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My last load(s)was two nights ago....I hit the bathhouse after work. Been awhile but couldn't wait to the weekend to get good nut. Of course the usual story as I got a room and then did the mandatory walk to explore. I entered a dark play area and this hot daddy with a five o'clock shadow and wearing a harness was pumping a older guy in a sling. We made I contact and did the bro nod and then I moved on...back at my room..I left the door open and a few random guys came and went. Now they only gave me head and I needed to lay some pipe. No sooner did I prop myself on the bed to watch some porn, Daddy comes in and says hi in a bass level voice...He asked what I was looking for and told him that I wanted to bust a nut up a gut...he immediately jumps on all fours on the bed and drops his towl. I jumped up and immediately entered him...no lube needed and words spoken...I proceeded to fuck his hairy hole! As we proceeded taking poppers we got into sync and I lost track of time ..we must have fucked for 45 minutes straight...I was in Nirvana bliss as I grabbed his hips, closed, my eyes, and got a good clip in fucking his velvet taco of a manhole. It made me even harder to tell he was into it by his grunts. Finally came to the point of no return and a shot my wad in him as looked over my popper induced red pecs at my dick in his ass! He got up and winked and I slapped his ass he left. No words spoken ...immediately the older guy, Daddy had been fucking earlier, came through the still open door to my room and took my butt juice, lubed, and cum covered dick into his mouth and cleaned it! He did it so well I shot a second load!....he actually was giving me a gummer! Damn nice guy!

I always thought of myself as bisexual since I had been fooling around with men since I was a teenager. I had gotten my cock sucked by older men who liked twinks and I had sucked cock in turn. I had topped older men and had my ass played with and toyed and even fucked a couple times but hadn’t really gotten into that too much. I had been to bookstores and theaters and played there but nothing really changed. That is, until I was in my late 20s and went to my first hotel party. I had seen an ad on an online message board (this was the 90s) about a hotel party only a few miles from my house. The guy hosting wanted $20 a person to cover the cost of the room and asked that everyone either get naked or strip down to just a jockstrap on arrival. I figured what the hell and I emailed the guy, got the date and time and a number to call for the room number that afternoon. It was a few days away and as horny as I was, I wanted to be primed for the party, so I didn’t jerk off or fool around, even with the girl I was seeing at the time. The day of, I went back and forth about cleaning myself out. I still wasn’t really into getting fucked, but I liked to be fingered sometimes so I figured I should. Spent some time and cleaned out real good then showered and threw on a pair of track shorts and a tshirt and sneakers for the short ride over. I arrived and parked and locked everything but my keys, a fresh bottle of poppers and a couple condoms in the glove compartment. Stuck those in my pocket and walked up to the room. I heard some music, not too loud, from inside and knocked. The door was opened by an average looking black man who was the guy hosting. He asked my name and crossed me off a little list, collected my $20 and stepped back to let me in. There were 5 or 6 guys already there, some white, some black, and one Asian guy. Everyone was naked except the Asian guy, who was in a jock. They were all just sitting around and talking and I stripped down and put my stuff, except the poppers, on the closet shelf, and joined the party. At 5’9” and 135 lbs and fairly smooth, I was still pretty much a twink, so the guys all gave me the once over with their eyes. They were all nice enough, and no one was ugly or anything, but none of them really did it for me, so I figured I’d wind up getting a blowjob or something and going home. When the play didn’t start after 20 minutes or so, I decided to slip into the jacuzzi tub on the one side of the room to relax a little. That’s where I was, enjoying the hot water and the jets, when there was another knock on the door and an absolute Adonis of a black man came into the party. He had to be 6’2” and when he stripped down, he was built and looked like he was chiseled from stone. His cock had to be 7” long soft and as thick as mine was when it was fully hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He circulated for a few minutes talking to the other guys but kept glancing over at me and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know what came over me, it was starting to get embarrassing. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. As I was hanging the towel on the closet door to dry, he walked over to me. I turned to face him and he stood right in front of me, maybe 6 inches away. I looked up at him and he didn’t speak, just stared into my eyes for a minute. I think I actually gulped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and head and gently pushed me down saying, “White bitches belong on their knees.” I didn’t resist him at all and when I was on my knees, he told me to kiss his cock. I kissed the head and up and down the shaft while he guided my head where he wanted it. When I got back to the head, he told me to “open my sissy cocksucking mouth” and as I did, he slid his now 9” hard cock onto my mouth. He guided my head up and down on his shaft, not quite facefucking me, but definitely in control. When I was able to get past the first 6 inches he said, “that’s a good bitch, show me what a good little faggot you are and try to take it all.” I did my best, but couldn’t get it all. He seemed pleased with my attempts, though, and moaned every time he heard me gag on his big cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face with it a couple times and told me to worship his black balls with my mouth. I licked them and gently sucked on them and buried my face in them, breathing in his manly smell. He kept a grip on the back of my head, still guiding me where he wanted me. Then he pushed me lower and lifted one foot up on the edge of the tub, saying, “get that tongue to work on my black ass, bitch. Eat it like it’s your last meal.” I kissed it and licked it and tried to stick my tongue in it, all while listening to him tell me what a good little faggot I was. Every time he called me a sissy or a bitch or a faggot, my hard dick would twitch with excitement and I didn’t know why. I had never acted like this and no one had ever treated me like this. He put his foot down and slipped his cock back in my mouth and started his gentle facefucking again, pushing in just enough to hear me gag a little. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and after smacking my face with his cock 2 or 3 times, he tilted my head up to look at him and said, “Get on the bed, on your back, and show me your pretty pink pussy.” I didn’t even think to stand up. I crawled to the bed and up onto it, turned onto my back and pulled my legs back showing him my hole. He stood where he was just stroking his big cock and looking at me. It was probably only about 2 minutes, but felt like an hour. He walked over, still stroking his cock, and he grabbed a bottle of lube someone had put on the nightstand. He poured some on my hole and began to rub it in with 2 fingers. He poured some on his cock and stroked it up and down while still rubbing my now opening hole with his fingers. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t even think to ask him to wear a condom. It just seemed wrong to cover that beautiful cock. He saw the poppers in my hand and told me to take a big hit, so I did. He started rubbing the head of his big black cock up and down my crack saying, “That’s it, baby. You ready for me to make you my bitch?” and when he saw the poppers hit me, he pushed the head in and stopped. I sucked in my breath but as I started to adjust to him, I was able to breathe again. He looked right in my eyes and started pushing the rest of his cock in me. As he hit bottom, my eyes rolled up in my head. He stopped, completely inside me and said, “You like that, don’t you faggot? You like my big black cock buried in your white pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely.” I had moaned yes’s to the questions but when he told me to ask, I froze for a second and all of sudden I saw the whole room watching, 6 or 7 guys all jerking off watching me get barebacked by this black man and his beautiful big cock. I swallowed and looked back at him and said, “Please fuck me. Please fuck my white pussy and make me your bitch.” He told me to take another big hit of the poppers and I did and when it hit me, he started fucking me. He didn’t pound me, though. It was almost like he was making love to me. Long even strokes, in and out, making me feel every inch. He swiveled his hips around, hitting all kinds of spots I didn’t know existed, making me moan like a bitch in heat. He kept talking to me as he fucked me, telling me what a good little white slut I was, how he loved white faggot pussy, “that’s it, bitch, moan for me.” Every couple minutes, he would tell me to take another hit of the poppers and I would moan even louder when they hit. After about 10 minutes, he started to pick up the pace and his