. Damian went to use the bathroom while Ron handed me a big glass of water. I drank half of it quickly in the hope of warding off a hangover as he watched. I saw a bunch of photos of the two of them with a much younger man who must've been their son. I could trace his deterioration through the years in the photos even in my drunken state. "This must be your son?" I asked Ron with a mumble. Everything was getting a little hazy. "Yes, that's Josh. He was such a giving young man and loved his daddies so much." I saw a photo of him with the two of them, standing proudly in his school uniform while the two of them flanked him, he looked about 15 or so. "You don't have any younger photos of him?" "Oh no," I heard a voice from the doorway. "That was around the time we first met him." "Met him? What?" I wondered as I turned toward the door. I caught a glimpse of Damian dressed totally in black leather before I passed out. END OF PART ONE

Started prep six weeks ago and for some reason this week I really decided to go all out and breed as many boys as I could. I'm into young college age muscle jocks and twinks. From Sun night to Sat night I seeded 8 different guys with a total of 16 loads. Picked one up at a bar, a couple were regular fuck boys, met some on Grindr and two were seeded at the local bathhouse. 21 yr old muscled black college boy: 5 loads (spent two nights with me) 20 yr old half asian/half white college boy: 2 loads 24 yr old fuckbudy: 3 loads on two separate days 31 yr old twink Asian boy (regular): 1 load (first time I ever seeded him...) 21 yr old white jock: 1 load 24 yr old Philipino nurse: 2 loads Bathouse slim latino laying on fuck bench: 1 load Anon ass fucked through GH at bathhouse: 1 load Hottest was the slim latino at the bathhouse. I watched him taking a load from a guy and then I got in line and seeded his cummy hole when the top was through with him. First time I had the nerve to do that.

So I’ve written about this young man that I’ve been sucking off for a month. He’s perfect, handsome, and his loads taste great. A couple of weeks ago he asked if I would be willing to let him fuck me. I’ve never done that and was quite nervous and needed to figure out how to properly clean etc. I was very apprehensive about making a mess and embarrassing myself. well I’ve been practicing cleaning and getting my fiber intake correct and watching what I eat and today was the day. He topped me and it was the most exhilarating experience I’ve had. He fucked me for 45 min and was slow and gentle to begin with then I asked him to pick up the pace and get aggressive. I’ve never felt this way before and it was perfect. I’m so glad he was my first. He shot a big cum load into me and then fell onto me with all his weight. It was heaven on earth. This young man made an older daddy so very happy. I just wanted to share. I’m still loaded up 🙂

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'Sub male wanted for full time slave. Must willing to submit to ABSOLUTELY anything this Master will require, want and demand. Status, age, ethnicity, looks, are unimportant. Must be completely submissive and have no other commitments and willing to relocate permanently' He read the message again. He already knew it by heart but, it still excited him. He'd responded to the ad almost five weeks ago and had a reply within just a few hours. The Master had asked many questions about him. Was he HIV positive or have any STDs? No. Was he a total submissive? Yes. Did he have anyone that would miss him, family or friends he was close to? No. How old was he? 22. What was his weight? 11 stone. How tall was he? 5ft 10". What experience of BDSM and CBT did he have? Very little, just getting his arse smacked really. Was he cut? No. There were numerous other questions but, he'd forgotten most of them except; I would modify you, you understand that you would have no choice on what I would do to you once you submit to me and once you give yourself to me, it is forever, no going back? Yes, I understand. This last statement made his cock, already semi hard jump to attention. Fully erect it began to leak precum. Now he stood at the entrance to a farmhouse somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It had taken most of a day to get here. A bus, a train, a taxi and an hour walk. He was shaking, partly with the cold but mostly in nervous anticipation. His cock was leaking again. This place really was in the middle of nowhere. He been instructed by the Master where be dropped by the taxi, presumably so nobody would know where he'd gone if anyone ever looked for him. Not that they would. He'd only really been casually acquainted with a few work colleagues but, he told them he was going travelling so didn't have any forwarding address. He approached the farm house and as instructed entered through the unlocked front door and closed it behind him. He undressed, also and previously instructed. The house was large, with large rooms and high ceilings. It was pleasantly warm on his bare skin. A large wooden door was slightly ajar and now, completely naked, he pushed open the door and entered a large lounge. A tall man stood with his back to an open fire. "You actually came boy, I'm surprised. A few have said they were willing but have never arrived. Turn around, let me look at you" He had been told prior to coming that he was longer to use his given name. He was to forget that name and his life before as it would now be irrelevant. He would be called "Boy" or, when referred to as "It" He turned around letting his new master peruse his body. He felt very self conscious, embarrassed, nervous and even a little afraid. The Master stepped closer, to within a few inches of him. The Master looked slightly overweight. He had very short cropped hair and a short neat beard. He reached a hand forward and cupped it under his chin, staring into his eyes and observing his features. He ran a hand down to the boys crutch, cupping his testicles and caressing them gently before making and approving grunt. "Turn round and bend over" This made the boys cock jerk which was noticed by the Master. "Have to do something about that" He said, which made the boys cock jump even more enthusiastically. "Pull you cheeks apart" The boy did as he was told. Another approving grunt. After the inspection he was shown to a bedroom with an en suite bathroom and told to clean himself properly inside and out. There was a douch attached to a shower hose specifically for the purpose. The douch was small in diameter and he was able to easily slide it inside himself to achieve the required result. Next he used the soap to cleanse his exterior. As instructed he had already removed all hair from his body and head before arrival. He loved the clean feeling of being devoid of any hair. It felt very sexy and even more naked than with hair. After showering he dried himself and went back into the bedroom. The Master was waiting for him with an envelope in his hand. He handed it to the boy. "You must read it properly and fully understand its contents before signing it. Take your time as once you sign it, it's understood that you are bound by it. If there is anything you don't understand speak to me. The boy wasn't expecting a contract, which this obviously was but he nodded his head and said "Yes Sir" There was nothing in the paperwork that they hadn't already discussed. It was very detailed but easily understood. The only thing he was unsure of was whether to sign it in his former, given name. When asked, the Master had said yes and that it was the last time that name would ever be used. He signed it. The Master took the letter and the boy to follow him. They went into an adjacent room and Master placed the envelope in an old steel safe. He turned "Your mine now. You may come regret that, infact I guarantee you will at times but, so be it. You have sealed your destiny now. Come let's start your indoctrination. He was led into yet another room. In the middle of the room was a wooden bench. It was about eight feet in length and five feet across. In the centre of the bench was a hole. Around the room were various slings leather straps, whips and other sex toys. "On the bench face face down. Put your cock and balls through the hole" The boy did as he was told convinced the Master would perform some sexual act on him that would make cum. He hadn't masterbated for almost a week in anticipation of what was to come today. The Master tied the boys hands to two leather straps on each side of the bench and his legs, at the ankles to the bottom corners of the bench so that his legs were spread far apart, almost painfully at full stretch. His fully erect cock, which was hanging through the hole, was then secured to the underside of the bench, very tightly with another strap. Something was then secured around his scrotum above his testicles. It was very tight. He could feel the master doing something else with the item securing his scrotum but didn't know what. Suddenly it was clear what he'd been doing as a very heavy weight was released and his scrotum and testicles were stretched to, what felt like, their limit. The boy cried out as the heavy weight swung to and frow taking his balls with it. "I'm going to fuck you now boy. Going to consummate our relationship. When I give you my seed you will be mine forever. You will be pregnant and carry my babies, my poz babies. They will infect every cell in your body and you will become part of me" The boys cock was dripping copious amounts of precum now. He was so turned on. This is what he had wanted so badly. "Yes Sir please Sir, make me yours" "Remember what we said boy, no lube to make sure I impregnate you" "Yes Sir" The Master removed all his clothes. For first time the boy saw his Masters huge engorged cock. It was at least 10 inched long and thick, thicker than he'd taken before. He was very hairy. A complete opposite of his own smooth shaven, slim torso. The boys balls ached from heavy weights that seemed to be tearing from his body but he feared the pain of being fucked by this cock, without lube, as much as having his balls torn from him. He could feel the master position himself behind him now. His hairy body on his own smooth back. His cock head being pressed against his hole. Without any mercy the Master forced himself inside the boy, tearing at his sphincter and soft internal flesh of his hole. In 22 years the boy had never felt such pain. The Master fucked him hard, having no regard for pain he was causing. The boy had felt so full of cock. As painful as it was he didn't want it to stop. More than anything in the world he wanted this man's sperm, his poz sperm inside him. As the Master continued to fuck him his arse became more accustomed to his girth. After about 15 minutes of violent fucking the Master cried out as he pumped a huge load of thick poz cum into the boy "Now your mine, forever" The Master withdrew his cock from the boys arse and presented it to the boys mouth to cleaned. The boy noticed blood on the shaft as he took it greedily into his mouth. His Masters sperm would be swimming in his hole now. Finding the fissures and abrasions caused by the vigorous fucking. Swimming and forcing their way into his bloodstream and circulating around his body, eventually infiltrating and corrupting every cell in his body. ****To be continued *****

