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Chapter 1, Joe rides a knot dildo Joe and I met a while back in a bathhouse. We’re both in our 50s. He’s tall like me but has blue eyes, dark hair, and a wonderfully hairy body. I have brown eyes and hair and am mostly smooth. When we met at the bathhouse, we were both spun. He was in the sling, taking loads from random guys, and I was one of the guys who gave him a load. After he got out of the sling, he came and found me in the steam room and asked if I wanted to have a one-on-one session. We went back to his room where I felched some cum out of his ass, and he bred mine after a great rimming session. We get together regularly now. Joe came over one Friday night as usual. We usually plan to get naked, get spun, and then flip fuck. Toys, tongues, and fingers are always used too. We each stripped down. Joe was wearing an orange jockstrap, and mine was blue. He looked sexy with the orange jock contrasted against his hairy and well-tanned body. There were no tan lines on that stud! Joe prepped a few points for us, and I got ready for him to admin. Once I was set, he gave himself an equal dose. This time, it was a little higher than our norm, so the rush was more intense. Joe knows how much I love to eat his ass, and he loves to play with my hole, so he sat on my face while fingering my hole. His ass is sweet. He was somewhat hairy all over, with a dense mat right at his hole. Eating his ass is incredible since he has a great musk, and his hole is very responsive to my tongue. He was fingering my hole and had just lubed up his fingers so that they could get easier access. I was eating his ass while he was fingering mine, and it was sweet. By this point, we played together well and knew what felt good. I suggested that Joe get in the sling. My playroom has a sling on a stand with a stool at the bottom and a mirror mounted at the top. There’s a big screen TV playing porn and a bed pushed up against the wall. Of course, there’s a good selection of toys, lubes, and poppers, along with a video camera on a stand. Joe looked so hot in the sling. I helped him get his feet in the stirrups and then sat down to admire his ass. My rimming had matted the hair down around his hole, so I dribbled some more spit on his ass and started to finger him. He has a great ass, and I love playing with his hole. Joe reached back and spread his cheeks apart. I leaned back and stared at his throbbing hole while taking a hit of poppers, and then I dove in deep. Joe likes it when my tongue fucks his hole. This really makes it open up for more probing. After tongue fucking him, I softly sucked on his hole, soothing the lips and getting it wetter for what comes next. Joe loves it when I get him going with some rimming, then start to work my fingers or toys or fist into his ass. Tonight, we were going right to the toys. I pulled out my Dog Dildo from Hankeys Toys. It’s the large size, and Joe has taken it up to the knot before. Tonight, I wanted to see his ass swallow the knot too. After lubing up the dildo, I moved it around his ass, focusing on his crack and hole. I’d let it slide down from under his balls so that it brushed over his hole, making him shiver. His hole was needy tonight, and I was going to keep it well-used. I added some more lube to it and poked at his hole, letting just the tip go into his hole. This toy has an interesting tip, with a small initial entry point, then a larger one right after that. Then, it goes back to a more “normal” size before growing down to the knot. While I was teasing him and had inserted a small amount in his ass, Joe rocked forward on the sling and took a good bit more of the toy in his ass. I slowly pushed more and more, until he had it in all the way to the knot. I pulled it back some to add lube around the knot. Joe took a good hit of poppers, and I started to work the rest of the dildo into his ass. It was so sexy to see the hair around his hole as it clung to the toy. I got a bit more of it into him, but he couldn’t get past the knot. We decided to take a break from the sling and smoke some. We sat on the bed facing each other. Joe had his back against the wall, and his legs propped up and spread, showing off his beautiful hole. I packed the pipe, Joe torched it, and we started blowing some awesome clouds. I was stroking and prodding Joe’s hole while we did this to keep him open and available. It was time to get Joe back in the sling. Before bringing the Dog back, I played in his hole with my fingers, stretching open his slit. Using fingers from both hands, I’d spread his hole open, then let it relax back. Joe was moaning and groaning from this since he really likes having his hole made into a gape. Now, I lubed up the dildo again and slowly inserted it into Joe’s eager ass. It slid in up the knot easily. The knot was well-lubed and ready to go in. Joe did some poppers, and I applied some pressure to the dildo. Joe raised his right leg a little and his ass ate the knot, with it popping into his hole. The great thing about the Dog is that sucking in the knot means that you get several more inches of depth, too, so the dildo had moved into his colon. Joe’s ass can take some really wide toys, so getting this in past the knot was more about getting past his second hole. I saw Joe’s eyes widen with surprise when the toy slipped inside. The best thing to do was to let it rest there for a while so that he could get used to the feeling of width and depth combined. Still, I couldn’t resist the occasional tap on the dildo, which sent vibrations up through his ass. His hole was stretched around the base of the dildo, and I’d run my fingers around and through the hair at his entrance. Since I’ve ridden the Dog many times, I knew what it felt like to be penetrated deep while being opened wide. One of my favorite things to do is to slowly turn it while it’s inside me. The bulge from the knot is more horizontal, so twisting it inside brings a whole new range of sensations. Minor twisting movements create major feelings inside, so I went easy on him. We played this way for a while. I’d twist the dildo and sometimes pull it back so that the knot would threaten to come back out. Joe’s cock was leaking precum which I gladly scooped into my mouth. If I twisted the toy while his cock was in my mouth, I’d be rewarded with a spurt of tasty juices, which we both enjoyed. After a while, Joe told me that wanted to move the knot back out and try to take it again. I applied more lube around his hole, and he took some deep hits of poppers. I started to back the toy out of his ass, and he was loving the feelings. Once the knot was about halfway out, the rest of the toy started to slide out, but I caught it and, looking deep into Joe’s sexy eyes, plunged it back in past the knot. His cock shot a ton of precum with this action. I licked it off his hairy belly and bush. Joe then asked to have it taken all the way out. This time, after getting past the knot, I let the toy come all the way out. His hole was gaped open and leaking lube. The look of triumph on Joe’s face told me how much he enjoyed riding the Dog. Joe slipped his cock back inside his soaking jock, and I helped him out of the sling.

The next morning I awoke not in my bed but in a dimly lit room with red lights all around. I could not see much but noticed I was laying on what looked like an operating table. That’s when I saw Michael standing over me fully nude and erect holding a toilet brush of all things. “Good morning boy, are you ready for my cock.” He said jovially “Yes sir I want it more than anything” I said springing up “That’s what I like to here, on your knees” I got on my knees as quickly as possible “Now boy you need to get your hole ready for my seed, you’re going to fuck yourself real roughly with this until your cunt is nice and bloody” I looked at him confused when he added “boy my seed is special and when I breed you I’m going to pass it to you, by bleeding your hole your more likely to get my special gift, you want that don’t you boy” I almost snatched the brush out of his hand as I began raping my cunt with it. As I stared at his massive erect cock I noticed there was something different. Where his Prince Albert had been a continuous ring it now came to two sharp points, and along his shaft was a series of metal rings connected to a leather strap. I felt the blood dripping onto my hand when Michael pulled me up. “Good faggot now you’re ready for my poz cock” he said bending me over the table “Yes daddy give me your poz cock” I had no idea what that meant but I wanted everything Michael could give me. “Oh you stupid fag, you don’t even know what your asking for” he said as he flipped me onto the table facing him as his cold pa rubbed my cunt. He began pointing to his numerous biohazard tattoos. “Do you know what this means fag” I shook my head “It means that I have HIV” he continued pointing at the scorpion on his thigh. “And this one means that I like to infect others” I froze. I had always been scared of getting sick, several times throwing myself into panic attacks far worse than the cold I was worried about. This however was the worst of all illnesses. I remembered learning about the AIDS epidemic in school and how incurable HIV was. Then I looked up at Michael, he didn’t look sick, in fact he looked like a god walking. If he had HIV then so would I. I was his and would happily take anything and everything he gave me. “Please give me HIV sir, fill my cunt with your viral load. Please, please I need it” I begged as he slammed into me, bottoming out in a single thrust. “Yeah boy beg for me to poz your little net cunt, beg for me to rape you till your filled” he grunted into my ear I just moaned as he stuck his massive tongue between my lips and began to tongue fuck my mouth. This went on, us fully linked for what felt like a blissful eternity, before he pulled his mouth from mine. “This is your last chance boy, no turning back are you sure you want this.” He asked “Yes daddy get me pregnant with your aids baby” I moaned fully expecting to be hit again but he just went back to kissing me I felt his load shoot into me, hitting hard past my second hole and filling me up. Instead of pulling out however daddy kept fucking me still hard as a rock. We went on for hours til eventually daddy’s balls were empty. Once he pulled out he stuck his fist straight in and began fisting me. “Hold it in son don’t let any of my precious virus fall out. I’ll make sure it goes all the way in.” He kept fisting me till all his seed was past my second hole. I was exhausted after that, when he began strapping me to the table. “Daddy what’s” “Don’t worry son I’ll make sure you’re well used but you’re not leaving this room until you test positive” he comforted me as he brought a fucking machine with a massive dildo on it up to my hole. I began moaning as he fucked his dirty wet cock into my mouth. Once his cock was clean he grabbed a breathing mask off the wall and put it on me. “This’ll keep you nice and poppered up, have fun son.” He said as he turned on the fucking machine and left. A long time after he left daddy came back down and pulled my mask off. “ your boss is calling son do you wanna answer him” daddy asked “Yes daddy” I said obediently He answered the phone and I heard my bosses voice. “Hey Scott, just wanted to check up on you, and see how you’re finding the cabin” said my boss “It’s amazing I’ve never enjoyed anything this much sir” I responded as daddy turned of the fucking machine and switched the dildo for one the size of my torso. “That’s great to here, what do you think of the activities” “The activities are OH” I moaned out as daddy started the machine up again “ great” I forced out “I’m happy to hear that, all the others have been busts so it seems like we’re going with yours” said my boss “Oh by the way could I take the next two weeks off, me and my owner have been really getting along and I’d love to just stay til the company trip” I added as daddy smile at my Freudian slip “Um yeah that works, see you there in two weeks” he said hanging up “Good boy” said daddy as he moved the fuck machine away and slid inside me “but you know you’re never going back to work don’t you son.” I smiled up at him “of course daddy” — I think I’m only going to add one more post tying things up, but thank y’all so much for the support, I really appreciate it.