strokes got more forceful. I had let go of my legs and they were wrapped around him with my heels pulling on his ass cheeks as he fucked me. He made me take another really big hit and as I did, he told me he was going to breed my little faggot pussy and if I managed to cum with him, he wouldn’t make me fuck every cock in the room to entertain him. I hadn’t touched myself yet because I knew if I did, I would erupt. I watched him and when he made one last slam and came in me with an animal grunt, I could actually feel his cum inside me. I grabbed my cock and with 2 strokes, I came. I came so hard, I came in my own face, on my forehead, my cheek, and in my mouth. When he finished shaking from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and saw me plastered with my own cum. He told me what a good bitch I was. He told me to get down and clean his cock off and as he pulled out of me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. He backed away and told the rest of the room they were welcome to use my mouth, but my pussy was his. The other 2 black guys and 2 of the white guys surrounded me, still stroking and took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. One by one, they all came, some of it in my mouth and some on my face. When the last one had finished and walked away, I looked up and he was standing there with a towel. He wiped off my face and he pulled me to my feet. We walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on and got in with me. He washed me and had me wash him. I grabbed his cock and asked if I could have more, but he told me, “Not today, my little bitch, but soon.” He took my number after we got dressed and he told me he would be calling me soon and I needed to be ready for when he did. He told me to get myself some pretty panties because “white faggots should dress like the sissy bitches they are.” I got the panties and a few other things he liked and for the next 2 years, I was his. I still dated women and lived my life, but when he called, I put on my panties and went to be his white faggot sissy bitch wherever he told me to meet him. He shared me with a few of his friends sometimes, but mostly it was just us and I was his bitch. He moved away eventually. I miss him.

Got royally bred last night by my gay cousins husband. He was staying the night with us and he tried on a wrestling costume then I put mine on and next thing you know he’s hard and I’m sucking him; husband walks in on us, and joins us. I go douche and then I’m cunt up snorting amyl getting absolutely destroyed and yelling breed my faggot dump and make me a cum dump. Sore cunt today!!

Took the drive to Chicago to spend some time getting dick at Banana Video. The evening tapered off but the afternoon started out great. Multiple good sized cocks coming thru the gloryhole, all wanting to fuck. Took about four loads in the afternoon and two in the evening. The very last one being an uncut black cock, not too long but thick. I love being bent over at the gloryhole getting fucked like a bitch by anonymous cocks, taking their load as the grunt and shoot their cum. Plowed some good man ass too. I'm back Saturday afternoon, usually in a corner booth.

Awesome couple weeks - leaving out a couple, but here are the memorable ones. 1 - end of last week I connected with a "new guy" from bbrt. We had traded a couple messages prior, and apparently he checked with his "friend" who gave me a thumbs up lol. That afternoon we traded maybe 3 messages, swapped # and he's on the way over. We both like to fuck, but he just wanted to edge and swap head which was fine with me. He shows up, and he's so much hotter than his 2 pics - mid 30's, gorgeous face and jacked body in tank top and gym shorts. I'm sure my mouth dropped open. FAT dick and hard as a rock. He tells me "the sleazier the porn the better", so I'm searching the nastiest I can find. I know he's into partying even though NOT that day. Found some good stuff, swapping head, talking about filthy sex we like. I had to keep stopping myself from cumming with this stud on my cock and feeling up his muscle. After almost 2 hours he asks if I'm close. I had been close for the past 90 mins lol. He says "let's cum". We are kicked back on my couch, him leaning into me, my arm wrapped around his neck groping his chest jacking ourselves. My load never sprays out anymore with my PA - it just dribbles out around the PA but HIS!!!!! I swear I have NEVER seen a load anywhere close to his in porn or real life. He shot past his head, but it dodn't stopping cumming - he hit his face, my forearm was covered in cum and so was his entire torso. There had to be a half a cup of cum total. He said he doesn't tell guys how much he cums because they just want to see it....that was more than usual since he hadn't shot in 4 days and it was a 2 hour edge, but he always cums a LOT. I know we will fuck sometime, and I definiely want all that up my hole sometime! Seriously unbelievable! 