I saw the silhouette towards the doorway of the sauna's darkroom. The man moved quietly around the walls, feeling his way through the darkness... finally reaching me. He stopped and hesitantly started feeling my ass through the tiny towel wrapped around it. A substantial ass, I'm not a thin person, quite the opposite. But my ass is not just for show, it's actually pretty muscular and I love squeezing the cum out of hot cocks buried deep inside me. He came a bit closer and I could feel his hard cock through the layers of cloth, he pressed it towards my ass crack... and he was feeling me up, his hands came around my hips and onto the worthless chem-cock. Yeah, I had taken three thick lines of MMC3, also known as "kat", and my reaction, besides getting really horny, was for my dick to shrivel up - I am a total bottom when having snorted kat. His hand cupped my tiny cock, and squeezed... I hissed and pushed backwards a bit, feeling his hardness on my ass... "Chem-dick?" he whispered in my ear. "M-hm" I nodded in the dark. I could feel his whole body pressed against my back. The other hand moved onto my round and nice tummy and up to my chest. I could feel him breathing harder in my ear, as he found my (extremely sensitive and hard) nipple. Flicking it a bit to make sure it was hard, he squeezed the nipple between his thumb and index. I moaned a little bit - it's so fucking cool to be high and have a guy handle your nipple with one hand and squeeze your balls and dick in the other all the while he's pressing up against you from behind... god I needed to get fucked. I loosened up my towel and let it slide to the floor, kicking it to the wall so I'd find it again. He sighed and let his hands roam over my body, back to my ass cheeks, squeezing them, and feeling them up. I could feel his fingers getting closer to my hole, his fingertips moving over the well lubed hole now. He hummed in my ear and opened up my hole just ever so slightly, and I couldn't resist showing him how I can suck it in, pulsating it onto his fingers. He let go of his towel, his cock sliding into my ass crack. He played with my crack a bit, holding my ass cheeks apart and rubbing his cock against me. My ass is very clean and very well shaved. He kept close to me and suddenly let me go, leaning a bit backwards - I could hear the snick of a lid being twisted of a little bottle, and the huffing while he was poppering himself up - I could almost feel his nice big cock pulsating in time of the breaths - he then put the bottle under my nose and I hit it twice in every nostril - god I love poppers!!! He put the lid back on and re-hung the bottle around his neck - pushing his cock downwards, in between my legs, letting it get a bit lubed up by my hole's lube. "Yesss" I could hear him hiss. I pushed my ass back a little to let him know he could mount me. "Bare?" he whispered? "Fuck me" I whispered back. His hands moved down to my hips and his cock stopped right on my hole. He pressed into me as I opened myself up to let him enter. "Oh... god" he moaned as he pushed his cock down to the balls in one stroke. I bit my lips, he wasn't small, probably around 20 cm. of meat. He stayed there for a few seconds - and then slowly started to move in and out. How I love a man that can use his cock - even though it's big. He slowly picked up the pace, with long strokes, all the way out to his quite large cock head, and back in balls deep... his hands moved away from my hips and went up to my tits, squeezing them and then concentrating on using my nipples, pulling and squeezing them. That's usually a good way to make me cum, but the kat has a strange effect on me, I won't cum easily - however, his cock hitting my prostate and him using my nipples made me flow of cock juice, I could both feel it and smell it, almost like pissing. After pounding me for a couple of minutes, he took a small brake - his cock still moving inside me - but him huffing more poppers, deep hits, and I could smell the whole room filling up with aroma. As he offered to me again, which I gladly accepted, I could feel another man coming straight towards us, feeling his way along the wall. He stopped in front of me, feeling my body up and the guy behind me - I could feel his hands behind my balls, feeling the cock sliding into me. Then cupping my dripping wet cock. My first man started to pick up his pace again. The second man quickly got to his knees, licking my balls and sucking on my tiny worthless chem-dick like a tit. He engulfed both balls and dick with his mouth, warming them up and swallowing whatever he got, humming happily. Time for my ass to work harder. As guy number one was pounding me hard, I started to squeeze his cock. I could hear him gasp, and now his balls were slapping hard against my ass with every stroke of his cock. I wanted my reward, needed cum in me - deep in me. He lasted about 30 seconds with me working on his cock. I am very good at what I do 🙂 While keeping up the pace he leaned forward and asked "inside?" - "Hell yeah", that's where I want all cum. The second guy overheard that and moved his mouth action to behind my balls and First guy started to cum in me - fucking it in with hard strokes, but of course some of it overflowing - right in the second guys mouth. Fuck yeah, I really needed that. Hard cum inside me and some soft mouth sucking at the same time 🙂 First guy slid out of me slowly, allowing for the second guy to lick his shaft. He took his towel and then left with a squeeze on my ass cheek. The second guy pressed his nose to my ass, licked up some excess and then left as quietly as he came in. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my cummy ass and wet cock, waited a while and then left for my little room I'd rented, where I still had at least five lines left that I could snarf. I could see some guys in the area, but no-one I would recognise from the dark-room silhouettes. I got into my room and took off my towel again, feeling my asshole and thinking about how much more dick I could take tonight. I took out my little baggie of kat crystals, and used my driver's license to crush and cut a couple of fat lines for me on the bed. As I bent over with my straw to enjoy my lines, I heard the door open - Shit! I'd forgot to lock the door. A young staff member was standing in the door-way, looking at my nice set-up - dressed as all staff members in bathing suit and tank top. "Sorry", he said, "I thought it was empty here" - and then "you know, we have a no-drug policy here".

Me: Black Bear, 46yr, Salt and pepper hair, & bald Partner/Pig: White bear, 53yr, Gray, & Bald Normally I don't write or post about the experience with my partner, with respect to our relationship. But I think our latest experience is an exception to that rule. We haven’t been to the bathhouse together since before COVID, and had been avoiding going due to the risk till this weekend. With the holiday upon us, we decided to have an evening of debauchery there. Before leaving, I had my Piggy Partner put on his chain collar and cock cage. He presented his cage for me to lock it, and then kneeled for me to put his collar on. And then we were off. When we got there we had to wait for a room to come available. But we began the evening in the hot tub, where he began to massage my legs and back. As I had been at the gym earlier doing my Leg Day exercises. Which felt so good. (What I hadn’t noticed until later was my Pig, always walking behind me in deference to my Dominant position on this outing. He even informed me that they were looking on with envy of the situation.) We sat in the sauna for a bit, and then tried the steam room and couldn’t find a seat. So we checked out the dark area. By this time our room finally became available. After securing our stuff, we revisited the steam room and finally got a seat across from some guys enjoying a blowjob. My Pig reached over to feel my dick hardening, he then leaned over and began to blow me. At this point a crowd seemed to be forming around us and the other couple. Among these was a Latin guy who seemed very interested in us and quickly offered his uncut cock. Which I motioned for my Pig to start sucking. The Latin started making out with me, and then motioned for us to go have 3some. I checked for consent from Pig, who agreed. We returned to our room, where the Latin guy (who spoke little English) laid down on the bed, and My Pig returned to sucking him off. I climb on to his chest and trapped him under me. And offered him to start sucking me off. We stayed like this for a few minutes, but things shifted, as he wanted to fuck. I quickly found myself on all four with the Latin guy positioning me. Which quickly became a struggle to get him to slow down on entering me, as I don’t get to bottom as often as I like to. (Generally I get it from my Pig when I don’t have it in a cage.) Finally got them in properly, and he began to rough power fuck me. Before I had taken a break. He motioned My Pig into position on top of me, and he then began to fuck My Pig, in the same way (I said to my My Pig. “See why I said Slow down”). But soon he wanted my ass again. Rolling me onto my back and placing my legs on his shoulders, he re-entered me, and fuck away. This was better but still rough. My Pig leaned down and kissed me, and supportively as this assault on my hole continued. Soon the Latin guy slowed to a stop. I wasn’t certain if he had come in me, but he was done. He thanked us and left. My pig laid down next to me and snuggled me. I whispered to him, “ How were enjoying watching me get fucked?” He replied, “It’s hot, but I enjoy it more watching you fuck,” before kissing me again. After a little time to recover and enjoy our snuggle, we split up to wander around to see what we could find and enjoy. Before long I found him at the glory hole walkway, and positioned myself to receive another of his delightfully skilled blowjobs. Watching the happenings around us before reaching a point, I patted him on the head with a smile for his good service. And continuing on. It was likely 20 minutes later I found My Pig again, lying in the communal sling in the Dark area. Once there, I rubbed his feet and then his hole, which was eager to get fucked. Which I did, but the sling was set for someone much shorter than me. So this dance we were having with each other was to continue on as our evening connected. Before we returned to our room and snuggled again. This time with the door open and My Pig’s ass on full display for all those passing by. As we lay there, My Pig began to lick and nibble at my nipples. Soon I was hard and lightly stroked myself, as guys walked by. Before long, the Latin guy came back by, and entered. In his limited english, he asked if I could fuck him. I agreed and my My Pig shifted out of the way, and he climbed atop me and straddled me. Before sitting himself on my cock, and began to fuck himself and stroking along the way. My pig is rubbing my legs. This was a very different experience from earlier, as I know the disadvantage that can happen for a bottom, when dealing with an unaware top. He soon let out a moan and stopped as I noticed some white at the end of cock in the low light. ( A response that I know other bottoms have had when I’ve been in the right space to stay hard for the fuck.) He thanked us and left. I had yet to climax. My pig closed the door and returned to snuggle. As we laid there, this experience we just had thinking. Before long I asked My Pig to come with me and help with me trying to fuck some one else again, but with more support. I led My Pig to this bottom’s (Latin also) room I had noticed earlier, whose ass had this nice hairiness to it. I climbed on top of the bottom and began to enter him, as I pulled My pig to start nibbling roughly on my nipples. The Bottom quickly began to moan and say “Yes” as I fucked his hole. Sweat was forming and dripping from me. The Bottom was moaning more as he enjoyed this fuck. I was growing closer to climaxing. Another guy entered the room and said “let me eat the load out of you when you're done.” A few moments later I finally released the load that I had into the Bottom. As the new guy told him to clamp down. I slid out as he moved to eat the load of him. I slipped off to the shower and then returned to the room. Before snuggling some more with My Pig. I soon felt sleepy. So I slapped his ass, and told him to go out and get a few loads in that ass. He laughed and left. I dozed for a while. I have no idea how much time had passed before My Pig returned, and joined me on the bed. He confirmed that he got a load, so we fell asleep together. Sometime later we woke up, and My Pig began to sniff at my pits, and run his hands across my nipples again. I responded back with some of the rough play that I know he likes. As this back and forth continued between us, it just heightened the desire that exists between us. I glanced at the mirror in the room, and then said to him, “I know how much you like watching me fuck. Especially when the one I’m fucking is you. This time you can do that in the mirror, while others can watch from the door.” We opened the door to the room, and My Pig rolled onto his side, as I entered his loaded hole, to remind him of who owns that hole, and how has fucked it more often than anyone. I don’t know how much time had passed, before I felt what I thought was my Pigs hand on my chest. I opened my eyes from the blissed-out fuck to see a (latin Bear) in the room and asking to getting fucked too. We tried to form a train, but it didn’t work. He exited and I returned to fucking My Pig, His moan of pleasure of watching himself get fucked filled my ears again, as I fell into the bliss of fucking. Before once more another hand was once again at my nipple teasing it. Another (latin) man was there admiring us, before leaving. The sweat just dripped off me. My Pig shifted and opened his mouth, catching my sweat as it dripped off me into his mouth. Once I was slipping into bliss. Before once more I was suddenly aware of someone standing in the room who praised us, and smiled. I blinked and panted as they did, then he left as well. I turned to my My Pig and said, it’s nice to get the attention, but it's getting in the way. I shifted my foot and closed the door, and returned to fucking, and blissing out. Soon it became clear to me this wasn’t a fuck to ruin his hole, or to have the massive climax. This was a fuck to enjoy the experience of feeling, motion, and heat of each other. To be lost in that bliss of the moment and the connection we have for each other. The sweat just flowed off me as I soon filled his hole with my second load of the evening. And the love I feel for him, in the most physical way I could, and that I haven’t had with anyone else in my life. Love ya Piggy.

First person to fuck me was my father & his friends. You can’t beat incest dad/son.

Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

Part 41 on the 31st.

Y'all are making me sad... I'm a fan of the furry types here.

1. Yes 2. That's normal. When you first had sex with a woman, I bet that was all you could think of for a week, too... 3. PrEP is extremely reliable if you take it regularly. Do get tested for other STIs, as it does not protect from those and you do want to treat them promptly if you happen to contract them. Also get vaccines for the ones you can. There are several good topics in the PrEP forum that give details on all that. 4. There's no reason you can't have a relationship with a woman and keep taking cock if she's down with that, and (at least in the US where I am) that's probably easier now than it has been at any other time in the last century. I was in a relationship with a woman for 28 years and took dick the whole time, though sex between her and I stopped about 5 years in. She knew from day one.

Choosing a good piercer makes a difference, and experience is important. Mine was trained by a yogi in India. I went back to her for my guiche as well, and she didn’t just pick a spot on my taint and jab a needle - she had a method for ermaking sure she got the right spot. She took a swab and poked along the line of my perineum until she hit a spot that made my anus contract involuntarily. ”There it is,” she said, and marked it with a pen. That’s where she put the guiche, where it would trigger when touched. She’s a professional. Now, even a pro can’t make your body accept it really doesn’t like - she did my nipples also, and my nipples did not take to being pierced at all, never healed properly, and I finally had to take the hardware out and let them close. When she examined them afterward, with an experienced eye, she said, “Yeah, I could redo them, but it probably wouldn’t do any good - some just don’t take to it.” Pity. I liked them that way. If you do go for an ampallang or an apadravya, be very, very sure. Both are a serious commitment. They can take up to a year to fully heal, and are not for the impatient, or anyone looking for ‘quick and easy’. If you’re planning on Topping with one, it’s going to set your fucking schedule back considerably.