PART 5 “Good boy,” said Uncle Drew when I got to him. “You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” I just nodded my head positively. “You don’t need to be shy,” he said. “Jeremiah, you are my nephew and I love you. I want to make love to you and plant my seed deep inside you. We will be connected forever, because I will always be a part of you. Every time you have sex with another man, you will remember that I was your first.” “It hurt back in the bedroom,” I said. “I know, but pain is a big part of all of this. Over time, you will only feel pleasure. But I like to be rough with my bottoms. And now you’re my favorite.” "For real?" “Come here, let me show you. I’m going to turn you into a first-class cumdump.” Uncle Drew slapped me so hard in the face that I fell to the floor. I was still kneeling, trying to get up, when he pulled me by my hair and stuck his dick in my mouth. He put it hard down my throat, and that made me gag. I tried to escape, because I couldn't breathe, but my uncle's hands were holding my head firmly. When he saw that I was going to try to grab him with my hands, Uncle Drew kicked me in the nuts. That hurt, but I couldn't scream because my mouth was too busy. “Do you think this is your choice?” he asked. “You lost your right to choose when you teased me, Jeremiah. Now you will be my slave. You can cry, scream, but this will stop when I want, and only then. Do you understand?” At that moment, he took his dick out of my mouth, so I could answer. “Yes, sir,” was all I could say. “Your life and your body belong to me now,” Uncle Drew kept saying. “You are a hot young man; my friends will pay good money to cum inside you. And you will love it, because they are all poz, just like me. Some of them even have full-blown AIDS.” I widened my eyes, remembering that I had a poz cock in my mouth. Uncle Drew laughed at my scared expression. “You said you liked my tattoos,” he continued. “The scorpion means I have a poisonous sting; the biohazard means I’m toxic. And now it’s time to put more of that charged load inside of you.” Uncle Drew made me stand up and pushed me towards the couch. He placed me with my head against the back part, on all fours, with my ass out. I thought he was going to rim my ass again, but I soon felt the glans of his cock in my hole. My uncle forced it and his dick entered me all at once; that made me scream and jump forward. “Relax, or the pain will be worse”, he said. He then started pumping slowly. It didn't hurt as much as the first time and the pleasure I was feeling was indescribable. He started pumping faster and faster and the sensation increased even more. As I felt horny, I started moaning loudly and asked him to fuck me harder. Uncle Drew started to growl loud and deep, and he did fuck me harder. When he was getting tired, instead of stopping, he started to thrust in a rhythmic and strong pace, giving several thrusts, taking almost all of his cock out of me and putting it in at once, up to his pubes. I kept on moaning like a whore; it felt so good. He then asked me to get off the couch and lay face down on it. Uncle Drew then thrust his dick back in, and every time his cock entered me, I felt my body jump, because of the force he put into the thrusts. “Do you like it when your uncle fucks you like that, Jeremiah?” he asked. “Yes, uncle, I love it.” He grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him, placing my back against his hairy chest. Uncle Drew started kissing and biting my neck as he fucked me. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked. “You want me to cum inside you.” I didn't answer anything. “Say it, I want to hear you asking for it,” he said. “I want it, uncle, I want you to cum inside me”, I gave in. “I want to feel your toxic spunk in my guts.” “That’s my good boy, I knew you were a dirty pig like me, it runs in the family.” I had to feel that man's cum in my ass again. He took my virginity and had to baptize my ass with his jizz, and that's what he did. Uncle Drew started to thrust harder and harder, squeezing my waist. I had wobbly legs as I started to moan louder, asking for that poz load. He started to scream as he was getting close and his cock started to throb very hard inside of me. I felt my ass heat up inside and that gave me a huge turn on, because I knew I had his seed in my guts. I don't know how he still had so much man juice inside him, since he had cum less than three hours before. Tired, Uncle Drew took a while to take his cock out of my ass, but I didn't complain, I just left it there, because it was giving me an amazing sensation. Little by little, he started to take his dick out and I lay down on the couch to rest. “You're learning fast,” Uncle Drew said. “You were born to be a cumdump, Jeremiah. I’m really proud of you." "Thanks Uncle." “Now let’s go to bed, it’s getting late and your training continues tomorrow.”

Pt.5 With my hands braced on the boy’s back, I watched fascinated as my cock slid in and out of him, all controlled by Mike from behind. The white cream of cum being churned up was now coating my cock, and starting to trickle down my balls. I wondered whose cum it was… maybe Mike’s?! I imagined them fucking early in the morning at the workshop, or out on the road behind the truck somewhere. This apprentice might be getting some unusual training! Although Mike was still silent, the boy was now moaning happily, and saying, “oh, yes” repeatedly. My mind wandered for a moment in this strange, dream-like state Mike had somehow made for me—I thought how lucky it was that I had douched thoroughly last night to have a play with my big dildo. It felt like I must still be clean inside, and also, it had probably helped me to take Mike’s dick so easily. Like I said before, I often don’t get very hard when I’m being fucked, and I’m not a great top because I cum too quickly. Although people tell me I have a fine cock. Maybe I should practice more. In a change of rhythm, Mike pulled my cock all the way out of the boy and plunged it straight back in again, but now not moving his own cock. He was planted far into me, and I could feel his strong body and hi-vis shirt pressed against my naked back. He was now feeling a bit hot, maybe starting to sweat under the shirt. The boy cried out happily, a sound of sheer pleasure taken to a new level. Mike did this a couple of times, each time pulling it right out, my cock covered in creamy cum juices, or whatever it was inside the boy, then ramming it back—he somehow managed to aim my cock confidently right back into the loose, unresisting hole each time, just using his hands guiding my hips. On the third of these strokes, as I was pulled out of him, the apprentice, with his cute, deep, young voice, said, “Fuck me, daddies!”. My mind had been in a different space, not really thinking about cumming—but suddenly, I felt that my balls were about to explode. I yelled, “Fuuuuuck!” And Mike, realising what was about to happen, held my hips forward and my cock deep in the hole. My cock unleashed its usual flood of cum into the boy’s ass. I cum a lot… it always surprises anyone giving me a blow-job. I guess the boy could feel it pumping as his back tensed up a bit under my hands, and he let out a combination of a long moan and sigh.

Author's note: I know it took me more than 2 years, but I'm back with another chapter to this story. I have a lot of ideas and I want it to keep going as long as you enjoy it. Have fun. ____________________________________________________________ PART 4 I was desperate. As great as the sex with my uncle was, I wasn't prepared for what he did to me. What was I going to do now? It would be impossible for my parents not to find out I was gay if I had HIV. I would need to go to the doctor to start some type of treatment and that would be in the system forever. Tears streamed down my face as I remained on the bed in the same position. Uncle Drew had told me there was no point in crying, but what else could I do? It was too late for me to go back now. And even if I didn't get the bug after our first time, he promised he would keep fucking me until my parents got back from their trip. And he would rape me again if I refused. About two hours after everything happened, I decided to get up and go to the living room. Uncle Drew was sitting on the couch, with a bottle of beer in his hand, watching a football game on TV. As I approached, he pressed a button on the remote control, muting the TV. “Do you want to repeat it all so quickly?” he asked. “No, I just want to talk,” I replied. “You should have put clothes on first.” I looked down and realized I was naked. I hadn't thought of anything when I got out of bed and went to talk to my uncle. I hadn't realized I wasn't wearing anything, but now I could feel his seed running down my leg. I just needed answers and I wanted to know if he had told me the truth. “Were you serious?” I asked. “About what?” he said. “When you said you had HIV.” “Yes Jeremiah, I have never been so serious in my entire life. And now the virus is inside of you too.” “Why would you do that?” I asked, hurt. “Hey, don't blame it on me, you were the one who said you wanted to lose your virginity to your own uncle. You’re the one who didn’t ask me to use a condom.” “I didn’t think you would be capable of infecting me on purpose.” “Jeremiah, you need to start thinking about this as a gift.”, he said. “I would never do anything bad to my own nephew, even if his father is an asshole. But you must answer one question, what is every gay man’s greatest fear?” “Getting the bug,” I replied. “And now you no longer need to have that fear, because you already have it. Isn't that great? I’ve been living with this for years and it has been the best years of my life.” As much as I didn't want to admit it, what Uncle Drew said made sense. It was a completely twisted and strange thought, but I could see the logic behind the things he said. “And what do I do now?” I asked. “You don't have to do anything,” Uncle Drew replied. “But if you want my advice, you’re young, hot, and you have a huge beautiful dick, almost as big as mine. I would take advantage of that and fuck every guy who wanted me.” “But wouldn’t that be risky?” “Not anymore, because now you are free. I freed you. My DNA is running through your veins now. And if you want, I can help you achieve many things.” "I’m not sure." “I know this turns you on, you have a hard on right now. Now come, it’s time for you to have your second lesson.” Uncle Drew took off the thin shorts he was wearing and I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear. As much as I was still scared, I had to admit that the idea of him fucking me again excited me more than anything. So, without thinking much about the consequences, I walked towards him.

Pt 6 After a moment of stillness, while we all rested in a weirdly intimate position, locked together by our cocks, Mike calmly withdrew his cock from my totally worn-out ass and stepped away. I could feel that nothing much leaked out, as his cum was still so deep inside. I slid out of the boy, my cock already going soft, covered in someone else’s cream, thinking I’d finally get to rest, but Mike pushed firmly down on my head, sending me to my knees behind the boy, who was still bent over against the shed. He said, “Eat it.” The boy just stood there bent over, his cute slim ass in front of my face, and I saw his hole twitch slightly… which I have to admit was inviting. I glanced at Mike, already putting his dick away in his shorts, then leaned forward to run my tongue upwards over his apprentice's hole, and it opened a bit outwards, the lips giving an invitation. I thought, whatever, fuck it, and pushed my face into the boy’s warm ass, between his cheeks, all wet and strongly smelling of cum—my mouth closed on his sweet young hole, and I pushed my tongue up into it. I heard Mike say, “Did he cum too quick for you?” and the boy replied, “Yeah, for sure. I was just getting into it.” Mike replied, in the tone of someone giving permission, “You can punish it. His ass can take more.” I thought… what? At that moment, the boy pushed his pussy outwards and released a huge belch of pure cum directly into my conveniently positioned, open mouth. Fuck, that was a bit unexpected! I leaned back in surprise as I realised firstly that this was indeed far, far more cum than just my load… and secondly that it was so much, it filled and overflowed my mouth. As I tried to swallow some of it, it was waterfalling down my chin. I love the taste of cum, but this was verging on grotesque. Just too much of the ripe taste and too much to swallow it all. As I was thinking to spit some of it out, the boy turned casually and pushed me backwards onto the grass. He kicked his shorts off, over his work boots, and stepped forward over my naked body, one foot on each side of me. Then he sat down on my face, hard, pushing his hole against my mouth, with his hairy balls blocking my nose. And he just sat there. I waited a moment and then tried to push him off… but despite being slim, he was in the stronger position, literally sitting on me. I couldn’t breathe, and my mouth was still full of cum. I swallowed as much of it as I could, but that didn’t help me to breath. Then, I felt him open his ass again and before I could close my mouth properly, he pushed another flood of cum into it—it felt like another huge amount, as much as the first time. Good grief—how many guys had fucked this boy this morning?! Unbelievable. He stood up abruptly, and remained standing over me, one boot on either side of my face. Finally able to breath through my nose, but with my mouth overflowing with cum, I had a moment of panic, as if I was drowning. I tried to breathe, spit, and swallow all at the same time, which resulted in ridiculous choking and snorting. The boy stepped away and I rolled over, groaning and spluttering, trying to wipe streams of sticky cum from my face but just spreading it around. Finally, I lay on the grass to rest, with my eyes closed. I thought ‘fuck, I have cum leaking out of my nose. How is that even possible?’