2 - earlier this week my 15+ year cocksucker hit me up for a late morning session. He services me while I kick back for porn. He offers beer, wine, weed, poppers whatever I want. I usually decline, but I had no where to be after and he mentioned WS so I told him to put out some weed, poppers and 2 beers and some water. I was enjoying it all for the first hour and came down his throat. He then said he'd keep sucking so I let him. I finished the beer and water. I was hard but didn't think I'd cum again. Then some nastierr porn came on, and I realized I could cum again to that. Before that scene ended I dropped a second load down his throat which was an even more intense orgasm. He then asks me if I need to piss. Without moving or getting off his couch I relaxed and finally let loose little by little for a couple mins. I didn't want to flood his mouth since I was on his couch, but he didn't miss a drop.....2 hours later I'm out the door - 15 years on and off, but he has never sucked out TWO loads, plus drank my piss! 3 - There was an insanely hot young cumdump visiting for 4 days and had himself in the Travel section of bbrt and also hosting a cumdump party Friday night. His profile pic is a smooth shaved bubble ass with cum pouring out. I had swapped messages with him on a prior visit but didn't connect. I told him a few weeks ago I'd love more than a pump n dump session if he's into it. He was online Thursday - the day before his cumdump party. He said he was prepped and wanted me to come over. He was staying at a high end hotel (except for his cumdump party). He answered the door dressed (kind of surprising), beautiful 30 yo muscular asian mix guy. I wasn't really expecting the passionate kissing, slowly undressing and rolling around on the bed. Most of my sex is more piggy, fast paced even if there's making out....this was a little more romantic. I honestly couldn't get enough of his hole and could have eaten it for hours. He was also hard as a rock which surprised me for a cumdump. We finally get ready to fuck, and he was grimacing from my cock size and the PA I guess. I was wondering how he was going to handle a cumdump session the next night lol. He was weirdly tight after all my ass eating, but that changed about 5 mins into it. All of a sudden he's now juicy and slcik as fuck. That's when the little pig came out - I was too close to cumming, so I pulled out and went around for some A2M. He gobbled my cock down all slicked up with his ass juice. This was what I really came for - this muscle boy showing his piggy side. We did A2M multiple times - I kept eating his wet hole and fed him my slimey dick. I wanted to breed him missionary so I could look at him and make out, and it was time. My orgasm lasted pretty long, and he was rock hard. I asked if he wanted to cum or stay horny. He said "stay horny" which I admired 🙂 We made pillow talk for the next 30 mins then I got up and left. I did not go for the pump n dump the next night. I kind of wanted to see how sloppy he could get, but after that 1:1 I wanted to leave it at that until his next visit. 4 - Last night - in the party ads. This average looking top was whoring out a young cumdump I've been trying to connect with for a few months. This cumdump is slim, multiple piercings, scruffy, biohazard tatt, fist bottom.....complete "dirty fucker" look, but he lives 35 miles away and our schedules never aligned. I was horny as fuck to finally get my chance at his sloppy cunt. A vers hung daddy hit me up to play while I was online, so I told him to meet me and share the cumdump. He did!! I already like this guy and KNOW we will play again soon! It turns out the host added a second cumdump last minuite. The second didn't have the same tight build or look, but his hole was awesome. I arrived and it was just the host using dildos on the bottoms. I don't know if other guys had already been there, but the second bottom was pretty tight so I might have been first. I really wanted the original cumdump, but the other hole felt so good I had to stop from cumming. The host finally stepped back from guy 1, and I went straight down to suck his hole. It was gaping and sloppy wet - perfect!!! He's got a PA and guiche, and he knew it was me from my PA. He was SOOO wet and seemed to come alive with my cock and PA. I could have cum pretty fast, but no one else was there, so I wanted to make it last. I swapped back and forth with the host, and then the vers daddy I invited showed up.....he was tall and slim with a big