A week or so ago Was in Birmingham UK for an exhibition and decided I wanted to breed. Went to a sauna -I was early so no very optimistic Huge venue with only a few of us in (nearly empty car park) Went in to the underground dark room and fucked a couple of guys but didn't cum. Went on to Grindr and there was an Arab guy who's profile title was "Already go 3 loads in me - want to add yours?" He had photos including a face shot which was unbelievably hot (most guys are a bit more shy) , and a picture of a bubble butt in a jock - he was late 20's - under half my age. I messaged asking him if he wanted a load now - yes came the reply instantly. We met in the changing room and we went to a cubical (shame as I would had rather fucked him in the sling room - more chance of other tops joining in). He dropped to his knees and stated to suck I pulled him on to my thick Daddy dick and positioned him so that I could skull fuck him with him not being able to escape - he fucking loved it. I reached of his back and wormed a couple of fingers in him - he was loose as fuck and reeked of the other tops cum. For me this is the greatest aphrodisiac. I pulled hom to his feet and pushed him over the bed , crouched down and got my tongue up him so I could taste the loads in him. This got me so horny that my cock was absolutely rigid. I'm not a small dicked guy and I normally need to work it in so that the bottom can adjust , but with all that spunk in him when I started to push there was no resistance - so I went up up in 1 push. His hole was just to warm and wet that I grabbed his jock and pulled him on to me to get extra penetration. I am a stocky bear , properly twice his weigh so I pushed him down on to the bed , holding him in a good position for me , holding him with my weight pumping him till I sprayed my thick 5 day load of Daddy cum deep in his ass and laid on to of him till he's absorbed it. I pulled out and wandered off leaving him collapsed on the bed - hopefully for another top to enjoy him as I had.

That’s a classic and one of my favorites - getting head while enjoying a great cigar!

With a pigs cunt hole pressed up against a glory hole it is my purpose to anonymously slide deep into his wet and warm breeding zone for an anon fuck with a no pull out deep breeding. No questions. No talk. Just a man on man pump and dump! 💦💦💦

First time I visited a bathhouse. Got picked up by a German guy who took me back to his hotel, stripped me, tied my wrists to the bed, fed me poppers, and gently pushed his cockhead inside my hole. Once he was in, I huffed the poppers through my mouth and held my breath until I almost blacked out, then exhaled as he shoved it in balls deep. He dropped 3 loads in me, then I cleaned him off. Nothing said about condoms or safe words.

This happened just a few moments ago. I am bisexual. In a long term relationship with a woman. She doesn’t know that I’m bi. I’ve conned her into pegging me a few times, but nothing as satisfying as real cock. She went to bed at about 845 tonight. I’ve been incredibly horny lately, so I jumped online to see what’s out there. After about 30 seconds, I get a chat from a guy I used to fuck semi-regularly. Saying he would love to catch up again. I told him that I’m keen to, we just need to find a time when one of us can host (he’s married too). He said he can get out whenever, he’s got an on call job now, so can sneak out whenever. I told him that my wife had just gone to sleep and I was just browsing. I got a message. “ I can be there in 10”. I thought, I can’t do this, my front door is right next to the master bedroom... at the same time, the idea of being fucked, had me hard as a rock. I replied to him, “I can leave the front door open, but be quiet. We can play in the lounge”. We have always played safe, so I told him to bring a condom. I snuck out to my car to get my poppers and a bottle of lube, that I keep for when I travel for work. 😉 I sit on the couch waiting to hear the front door click open. My heart is racing, as another man walks past my marital bedroom, to come fuck me in my house while my wife is home! He comes into the living area and wastes no time in stripping down to nothing. He sits on the couch and I drop down between his legs. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. I forgot how great his cock is. 7 inch, super thick and uncut. I suck him, only for a few minutes until he pulls me aside and stands up, he pushes me into the couch, leaning over the back with my asshole in the air for him. He runs his tongue up and down, getting my hole ready for his cock. As he is rimming me, I hear him open the condom and slide it on. He pulls away, puts a tiny drop of lube on my hole and presses his head against it. He slowly eases himself into me. He knows he’s got a thick cock and takes the first couple of strokes slow. Once I had adjusted to him inside me, he pulls out and sits back down on the couch. He asked me to ride him and kiss him passionately. I sat on his lap and slowly eased down onto his cock. I lean into him and he starts nibbling on my neck. He knows it’s one of my most erogenous zones. As I’m riding him, he pulls out and rips the condom off, grabs the poppers and shoved them under my nose. As I took a big huff, he pulled me back, so his cock was just pressing against my hole. He pulled me straight back onto his cock. For the first time, after dozens of fucks, he was inside me, bareback. I leaned in to kiss him as I was loving his raw cock inside me. As I did, he slapped my ass and told me that I’m going to take his load deep tonight. I rode him for what felt like forever, until he pushed my off and laid me on my back on the chaise. He put my legs over his shoulders and slid his raw pre cum covered cock back inside me. I couldn’t take much more. After just a few thrusts, I started to cum. This is where it gets really hot! I’ve never had this happen before, but after I had cum, I had a huge load too, he pulled out, scooped up every drop he could and coated his cock with it. He started to fuck me with my own cum as lube. After a few minutes, got as deep as he could and I felt him unload a huge load deep inside me. As he got re dressed, he told me that next time, there won’t be any condoms or lube just real raw fucking. It’s long, I know, I’m sorry. But, I think that was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had!

I'm 68,been sucking cock since I'm 18. I just started fucking bare. Took a load about 6 months ago . All I think about is having my ass fucked bare. I met a guy on bbrt , he is on prep. Hi cock is huge. Beer can huge. He fucked me 3 times in 2 weeks..he never asked about cumming on my ass just did. I love sucking cock, but now I need to fuck . He is going to line up a few guys. He said he wants to make me into the cum dump that I am . The feeling of his cum, leaking out of me is so hot. I am married, retired and we play during the day. I go home with cum dripping out my ass. 2 more days until we meet up again.

Yes, it means you are not ‘straight’, as far as that label describes an exclusive sexual orientation. But not to worry - almost no one actually is. Scientific research on human sexuality since the 1970s has fairly conclusively established that human sexual orientation is not a set of polar opposites, but rather a continuous spectrum, with all persons having some greater or lesser degree of same-sex affinity, which is influenced additionally by cultural factors. In other words, under certain circumstances, most people might find themselves naturally attracted at least in some small way to a person of the same gender. That doesn’t suddenly mean they can no longer have a heterosexual relationship. Many people are perfectly happy to consider themselves bisexual. (There are some gays who insist that anyone who says he’s bi is just in denial about his gayness, but as a bisexual person I assure you that is untrue. I have taken more than a thousand cocks up my ass, but I like ladies just fine.) If you find women attractive, sexy and fuckable, then there is no reason it would be “too late”. The one consideration, however, is that unless you find a female partner who is agreeable to you also having sexual contact with men, you may have to make a choice between your desires. We face choices in our lives all the time when we must select one thing over another because we cannot have everything we want. You may have to choose if you cannot find a way to enjoy both. But discovering that you take pleasure in being fucked by men does not automatically close the door forever for you on a relationship with a woman. If I were to find just the right woman to be in my life (it would have to be a singularly remarkable person) then I could happily turn my back on sex with men. I wish you good fortune in your self-exploration.

I’m sure the degree to which a person’s piercing becomes ‘a part of him’ varies from person to person, and has much to do with the reason he got it to begin with. A piercing isn’t like a tattoo - they can be removed, and holes in flesh generally heal closed in time, so it’s easier to leave a piercing behind you than a tattoo you regret. I guess I’ve had my ampallang almost 15 years now, and can count the number of times the hardware’s been out on the fingers of one hand - and some of those were just to change up to another gauge. I didn’t get it as a novelty, or on a whim, or because I was horny, or impaired, or for sexual purpose; I chose it after consideration, for its symbology. The ampallang has its origins among the men of Borneo, who will wear a bone through the head a their cock as symbol of their ability to provide for a family, and I take my role as a father both seriously and as an honor. I will never remove my metal, because I will never stop protecting those I love. I have two earrings in my left ear that I have worn for just as long, and which also never come out - each represents one of my children. So, for me, my piercings are definitely a part of me. But for others, they may be nothing more than accessories, just a momentary flash of bling, or a decision made under the influence. They’re not for eveyone.

Sliding my bare cock and shooting my load into a disembodied man cunt feels too damn good to refuse and pulling out is never an option. I don't even ask if a bottom wants me to wrap up, I just go in bare every time.

Drew gave me my Christmas present this morning. I opened it and it was a new regulation jockstrap. Well, not quite new since he’d been wearing it to break it in for me. He insisted I strip and put it on. Like the good daddy I am, I put it on. I got an immediate erection putting it on. Drew led me to the couch and made me kneel on it with my legs spread and my hole on show. He got to his knees, put his hand on my cheeks and buried his face in my crack. Not just that but I could feel his tongue penetrating my chute. Those of you who have read my previous posts will know that eating ass is not one of Drew’s favourite things. I love having a tongue in my hole so it was a big deal for him to service me that way. He took his time and he ate me out for nearly an hour. He was still eating me when someone rang the doorbell. Drew answered it naked. It was Dwayne, his buddy. Drew had arranged for him to come over. Drew got his face back between my cheeks and resumed eating me out. Out the corner of my eye I saw Dwayne getting undressed. He stood behind Drew and soon I felt Drew’s tongue coming out my hole and a hard cock entering me. It was Dwayne. He went balls deep inside me. I fucking shuddered, it felt so good. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes then shot his load up my arse He pulled out and Drew forced his cock balls deep inside me. He asked “how are you liking your Christmas present Dad?” I grunted “fucking great son - shoot your load in me” Drew took another few minutes and shot his load deep in my guts. It felt amazing to have both boys’ loads in me. It wasn’t over yet. Drew told me that my present from Dwayne (apart from his load) was for me to seed his arse. I pumped Dwayne and drained my nuts up his hole. I sat back exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. Eating out my arse (and breeding me) was the best Christmas present Drew has ever given me. I’m afraid all he got from me was a new iPhone. Still, he’ll get a load from me tonight and tomorrow morning.

Bareback only for me. I love doing ass-to-mouth and condoms taste bad.

Pre-Xmas party on Friday. Invitation from two buds. Both older bottoms like me. They had advertised a "fuck Daddy" party and leading up to the party the response was much higher than they had expected. I was more than happy to share the "burden" 😉 Eventually of the 13 guys who had responded only 8 showed up. Age range from 20s to 50s. I had a blast! Much needed multi-fuck. 20s guy with a big fat whopper seemed to have a preference for my ass. Luckily already had a load in my ass before he shoved his cock in. A sexy guy in his 40s liked me too. They had a party in my ass and mouth hehe! I love a spit roast! But others took a turn too. 20s guy pumped a big load in and returned later for seconds. 40s guy nailed me really good but preferred to shoot on my face and in my mouth. Ended up with 4 loads in my ass and one in my mouth. Fun time! Friends were happy and so was I. Let's do this again! 😉

Xmas Eve: just got back from the sauna. Was kinda quiet but sometimes that pays off... I had hopes for having fun with a guy who had a scorpion tattoo on his back just above his butt... but it wasn't to be. Instead I got cruised by a really nice rugby build guy - muscular but with soft edges. We started off upstairs in one sling and then the other, which was more comfortable for him as it was less high. We switched locations and fucked in the gym, the darkroom, and the jacuzzi-spa. I'm not quiet when getting railed, so we drew a small crowd each time. He had tons of stamina and I was glad of a short break each time we switched locations. Since it was getting close to closing time (7pm since it was xmas eve) we went upstairs to the sling again for a grand finale. After he finished (second load from him) I stayed in the sling for a while hoping others who hadn't dropped their loads already might want to do so before closing. Put the towel over my face so I couldn't see and stayed a while to see what happens. Not long before I felt probing fingers and then a cock. Decided not to peek and let things happen... it could have been any one of about five or six guys who were left. Whoever it was didn't last long, which I was grateful for as the previous guy had been unrelenting and I was a bit sore. Now I'm home and looking back it is very horny thought that I'll never know who that was. Anon can mean just not knowing who they are but not seeing them at all is a whole new level and one I plan to revisit.