Michael began preparing breakfast as I stood, unsure of what to do. “Oh shit you haven’t eaten since you got here have you boy” he asked I shook my head suddenly feeling my hunger. “Damn, well guess you’ll be able to eat once your throats trained. If it takes long enough I might get you an IV but you’re a fast learner aren’t you” he said as he slammed 3 fingers through the pig hole and into my cunt. I tried to moan but the gag held my windpipe closed so only a slight sound came from the air tube. I felt myself getting more and more light headed as the lack of oxygen got to me. After Michael’s toast was done he removed his fingers from my hole and I nearly collapsed without his support. “Don’t be so dramatic you don’t need all that extra oxygen you’re fine” I nodded obediently, Michael knew best after all. — After Michael finished his breakfast he brought me up to the attic. I had expected some kinky unimaginable sex dungeon but instead saw a standard attic. The only difference was that one of the weird hammocks from the porn was in the middle next to a table of squirt bottles. “That boy” said Michael “is a sling, it’s one of the best ways for a fag to present his cunt for use.” He hefted me up into it, locking my hands and legs onto the support chains so I could do nothing to stop him, not that I would ever think of keeping Michael from what he wants. He grabbed another piece of plastic tubing, this one in the shape of a y and attached one end to my breathing tube. On the other he attached a small brown bottle with a nozzle, leaving the third end open. My head started to get even lighter than before an I felt myself loosening. “Last night after you passed out I managed to work my way up to your second hole, do you know what that is boy?” He asked and I lazily shook my head in response “well it’s a sluts true hole. Everything I’ve been stretching is only made to keep fags from pretending to be real men and breeding each other, only a true man has a cock long enough to penetrate it and once I do you’ll feel unimaginable pleasure, do you want that piggy?” I nodded violently in response “Atta boy” he said as he ripped out my pig hole. “Looks like this did its job your holes not closing a bit” He began pushing his hand into my cunt and I was shocked when it fit perfectly. He kept working in and out getting closer and closer to my inner slut hole. In my haze all I could feel was pleasure. Clear liquid leaked from my cage onto my belly After who knows how long I felt a jolt and realized Michael was rubbing my inner hole. He just smiled at me before I felt one of his fingers pierce it. Ecstasy and pain ran through my body. He continued with the tips of his other fingers before violently open his hand, and my inner hole in the process. I came instantly, the white cum seeping out of the cage. Once Michael was past the second hole I kept rolling from orgasm to orgasm with maybe a minute between each. After an hour I stopped producing cum just more and more clear liquid. This kept going for hours when I felt a pressure at my cunt. Michael was trying to get his second arm in. I tried to be as loose as possible as Micheal jabed his both his massive muscled arms into me. I expect him to keep fisting me but instead I felt his fingers wrap around my second hole. “Here comes the finale boy, are you ready?” he asked. I, barely conscious, nodded anything he gave me I would take. I then felt a sudden pull as I realized what was happening. Michael was pulling my ass out. I had no idea it was possible but started pushing to make it easier for him. After a minute of pulling and pushing his arms slipped out of my exposed guts. “Now that’s a prolapse boy.” He said picking me up. When he finally put me down in the bathroom I saw my massive prolapse falling out of my anus. Michael slapped it as he led me to my bed. “That’s amazing progress boy, hell you might be able to take my cock tomorrow” he said as he suddenly ripped the breathing tube out of my mouth. “Now let’s check on that throat.” He laid me down on the bed with my head just off the side as he undid the strap around my head. As soon as it was off I expected the toy to be forced out but I found that I was perfectly comfortable with it in me. “Good boy” said Michael as he slowly pulled it out. I was surprised that after it was fully out I felt empty like I needed to be filled. “Please daddy fuck my throat” I moan right before Michael slapped me hard. “ im not your daddy yet faggot, you ain’t earned the right to call me that so open your mouth before I break your jaw slut” he screamed I could tell he was mad as he violently pounded my throat. I felt myself being cut by his piercing and bruised by the force. His massive sticky balls slapped my forehead and I breathe in their rank mansmell every time Michael pulled out. He then bottomed out and screamed. “TAKE MY TOXIC CUM YOU FUCKING FAGGOT” After he blew his load straight into my stomach he pulled out patted my cheek then went to bed.

I prefer my btms in my sling at home. On the road I prefer then on all fours ass exposed ready for my mounting. Either way they gotta wear a harness for me to tug on. I keep an extra harness available for btms that dont have one. Basic equipment in my mind.

Oh, I have been a cumdump slut this trip!! Feels good. Last night I was back in the city staying a the same hotel. As soon as I got there, I posted on the apps and got ready. It wasn't long and I got hit up by a guy who wanted to fuck me. He wasn't far away, wanted completely anon. I am into that so I got ass up on the bed and put a blindfold on. For some reason I think in a previous trip, maybe a year or two ago he had fucked me. So he enters (pushes my door open). Comes in, you can hear the rustle of clothes, you can hear the clink of the belt and then you feel a cock poking at my hole! its so HOT! He fucked me, lubed me, slapped my ass. He rode me hard, he rode me soft. It was definitely fun. I begged for his load but he said that it takes him a long time to cum. Then all of the sudden, he pulled out and had to go! Now I am sure that he has fucked me before, my guess, his train from the train station was about to leave and he needed to go! It was fun, but a little disappointing. NEXT I got hit up on sniffies by another guy wanting to breed. This time it was not anon, but I like a dark room and to be waiting ass up. He enters, again you hear the rustle of clothes and the belt and the pants/clothes coming off. I don't even turn around. I wait for it!! He knows another guy fucked be but did not cum. He made mention that he could slide into my hole easily. He was having fun, It wasn't too long and he pumped a load into me..... but he wasn't done. He just kept on fucking and using my hole in every direction. I think he was enjoying the lube he just pumped into me. He kept on fucking and before long he blew another load into me. Load # 2 He got dressed and was out the door, I did not even turn around. Number 3 had hit me up earlier and asked if my hole was loaded. At that time I told him no. So I just sent him a message, two loads in!! He was right on it. I think he was waiting for me to have a loaded hole. He was on his way. He again wanted me ass up waiting, my favorite way to be! He came in, again you could hear the familiar clothes coming off. I felt his hands on my ass then a tongue teasing my hole. He wanted to taste the previous person. He rimmed my hole for a little bit. It felt great!! It wasn't too long and he was ready to breed me. He pushed into me (I love it full throttle), and started pumping away. Oh did it feel good..... after a few minutes he completely stopped, you could feel his cock pump a load into me. Load #3 Then he started pumping again. It felt great with more cum as lube, he was pumping away on my sloppy cum hole when he "stopped", you could feel it, Load #4. Then he started fucking me again., This is when I really like it, It gets silky smooth and sloppy, Then he stops.... Load #5, Then he starts pumping again.... OMG, I can feel how wet and wonderful my hole is. This is what I put my ass out there for. Love it filled with cum, Then he stops, Load # 6 was delivered to my hole OMG. Was that great!! I would have loved a few more, I hung out on the apps for a bit but then drifted off to sleep with 6 loads in me..... Thank you Chicago. I will be back very soon!! Denver next week and then at least two more trips to Chicago in the very near future.

Not sure where this story is coming from, I've never written anything like this before... anyway, seem to be on a roll with it now! Pt.4 Mike took his hand from my eyes, and I saw that the apprentice had stripped off his singlet and dropped the shorts to his ankles— his ass was pressed against me with my cock inside. Unbelievable. This day was turning out to be mad. I could also see that in turning me around, Mike had set the three of us up in a position where the boy could lean forward to brace his hands on the pump shed. He took my hands and placed them on the boy’s back. With all this now set up, Mike began fucking my hole again, deep strokes in and out—each one banging hard into me, pushing my hips forward. His hands held my waist again, moving it back and forth in coordination with his strokes. I saw now how he had planned this… I was stuck in the middle, with him pounding from behind and the boy firmly positioned on my cock. Mike could continue fucking me while using my dick as a kind of dildo to fuck the boy at the same time. I’d have to admit that this felt incredible. My ass was really tired and numb, but Mike’s control of the fucking, his long, steady strokes deep in and out, gave me a tremendous feeling. My body had long before given up any resistance, so his huge cock felt almost comfortable in me at this stage, like it was becoming part of me. And now, my own cock was so hard and being used to fuck the apprentice, under Mike’s control. Hmm… perhaps I was starting to have fun 😉 On the other hand, my knees and legs were getting tired from standing and getting pounded for so long. I felt that I really needed give them a rest soon. Like in a dream, from a distance, I watched my dick being pumped steadily in and out of the boy’s hole. It felt really soft inside and, I thought, not at all tight like young guys usually are. Each time on the way out, I saw his slightly hairy hole open outwards a bit, with beautiful lips like a pussy around my hard-on. Soft and very wet is how it felt, and I also noticed that as my cock was withdrawn, it seemed to be getting a covering of juices from inside him… and then a small trickle of these white, creamy juices began to run out of his hole and drip down. Fuck! This guy was pre-loaded!

PART 2 “I always wanted to know the size of your dick, I figured at least eight inches,” I said as I ran my hand over my uncle's pants. “Try ten,” he replied. I widened my eyes and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard as iron. That cock was drooling and very wet with pre cum. “Suck that cock,” my uncle ordered. I knelt on the floor in front of him and licked his glans. Uncle Drew tasted good in my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, he took off the white t-shirt he wore. So I could see his hairy belly and his tattoos. He had a scorpion on the left side and a biohazard symbol on the right side. “I always liked your tattoos, uncle,” I said. “Talk less and suck more,” he said. His cock was really big and I couldn't even get half of it in my mouth. Uncle Drew had his eyes closed and his muscular arms were behind his head. “I think you are becoming my favorite nephew,” he said. I continued sucking until my mouth ached, but he didn't cum. Every now and then Uncle Drew would slap me hard across the face, but I kind of liked it. He wanted to make me understand that he was the real man there, while I was just a little bitch ready to serve. “I want to fuck you in your bed,” he said. My uncle got up and went to my room. I ran after him, desperate to please this man who had been a part of my dreams since I was a child. “Take off your clothes and get in bed on all fours,” he ordered. I was nervous, but I took off my shirt and the shorts I was wearing. I had a jockstrap underneath because I had been exercising earlier. When he saw that, he told me not to take the jock off, because he liked it. I climbed into bed wearing only socks and the white jockstrap. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but then I felt something hot and wet on my ass. Uncle Drew was sticking his tongue inside me and it felt really good. I started moaning as he tongue-fucked me, that was the best thing I had ever felt. “You're tight,” he said. I only managed to moan in response. “I'll leave a gap in you when I'm done,” he decreed. Uncle Drew then put a finger inside me and it felt really good. Then I felt a second finger enter me and it started to hurt a little because he scratched me with his nails, but I took it in silence. The man positioned himself behind me and started rubbing the head of his cock in my hole. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. "Yes, uncle, fuck me, please." "There's no going back." "I know, I want you to fuck me hard." “You're really going to regret what you're doing,” Uncle Drew warned me. Then he started to force the head of his cock into my hole. That was really big, but then it came in with a pop noise. And that was when I fainted from the pain I felt.