curved cock and really great bubble ass. He had told me ahead if I wanted to slide up his ass he'd be into it. He and I were swapping off on the two cumdumps for awhile, host joined in. Vers Daddy kept putting his foot up on the bed exposing his hole. I finally took the bait and rubbed his hole which was lubed...I slid my finger in deep, and he was pretty loose and open - fuck!! Even though the 2 cumdumps were younger this daddy had the best looking ass globes, an dhis hole felt amazing. I didn't want to piss off the cumdumps by fucking/breeding the other "top" guy though lol. We swapped off a couple more times, then when vers daddy was fucking cumdump 2, I slid one then two fingers up his hole which made him breed the bottom guy. I moved over to cumdump 1 (the one I went for) and slid in SOOOO easily by that point. It still took me about 5 minutes of steady pumping to dump my load. I had been there for a solid 45 minutes, which is a long time for a cumdump pump n dump session, but no one seemed to mind. As I was getting dressed another top arrived, so I guess it was perfect timing. I left a couple basic suck n fucks off, but it's been a GREAT couple weeks and have a possible 3way this afternoon with a top and bottom fuckbud I'm trying to connect and DP the bottom 🙂

Chapter 3 – More fun with Alex In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about a weekend getaway that our friend, Gary, had gotten us as a present. The weekend was a fister’s paradise; we all had fisted and been fisted by numerous guys. I met Alex, a guy who lived near us, and now we’re fisting buddies. Now, Alex was a fist buddy. He came over to our place, and we had a few fist parties. This time, we planned something special for him. We invited Alex to our place and told him to be ready to spend the weekend. He was due to arrive Friday evening, and Jake and I were going to work him over. Once he was well spun and opened up, we had a few other guys lined up to come and play in his hole. We’ve played with Alex enough now that we know what he likes. He’s 40, about 5’9”, and has a nice thick body. He’s covered in light hair all over, with a good bit of hair on his ass. He likes to keep his cock hidden away in a jockstrap while he’s in a fisting session, and it’s hot to see the pouch get wet when some fluid leaks out of it. I’m especially likely to suck him through his wet strap. We spent some time smoking the pipe, just blowing clouds and shotgunning the smoke between each other. Jake and I were both naked, and Alex was wearing his red jockstrap. This is one that he wears often, and he doesn’t wash it, so it has a great aroma and taste. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other all over, but with a special focus on Alex and his hot ass. I had already worked three fingers in with just some spit for lube, and he was lying on his back with his legs spread wide, moaning as I penetrated him. Clearly, it was time for him to get in the sling. We got him situated in the sling, and he took a few more hits from the pipe. He had to be really spun at that point. Jake sat down at the foot of the sling to start working over Alex into a frenzy. I was positioned up near his head, where I could see what Jake was doing and also feed my cock to Alex. It doesn’t take long to get a fist into Alex. He’s usually pretty opened up, and today was no exception. Jake was able to sink his hand into Alex quickly. Alex moaned with the insertion and sucked my cock into his mouth. Even though it wasn’t hard, he likes sucking on it. Jake was working his hand back and forth in Alex’s ass. I know Jake’s style well enough to know what he was doing inside Alex. He’d extend his hand on the insertion, probe around with his fingers when he got in deep, and then make a fist as he drew back. From how Alex responded, it was working well for him. I was able to bend down and nuzzle Alex’s cock through his jockstrap. This strap has seen a lot of action and has a great aroma and taste to it. Alex pushed out a bit of precum to start soaking the strap, and I eagerly sucked on the wet spot. It’s also hot to be so close to his hole when he’s taking a fist since I can see and hear the action up close. Jake worked Alex over for a while and then told me it was my turn to fist him. So, Jake and I traded places. I lubed up my right hand and slid it right inside Alex, turning as I entered. Alex has a deep hole, so I could get most of my forearm inside him in a single stroke. Some more twisting and pushing let me gain little increments of depth. Alex held up a hand to slow me down so that he could take some poppers. I know that when he is on a poppers high, he will ride my arm like the pig that he is. I slowed to a stop, keeping my hand deep