****Part 2**** The Master, pleased with how the boy had cleaned his cock extracted it from the boys mouth. It was time to move on to the second stage of its indoctrination. He walked over to a tall metal cabinet which sat against a wall between a sling suspended from the ceiling and number of large steel rings fixed into the wall. The boy watched as the Master opened a drawer in the cabinet and removed a stainless steel kidney bowl, the type surgeons used in operating theatres. The boy began to feel a little nervous but it was the next object he saw taken from another drawer that sent his heart racing. He had worked on a farm during the summer holidays when he'd been at school, mostly in dairies but , he'd seen various procedures being carried out at other locations on the farm. He immediately recognised a burdizzo, a device for castrating young male calves. The boy began to sweat and shake with fear. He was totally at this man's mercy, completely secured on the table. His scrotum stretched with his testicles pulled away from his body. The Master walked across to him with the burdizzo. He noticed small yellow rubber bands on the jaws of the device and he knew his emasculation was imminent. Fear took over his body and he began shaking uncontrollably but, conversely his cock became fully erect in the strap that held in firmly on the underside of the bench. It swelled so much in the tight strap that it hurt. Something in his brain knew that this was the last time the body would have a chance to reproduce itself. Pressure grew to an astronomical level in his loins and his body tried to pull his testicles up towards his body but, the weights attached to his scrotum restrained them. Suddenly his body involuntary convulsed and he orgasmed, ejeculating a huge stream of sperm onto the cold tiled floor. He had cum violently, but his body in one last final vein attempt to fertilise something made him orgasm for a second time. There was much less seed produced this time but, almost everything that had remained in his testicles was pumped out through his cock. The boy lay on the bench now, completely spent. Under him was a pool of seminal fluid. Some of his sperm were still swimming in what was a wasted effort to impregnate something that wasn't there. Soon they would be dead, as was any chance of the boys reproduction. The Master looked at the boys pathetic effort and smirked. He hoped the boy had enjoyed his last proper orgasm. He reached under the bench. The weights had stretched the boys sack enough that he was able to grab a handful of the boys sack between his body and his balls. He tugged down hard and then manoeuvred the burdizzo over its testicles and as high up on his scrotum as he could, releasing the rubber band where the skin of the scrotum met with the boys body. The boy groaned and whimpered and said "No, please" but then remained silent, any hope of keeping himself intact gone. The Master reloaded the burdizzo and slid the tool over the boy balls again. This time he released the rubber band close the his testicles. The boy noticed that the Master had become fully erect again. The skin of his cock so taught it could barely cope with the strain. The Master went behind him and mounted him again. This time though he'd prepared its hole with a copious amount of lube, he'd inserted two fingers in his arse covered with the cold slimy fluid. The Master made sure the soft tissue inside the boys rectum was liberally coated before retracting his fingers, which were now coated with lube, a little blood and previously donated sperm. He had hopefully impregnated the boy on his first attempt, now this fuck was purely for his own pleasure. The tight wet, hot walls of its arse felt wonderful on his cock. There would be no rush to cum, he could fuck him as long and hard as wanted. Meanwhile the boy was enjoying being fucked alot more than than first fuck but his testicles were throbbing like he was being continuously kicked in the balls. Under the bench his balls were slowly turning blue, dying from the lack of blood supply. The Master was fucking it hard now, pumping his cock in and out of the boy. It could feel his Masters balls slapping against his arse with every thrust. Sweat was dripping on him from his Masters body. The fuck lasted over twenty minutes before he finally felt him sink his member deep into his guts and unload his seed, coating his soft, yielding, hot internal flesh. The Master was spent now. He collapsed onto its back, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. It was glad the Master had finished. Everytime he had moved in or out it had made weights attached to his balls swing and cause, now, severe pain. The Master pulled his cock out of its arse. He made his way over to and armchair facing the boy and collapsed. He needed to rest for a few a while and recover. The next stage would need his full concentration so as to ensure the finished result was satisfactory. It lay whimpering for a few hours wishing he was somewhere else. What was he thinking surrendering himself to this sadist. He had been so turned on by the fantasy of being dominated for so long that any reality had long since departed his mind. That reality had returned now. The Master had left him in this poor state for at least a couple hours. He was glad when he finally returned. The Master examined its now dead testicles and scrotum. He made his way to the metal cabinet and opened another drawer. He slid open the drawer and removed a tool that was sealed in a sterile plastic bag. It was a scalpel combined with a filament that sealed a wound with very high heat to stop bleeding. He plugged the tool into a nearby socket and waited for the filament to heat to the required temperature. The boys eyes were wide with fear and he was shaking visibly. "Oh god please no" The Master replied "Your balls are dead and must be removed. I won't lie this will hurt, alot. But it's necessary for you to meet my requirements" The Master, holding the steel kidney dish in one had and the emasculator in the other moved under the bench. The boy braced himself. He felt the blade touch his scrotum just under where the rubber band had been placed near to his body. He felt the knife slowly sever his balls and his sack and the hot wire sealing the cut. The pain was was terrible but didn't last long until he heard the clang as his now severed testicles were collected in the kidney bowl. Then he passed out. ****To be continued ****

Was doing some traveling over the holiday today and had a four hour layover in Denver. As I was waiting for lounge access I logged onto to Sniffies. First profile I see is this hot 6’ stud with just a pic of an 8” thick bbc. I message him and he asks if I wanna suck. I do so he tells me to go to this very private bathroom upstairs. The bathroom only has two stalls and where the toilet covers are the metal completely lifts up so it’s pretty much a GH. I wait for him and he wastes no time whipping his massive cock out and shoving it down my throat. I suck his perfect cock for about 20 minutes til he shoots a load down my throat. I then get a message that my access to the lounge is ready so I get up and make my way. So glad I found a great bathroom for cruising, and can’t wait for another long layover in Denver.

I used to suck off a guy who liked to smoke a cigar while I gave him head and blow the smoke in my face. He always told me it was his way of enjoying his two most pleasurable experiences at the same time and looked forward to our regular get togethers.

My only regret is not taking loads when I was younger. Waiting so long was a mistake

I am!! And proud of my sexual promiscuity and the many days and nights in sex clubs and the like where i took partner after partner unloading his male essence into me--the DNA of so many thousands of my fellow males bathing

My regret is not committing to being a whore sooner.

Zero regrets here. i've been sexually active since my teens and embraced sexual promiscuity early on. I saw the religious sexual dogma for the toxic fraud it is. I rejected sexual monogamy and offered myself to all the male partners i could find. I thrive in group use settings. I have no desire to stop being a cum dump and hyper promiscuous male.

My partner is away this weekend and we both got super horny FaceTiming each other, I was using the fuck machine to his orders getting pounded by some large toys. While he watched me he decided to invite a few of our fuck group to come and load me up without my knowledge I didn't know about it till he told me a min before the first guy was at the door, he unlicked the door for him remotely (god bless technology) and announced on the HomePod that I was waiting upstairs. he got up, got me off the fuck machine and slammed his dick in, I was already opened up and lubed that he didn't have any resistance shoving his 10" all the way in. while I was being pounded my partner kept on inviting more and more to come and let them in all while he was watching me getting railed and giving instructions to the tops to pound me harder and harder. It was so hot being controlled like that! by then I think I took about 20 plus loads from 11 guys that came over and my hole got completely wrecked by them, double penetrating me and having a dick in my mouth. Best part was when my partner asked the guys in the room he wants to see them fist my cunt and they all cheered. I was on my back and one by one they fisted me, some slow and deep, some punch fucking my puffy hole lips. then another round of fucking to load me up before shoving a huge plug to keep all the loads up my cunt for my partner till he arrives back in a few hours. Can't wait for him to pull the plug out and have his way with my hole.