I live some way out of town, on a farming property. I’m not the farmer, though, I have a town job - others in the family take care of stuff out on the place. One of the things I love most is the rare occasion I find myself home alone… I love the quiet, the big space of the view across the valley, the sense of calm, and being far away from other people for a period of time. Today was one of those days—the rest of the household is away for a week. I woke up naked in bed after a Saturday sleep-in and decided not to bother putting on any clothes (naturally). So good to have the house to myself. I opened up all the windows, as it was a nice summer morning. Made some tea and sat on the verandah for a while, just enjoying the peace with the cat, watching the horses grazing down the hill. I noticed that some of the plants on the verandah needed water, so I made a mental note to come back and fix them shortly. Heading back inside, I turned on some music. Since no one else was home, I turned it up loud so I could hear it everywhere. I tidied the kitchen a bit, then went out to the other side of the house to bring a bucket of water for the plants. Soon after, I was working my way down the row of plant pots on the front verandah, watering and enjoying the cool summer breeze on my naked ass. Another good thing about this place is you can hear a car or truck coming up the gravel road from quite a distance away, so there is plenty of time to pull on some pants if anyone comes in. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a tentative voice very close say “um… hey…?”. I spun around in surprise to find a slim young lad in tradies shorts and a singlet standing awkwardly on the verandah steps. There was a small truck parked in the drive, and I suddenly remembered that the plumber was coming to look at a problem with our water pump today. Damn, with my music so loud, I didn’t hear them drive in! Realising that the boy had already seen everything there is to see of me naked, and that I would have to walk the full length of the verandah anyway to go inside and get dressed, I said “Oh, sorry - forgot you guys were coming. I should put some clothes on”. Being polite, I guess, he just said, “No worries. Mike is around looking at the pump now—he asked me to let you know we’re here.” At this point, Mike walked around the side of the house and came towards us. He is a pretty decent guy, few words, just gets stuff done - mid-30s, strong and with a full ginger beard. Clearly, he saw that I was naked talking to his apprentice, but there was no outward reaction in his expression. At that moment, I became aware of two things: firstly, during the few moments I’d been talking with the boy, he had been looking mostly at my cock; secondly, given the attention, it was starting to get half-hard, lifting up a bit. Good grief. It’s so embarrassing, but there's nowhere to hide now. Mike, coming up to stand with us, said, “I can see the problem. Grab your boots, I’ll show you.” He glanced at my boots, right next to where he was standing on the step. Thinking this is foolish, but they’re kind of acting like nothing is wrong, and there’s almost no point putting pants on at this stage; I walked towards Mike and pulled the boots onto my bare feet. He was already heading off back around the side by the time I got down the steps, with the boy following a bit awkwardly close to me. As we turned the corner, his warm shoulder brushed mine. Mike was standing by the pump shed, which is about chest height, just to cover the water pump from the weather. He gestured down for me to look inside and said, “At the back, there’s a drip, so it’s losing pressure - just needs a new seal.” I had to crouch down to look inside where he was pointing. True enough, there was a small leak dripping. As I had my head down looking, he took a step back from looking over my shoulder. I turned my head and found myself face-to-face with an enormous cock, flopped out of his shorts. It had a drop of pre-cum on the end of it. I looked up at his face, and he just nodded, so I knew what to do…

While I’m sure they do have their hands full, @ellentonboy is not wrong - that smacks of the tone-deaf attitude BBRTS takes toward public relations and customer service. Anyone - anyone - with a paying customer base and a molecule of common sense would include in such a notice “We apologize for the inconvenience”. Instead, it is made tonally clear that we are an inconvenience, and would we please just shut up about it. But he knows there’s no one else offering quite the same service with quite the same array of features, so he doesn’t have to worry about pissing off his user base - the well of horny fuckers is bottomless. I just wonder how he’ll fare if/when some proper competition shows up.

I guess it depends. At home, I like them in the sling, tip of the backbone juuuuust over the edge of the sling so their Hole is completely available. If it's comfortable enough for the bottom, I clip the ankle loops to the chains adjacent to his head, thus offering his Hole in the most exposed, appealing way. It doesn't work very well for really tall guys though. I have a small round metal stool with the post going into threaded receptacle, so I can adjust my height relative to the Hole easily. Thus after the "getting to know you a little bit" part: If we're fucking on a plane surface - like a bed or fuckbench - I like a bottom on his hands and knees to: 1. turn his head to either side (whichever is most comfortable for him) - 2. lay his shoulders down on the bed/fuckbench/flat surface, keeping his head turned - 3. arch his back in a concave fashion, so as much of his belly is also on the plane-surface, which places his Hole in the highest possible position relative to his body - 4. spread his knees as wide as possible (and still comfortable). Thus, I wind up with an elevated Hole, higher than the rest of his body, staring me in the face, and not much else. The rest of the bottom's body somewhat "recedes" into the background, with his Hole elevated, thrust outward towards my mouth (and eventually my Cock), enhancing the focus totally on the Hole. In the fuckjoints, I don't have that kind of control, so I come as close to I can without bothering the guys Breeding on either side of me. That wouldn't be fair to the other Breeders.

I think you're reading more into that quick, very direct message than there is. I've worked on site down escalations and I'm guessing that they have their hands full getting replacement hardware in place and getting back to a known-good operational state. Having done it myself, I read it as being a very fast note to let people know they're on it and to set expectations.

fucking beautiful - I know what I'd be having for lunch that day - I'd suck that for the first 55 mins, then breed it for the last 5 of my lunch hour 🙂

Pt.3 Having spent a good while warming up down my throat, Mike was now simply using my ass as a hole to pound his tool into. Once he started fucking, it was steady and focused, just like all his work—each stroke pulling out right to the point of almost popping out, the tip only just still inside me, then driving forward the full length of his cock, balls deep. I had to support myself against the wall, where Mike had put my hands, my head down, trying to accommodate what he was doing to me without too much resistance. I couldn't move my ass away because Mike was holding my hips firmly in the position he wanted. After several long, hard strokes, I let out an involuntary whimper and tried to shuffle my feet a bit, but Mike said sharply, ‘Stay’. From this point, he didn’t change the pace, just steadily railing my hole—a constant, relentless rhythm, like a machine. Long minutes went by, and then more. I started to space out, this was all so surreal, and the deep rhythm of the fucking was both numbing and also… well, such a fantastic feeling. My body was just taken over by Mike, his cock fucking me all the way to the end; a total mind/body fuck. I lost track of time as this went on, until without any sign of a change to the rhythm, or a change to his breathing (Mike seemed not to be even sweating despite the workout, from what I could tell), he suddenly stopped at the balls-deep end of the stroke, leaned forward to my ear and said ‘unloading’. His beard brushed across the back of my neck. Bringing my mind back from wherever it had gone, I became aware of his cock pulsing repeatedly, his balls tight against my ass… and I knew he was breeding me so deep that his seed would be with me for the rest of the day, at least. I let out a groan of relief that it was over—feeling very strange, a powerful pleasure mixed with discomfort and humiliation. I noticed that my own cock was fully hard, even though it often isn’t when I get fucked. I heard Mike say something quietly, with his cock still planted in me, and the boy mumbled something in response. So, he was still there, to add to my embarrassment. Without speaking to me, Mike put one hand over my eyes and put the other around me, holding my arms tight and turning me around, his cock still deep inside. Almost before I had a chance to think, ‘What the hell?’, I felt a touch to my cock, and then something soft, warm and wet began to slide over it… omg… is the apprentice sucking me? I tensed up, trying to figure out what was going on. Damn. Then I felt his skinny ass cheeks touch my body, and he laughed quietly… he had taken my erect cock all the way into his young ass.

Pt2 I put my tongue out and let it gently touch the drop of pre-cum, drawing it into my mouth. Mmmm that sweet taste, after which there is no going back… I opened my mouth and put it all the way around Mike’s cock, with my face right up into his red-haired crotch. He smelled both manly and clean, a faint smell of soap. Even still not fully hard, he was touching the back of my throat. As I started sucking his cock, drawing my lips and tongue back and forth along the length of it, I felt him quickly getting bigger and harder. My jaw had to open wider as his cock got surprisingly much fatter. He made no sound but put his hand firmly on my shoulder, which I took as a signal to continue. After a few minutes, he put his hands on either side of my head and held it still, so he could begin to fuck my face. He pumped his cock in and out steadily and calmly—but each inward thrust pushed firmly, kind of sternly, against my throat… and I started to get the message that he was going to persist until it opened for him all the way. After one of these thrusts, as I was trying to relax my throat to take the hard head of Mike’s cock into my neck, I heard a twig snap underfoot on the ground nearby and remembered the boy. He was still nearby, apparently, or maybe walking away. Sensing my moment of distraction, Mike’s next push was stronger and he kept pushing, not pulling back. My throat muscles almost reflexively opened and he was in— I felt his hard mushroom head pop through, followed by a terrifying length of hard, merciless dick. Luckily, I had prepared the angle of my neck for it, so although it felt like a shocking intrusion into a vulnerable part of my body, at least I took it in without too much pain. As I knew he would, he held my head firmly with his cock far down my throat… forcing me to get used to it. I had to shut my eyes, telling myself to just relax (as if that was possible) and wait. Eventually, he decided that he’d blocked my breathing for long enough and slowly withdrew… I coughed up a handful of saliva, but he was already putting his cock back into my mouth. He now settled into a pattern of fucking my mouth while regularly pushing it through into my neck, more and more often, and keeping it down there for longer. I could feel my face turning red and a waterfall of saliva running down my chin onto my naked chest, trickling down to my cock and dripping off my balls onto the ground. A thought passed through my mind, slightly amused that only a short while before, I had felt embarrassed about being caught naked—my shame had now progressed to a new level. After an eternity in which I just had to let go of control and any sense of time, while Mike had his way with my mouth and my throat, just taking what he wanted, he eventually pulled out. I was thinking about how sore my throat would be tomorrow for a moment, but Mike just said, “Up”. I got to my feet a bit slowly, my knees sore and stiff from so long kneeling on the grass. Mike’s cock was huge and rock hard, rooted in his beautiful ginger pubic hair, shining wet and dripping with all the water he had pumped from my mouth and throat. It was long and really fat towards the base, tapering a bit towards the end, then topped off with a big mushroom. A porn star’s cock. Without any more words, he firmly took my arm and turned me around, pushing me toward the wall of the house, with my back to him. He took each of my hands and placed them on the wall, then let go. I stood there, feeling exposed, naked mentally as well as physically now, looking at the wall. I was feeling I should brace myself but more just resigned to what must be coming next. To be fair, although I was starting to see Mike in a new light, as he revealed himself as a very in-charge top, what came next was tough but not unkind. He put his strong rough hands on my hips from behind, holding me firmly. Then I felt the tip of his wet cock touch my ass hole, and he just went in, not roughly or painfully, it was in control and firm, and I knew there was no option. Somehow, my body responded to his by just letting it happen— my hole opened for him like a flower bud, and he slid smoothly all the way in. I pushed out a bit to open myself further as he passed my second sphincter. A rush of pleasure, or something beyond pleasure, rippled upwards through my abdomen and chest, manifesting outwardly as goosebumps on my skin as Mike rested his great weapon deeply inside me. I was lost in this sensation and Mike was totally in control.