inside him, and waited for the poppers to hit. Once they did, Alex started out by using the sling to rock back and forth on my arm. He’d also move his whole body up and down, making my arm move around in his ass. Alex rode the poppers high for a while but eventually slowed down and collapsed back into the sling. I made minimal movements inside him, giving him some recovery time. Once he had rested for a while, I decided to move on to a dildo. I slowly withdrew my hand from his ass, making a fist and twisting it at the entrance to really stretch him out. He likes having his hole stretched, so he really enjoyed this. I grabbed my Crackstuffers Twisted dildo. This toy is long and, as the name implies, has a spiral design that lets you literally screw it into a hole. It’s great for depth play since you can slowly work it deeper and deeper into a hole. Alex saw the toy I had chosen, and his eyes widened. He had previously ridden this toy but had only gotten about half of it in him. This time, I wanted to get it in deeper, so I lubed it generously all the way to the base. I teased Alex a little by rubbing the toy around on his ass, spreading the lube around. Then, I inserted it into his ass, getting almost half of it in him on the first push. With the spiral design, this toy feels great even without twisting it, but adding some twists makes it even better. Alex was clearly enjoying the ride and reached back to spread his ass for me. Seeing this hairy stud taking a huge toy deep in his ass was sexy and exciting for me too. I pulled it all the way out, leaving his hole with a bit of a gape. More lube went on the toy, and I shoved some more into his hole with my hands. This time, we were going to go even deeper. The toy went in smoothly up to about the halfway point. Then, I paused and let Alex get used to the feeling of fullness. I’d shake or tap on the toy, turning it a little to give him some great internal sensations. When I would turn it, I’d use the spiral design to go a little deeper each time. At one point, Alex huffed some more poppers. I took advantage of that to get another inch or two of the toy screwed into his ass. He didn’t know it, but he had most of the dildo inserted in his ass. The base is also pretty thick, so he was getting a good stretch, too. While I was screwing the dildo into him, Alex was rubbing his cock through the jockstrap and sucking on Jake’s dick. Jake can get hard when he parties, so he has a fun cock for sucking then. Sometimes, though, Alex would get distracted by what was going on in his ass and forget about Jake’s cock. There were moments when he was riding the dildo and rubbing his cock in a perfect expression of bliss. Alex only had a little more of the dildo to take, so I slowly screwed it into him. The great thing about this toy is that it’s almost self-guiding. As you screw it in, the guy’s ass just keeps accepting it. That was how we got the toy in all the way to the base. I told Alex to reach down and feel his hole, and he was surprised to find that it was all the way inside him. It’s over 16” long and over 3” thick, so it was quite an accomplishment for him. Alex asked to have it taken out, so I slowly withdrew the toy, using the spiral to help me unscrew it from his hole. It was hot to see the hairs around his hole clinging to the toy as it moved out of him. Jake had stepped down and lubed up his hands, so the second the toy was out, Jake’s hand went in. Alex sucked in his hand up to mid-forearm. Jake knew the depth Alex could take now, so he kept working deeper into his hole. He had lubed his arm past the elbow, and it was exciting to see him slide it deeper and deeper into Alex. I was sucking on the growing wet spot on Alex’s jock and watching as Jake’s hand kept moving into Alex. Jake looked up at Alex and said, “Have you ever taken a fist up the elbow?” Alex said, “Not yet.” Jake grinned and said, “Yes, you have!” Alex reached down and felt how far Jake had inserted his arm into his ass and let out a huge sigh of pleasure. We knew that this was one of Alex’s fisting goals, and it was great to be able to help him achieve it. Jake slowly pulled his hand out of Alex. His hole stayed open, dripping lube out of it. Both Jake and I played around his hole, sticking fingers in and keeping him open and ready. After a while, Alex said that he wanted to smoke some more, so we helped him out of the sling and relaxed on the bed, blowing clouds and fondling each other. Alex was amazed at how easily he had taken Jake's arm and was eager to go for more. Even though I’m a little shorter than Jake, my arms are thicker, so he wanted to see how far I could get inside him. We blew a few more clouds and then got him back in the sling for the next part.