2003 You pay the price for being too cautious. By the time I realized I was gay (first year of college), it was already widely known that HIV was transferred via sharing bodily fluids. Some activities were safer than others, but I avoided them all. I never did anything with anyone. I had plenty of gay friends because I was in art school, but none of them were abstinent. They went out and experimented in bars and parks, while I stayed home and drew in my sketchbook with reruns of "Bosom Buddies" on TV. Everybody told me I was wasting my youth, but at least I knew I was healthy. I graduated and moved to a semi-large city where the gay life was a little more active. Or so I'd heard....I stayed celibate and careful. I once hooked up with a nice-looking gay man who loved in my apartment building. I was so nervous and afraid of the encounter that I ruined the evening. I wouldn't even kiss him on the mouth. "What's the problem?", he finally asked. I told him I didn't want his spit in my mouth. "Are you serious?" He couldn't believe it. I told him my fears and he told me in no uncertain terms that I would someday overcome my fears but it'd be too late. I'd be too old for anyone to want. That hurt. But he was probably right. My 30th birthday had just passed and the 40's were on their way. I had a few gray hairs already. I'd spent so much energy trying not to die that I'd forgotten to live. Maybe it was time to change. I remember from high school algebra class that every equation has two separate sides that are opposite each other. Somehow I moved over to the other side and felt a switch click on in my brain. I'd get on my desktop computer and Google thongs like "how to get AIDS", "the joys of being HIV positive" and "Find local poz guys". I went through a lot of links and learned terms like 'bug-chaser', 'gift-give', 'breeding' and 'conversion'. I saw videos of skinny tattooed men fucking young, pretty studs with no condom. I read tons of stories about how much guys liked that they had been pozzed or about how they pozzed someone else. By the time I was 33, I was exploring this dark world nightly and getting painful boners. One of my favorite sites (now inactive) had photos, stories, essays and personal ads. The personal ads were split into two sections. The guys who wanted to be infected had ads under the caption "Please Give Me Your Gift, Sir" and the poz guys who wanted to infect negative men were under the caption "Accept My Gift, Buddy". Those four words were so fucking hot that just typing them now made me stiff. Unfortunately, there were no gift-givers in my general location. I checked night after night until a new one appeared that was from a giver right here in my town! The ad read: READY TO DIE? GWM, 38, 6'3, solid build, divorced. I've got the bug and want to give it to you. No-strings fucks only. Well of course I answered. I described myself and left my email address and phone number. And waited. On Saturday morning, my phone rang. "Hello?" "Yeah. You relied to my ad. Just called to say 'key'". "I'm so glad you did (was I really?). Great ad, by the way. I bet you had tons of replies." "Nope. Just you. That website is kind of obscure, but I also put it on some popular ones and you're still the only one who answered. One's all I needed, though. I need to give this gift to someone soon. " "Where are you?" "Well, since the divorce,I've been living in one of those motel rooms you rent by the week. It sucks, but I'm used to it now. I work as a bartender in a straight bar near the River district. I'll be there tonight but I won't be able to leave until 3 AM. Think you can come by and at least say 'hi'? The place is called "Beats". It might be busy or it might be dead. There's no telling." "I know where that is. I'll be there." "How will I know you? Wear something I'll recognize." "I'll be in jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt. My name is Will." "Cool. I'm Art. The other bartender is a chick -- so you'll know which one I am. Be there by 10, OK?" "See you then." click So there it was. I was further along into a quest that I never imagined I'd be on. It was still early, so I went back to bed. Sleep was impossible of course, but the possibilities and fantasies about what could happen put me into a waking trance of lust and a little fear. I took a long shower and shaved my face carefully. I'd managed to cut my chin several times with the razor. Nerves. I brushed my teeth way too vigorously because I remembered doing that caused bleeding of the gums and I wanted to expose tiny wounds in my mouth. I wanted all portals open to the gift. I got dressed and thought of putting on some cologne, but didn't. This wasn't a date I was going out to be fucked, not seduced. I was ready to die. By 9 PM, I couldn't take the waiting anymore. I left and made the short drive to where Art was waiting. "Beats" catered to young hetero people, but there were lots of more 'happening' clubs opening along the River District. I knew it wouldn't be crowded and it wasn't. I parked right up front and walked right in. Yep -- totally dead. The music wasn't even loud. I walked up to the bar and saw the lady bartender flirting with a punker-looking guy with tattoos and piercings. They were on the verge of a lip lock when I sat down. She seemed annoyed and asked me what I needed. "Um...is Art here?" "In the back. He'll be out in a minute." She resumed her conversation with the punker. Just then, a large guy walked in from the storage room. He looked so different than what I'd pictured. He was kind of cute in a goofy way. He was big and reminded me on a puppy whose paws were too big for its body. His expression was clear and open -- like he was waiting for a question. Nice. I liked him immediately. The girl waved her manicured hand in my direction. "You got a visitor here." He put down the crate of freshly-clean glasses and looked at me. "Will?" ""Hi, Art." "Hi!" He seemed to approve of my appearance. Possibly, a little surprised. He was every inch if 6'3" and wearing one of those long underwear shirts beneath a T-shirt. Manly, casual. He sure as hell wasn't dressed to impress, but I still was. Maybe he noticed the admiration in my eyes. "I'm taking my break now, Rima. Go see if anybody at the tables needs anything." She pouted a little and moved off to do a job she obviously hated. "Come sit down at the end of the bar. I'll get us a couple of shots." I moved down to where he was stacking glasses somewhere below where I could see. He dried his hands and came out to sit next to me. He seemed to bounce as he walked. He had a jumpiness I could relate to. He produced a few shot glasses filled with red liquid. "It's Hot Damn, 150 proof. Careful. Go slow." The punker left without leaving so much as a quarter tip. Poor Rima. She came back to the bar and got a rag to wipe up all the empty tables that people were leaving. It was getting desolate in here. "She's in a bad mood. The owner told us tonight that we're shutting down at the end of the month. I saw it coming. She didn't." "Just leave and find another shitty bar job. I've never been unemployed for more than a week," He got up, walked behind the bar and turned the music almost all the way down. He brought back two cold bottles of beers. "Let's go sit at a table." We sat at one in a dark corner. Nobody was left. "Let's drink up some free beer and then leave. I'm quitting now." SO we drank beer after beer and he talked out loud about what he had to do next. He'd call a few guys and probably start a new job by Monday. The light was low, but I could still see that open, inquisitive expression he had. I waited for a question. None came, so I asked one. "When did you get divorced?" "Oh God. It was over a year ago. She found out about how much fucking around I was doing. I'd given her a couple of disease, but not HIV. She was so pissed. I went to the clinic and found out I had the whole alphabet of STDS. " "Why did you cheat on her?" "Occupational hazard, I guess. Girls dig bartenders and I didn't resist any offers. Plus, my wife never loved me. We were trying to start a family, but she'd abort any baby I'd plant in her. I wanted a kid...and now I guess I'll never have one." "Why do you want to poz someone?" "Shit, Will. I was so drunk when I composed that ad. I was acting on pure impulse." "Oh." "Why the fuck do you want my poz seed?" I explained my strange journey here and he nodded, "You want a smoke? I need one.". He left, unlocked the cigarette vending machine and pulled out multiple packs of various brands. "Still want to let me do this to you?", he asked. I nodded as I opened the the second beer. "Well, I want to, Will." "Tonight?" "Why not? I'm ready to just walk out of here. My rented place is in The Dunham Inn right up the street. The building and hallways are a little scary, but my place is pretty nice and the locks are secure. I'll steal a bottle of something and we can go do it. Leave your car here and I'll bring you back in the morning. Ready?" I was. "I'm feeling weird now." "Why?" "I wasn't expecting anyone like you?" He paused. "I thought this was going to be a simple fuck...just me putting a load of death into some random dude's ass. I wanted no attachment -- just release and satisfaction. I thought it be no problem." "it's still no problem. I want to accept your gift. It would be an honor, Will." "OK. Good. Keep talking to me like that." Right then we arrived at his "motel". The building was as scary as promised. Blinking neon and assorted lowlifes hanging around outside. "Stick close to me. I'm big enough to scare most of them." His room was not so bad. A big bed and a TV that had been left on. He turned it off and starting stripping off his clothes. He flopped back on top of the bed in his jockey shorts. "Join me, Will." I got undressed and lied right next to him. "Keep talking like you were before." "I've told you everything. I want that lethal cock and that lethal load inside of me. Talk to me now." He pulled down his underwear and started stroking his big red dick. "This cock of mine is pure death. It will kill you and you have to promise me you really want it." I was out of talk. I got between his big thighs and started kissing his deadly organ. It got hard so fast. I grasped it at the base and studied it. It was pulsing with his heartbeat. It wasn't death. It was as alive as his heart or brain. Human and healthy. I kissed his balls which made him moan a little. I made slow work of worshipping his shaft. My sucking skills were untested, but I went for it. He arched his back and bucked back and forth into my mouth. He rolled over and pushed my legs apart with his hips. "We need to do this now." "I'm ready." "Are you" Are you really ready to die?" "DO IT!" He plunged into my hole. It was impossibly painful, but my hormones and adrenaline were cranked so high, that I didn't cry out or resist. He got it all the way in and let me get used to it. Then he pumped and found a pace he liked. He bucked faster and started mumbling. "I am giving you this shit in my body. It'll be your shit next. Our shit. Ohhhhh. I'm cumming!" And then this mission had complete. We both had what we wanted now. We fell asleep in each others' arms.

mmm hot start..

****3**** It woke up a couple of hours later in a soft, warm, comfortable bed. It took a few seconds for it to remember what it had submitted to and what had been done to it. A sharp pain soon reminded it. It remembered the intense pain as his testicles and scrotum were severed from his body. The sound of them landing in the metal tray. He could also feel the result of the assault on his arse. He put his hand down to his crutch where once his balls had lived. There was a thick padded dressing under his cock. Thankfully his cock was still attached to him. His hand moved to his arse. His hole felt still slightly open and he was able to insert two fingers without having to stretch his sphincter. It wondered if it would ever return to normal. The Master sat in his armchair. Now showered and fully clothed he was very happy with how the boy had submitted and the results of his emasculation. He hoped that his insemination of the boy would be successful. He couldn't see how it would not. He had procreated with at least three other men who were now permanently carrying his babies and they had all been fertilised on the first or second breeding. There was one other large procedure and a few small cosmetic changes that he would do to it but, they would have to wait until it had recovered fully from its castration. Over the next few weeks the Master took care of it. Giving it the occasional salt bath to help the healing process and cleaning and dressing the wound. He had access to a vet should there be any complications or infections of the site but luckily he was healing nicely. There had been a fare amount of swelling initially but this was to be expected and in just two weeks it was starting to look like there would be only a small scar. Of course he fucked it regularly. Initially he had to be careful not force its legs apart too much as he didn't want to tear the wound but he managed to fuck it quite adequately from behind with its legs almost closed. It loved being fucked by the Master. His hole longed to be filled with as much seed as he could get. Three weeks past and one morning it woke in a soaking wet bed. Every muscle in its body ached. His head and even his eyes were painful. It was convinced it had an infection from its castration. It told the Master how he felt and was a little surprised when the Master smiled. He checked its wound site and was happy to confirm that it was healing nicely and the was absolutely no sign of anything untoward. "You're converting boy, you have the fuck flu. Your body is trying to fight off the bug in my seed that is infiltrating and taking over your body. My seed will win and you will be pregnant. This is good. You are bound to me forever or at last for the rest of your life" At that particular moment the last thing on its mind was sex. It was the first thing on the Masters. The Master took of his shirt, shoes, trousers and underwear. His cock was fully erect and engorged with blood. He told it to turn over and unceremoniously mounted it from behind. He was rampant. The boy was pregnant with his seed, he had to fuck it. Its hole felt so good that morning. It felt tighter and was definitely hotter due to its fever. It felt wonderful on his hard cock. The boy had little arousal, he just wanted to be allowed to go back to sleep, but the Master was to have his way. He ravaged the boy, fucking him like it was the first time. It only took ten minutes before the pressure in him was so high he had to release. Sperm shot from his cock filling and coating its guts. Even the boy thought he could feel the explosion inside his so intense was the Masters ejeculation. The Master slipped his cock from its hole and lay on the bed beside it. It's hole throbbed and it could feel warm wet cum leaking from his hole. Sperm leaked over the dressing where once his balls had been and onto his cock which for the first time in three weeks seemed to come to life. It rolled over onto its back allowing its erection to stand vertically, bobbing as it stood. The Master saw it. "Relieve yourself boy, you deserve it" Even though physically drained from his ill health and fucking he reached down and grabbed his cock. It hadn't been stimulated for so long it felt fantastic. As he massaged his member, he wondered he would still produce any fluid as he no longer had balls that produce sperm. He didn't need to worry. Within just a few minutes he felt his climax approaching. Within seconds semen shot high in the air and landed back on his stomach. His prostate having released its juice. "You'd better clean that mess up boy, use your fingers and your mouth. The protein will be good for you. It did as it was told cleaning every last drop. When he was finished the Master told him to get some sleep and threw the bed covered over him. He slept the sleep of the dead for almost three days, only rousing to drink or use the bathroom. The fuck flu had hit him hard. It was two weeks before he felt well enough to leave his bed. The Master had cared for it well during that time. Feeding it, cleaning it and changing its dressings. Three months past and it was getting used to the Masters ways, requirements and constant need to fuck. The Master had a huge sexual appetite. Not that it wasn't grateful. It loved being the target of his desire. The wound had healed very nicely. There was a small lump and red area at the castration site but, that would reduce even more with time. Eventually it wouldn't be obvious that there had ever been anything there. It was ready for the next procedure. One morning it was lead down to the playroom. As the Master opened the door it saw another man. It was a little embarrassed as he was naked and no one other than the Master had seen that he was now a eunuch, an unmanned male. The Master commanded him to lay on the bench. The same bench that three months ago he had been laying face down on as a complete male. The man lifted it cock and looked at the wound. "Nice job, very neat" The Master smiled at the man and he smiled back. "So, ready for the next stage" said the man. "Yes as discussed" It was very nervous now, the only thing left was his cock. Was the man here to cut it off. He began shaking and tears filled his eyes. The man took a syringe from a black medical bag. He inverted it and squeezed the plunger in order to expel and residual air then injected its cock in a couple of places, then in the flesh around the cock. It didn't want to lose its cock. He still liked to touch it and occasionally the Master would allow him cum. The man took a pin from his bag and stuck it into its penis in several places to confirm that all feeling had been dulled. Then to its horror the man took scalpel from the same steel kidney bowl that a few months ago had held his dead, severed testicles. It could feel what was happening but there was no pain, only the dull sensation of the man cutting around the entire circumference of his penis at its head. He realised, with some relief, that he was being circumcised. However the man wasn't finished yet. He felt the man cutting around the circumference of his cock again, this time close to his body at the base. He then felt a tearing sensation as the man removed all the flesh from the base of his cock to its head. He then proceeded to stitch the flesh from both ends together, essentially his cock would just be the domed end and he would be unable to achieve an erection. The last thing he did was to make a deep incision and the base of his cock close to where the root of his cock entered his body. He did nothing more than stitch this incision with two stitches. The Master looked very pleased with the results. The whole procedure had taken less than an hour and now he had a eunuch slave with nothing more than a nub of penis, useless for nothing more than to pee out of, although he would be able to achieve orgasm with stimulation which would be very useful in controlling the boy. "Any problems, give me a shout but it should be fine. I'll leave you enough pain killers and three more shots to give it. I'll come and check that mare in a few days anyway. Should be able to take the caste off then" The boy realised that this man, who had just ruined him was a vet. The Master looked at it and smiled. "You are now complete boy. Your cock is like a clit and that last incision has destroyed your ability to get an erection, which is just as well as you no longer have enough skin to stretch over an erection" It had tears in its eyes. It had enjoyed its cock. "Don't fret boy, you'll still be able to cum when I let you, if I let you" It took several weeks for its cock to heal but, even the boy was pleased with the way he looked now. His crutch was smooth except for a small domed cock head that occupied a small space between his legs. He had lost all sensation of becoming erect but if anything, his cock head was even more sensitive than before. His master had let him stimulate himself to orgasm several times after fucking him and the pleasure was immense. Now it was happy, more than happy. It enjoyed serving its Master. He performed all the menial tasks required of him. All the household jobs that need to be done and when completed the Master would give his arse a good fucking or let him suck him to completion. One day, later that year, he was very surprised when the Master told him they were going out. The Master had a surprise for him. It would be the first time since he had arrived that he was allowed to leave the farm. They drove to a nearby town and visited a tattoo shop. It was tattooed on one arse cheek with a poz symbol and on the other with the words 'Property of Stan' ******Fin*****