Filled with loads

PART 3 (this part might be the last one, but if you guys want more, I can try to write) I woke up to Uncle Drew slapping me across the face. I felt a huge pain in my ass and realized that he took advantage of my fainting to put his entire cock inside me, balls deep. “Wake up, boy,” he said. “It's really hurting, take it out”, I asked. “You teased me, now you'll have to take it”, the man replied. "And you better not pass out again because I want to hear your screams while I fuck you." “I don't want this anymore,” I tried to argue. "I said there was no turning back." Tears were falling from my eyes; I was in a lot of pain and I was feeling humiliated. My own uncle was raping me, that couldn't be true. I was the one who asked him to have sex with me, but that had gone too far. I couldn't take it. “So fucking tight,” he said. Then Uncle Drew started moving inside me. He pulled out almost his entire cock and I felt relief, but then he entered me again with one quick movement. I screamed out of pain and he laughed. “I thought I would treat you differently because you are part of the family,” he said. "But I'm going to give you the same gift I give to every little fag I fuck." “Uncle, please”. "Jeremiah, my DNA will be a part of you forever when I dump my charged load inside of you." I had no idea what he was talking about, I just felt the pain. He hit hard and deep. When I started to get used to it, I realized that his strokes hit my prostate and that made my own dick get hard. “You're starting to enjoy being fucked by your uncle,” he said. “It still hurts,” I complained. "You'll like it when the sweet venom of the scorpion is inside you." Uncle Drew started a hip movement very slowly, not taking his hairy chest off of my back and his mouth off of my ear. Between kisses and bites, he kept calling me a faggot with tight ass, my uncle's bitch with a hot ass, a cock swallower and a bitch in heat. “Do you want this toxic cum up your ass?” he asked then. "Yes, uncle, I do". The movement started to intensify and my body started to react as the pain lessened and the pleasure increased. So that was when he finally lifted his chest and braced the mattress with his arms to fuck me hard. I just reared my ass, forcing it against his body, and so the movements repeated faster and faster. Uncle Drew was pitching his body forward and I threw my ass back, making a loud noise. The pace was increasingly frantic and strong. “I'm going to fill your hole with cum, I'm going to breed you”, he said. Uncle Drew made a roar sound and collapsed onto my back. His cock throbbed; his body shook. I felt a hot liquid inside me and I knew he had cum. My ass was being flooded with jets and jets of spur. “Take my seed, you fucking fag,” he said. Now it was my uncle's body that didn't respond, he was completely limp on top of me, moaning, howling with pleasure. I swayed and pushed my body against his, wanting him to enter me even more, making sure my ass wouldn't lose even a drop of his precious seed. After all, that had been pretty good, even with the violence. “I said you would regret it,” he said then. “I don’t. Even though it hurt a lot, I liked that you were the one who took my virginity.” “You'll regret it now that I'm going to tell you the truth,” he said. “I am HIV positive and I am not taking my medications. The load I put deep in your hole is full of viruses. And right now, my viruses are invading your bloodstream and taking over your body. I scratched you a lot before, so they would find the easy way in.” “Why did you do that?”, I asked with wide eyes, I was scared. “You asked for it, now it's too late. I'm going to fuck you and dump my toxic cum in you every day until your parents get back from their trip. By the end of this week, you'll have become the cumdump you were meant to be. It's no use crying, Jeremiah, it's too late for that.” Then Uncle Drew slapped my ass hard, laughed, and walked out of my room. What had I gotten myself into?

It was my parents' wedding anniversary and they decided to travel for a second honeymoon. They didn't want to leave me home alone, so they asked Uncle Drew to stay with me. He was my father's younger brother, but he was at least forty. Uncle Drew was bald, furry and tattooed. His body was robust and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I knew he was gay, but I never had the courage to tell him that I was gay too, because he never really liked me. The day my parents left, he arrived at my house and he was in a foul mood. I knew he didn't want to be there, so I stayed out of his way. When night came, he prepared dinner and asked me to eat with him. “What were you doing in that room all day?” he asked. “I was playing video games, uncle,” I said. "Enough games for today, I cooked, so you'll clean up when we're done eating." “Ok". Uncle Drew got a beer from the fridge and started drinking. I took the empty dishes to the sink and started washing everything while he drank. I was wearing baggy shorts and I noticed that he glanced at my ass every now and then. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No, uncle, I'm gay just like you”, I finally confessed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No sir" He continued drinking and I finished washing the dishes. When I was about to go back to my room, he motioned for me to sit in front of him. The man was a little drunk and I realized that this wasn't his first beer. “Do your parents know you're gay?” he asked. “No, sir,” I said. "And have you had sex with a lot of boys?" "No, uncle, I'm still a virgin" Uncle Drew looked at me like he didn't believe me. But I was really telling the truth, I was still at school and I hadn't had sex with any boys. Once the PE teacher jacked with his finger in my ass, but he hadn't penetrated me. I didn't tell this to my uncle. “When I was your age, I had sex with a lot of guys,” he said. "I'm very shy" “Have you ever been attracted to anyone?” he asked. “I had a massive crush on you when I was younger”, I confessed and felt my cheeks turning red. The man looked at me as if considering what I had said, but then he shook his head and took another sip of his beer. I was disappointed, because I still wanted to lose my virginity with my own uncle. “We're never going to have sex,” he said. "Why not? I'm gay, so are you. I can see you have a hard-on." "Jeremiah, you are my nephew" “So what?” I asked. "My dad doesn't need to know." I put a hand on my uncle's knee and he pushed it away. I could see in the man's eyes that he wanted to fuck me, but he was confused. “You don't know what you're asking for”, he said. “Uncle, please, I want this”, I almost begged. I put my hand back on his knee and he took my hand in his. Instead of pulling away again, Uncle Drew brought my hand to his cock, which was hard under his jeans. Then he said: "You will bitterly regret this, boy".

I found this to be an unnecessarily “sassy” response especially when you have paying members. This, along with some of the other complaints and concerns members on this site have addressed, Perfectly explains why this site is going down the tubes fast I don’t know why so many of these types of businesses show a distain and an open contempt for their customer base

Pt. 7 The apprentice was standing nearby, I could hear him laughing at me. Lying on my side on the ground, I opened my eyes. I could see the boy’s legs near me, and Mike was over at their truck, looking for something in the back. I shut my eyes again. This was all too much. After a few moments, I heard Mike walking back and opened my eyes again. He was carrying a toolbox in one hand. Oh, that’s right—he’s supposed to be fixing the pump. In his other hand, he carried some kind of tool, maybe a wrench with a long cylindrical handle, the end foot or so of the handle covered in red rubber as a grip. He passed it to the apprentice without a word and stood next to him for a moment, looking at me. The kid was now entirely naked but for his boots, and his cock was fully erect. As I looked back at them, I suddenly noticed something… although Mike was strong and solid, and the boy was slim, they were the same height. Although youthfully slimmer, the boy’s body, I noticed, was rock-hard, and his abdomen was knitted across with a pattern of tight muscle. But what really drew my attention was that the apprentice’s cock looked exactly like Mike’s. An exact replica in size and shape. That seemed an unusual coincidence. Farout. Are they related, somehow?! Mike put his hand out and ruffled the hair on the back of the apprentice’s head roughly but affectionately, then turned away and headed towards the pump shed, opening his tool-box. The boy took a step towards me, giving the long-handled tool a gentle swing, holding it near the wrench end. He looked down at me and asked, ‘Did you like Mike’s dick in you?’ I hesitated a moment, then said, ‘Um… yeah’. ‘How much did you like it, really?’ ‘Ummm…, yeah, it’s good.’ He seemed not very impressed with this answer, giving the handle of the wrench another swing with a sulky look on his face.

I was still in bed at 6:30 am this morning when I got a message from my local 24yo FB - "morning fun? Cum over." His brother/housemate must be away 🙂 He lives only 10 minutes away, so I did a quick check to see my ass was good to go (fortunately yes) and drove over. His apartment front door was open, so I walked in and headed to his bedroom. He was naked on the bed, with his huge dick ready. I stripped off and got to work on it. A few minutes later he was banging me as hard as he could, first missionary, then doggy-style, then I ended flat on my stomach while he went to town, pounding mercilessly and as deep as possible. His cock is always hard (never seen it soft lol) but this was extreme - like a piece of wood. He unloaded for quite a long time - I can always feel his cock pumping the cum into me. He pulled out then slid back in and fucked me a bit more. We chatted a few minutes while I got dressed and he headed to the shower to get ready for work. He's a fierce dominant fucker, but in 'real life' a sweet shy kid. I drove home with a sticky wet ass, my whole body covered in his beautiful scent of musky just-woke-up boy. I had two happy thoughts for the morning: 1) top guys who are roughly half my age always seem to be a good fit 😜 2) morning hardons are awesome 🍆

I don't really blame them. All those emails are a distraction and won't lead to a faster resolution of the problem. The real question is how many people, having read the message, will email them anyway?

Eagerly awaiting use

Many of us (most?) grow up in cultures where straight is the expected default setting for everyone. Cultural norms and expectations are only a reflection of who and how some are. There are tons of people in relationships they got into because that's how things are supposed to work. How we've been conditioned to believe life should be often does not aline with reality. i'm speculating, but it's possible your wife may have married you and had sex as part of the paid price for admission to get some of the other elements that marriage includes, and you may have done the same. Not necessarily purposely or consciously, like it was planned. Many of our decisions (i think most) in life are not based on rational knowledge and understanding of our needs and wants, but based on how we feel. Typical: Q: "Why'd you get married." A: "We fell in love." Who ever enters a relationship based on identifying mutual needs/desires that make the relationship compatible and sustainable? Nah, we enter marriage contracts base on something we "fell" into lol, only to discover once we are committed that "falling into" is a tenuos (at best) foundation on which to build or maintain a relationship.