Great start. Reminds me of my poz house boy. He was lazy but awesome cumdump..

Aren't Big Black Cocks wonderful, i can't get enough of them.

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Gift Jake and I have been together for ten years now. It’s a good milestone for us to celebrate with family and friends, so we decided to have a small party at our place. Jake is 38. He’s from Germany originally, but you’d never know it when you met him. The only remaining sign of European birth is that he’s uncut. He’s about 6’ tall, in good shape, with blond hair, blue eyes, and he's sexy as hell. He’s not too hairy, but his ass crack has a forest in it. I’m 42. A little shorter than Jake at 5’10” and in good shape from our regular partner workouts. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairy body. Unlike Jake, I’m cut. Our family all know us as a loving and devoted couple, and we are. But some of our friends know that we have some curious sexual proclivities. We sometimes party with friends or at an event and we both like groups. Add to that the fact that we are both fisting fans, and you’ve got an interesting dynamic. The party was great. Our parents and siblings came with nieces and nephews. Several of our friends were there as well. Even though we had a strict “no gift” policy, some people did bring gifts for us. Luckily, most of the presents were things we needed for the house, so it wasn’t all bad. There were also lots of cards. People wanted us to open the gifts and cards at the party. It’s not my thing, but you gotta keep the people happy. As we looked through the cards, one was marked “Do Not Open at Party” on the envelope. We were able to put it aside, and no one was any the wiser about this item. Once everyone had gone home and we’d cleaned up, Jake remembered the odd card. We found it and opened it. A friend had arranged a weekend away for us that was going to be a huge fisting party. Given the friend who gave it to us (who was also coming along), we knew that partying would be part of the deal, too. The weekend was coming up, and we decided to carpool with our friend, Gary, who had bought the getaway for us. He got in the car with the smallest bag we’d ever seen him use for travel “All you need is a douche, some poppers, and a few jock straps”, he said. The weekend was sounding like it was going to be awesome. The party was at a gay guesthouse about an hour away from where we live. We got there around 6 on Friday and got registered for our rooms. There was a pamphlet of info about the weekend, with several party locations, floor plans for the sling rooms, and a bare-bones list of rules. The rules basically came down to “don’t be a jerk.” We went to our rooms and got settled in. Tonight was just a mixer, with the playtime starting in the morning. We went down to the little bar and met some of the other guys. They were a mix of ages, builds, styles, and types. It looked like a fun and eclectic crowd. Saturday morning, Jake and I both did a good cleanout, assuming we’d be fisting all day long. I’m sure that Gary did, too. We went down to breakfast wearing jock straps and harnesses. There was no dress code, but you couldn’t be naked in the dining area. Lots of other guys were similarly attired. It was a fun show, checking out all the asses and pecs on display. After a light breakfast, we strolled over to one of the sling rooms. This room had eight slings, four on each side. Each sling was equipped with a lube station, paper towels, a chair, and a table for poppers and other lube you might prefer. Four of the slings were in use. Gary suggested that one of us get in a sling, and he’d fist us as part of the celebration. After that, he’d fist the other one. That sounded like a good way to start the weekend, so Jake got in the sling, and Gary worked over his hole. I love watching my man get fisted. The feelings between the top and bottom are so intimate, and the interaction is almost primal. Gary has fisted both of us before, so he knows what we like. He’s a good, thoughtful fister, who often checks in with his bottom to see how things are going. He had also brought a little pack that had some poppers in it, so he and Jake got to enjoy those. After Jake tapped out, I got in the sling. The room was filling up, and there was only one empty sling. Some guys were just wandering around, checking in on the action. It was sexy to be taking a fist while all these other guys were around, and that was clearly a precursor to the rest of the weekend. When Jake and I had finished, we went off to smoke