My apologies everyone for being absent for so long. My job is taking off and consuming more of my time (a good thing financially) and I've had some family challenges (my elderly parents are well, elderly and needing more attention). I have seen your messages and they have helped motivate me to continue with this story. Its going to be a bit of a slow burn but this chapter marks a major milestone in Jason's journey. Usual disclaimers apply (see chapter 1). Freshman Project: Jason (Part 3) Jason sat waiting at the table of the coffee house, slowly sipping his iced mocha frap. It was 4:10pm on Thursday and he was becoming increasingly resigned to having been stood up by Blake. He told himself he would give it five more minutes before trying to salvage some dignity by leaving. He looked down again at his phone and checked the time for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes. “I’m so sorry Jason,” said a nearly breathless voice from above him. Jason looked up saw Blake standing there, wearing a sweat soaked tank top and thin nylon workout shorts. Blake flashed his smile and Jason immediately forgot all about being made to wait, “Our team’s time in the weight room got bumped back so I didn’t get out of there till four. I tried to find a way to contact you today but apparently you didn’t sign in at the meeting, so I didn’t have your email or phone number.” “Huh, sign in? I didn’t know there was a sign in. Oh well no worries about being late, I wasn’t concerned,” lied Jason. “Cool, we should exchange numbers just in case something like this happens again,” said Blake as he sat down in the chair across the table from Jason. He noticed Jason was dressed up a bit more than the last time that he had seen him.. He had a nice button up shirt that framed his skinny body well and a pair of tight skinny jeans that looked like it was the first time they had been worn. Blake figured they were a purchase made after he got to school as he couldn’t image the boy wearing them back in Alabama around his religious family. Blake reached out and took a hold of one of Jason’s hands, prying it off the drink which he was clutching with both hands. Jason reacted by looking directly at Blake, something he tended to avoid doing that often. Blake smiled and said, “I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you want to go over to my apartment, its just a couple blocks off campus, and talk there? I know I said we would talk more here first, but I think I need a shower and I’m too jacked up from an energy drink I had before my workout to want any coffee.” While Blake was talking he gently ran his thumb over the back of Jason’s hand. Jason resisted the urge to immediately say yes, he did not want to appear too eager; he did not want Blake to think he was a slut, as if a virgin could be a slut. So he counted to three in his head before answering, “Yeah, I guess that would be fine, I could see you not wanting to sit there all sweaty.” The matter agreed to, Jason quickly downed the rest of his drink, giving himself brain freeze. He tried to act cool, but there really isn’t any way to do that while a chunk of ice is trapped where your sinuses meet the back of your throat. Blake licked his lips and said, “You look really cute when you are making faces, I bet you look amazing when you have your O face.” Jason blushed. He wondered if Blake was teasing him or flirting with him. He forced himself to laugh as he heard Blake laughing. Jason followed Blake to his apartment. In the ten minute walk they talked about Blake being on the swim team. He wasn’t a star and he wasn’t attending on scholarship. The school was limited to the equivalent of about ten full time scholarships and Blake wasn’t good enough to receive one. Still he enjoyed swimming and liked competing even if he was not getting to the podium that often. The season was just about to start and they had their first meet during the coming weekend. Currently they had practice every morning starting at six and then either alternated in the afternoon between another swim practice and time in the weight room. Today they were scheduled for the weight room but the football team was late getting out of there. The school’s football was in the top twenty-five and got whatever resources they wanted, while the other sports took got the football and basketball teams’ crumbs. Blake explained that he was paying for college through student loans, but was doing pretty well with his side hustle so it was manageable. Jason asked what his side hustle was but Blake just gave him a non-responsive answer, “Just a lot of different things to make a buck.” Jason did not press any further on the subject. When they got to the apartment, Blake plopped down on the couch saying he was exhausted from his workout and needed to sit down for a bit, asking if Jason minded that he postponed the shower. “Um, no, that’s fine. You don’t stink or anything,” said Jason again regretting that he did not shut up after the first sentence. “Good to know,” said Blake with a smirk. He patted the seat next to him on the couch with one hand as he grabbed the remote with the other, “You ever seen the series Heartstopper?” Jason sat down on Blake’s left, making sure he was close but not touching, “No, what’s it about?” “Oh you sheltered little gayby. It’s British. It’s about a gay boy that has a crush on a jock. I think it’s right up your ally,” said Blake as he turned on the TV. He reached his left arm around and set it on the back of the couch behind Jason, making sure the boy got a good whiff of his sweaty pit. After they finished the first episode, Blake got up and grabbed his weed pipe and a bag of Indica. He sat down next to Jason, closing the gap so that their sides were now in contact. “Do you, uh, partake?” asked Blake as set the pipe and weed down on the coffee table. “Um, I don’t know. Won’t you get in trouble with the swim team, I heard at orientation that anyone participating in athletics were subject to drug tests,” answered Jason. “They stopped testing for pot when it became legal in the state. They just don’t mention that to the students cause they don’t want to encourage it,” laughed Blake. “Oh, I just never thought about it. It wasn’t really available at my school, unless you were willing to hang around with the, uh, bad kids since it’s illegal in Alabama,” said Jason. “Bad kids? What made them bad?” asked Blake. “Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I guess that’s just my dad talking. I’ve never smoked marijuana before but I’m willing to give it a try if you promise not to make fun of me,” said Jason. Blake told him the basics of how to smoke it and after Jason’s first sputtering and coughing hit, offered to teach Jason how to shotgun a hit, keeping his lips just millimeters away from the naïve boy’s lips. Once they were both good and stoned, they resumed watching TV, but this time Blake was more aggressive and wrapped his arm around Jason and pulled him against him. Jason relaxed into Blake and leaned his head against the swimmer’s muscular chest. While Blake was all shaved and had a boyish look to him, his sweaty musk was all man. The weed was hitting Jason hard and making him want to lie down, he turned himself sideways and pulled his legs up onto the couch. Blake turned and look over at him. “If you want we can go watch this on my bed, I have a TV in there, it would probably be more comfortable.” “Sure, but I don’t know if I have the energy to walk over there right now, I’m really stoned I guess,” said Jason. “No worries, I got you,” said Blake. He got up, pulling himself out from under Jason, who collapsed onto the couch. Blake reached over and hooked his arms under Jason’s shoulders and knees, then lifted the smaller boy up and carried him into the his bedroom and gently tossed him onto his king size bed. He piled the pillows up at the head of the bed then climbed in next to Jason. He started the show back up on the bedroom TV then asked, “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off do you?” “Uh, no go ahead,” said Jason. He openly ogled Blake as the young man stripped off his tight tank top. He was too busy staring at Blake’s chest to realize what Blake was doing when the older boy reached over and grabbed the bottom of Jason’s shirt. “I think we’d both be more comfortable with your shirt off as well,” said Blake as he pulled Jason’s shirt off. Jason was too stoned to let his shyness stop Blake. After they were both bare chested, they resumed their cuddling as they watched the show. Jason was now on Blake’s right side. Blake slowly maneuvered it so his Jason was curled up against his side with Jason’s head on his chest and the boy’s leg over his. He stretched his arm down Jason’s back and let his hand rest on top of his ass. They watched the teens in the series developing their relationship while occasionally sharing another shotgun of weed from the pipe and baggie of weed that Blake had stashed in his nightstand. Blake kept rubbing his hand along Jason back from just under the shoulders to all the way to the bottom of the twink’s bubble butt. Jason being high, was enjoying the touch and without even thinking about it was rubbing his hand up and down Blake’s torso, every now and then going lower to brush against the growing bulge in Blake’s workout shorts. When Jason’s hand was down near his shorts and brushing against his semi-hard cock, Blake grabbed the boy’s hand with his left hand and moved the inexperienced boy’s hand directly on top of his cock, “Go ahead, feel it.” Jason ran his hand over Blake’s cock feeling it getting harder through the soft nylon shorts. The bulge grew without really lengthening all that much. Blake shifted on the bed and pulled his shorts down, revealing a white jockstrap that was struggling to contain his cock. As soon as he resumed his position laying on his back, Jason’s right hand was back rubbing and gently exploring the bulging pouch of Blake’s jock. Meanwhile Blake slipped his hand under the back of Jason’s jeans and underwear, running his finger along the virgin boy’s crack. “Go on boy, I know you want to smell it,” said Blake, his usual relaxed surfer boy voice suddenly having a more commanding tone. He grabbed Jason’s hair with his left hand and pulled the boy’s head down to his crotch. He held the boy’s head against his sweat, piss, and cum stained jock. He had made sure to jack a load into the jock before he left to the weight room that afternoon. Jason could not help himself, he was no longer in control of himself; the drugs and Blake’s commanding presence had taken over. He buried his nose in the jock pouch, feeling the hard cock under the knit fabric. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in Blake’s intoxicating scent. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “Yeah, your going to be a good boy for me aren’t you Jason,” said Blake as he ran his right middle finger over Jason’s asshole while using his left hand to press the boy’s face against his jockstrap covered cock. “Yes Blake,” said Jason. He was harder then he had ever been before. “Boy, when we are in private you will call me Sir or Master. If you want this cock, if you want me to release it from my jockstrap and let you suck it, you need to agree to be mine this year. You want this cock in your mouth don’t you boy?” growled Blake. Jason’s mind was all over the place. The combination of the potent smell of Blake’s manliness and the strong weed had him barely able to form a coherent thought. He just knew that he was harder than he had ever been in his life and he wanted more. He wanted, no needed to see Blake’s cock and have it in his mouth. He needed to taste Blake’s cock and his cum. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, what?” said Blake firmly. Jason’s response was barely audible, “Yes Master.” When the boy chose Master instead of Sir in that moment, Blake knew that Jason was his. Now he needed to make sure Jason knew it as well, “What was that Boy, I couldn’t hear you?” “Yes Master,” said Jason slightly louder. “Louder bitch,” Blake commanded. “YES MASTER,” yelled Jason.