I am getting a notice "cloud fare" is protecting this site. I turned off my VPN, so I don't know what is going on with BBRT. I'm going to try and see if I can get the number for customer service. I wonder what happens if you are a paid member. I have a friend in the UK who I talk to almost daily, he's a paying member as well. I'll check to see if he can log on....

My last load was last week hooked up on dl. He said to go to his place he said he only tops with a rubber. I get to his place he takes me to a room with a mattress on the floor had me suck him hard told me to get on my stomach I did. I heard him open a drawer thought he wrapped it felt him get on top of me and he shoved his cock in me one shot next thing I know he's telling me to push back n I say did u wrap up he said no I went to feel his cock he grabbed my arms pinned me down n said I'm goin to breed you. He was much bigger then me I couldn't do a thing and when he came he was as deep as he could be n blasted a huge load in my hole. I have to say nothing has ever made me cum as many times as this has.

Thinkin about goin myself

My regular top likes me to assume the position which is on all fours, ass up, head down at the edge of the bed or couch, poppers in hand, him standing behind alternating fucking and rimming my ass.

On their stomach laying on the bed, me laying on top of them, I like humping while I fuck.

The answer is yes, all of them. I find it is much more fun to try multiple positions, and finish in one that works great for both the top and bottom.

@Leatherman667 was a slow run 😞 I only got 8. I'm doing the milk run again tonight. The trouble with counting is that I have to rely on the top to tell me if he did cum or not. After the fourth or fifth load, it is difficult to tell if the top unloaded or just faked it. But, if I am in a fuckbox, and once a top finishes and the next one gets right in, I can't tell if I should count the load or not.... Do you know of a more reliable method to count the loads other than feeling the cock spasms? Or the twitches in tops face if i can see it?

I enjoy my bottoms belly down on the bed, legs wide apart with a pillow under his crotch to raise his ass up - great position for rough deep thrusting and balls-deep breeding. On his back, in a sling, cock height - great view of my cock fucking his hole.

I woke up in my bed feeling cold and damp. As I breathed in, the pungent odor of Michael’s piss hit me. My entire bed was soaked in it along with me being fully covered. Who knows how much he had to drink to piss this much. As I got out of bed I thought about what happened. I must have had too much to drink and passed out, after all I’d always been a lightweight. When I tried to turn on the shower nothing came out. I then remembered Michael had said I would not be showering for a while. I still had the overwhelming urge to piss and without thinking went to the toilet and relaxed. Only when my piss began to spray at me did I realize my cage only had holes pointed at me not forward. I thought about stopping but realized this is what Michael wanted and continued pissing on myself. Once I was finished I began my walk to the kitchen, tempted by the breeze on my open guts I felt inside my hole. The pig hole was still in place and behind it my cunt seemed thoroughly stretched. Michael must have really gone to work when I was unconscious. As I got downstairs I expected to see Michael in the kitchen, but it along with the rest of the cabin was empty. I tried the basement and attic doors but they were both locked as well. I then remembered Michael mentioned he had been working out in the shed the previous morning. As I walked outside fully nude the brisk wind felt as if it fully penetrated me, mostly likely because my hole was wide open for penetrating. I heard what I thought at first to be music as I approached the large shed. The shed itself was nearly the same size as the cabin the only differences being it was a single story and made of sheet metal. As I opened the door my senses were assaulted. First the ripe smell of man sweat and piss. Then the loud music that had turned out not to be music at all but vigorous moans from porn playing on all the tvs. The porn itself was different on each tv, one had a man being pissed on my a group, another consisted of a man with an entire arm in his cunt, and the third was a man suspended in some kind of hammock as both his mouth and cunt we’re fucked by two burly tattooed men; both of whom had the same biohazard tattoos that Michael had across his body. Directly in front of me was the biggest shock. Michael fully nude squatting a loaded bar and landing on a massive dildo. It looked almost comical how large it was but he was taking it with ease. Michael smiled at me when he saw me, racking the bar and walking towards me. “Perfect timing boy I just finished my last rep” he said as he stood in front of me glistening in sweat “what’s wrong boy you want a taste” he followed by lifting up his arm and crouching down bringing his noxious pit into my reach. I nearly jumped at him licking up his salty bitter sweat. From his armpit I continued on his entire hairy body ingesting his sweat and smell. “Now you can’t be getting me too clean there piggy boy” he chuckled before saying “on your knees I got to piss” As I took the tip of his massive cock in my mouth I relaxed my throat preparing for his jet stream. Instead he grabbed the back of my head and slammed me down on his cock, bringing my face all the way to his oily bush. I almost threw up but his massive cock filled my throat so nothing could get by. “Good boy, I didn’t explain this earlier but fags like you need to be able to use all your holes to service men. Your cunt needs some rest so today I’m going to train your throat.” I felt his cock swell with piss as he said that and a warm mess entered my stomach After a minute he tapered off and pulled back, allowing me to breathe. “Now boy your throat is not like your cunt. Your cunt needs to be stretched gently over time, but your throat has something that prevents that. It’s called the gag reflex, and the best way to get rid of it is to beat it out. You understand what I mean don’t you” I just stared up blankly while panting like a mindless dog “I’m going to rape your throat as hard as I can for as many times as it take do you understand boy” I felt his cock growing in my mouth and suddenly he grabbed my head again and started violently slamming me into him. I felt like he was going to crush my head with how hard he was humping and my body kept forcing his ever growing cock out even as he plowed back in. The Prince Albert was making it even worse, further stretching my throat and leaving a metallic taste I hoped was not blood. After what seemed like an eternity Michael slammed my head down into his bush again as his cock swelled and spread its warmness to my stomach. As his cum entered me I gazed at the biohazard tattoo in front of me. It was centered around his pierced belly button and seemed older than the rest. I wondered why he had so many and why the men on the tv also had them. As he pulled his cock out my Gag reflex activated and my mouth filled up just as Michael covered my mouth with his hand “Oh no no, only bad boys throw up and you don’t want to see what happens to bad boys do you” Tears welled up in my eyes as I forced down the vomit. “ good boy” said Michael “ now come on to the back I’ve got something that should loosen your throat up so next times more pleasant” He pull me to my feet as he rubbed my belly then fondled my locked penis and balls. He walked towards a door on the back wall of the gym pressing a button on the way to turn off the porn. Through the door was a smaller room with a bench in the center and plenty of shelves and lockers around the room. All the shelves were covered in a variety of what I assumed were sex toys, although I could barely guess at the purpose of most. Michael walked to a locker and withdrew a long thin plastic tube and a strap. He walked along the shelves examining the different toys before settling on a long floppy one. Michael came up to me and had me sit on the bench facing him. Crouched between my legs he began to explain “Look here, today we’re going to destroy your gag reflex, but I must admit there is an easier way. What I’m going to do is lock this toy in your throat all day, but first I need to make sure you can still breathe ok boy?” I nodded without really understanding “good boy now hold still this will be uncomfortable.” He said as he began to slide the plastic tubing down one of my nostrils. It felt horrible but I’d take anything to make Michael happy, then I felt the tube start to go down my windpipe where Michael stopped. “Good job, that wasn’t so bad now was it. The one issue with this is you’re only going to get maybe a tenth of your normal oxygen but you’ll be fine you don’t need it that much do ya” I shook my head no as he patted it “Atta boy now here comes the fun part”he announced as he began to slide the toy down my throat. By the time it was fully in my gag reflex was going crazy but the strap was already on so there was nothing I could do. “Alrighty now that that’s handled I’m in the mood for breakfast” he said before we headed back to the cabin.

Thanks for all the positive feedback, I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do with this but definitely want to lengthen it so if you have any suggestions feel free to comment or pm them. — “You made the right decision come with me” Michael said as he stood up and walked toward the house grabbing his discarded jock on the way. I went to grab my briefs when he said “Don’t bother those cover up way too much” “Yes sir” I said readily. As we walked back into the house Micheal went for the door to the basement while telling me to wait there. As I stood there I probed my hole with my fingers. I felt a wetness on them realizing some of the cream was in me from when Michael fingered me. I eagerly ate it up, scraping my hole for more. When no more came out I remembered the stain on the stool Michael had left and went to lick it up. The stain tasted different, almost like cherry. I was startled when Michael came up. “My, my, someone’s already well on their way to becoming a cum pig” he spoke as I stared at him inquisitively “Oh no I don’t take cum that’s just lube from my workout this morning. You see, I like to keep my manhole nice and stretched. I never get fucked but I guess it’s just a habit from when I was young and neg.” “What does cum have to do with this” I asked on the edge of a realization. “Why boy, that's what you’ve been shoveling into that greedy little mouth. The collected cum of the hundreds of men who have been in that hot tub. Your not the first who I’ve used it on, but you are the first to empty it clean, the filter hasn’t been that clean since I bought it.” The realization hit me that I had been filling my face with cum. Who knows how many people's sperm I had just ingested. But the worst part was my cock only got harder. I should’ve been horrified but instead I was turned on, not only that I wanted more. “Do you have any more sir” I asked “No we there’s a good slut, unfortunately that’s all I had on hand but I’m sure we could get you more, but for now we’ve got to get you ready” Just as I was about to ask what I was getting ready for he put a bag on the kitchen counter and pulled out what looked like a bottle of shaving cream and a bodysuit. “Cmon upstairs let’s get you into the shower.” He commanded as he went up the stairs. When i reached the shower he already had it going “Go on clean off this is the last shower you’ll get for a while” he said handing me a washcloth As I washed he got into the suit, it was relatively loose and covered his entire body except his head. When he saw me examining it he answered “Oh this is just a coverall I got from a hardware store, can’t get this stuff on me it’s dangerous.” He gave another sly smile Once I finished washing he turned off the water and walked into the shower with the can “This right here is kind of like nair except where nair only lasts a few months this is permanent. It burns away all your hair folicles because fags like you need to be hairless so men can identify you. Not on you head though that would just look weird” He proceeded to coat my body in the foaming spray and then rub it in. “Just stand there don’t rub at it let it do it’s work, be a good boy” he said as he stepped away The next ten minutes were agony as it felt like my entire body caught fire but I did as Michael said took it. When he finally turned the water on it felt like bliss. I fell over into his now naked body and buried myself in his hair. The smell that had once repulsed me now drew me in. “Good boy now let’s go have a drink” he said as he guided me downstairs When we got to the bar he poured me a triple of some strange clear liquor I didn’t recognize. “What’s that sir” I asked “Everclear, it tastes like shit but I don’t think you’ll be able to take the next step sober” he said sliding me the glass I tried to take a sip but immediately spit it out. It was absolutely horrible. “Hm well what to do about that” he picked up my glass “ do you trust me boy” he asked I nodded obediently. He smiled in response then held my glass at the tip of his cock and began pissing. His stream was like a power washer hitting the glass with just as much splashing onto him and the ground as made it in the glass. When he filled the glass he placed it in front of me with a simple “drink up” I could smell the noxious piss from here. As I picked up the glass I remembered how good it felt to have his piss fill my guts, then how my briefs coated in his piss had felt and smelled. And with that I drank up. It tasted disgusting, worse then before but this time it was Michael’s and I didn’t want to let him down so I downed the glass in one gulp. “Well look at you it seems like you’re a true pig” he said before looking down at the piss on the floor “now clean up the mess” I knew what he meant, getting down on the ground I began licking up his piss which tasted just as disgusting as the glass. Once the floor was cleaned I moved onto Michael’s hairy tattooed legs. As I licked the piss off I got a good view of his tattoos. The right leg was mostly some kind of tribal pieces with what seemed like some vague symbols from European myth but I wasn’t certain. His left was a collection of smaller pieces with a giant scorpion on his thigh, its blood red stinger on the inner thigh pointing upwards. I finally made it to his cock and began licking the piss off the tip “Well someones eager, what the hell you deserve a treat for cleaning up, just don’t spill” he said as he pressed the head of his cock into my mouth The stream slammed into the back of my throat and went straight down into my stomach. All I had to do was keep from breathing and his jet stream would do all the work. After two minutes I was getting dizzy when I finally felt the stream taper off. He filled my mouth as he pulled out and I dutifully swallowed. “Now that’s what I like to see” he said as he grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up. My head was swimming when we sat down on the couch and I just leaned into his hairy body. “Seems like that got you ready for the next step” he said as he slid a pink ring around my balls and penis and then a matching cage over my shaft. “This here is a chastity cage, it’s made so that fags can focus on their true sex organ, the cunt. For you all being able to touch your cock would do is confuse you and I don’t want that.” I looked at the cage, it was solid pink plastic with some small pin holes around the base. Michael pushed me forward so that I was laying ass up on his lap when he began to finger my hole. “Now you’re still a bit tight but I think you’re strong and can take a little extra stretch don’t you” I nodded as he lifted up a strange silicone tube. It had to be the diameter of a coke can. He laid it on my hole and tried to push to no avail. “Well looks like we’re gonna need to cheat.” He grabbed a spray bottle and a disgustingly stained jock from the bag. He sprayed the jock and then told me to “breath fully out then fully in and hold it til i say” I did as I was told, the jock smelled like Bo and chemicals but I continue le to breathe in till my lungs were full when Michael said breathe Everything seemed lighter for a second then I felt myself open as my vision doted. I felt a pressure at my hole for a second then only felt open. When I came back to myself I realized the silicone tube Michael had been holding was inside me. “That right there boy is a pig hole, it’s gonna keep you nice and open till your cunt can’t close” I felt the air going deep into my guts as Michael hefted me up onto my feet. He guided me to a nearby chair and told me to sit on it ass up. “Now boy you still don’t know your body's own limits. Your cunt is made to stretch but your mind might get in the way. So for right now you’re going to keep sniffing on this” he began spraying the soiled jock more before stuffing it in my face “Just remember boy fully empty your lungs then fill them and hold.” He said as I began breathing in. My body started fading away again and i felt something entering my ass as if it were far away. It felt so good I couldn’t help from moaning. “Please Michael” I gasped out as I get a sharp push inside me. “Keep huffing pig boy” said Michael I could only manage a moan in response as I continued to huff. My body kept feeling lighter as my eyes got heavier. All the sensation began to fade away as I passed out.