I'm very proud to say that I've kept every load ever shot in my ass inside me. I'm very careful to tighten my hole when the top pulls out so I can keep all his precious seed inside me. It's the reason I bareback in the first. It's such an honour to receive another man's cum that I wouldn't want to disrespect him by expelling it from my body.

Yesterday...went for a run after working out and passed this stud in his mid thirties...tall and dark hair with peppered grey...made eye contact...and sure enough he followed me into a secluded area near the running path...I dropped my shorts and he blew me while holding my ass cheeks..God, I love that...he swallowed my massive load and he stood up and I was pulling my shorts up..heard a woman calling a name....he looked at me and said gotta go and left...I waited a minute then resumed my run...sure enough he's jogging next his wife/gf and pushing a stroller! Hot devious fucker!

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I'm all for it and would love to meetup with one while I was there.

I like the friction, so no lube for fucking. spit and precum do the job - taste great, organic and always at hand

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Our 5 day camping trip starts tomorrow. It’ll be my best buddy, Adam, and his girlfriend of a few years, Sarah, and my girlfriend of about a year, Ray, and me. We’re all around 30 years old. Adam and I have lifted together just about every day for the last 4 years. He’s a beefy dude at 5’11, 190lbs, muscular, brn/brn, moderately hairy, dark olive skin, and italian. He has a soft-featured face, bushy eyebrows, and is a horny fucker. In a pinch, he used to fuck just about anything with a heartbeat. We’ve done a bunch of kinky shit together - double teamed some girls, jacked off plenty of times together, been to a few orgies, etc. He has a solid 6” cut dick with big furry balls. I’m a little taller and bigger than him at 6’2”, 200lbs, muscular, brn/hazel, furry chest, stomach, legs, and a thick 7.5 dick. I also seemingly cum a lot more than him and everyone I’ve ever seen cum irl. He spurts a decent 2-3x, I do 5+. I’m not sure why my balls produce so much extra thick spunk, but they do and it’s a mess to clean up. If I nut on myself, it gets stuck all in my body hair for days. When fucking, I’ve always used condoms because I will definitely overfill a puss and know it’ll catch. Even when I’m fucking with a condom, if I keep pounding after I nut, the jizz makes it way back up my shaft and out of the top of the glove and foams too much. I always stop, throw out the filled bag, and rewrap. It’s also hard to go even a day without unloading or I’m almost painfully horny. That being said I’ve painted countless bathroom stalls to get release, often multiple times a day. Sarah and Ray are similar looking and sizes at about 5’6” blond/brn, fit as fuck, hairless everywhere, tight pusses, and always smell like a mix of something sweet and sex. Ray and I usually go a few rounds a day and it’s almost laughable how drenched she is when I pull out and hose on her stomach. It’s 9pm and Ray calls. She’s feeling horrible, food poising or something. I don’t really want to go without her but can’t ditch. 3rd wheel here I come. They pick me up at so early in the morning. I barely have time to throw on my cloths. Day one of hiking is flying by. I’ve lead the way all day but just took a piss, and took up the rear behind Sarah. She’s wearing pale blue tights and I can’t help but notice how muscular and tight her ass looks. Sexy fox. I wonder what she’s like in bed. I wonder if she has Adams seed in her right now. My dick twitches and start to fill. It dawns on me that I haven’t nutted in nearly two days. I look down at my grey mesh shorts, my dick is already rock hard and clearly visible bouncing around. I fight my urge to stare at her ass and legs at the same time I fight my dick throbbing and leaking precum all over my shorts. It gets dark so fast and starts to rain as we finally arrive at camp site for the night. The weather is miserable. Just as I’m about to throw my pack in our 4 person tent I slip and fall into a giant deep puddle. Adam, Sarah, and I laugh our asses off at my clumsiness. I get in the tent and find that all my stuff is soaked. Adam and Sarah are kind and unzip their sleeping bags to make two large blankets we can all share. Adam gives me a dry shirt and boxers. The shirts way too small, so I’m left in only the boxers. We all strip down, get under the one blanket and have some good conversation. In a matter of no time and kind of suddenly Adam starts to snore. My body is half out of the blankets because I don’t want to be jammed up against Sarah. I lay on my back chilled to the bone and shivering. I rub my own body to get some friction and heat. I wonder if my body hair helps insulate warmth.. my chest stomach and leg hair is so bushy. Sarahs on her side, facing Adam. She turns around a bit and whispers “Tom, why are you all the way over there, come get body heat off my back.” I think about being pressed up against her and my dick starts to twitch and pump up again. Body contact would be the ultimate blue balls. “Thanks Sarah but I’ll be fine.” - “Tom, you’re clearly freezing. Please don’t be stubborn and get yourself sick… Also, if you’re concerned about Adam being jealous of our cuddling or whatever, he’ll be knocked the fuck out until probably 9am by his Ambien. Trust me, it’s not easy to wake him.” She reaches back and pulls my arm around her stomach. I feel how tight and warm her body is under the thin t-shirt. “Fine, fine.. here I come.” As I scoot over my hand moves around her stomach a bit and I don’t feel the top of panties. She’s only wearing a t-shirt? That can’t be. I press my bare chest against her back and bare legs against hers. Immediate warmth. She reaches back and rubs my thigh to warm me faster. It helps but I feel a pit in my stomach because I don’t think Adam would like this. I keep my ass back away from her as my dick has its own mind and is throbbing. “Isn’t this better?” She says. “Yeah, thanks… Sarah.. Listen, if I fall asleep and you feel my hard-on, just know I’m not trying to get fresh, that happens to guys.” My dick is so fucking hard. I feel that it’s poked out of the boxers piss hole and is slightly exposed. “Don’t worry big guy, I’m not worried about it.” We lay there for a minute while and she gently rubs the top of my hand that’s on her stomach. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Wtf would Ray do if she saw this. Then Sarah arches her back and presses her ass against against my crotch. I immediately feel my slick dick head jab her bare skin. I whisper “shit, whoa.. no no. Sorry.. it’s just that I haven’t nutted in a few days and it’s extra sensitive. Sorry.” I start to scoot back farther. She swiftly reaches behind her back and grips my dick to stop be from moving away. Her warm hand feels so good. I don’t move. “Wow, you’re huge. So much bigger than Adam. Thicker, longer, (she’s now examining my Dick and balls with light squeezes), and your balls are massive.. Adam told me you were big everywhere but I had no idea.” she exhales. I notice her right arm that she’s laying on is moving slightly.. she’s masterbating? Fucking tease. My heart pounds faster and i realizing I’m breathing heavier. I invulnerability thrust slightly forward and my dick flexes releasing a huge amount of precum onto her hand. I can’t bring myself to my stop her from stroking me. “Sarah, we shouldn’t... and even if wanted to, we need a condom. I cum way too much. Ill make a mess in ur sleeping bag.” She doesn’t say anything, grabs my left hand, pulls it down to to her puss.. she’s so wet. She moans and forces my fingers to rub her clit a few times and then passes my hand back to my face so I can smell it.. “FUCKKKK.” She puts my hand back on her hip and pushes herself back onto my bare dickhead with precision. I feel it lodged against the entrance of her wet snatch. “Sarah, you better be on the fucking pill.” She pushes harder and my cum slick helmet slowly breaches her hungry raw cunt. She moans softly and slowly slides onto it. I’ve completely lost self control. “Tom, you feel so good.” My Dick can feel every bit of her insides and the muscular walls flexing on my shaft. I’m about 1/2 in, my animal instincts take over and I pull her all the way down onto my shaft, bottoming out, and freeze so I don’t unload yet. My dick pulses more precum the full 7.5” inside her. “Ohhh fuck Tom” she’s rubbing her clit faster and breathing harder. She gyrates as I start to thrust. She reaches farther down and massages my heavy furry nuts. Our bodies are now moist and hot. I smell her sweet cunt juices coming from my dick each time I slide out. I’ve never been so hard. She’s works her clit with both hands while I thrust deeper. I’m close. “I’m close, Sarah.” I try to pull out and with her left arm she forcefully pulls herself back on me. “Don’t pull out yet..” her breathing becomes irregular, she’s about to cum also.. I’m over the edge and I feel me balls tingle for the last time. “Shit Sarah.. I can’t stop it.” “I’m not on the pill. Don’t cum inside me.” She starts to shake and moan loudly and gyrates harder with my Dick balls deep. “Oh fuck..” My whole body flexes and I pull her as hard as I can down on my dick. I erupt torrent after torrent after torrent as deep as I can inside her. She continues to climax “mmm mm ahhh fuckk.” It feels like her snatch is sucking my dick as it contracts. My dick pulses inside her expelling every drop of my seed. She continues to gyrate slowly. We’re pressed up against each other and stop moving. My dick softens and slowly slides out of her. I feel some of my seed leaking out of her and onto my waist. As we come down, we quickly fall asleep.

Part XIII Black guy pulled out of skinhead and sat back on the bench. Skinhead pulled out of me, got up, gave me and the black guy a strange look, then put his towel around his waist and left. I went to follow him, but black guy told me to stay. "He's probably pissed at me for fucking him. Give him some time." He said and told me how skinhead had been annoying the other guys in the sauna, fucking all the new guys, and acting like he owned the place. To teach him a lesson they came up with the plan use lube with tea in it because they knew it would make him want to get fucked. I didn't really understand how tea could do that, but all I could think about was that I was alone with the studly black guy who was hotter even that the perfect guy I was supposed to meet. Without thinking I reached out and started fondling black guys soft cock, feeling how heavy his balls were in my hands. "You really love cock, don't you?" he laughed. "What's your story?" I blushed, and told him the whole story the perfect guy who told me to meet him here but didn't show up. Black guy asked how I knew it wasn't a fake profile? I told him I hadn't even considered that, it seemed real. He said, wow, I thought you were some kind of chaser looking to get fucked bare by a poz guy? I told him "no way", and he looked at me and said "but you saw skinhead's tattoo, right?" And I said I thought it was a cool tattoo. When he told me what the tattoo was and what it meant, I was in shock. I felt sick and stupid, and I burst in to tears. Black guy hugged me close and told me not to worry, I could go to the doctor tomorrow and get PEP and that should stop me from getting HIV. "Really?" I sniffed, looking up in to his handsome face. "Really" he said, pulling me up on to his lap and kissing me. "I feel so stupid" I said. "Relax, you are just a horny kid and you made a mistake. But since you are here you might as well enjoy it, right?" he said, shifting slightly and I felt his cock, hard again, sliding between my ass cheeks. "I want you to fuck me, but I am afraid it might hurt" I said. Then I noticed there was still some lube "maybe if we use the special lube?" "Seriously?!" he said. "Sure" I said, grabbing the lube and shoving as much as I could in my hole. Then I raised myself up and placed black guys cockhead at my already swollen pucker and gently lowered myself down. This cock was even bigger and thicker than skinhead's. I could feel the head stretching my hole wider than ever, but thanks to the lube it wasn't painful. As I forced the head through my ass ring, black guy groaned in pleasure. "So tight!" he purred. "Feels so good." Encouraged, I pushed myself slowly down until I had the whole thing inside and I was sitting on his hips. I felt so stuffed full I couldn't believe it. Black guy waiting a moment and then started to push in and out, just a little at first, but gradually more and more. He leant forward, placing my back on the bench and lifting my legs so he could fuck me harder pulling his cock almost all the way out and then slamming back in. "You like it hard?" he grunted. "Oh fuck yeah" I groaned as he pounded my ass. After about 10 minutes fucking me on my back he flipped me over on to my stomach and started to pound my ass from behind. The feeling was even better than when skinhead was in me, I felt stretched and stuffed, but I just wanted more. After a few more minutes I could here him breathing more heavily and then he said "Gonna cum! Gonna fill your ass with my load!" and I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing as he unloaded deep inside me.

When I couldn't take all their teasing I tried to tell him he could hurt me but he couldn't understand me as the coke was fucking me up big time and I couldn't form the words. Tony smiled and told me he couldn't understand me so I must not need cock or to be hit yet. I tried again but failed miserably and I got sad and like a baby I started crying. Henry came over and put my thumb in my mouth to quiet me as he told me he understood what his baby needed and he could speak for me. He then told me if what he tells Tony is right that I should nod and suck faster but if he said anything wrong I should start crying. I nodded and sucked my thumb in agreement. Henry then told Tony that his little baby boy Bobby wants to please him and them. Bobby needs to be fucked so bad he is willingly going to let you hurt him. Bobby will cry and his tears will prove how much he enjoys giving you his body. Once you have finished hurting his body he wants you to fuck him as hard as you can. When I heard him tell them to fuck he hard I started sucking my thumb so hard. They laughed and all agreed I needed it bad. The rest of that night is just a blur as the coke had me so fucked up and they told me later that I passed out a few times. The next morning I woke up and I was being held in Henry's arms. My body ached but I woke up in a man's arm which was my biggest dream. Henry woke up and pushed my thumb into my mouth and told me to go back to sleep because he didn't want to get up yet. He told me I was safe and his little boy and I closed my eyes and drifted back asleep happier than I ever was before. When Henry woke up later he woke me up and kissed me and pulled me on top of him and asked me if I enjoyed being his boy last night. I told him I didn't remember much but if I could wake up in his arms he could do anything he wanted. Henry started rubbing my body as he kissed me more then asked if I wanted to spend the weekend as his boy and I hugged him and kissed him as I told him yes. I was then told that as his boy I needed to trust him and do what he says. He rolled us over with my on my belly and started to push his cock into my sore boyhole. My hole still had lube and cum but the outside had dried and it burned as he opened me up. I tensed up and he told me not to and that I should always be ready and if it hurt it was my fault. "Bobby, if you really want to be my boy you should want me to be happy with you more than anything else. I want to fuck you and cum in you so that you can walk around all day with my cum in you. Do you want my cum in your bum?" "Yes! Daddy. More than anything I want you to be happy and I want your cum so bad I don't care how much it hurts just please fuck me?" "OK baby, and do you want Daddy to fuck you hard or very hard?" "Hard as you want, please let me show you I am a good boy" "OK, then you remember when it hurts that you wanted it and that you know you are making me happy" Henry moved my right hand to my mouth and I started to suck my thumb as he pushed in me. Just as his head poked into me the worst pain shot through me and I took out my thumb to scream but he covered my mouth with his hand and then pushed his entire cock into me. If I thought the head hurt this was much worse and I screamed into his hand. I stopped screaming and he removed his hand and asked me if it still hurt as he pounded me. I told him it hurt a lot and he told me to cry and that every time I wasn't high it should hurt and I should cry. When it stops hurting then your just a slut rather than a boy so you better hope it always hurts because if you're not a boy then a daddy won't want you. Hearing that made me cry as I wanted to be a boy. Henry fucked me for only a few minutes before it felt better and I pushed back onto his cock as he was fucking me. "Yeah, Bobby, you're starting to like it but don't move. I want to fuck your boyhole I do not want you to fuck my cock." I stopped moving and just laid there and let him use me. After a few more minutes I realized how good it felt hearing him breathe and grunt knowing that my body was giving him so much pleasure. Henry then started telling me he was going to breed me and he grunted more and slammed harder as he told me to take it and I felt as he started to cum in me. After cumming he collapsed on me and told me he wanted to do this everyday of his vacation. When he was ready he got up and got dressed and said we should see if anyone else was up. I put on my briefs but when I reached for my pants he told me to just stay in my briefs. He took my hand and we walked to the kitchen. Tony smiled and said breakfast would be ready soon. He asked if we wanted coffee and we both said yes but Henry laughed and told me boys don't drink coffee and that I should have juice or milk. John joined us and commented that if I didn't want a repeat of last night I shouldn't walk around in my little boy briefs. My face got red and Henry told them there wasn't going to be a repeat of last night but instead he wanted to invite a few more guys over later after we get Bobby ready for his coming out party. Henry said he needed to go out for some supplies and by lunch time we could start the party. I wasn't sure what that meant but I knew I'd get to wake up with Henry again and didn't care. John committed that I must like the sound of that as my cock was tenting my briefs. "Oh, no, Bobby, we can't have that. Last night your little peepee was so small and cute but this doesn't look boyish at all but I can fix that." Henry left and came back with the plate of coke from last night and told me to snort up the last four lines as that will fix my problem. I did as he said and ten minutes later my cock shriveled up again. Henry patted the front of my briefs and put my thumb back in my mouth as I started flying from the coke rush again. "That's better, Bobby. You must learn to control yourself if you're gonna be my boy. Tony, do you think you could babysit my boy for a couple of hours?" "Yes, Henry, I am sure that while your out I could even teach Bobby some manners so that he doesn't embarrass us tonight too." "Bobby, be a good boy and do whatever Tony says" Tony walked Henry out and I couldn't hear what they said but when Tony returned he emptied a package of coke on the plate and told me to do four more lines. John said he had a few things to do and would be back in a few hours and he too left so that Tony and I wore alone now. Tony had me do two more lines then led me to his bedroom and along the way told me I was a bad boy for getting hard earlier.

Part 3 I still can’t believe after three years I finally have Bobby where I want him. The first day I saw him I knew I had to have him. The doorman at the nightclub reviewed his ID for a few moments as he couldn’t believe that the boy was 19. As I watched Bobby walk around the club I could smell his innocence and it made me hungry. After about an hour I got his attention and he sat next to me at the bar. We spent a couple of hours talking and then I gave him my card and told him to call me later and I left. The next day he called before lunch and so I invited him to out to eat. We met and he continued telling me his story. Bobby knew he was gay nearly his whole life but came from a strict religious family and his church scared boys like Bobby with stories about how gay men would rape them nonstop if they ever got their hands on them so he stayed in the closet and last night was his first time at a gay club. He wanted to stay away from bigger and older men and also said he thought a few boys at his college were cute. I knew now wasn’t the time but also knew that one day I would have my boy Bobby and I decided for now to be his friend and mentor. When I planned this trip to NYC I had every intention of finally getting him but assumed I would get him drunk or high and then have him the way I wanted although I was also nervous that it would destroy our friendship but I was about to break and needed to use him hard. At Macy’s it was in a completely selfless way I pretended he was my little brother to help him though the situation but when he melted into my chest I nearly lost my load as I realized I could have him tonight and if I played the cards right could have him forever. So now I am bringing him into a bathhouse and tonight he will start to learn that having a little smooth boy body can bring him, me and many other men so much pleasure. I got us a room and also a locker so that I could stow my stuff as I expected to leave the door to the room open most of the night. What Bobby doesn’t know yet also is that no one is actually expecting us at the office until Monday and this being Wednesday we have a lot of time to play. Bobby’s eyes were so wide open he looked like one of the shota anime boys and that in addition to looking so young and innocent had half the men staring at him as we entered. I told him we would go straight to the room first to change and get comfortable then I would show him around and we could have some fun together. He clung to me which made him seem even younger and innocent but once we were in the room and the door was closed he held me and again started crying. I held him even tighter and he started sobbing out how scared he is and also how sorry he is. He said “Daddy, I’m sorry I was so afraid these past years and didn’t tell you the truth. I have been in love with you since the night we first met. I was afraid that if I told you I liked you that you would want to have sex with me and you would hurt me like I was told in church. For three years I have dreamed of you hurting me but then afterwards I could fall asleep in your arms and be loved by you. I’m scared still about being hurt but I want you to do everything you want to me and I love calling you my Daddy. Will you forgive me and can you love me too?” And then he pushed his face into my chest and started to cry again but more softly. I told him that I loved him already and that he doesn’t need to cry or be scared as I will protect him and he is now my boy forever and that I will hold him in my arms every night. I am your Daddy and you are my boy. When he heard that he squeezed as tight as he could and then looked up at me and we kissed softly. The kiss went from gentle to much rougher over the next few minutes. I told him that his fears would soon be all over. That while he may still have the body of a boy that he will become a man tonight. I then undressed him and let him undress me. He was so cute as he was trying not to touch my cock which almost made me laugh but I didn’t want to hurt him so instead I told him to get on his knees and lick my balls. As he was licking my balls I asked if he could still feel the booty bumps I gave him and he said he didn’t think so and I told him that it was now time then to start and I picked him up and sat him on the bed. From my bag I started to take out some stuff. First I grabbed a bottle of poppers and he said he knew what they were and he did them a few times when he used a dildo on himself and he told me that when he bought a bigger dildo and he couldn’t get it inside his bum he would pour poppers on a pair of briefs and then would cover his nose with them so that he would breath them continuously until the dildo was finally in him. I then sprinkled some T powder into a shot glass and also dribbled a little water in and then using a lube shooter sucked it up and told him that this was just a little stronger than before and that he would enjoy it and remember later the fun we had. While I was doing this I noticed he picked up the poppers so I reached into the bag and tossed him a small cloth and told him to get it soaked and to cover his nose with it. I lifted his legs like you would when changing a baby and then slid the lube shooter into him and shot the liquefied T into him. Next I told him to breath deeper as I lubed a large butt plug and slowly but firmly pushed it into him. He squirmed and I could tell it hurt him but I knew he was prepared already for some pain and I told him this would open his ass so that he would soon be ready to become my pussyboy and as I said that the plug popped in and his cock started to spew his load. And what a load it was. Not sure when he last came but this was a huge load and it took him several minutes to finally start breathing normal again. “Bobby you must really like that butt plug in you”, I said, and Bobby replied, “I like it but I came because you called me your pussyboy. When I would use my dildo and dream about you using me I always dreamed that you would call my bum a pussy”. As he said this I using the lube shooter collected most of his load and then I brought it to his mouth and told him, “Yes Bobby you are my pussyboy and what you call your bum is soon going to become your boypussy and once that occurs you will start to understand what your life will soon be like. You have many things to learn and the first is you never ever waste cum” and then I shot his cum out of the lube shooter onto his tongue and said “you will swallow every load of cum that doesn’t go into and stay in your soon to be boypussy. Another rule is you do not cum again unless I tell you it is ok.” I then reached into my bag and pulled out a CB6KS chastity device and told him that I expecting him to not touch himself and that this would help prevent his from jerking off. “Daddy, I will do everything you say but you don’t need this because I do not masturbate and now that I have you I will never need to start.” This surprised me and I asked if he ever jerked off and he told me that his church told him it was a sin and since puberty started so late he was able to get through the early teen years as he couldn’t cum anyways and when he finally could he didn’t want to. “But what about when you use the dildo and poppers?”, I asked him and he replied, “Why would I masturbate then? I would dream about you using me and you cumming in me, I don’t need to masturbate to do that plus I read that when a boy masturbates and cums he loses interest in sex and you’ll probably think I’m a freak but when I would use my dildos I would normally do it for at least a few hours and the thought that if I masturbated I would want to stop playing kept me from masturbating.” This boy keeps getting better and better! I told him he didn’t need the cock lock and that instead the rule would be that he wasn’t allowed to jerk off but not because it was a sin but instead because I do not want him to. He started to wiggle his ass so I knew the bump was working and told him it was time to walk around.