Happy new year all! So the only resolution I made this year is to commit to finishing the stories I have started. Most of them anyway. I never intended to leave Colt and Austin for so long, after all, I dearly love these two characters. So I will do my best to post a new chapter at least once a week, hopefully sooner. Their journey together is far from over! Part 19 We had been cruising down the highway on our way to Ft. Lauderdale for a couple hours when Colt pulled over to the side of the road. I assumed it was just to piss, which of course we both had to do. Colt surprised me by grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. He used his other hand to grab the back of my neck and slammed me forcefully against my truck. "Now listen closely, faggot." He growled in my ear. His voice was cold and I knew he was in total top mode, and not to be fucked with. I shivered a bit knowing Colt had something planned. "It's payback time, you little bitch. You thought this was going to be a nice little vacation for us. Well, it will be for one of us at least." My dick grew hard in my pants at the mere idea of what Colt had possibly planned. I knew to never underestimate the depravity of his brain. "You see, faggot," he continued, "I still owe you for that little weekend you made me your bitch. And this trip is going to be my retribution." My heart pounded as I remembered everything I had done to Colt, and knew he would give it back to me 10 fold. "From this moment on, I control your existence completely. You will not piss, you will not shit, you will not do anything unless I allow it. You'll be lucky if I let you breathe, understand cunt?" He used his large body to push mine harder into my truck, forcing air out of my lungs to prove his point. "Yes Sir." I managed to gasp out. "That's right cunt, I'm your Sir, your Master. And from here on out, those are the only two ways you will address me. Do I make myself clear?" "Perfectly clear, Sir!" Colt reached around to my cock and felt it's rock hardness. He laughed a sinister laugh. "You already love it, you sick little fag. We'll see how much you love it by the end of the week." He pulled me off the truck and onto the ground. "Now get your fucking clothes off!" I was oblivious to the passing traffic as I stripped off what little I was wearing. "On your knees bitch!" He shouted. I scrambled to comply and he said, "Open your mouth!" I did and he let loose with a torrent of piss. He sprayed me from head to toe, making sure I swallowed plenty of it. Then he grabbed a large empty Gatorade bottle from inside. "If you gotta piss, do it now, you dumb cunt!" As hard as I was at the moment, I knew better than to disobey. I pointed my dick down, and after a few moments I started to dribble a stream. My dick softened slightly, and I filled the bottle up. Colt then grabbed it from me. "Piss is all you'll be drinking till we get there." He declared. "Now get in the truck!" He ordered me. I scrambled into the passenger side as he climbed back in the driver's seat. Then he peeled out and got back on the highway. He gave me the bottle of piss and I chugged it down as he smiled approvingly. "Now, first things first." He started. "Grab our treat bag and the black leather bag from the back seat." As I followed his instructions he reached out and gave my still hard cock a good slap, laughing while he did it. I placed the bags between us. "Sarge kinda messed up my plans a little bit." He continued. "Now instead of the leisurely two day trip I had planned, we need to drive the entire 18 hours in one go. After all, we don't want to miss out on those horny college boys, now do we?" I just shook my head in agreement. This wasn't good enough as Colt reached over and backhanded me. "I asked you a question!" He yelled. "No Sir." I complied as my cock throbbed. "We don't want to miss out on those horny college boys." Colt just grinned at me. "Oh this is gonna be fun. Now, reach in the leather bag and find the new cock cage I purchased." Doing as I was told, I quickly found the new cage. It was a metal one that opened down the middle to reveal little studs that lined the entire thing. It also had a tube down the middle to put in your piss hole. It looked diabolical and I shuddered a bit. Colt continued to grin as he saw the apprehension in my face. "Scary lookin, huh? Now grab some ice out of the cooler bitch. Get your faggot cock soft!" He ordered me as he handed me a ziplock baggy. I grabbed a handful and put it in the bag before placing the freezing pack on my genitals. I gasped at the sudden shock, and in just a couple minutes, my dick had gone soft and shriveled up a bit. "Now, put it on." He said in his cold, masterly tone. It took a moment to find the right ring size, and when I thought I had, Colt just calmly said, "Now get the size smaller." I did and quickly had it around my base, ready to attach the cage. Colt grabbed my hand and spit into my palm a couple times. "That will lube up the tube." He explained. I lubed it up and inserted it into my piss hole. I had never done this before and groaned as it slid into me. It was only slightly painful as it stretched my urethra open. "I like knowing my spit is inside your dick." He said. "Just another example of me owning you." My cock had started to harden again, so I quickly closed the cage, only wincing slightly as the studs dug into my cock flesh. I locked it, and the deed was done. My cock was now Colts prisoner. He reached over and gave it a hard slap which elicited a small cry from me. "Oh, daddy likes this. Daddy likes this a lot!" He laughed. "This is going to make my little bitch miserable very soon. Now load up a fat pipe faggot." He instructed me. "I hadn't planned on smoking yet, but we're behind schedule and will need to stay alert." I loaded one up as he took off his shirt and we passed it back and forth till it was gone. He pulled out a little envelope that had a sheet of paper in it. I had no idea what acid was as he tore off two little squares and placed them on my tongue. "Now, put the blindfold on." I did and he pulled me into him, his arm around me as my back rested against his strong, bare chest. We traveled down the road like this for a while as I enjoyed the feeling of my big strong Master's arm holding me, lightly stroking my chest and nipples as the truck gently swayed on the highway. After a while, I started feeling strange. Like I was floating out of my body. I realized the acid was starting to kick in, but didn't freak out. I trusted Colt, my best friend, my lover, my Master, implicitly. If anything, the acid was taking my love and devotion to Colt even deeper and I felt it way down in my soul, filling me with peace and warmth. Colt could tell this new drug was taking effect on me. I didn't even notice he had pulled the truck over until he was removing his arm from around me. I whimpered at this loss of connection. I could hear him rummage around in the bag, then felt something pressing against my lips. I parted them and a penis shaped gag entered my mouth and was quickly buckled tight. I moaned onto the gag as he spread my legs apart and fingered my hole. My nostrils were assaulted with the unmistakable odor of Icy Hot as a plug was pushed into my pussy. The burning started immediately as I moaned louder. The quick sudden pain on my nipples told me Colt had attached clamps to them. Finally, he placed noise canceling headphones on me. Pulling me back against his body, he pulled back onto the road. I started hearing stuff through the headphones. At first it was just sex noises. The sounds of men moaning and groaning as flesh pounded against flesh. The sounds of whips being used as men cried out in pain and pleasure. A rag reeking of poppers was placed over my nose. I breathed deeply, further melting my mind. Then his voice started. "You are my slave. You live to serve me. You are a pathetic faggot bitch whose only purpose is to satisfy your Master. You live for my cock. You live to worship my cock, my body, my feet, my musky asshole. You are just a lowlife fag who is thankful to serve your Master. You want my cock inside you. Deep inside you. You want my cum and piss filling your faggot slave holes. You would do anything for my cock. Anything I say. You want other men's cock deep inside you. You want their cum filling you up. You are a cumdump. A receptical for men's bodily fluids. You are a toilet. A urinal. You are a whore. A slut. A pig. You want to degrade yourself for my pleasure, my entertainment. You want nothing more than to please me. You will do anything I tell you to do. You will never question me. You will only obey." I was lost in a trance, falling deeper and deeper into Colt's dark, demented world, and I let out a surprised yelp as the plug in my ass came to life. It started vibrating and thrusting into me, hitting my prostate over and over as Colt's hypnotic voice continued on a loop. My hips started gyrating and my moans increased as reality slipped away and I entered a new plane of existence. I could feel the pain in my cock as it strained to get hard in its confines, pushing the studs deeper into my tender flesh. Colt would randomly reach down and smack my cage hard, causing me to yell while sending fireworks throughout my entire body. He would yank on my tit clamps which would only make my cock strain harder. After God only knows how long, many hours no doubt, (time was meaningless to me) we pulled into a gas station to fuel up. Colt removed my gear, except for the cage, and gave me a pair of tiny, nylon running shorts and the flip-flops. "Go in the store and buy a pack of Marlboro lights." He ordered me, handing me cash and my i.d. This was odd because Colt didn't smoke, but that honestly didn't even register in my brain at the time. Nor did it register that I was practically naked and high as a kite. Colt ordered. I obeyed. Even in my fucked up state I could feel all the eyes on me as I walked in. I didn't pay attention to them as I glided up to the counter. Maybe I should have, but I was too high. If I was paying attention, I would have noticed all the eyes on my ass and the giggles and pointing. What I had no idea of, is that the tiny black shorts I was wearing had white letters on the back that said 'cumdump'. If I had known that, I probably would have feared for my life as we were deep in southern hillbilly country. But I was totally oblivious. But Colt was looking out for me. He watched the whole time as he filled up the truck. I returned with the cigs, still oblivious to the strangers watching me walk away. But Colt wasn't. He keenly observed the reactions. "Go to the pisser." He told me. "Stand at the urinal. Wait for me. Don't turn around no matter what." I was too high to even care and simply followed instructions. I didn't know that Colt was following one guy in particular. And that this guy followed me into the bathroom. It was a small bathroom, just a stall, urinal and sink. And it wasn't clean at all. The sad little air freshener that was hanging up did nothing to dispell the foul odor. I stood at the urinal, staring at the wall as I felt the strange man come up behind me. I broke out in a nervous sweat. Colt pulled the truck around back and entered the bathroom to find this man behind me, groping my ass. I didn't know he had walked in, and I was whimpering in fear as the stranger behind me continued assaulting me. "I'd get out of here if I was you friend." The man said to Colt. "This here faggot is about to get raped." My blood ran cold as I heard these words. But then I heard my Masters voice. "Good. That's my faggot and I want you to rape him. Rape him hard!" He said as he locked the door. I felt a sense of relief when I knew my Master and protector was there. A relief that quickly vanished as I felt my shorts being ripped down. The man meant business as I felt his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Don't be gentle." Said Colt. "Hurt that fucker!" The man laughed as he grabbed my throat and slammed himself into me with one deep, hard thrust. Every nerve in my body exploded as the acid gave me sensations I had never felt before. His cock wasn't that big, but it still hurt as he had no pretense of being gentle. He started pounding me and pushed my face into the wall as I whined and cried. "Oh yea, that's it." Purred Colt, as he held poppers under my nose. "Use that stupid faggot. Fuck that queer pussy. Don't hold back! Shove that cunts face into the urinal!" And the man didn't hold back. He pounded the shit out of me as Colt urged him on. The smell of stale piss filled my nostrils as I was raped. Lick that urinal faggot!" Colt ordered. I didn't even think as my tongue shot out and started desperately licking at all the crusty, dried yellow stains. I'm sure some of it was old cum. It didn't take long before he was pumping his anonymous seed into my hungry guts. I was flying as I felt his cock throb and flex inside me. As soon as he pulled out, I instinctively dropped to my knees and started sucking him clean. "If you gotta piss, the fag will drink that down too." Said Colt. The man just laughed and started his flow into my toilet mouth. Colt snapped pics of my first official use as a truck stop urinal. When the man finished, he just zipped up and left. Didn't even say thanks. We followed and jumped in our truck and drove away. "That was hot, slut!" Colt praised me. "Wish we could have stayed longer, but too risky." We drove a bit and Colt pulled off onto a country road. He dragged me out of the truck and pushed me against it as he pulled down my shorts. With no warning he slammed his hard cock all the way into me. I screamed as much from pleasure as from pain. "Oh yea, you dirty little whore. Scream for me. Scream for your Master, you disgusting truck stop whore! You're such a filthy faggot, taking strangers dicks in a dirty bathroom. Taking strangers loads in you nasty pussy. You are a fucking pig, you piece of shit!" Colt plowed me hard as he fucked my mind and my ass. It was only a couple minutes before he was blasting his load into me to mix with the strangers. Then he quickly plugged me, clamped me, blindfolded me, gagged me and we were off again down the road, his homemade hypno playing in my ears. I could smell a cigarette and I knew Colt had lit one up. I continued to float on acid and T, and the cigarette smell aroused me. I was surprised as I hated smoking. But my logical mind wasn't there. Only my drugged up, sexually charged one was. And it liked it. A lot. Just another unrealized fetish. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. I kept the gear on me, and occasionally Colt would have me hit the poppers. When he had to piss, I dutifully drank it down. Then he'd let me relieve myself into the bottle. Nothing happened the next couple times we got gas, and we finally arrived at 1am Tuesday morning. We checked into our motel. It was pretty cheap and sleazy, but like Colt said, that's the kind of place a whore like me deserves. And he was right. It was full of partying college students, so not very quiet. But that didn't matter. Colt of course made me carry everything in wearing just my skimpy shorts. The college kids snickered and pointed and called us faggots. Colt would just smile and pull the back of my shorts down, showing them my ass, even smaking it. The kids went crazy and hooped and hollard. "This cumdump will be available tomorrow for use." Colt announced out loud to anyone listening. This only made my cock strain more in its cage. Colt let me take a quick hot shower before he had me draw him a nice hot bath to relax after 18 hours of driving. He had me sit in there with him and wash his body as we smoked weed and chilled. When he was done, he had me give him a full massage before we crawled into bed for what he told me would be my last night of rest for the next several days. Of course, he gave me one more fuck. He placed my legs over his shoulders as he entered me again. This time as I wore the headphones, he made me look him in the eyes and repeat back to him the words as they flooded my brain. Of course, after hearing it hundreds of times, I practically had it memorized. "I am your slave. I live to serve you. I am a pathetic faggot bitch whose only purpose is to satisfy my Master. I live for your cock. I live to worship your cock, your body, your feet, your musky asshole. I am just a lowlife fag who is thankful to serve you Master. I want your cock inside me. Deep inside me. I want your cum and piss filling my faggot slave holes. I would do anything for your cock. Anything you say. I want other men's cocks deep inside me. I want their cum filling me up. I am a cumdump. A receptical for men's bodily fluids. I am a toilet. A urinal. I am a whore. A slut. A pig. I want to degrade myself for your pleasure, your entertainment. I want nothing more than to please you. I will do anything you tell me to do. I will never question you. I will only obey." My eyes never left his beautiful green ones as he bored into my very soul, claiming me, dominating me, owning me. After the 4th time of repeating these words, he finally said, "Good boy. Here's your reward." as he gave me his most precious gift. "Thank you Sir." I whispered as his lips covered mine. I drifted off to sleep, my cunt leaking his cum. My Masters strong arms holding me tight as his voice played endlessly in my ears.

Thank you for your dedicated service of loading up those bottoms 😍💦 Ive never kept track of loads really, just estimated. But now I’ve installed a tracker and I’m keeping tabs on all the loads since it was my chance this year while everything is still fresh in memory. Totals so far in 2024: In ass: 30 In mouth: 2 with about 40 fucks behind these. obviously all but 3 of the loads are from my sexcation in Gran Canaria, but I’m usually getting 1-5 loads per week when not traveling. Next cumdump event is Darklands in Belgium then Snow pride in France shortly thereafter. 🐽💦

Wrecked by a big cock at lunchtime today... Next!

That was 2 loads in me. So hungry

my loose, sloppy gaped open fuckhole/cumsewer. as you can tell, it takes a lot of use from a lot of males

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Final part I returned to breed my sweet raw neg ginger twink 3 more times that week. Each time I put so much poz seed in his unsuspecting hole it was guaranteed he would get the fuck flu soon. The last night I put 3 loads of my highly toxic cum in his stupid neg 20yr old bussy. Like always when I flew out of the city I logged out of my stealthing Grindr account. I keep one that I used in my home town and one I used while traveling aka the stealthing one. About 3 weeks later when I was in another city for work and logged into the special Grindr account I got the regular messages. But as I scrolled through my messages I found the chat with ginger had several missed message: “I loved being your boy daddy! When will you be back again?” ”I miss your big raw dick in my boy hole daddy” “You have created a monster daddy. I have taken 5 loads in my ass the last week since you last bred me.” “I am feeling sick daddy. I need to go to the doctor” ”OMG daddy help!! They think I may have HIV!! But everyone that came in me said they were neg. I am waiting for my results to come back.” “Its official, I have HIV. I need you to get checked.” “My other partners all came back neg. Did you get checked?” “Are you there man! Did you give me this shit?” ”Answer me!!” ”I know it was you. But I am no longer upset. I just want your big raw daddy dick in me again.” “Please daddy! I haven’t started meds yet and not gotten laid since I was tested. I need your dick!” ”Fine!! I guess I must go and spread my seed to make you happy. I found online about gifters and stealthers. It all makes sense when I think every thing you told me. I won’t start meds and hopefully pass your seed on. Let me know if your ever want to fuck my hole again.” He smiled at the messages and blocked the stupid ginner. He was happy he would embrace his true nature as a poz piggy bottom slut and that his toxic strain would pass on to other through him. That was his 29th confirmed poz baby. After blocking the ginger he got a message from a hot twinky 19 year old boy. He could wait to hit number 30.

Customer service (or the owner) is so charming, isn't he. I don't see the word "Sorry" any where in that, do you BZ members. Thanks to BergenGuy for sharing that with member here.

Kinda loose

I am very interested in being fucked by lots of black cocks. Would make a great sex vacation out of it.

Still married here, and still getting that same thrill every time I cuddle up to the wife in bed at night with a load of fresh virile cum in my hole.

I don't think people really care about it now. Most guys fuck BB at clubs and baths, and nobody asks about status. It only happened once when I was fucked by an Indian guy at bath, but he pulled out without cum. Then he asked me if I am NEG. I said yes. Felt funny coz he asked after fucking me. What if I was POZ?

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