a little T. Usually, we do that before we fist, but it seemed early to do it right after breakfast. Then, we went to explore the rest of the spaces. There was another, smaller sling room with three slings in a row in it. The main floor would be used for tonight’s party, but it would need to be cleared out first. For a fisting weekend, food was light, and alcohol was copious. Out back, there was a pool that was clothing optional. I didn’t know how many guys would use the pool over a sling, but some might. We just kind of wandered around, scoping out the crowd for the afternoon. Some guys looked cool, and it would be interesting to see how the weekend played out. We went down for the “dinner,” which was really drinks and a few appetizers. That was OK because everyone’s mind was on fisting. Guys started leaving in twos and threes, sometimes more. You could smell what people were smoking as you walked through the property. Obviously, the owner was OK with all of it. We walked into the large sling room, and a guy approached Jake and said, “Want to fist me?”. Jake replied, “Only if you fist me after that,” and it was agreed. First, they disappeared to the guy’s room, presumably to smoke. I looked around and spotted a guy who looked like fun. He was tall, thickly built, and really hairy. I love a hairy ass, especially for toys and fisting. The hair clings to whatever is being pulled out of the guy’s ass, and that’s really hot. Taking the lead from Jake’s guy, I asked him, “Do you want to fist?”. He just nodded a yes and started to walk away. I followed him to his room to smoke. When we got back, Jake’s guy was in a sling and Jake’s hand was in him already. I noticed poppers and a few toys on the table and assumed those were all going to be used too. With my guy, I jumped into the sling and got my feet set in the stirrups. My guy had grabbed some toys and poppers while we were in his room, but he seemed like the strong and silent type. He lubed up his hands and my hole and started working his fingers in to expand my opening. He was quickly up to four fingers, so I said, “Just shove it in”. He pushed, I pushed back, and he entered my ass. His hand was large and felt fantastic just at the entry. I could only imagine what it would feel like once he got in deeper. He worked his fingers around and clenched his hand into a fist while he was in me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep hit of poppers and felt his hand move deeper into my ass. He knew how to fist, and I was very appreciative of that fact. He waited until the poppers had time to take effect before sliding more of his hand into my ass, probing for my second hole. Even though he was quiet, he was always paying attention to me to see how things were going. It turns out that the sling where Jake was fisting was across from the one that I was in. It was exciting to watch my husband fist another man while taking a fist myself. I saw Jake reach for the poppers, share them with his bottom, then take a hit himself. He was really working the guy’s hole, and the guy seemed to be very happy about it. Next, Jake picked up a toy, lubed it up, and positioned it at the entrance to the man’s hole. It was thick and long, but it would be a great ride. The guy took some more poppers, and Jake began to push. The toy slowly entered, then slid almost all the way in. That guy must have a very open ass. Jake moved the dildo back and forth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his bottom. Meanwhile, my guy had decided to use a dildo on me. He selected a rather large one and held it up to me with raised eyebrows. I nodded yes, and he lubed it up. He positioned it at the entrance and let me do some poppers before starting the insertion. Poppers just make this more fun. The toy was definitely a stretch for my hole, and it would probably be a stretch for depth, too, but I was game. My guy fucked me gently with the dildo, regularly looking to see if things were OK with me. After a long while, both Jake and my guy were done topping. I asked my guy if he was ready to get in the sling, and he nodded yes. Jake was already hopping in the sling across from us. Then, my guy handed me a card that said, “Hi, my name is Steve, and I am deaf. I lipread but can miss some things.” Now it made sense why he was so quiet and, at the same time, so focused on me. I told him that it was all good with me, and we settled in for a hot fisting session. Steve was a burly man with lots of body hair. I started out rimming his ass, which had him writhing in pleasure. Then, I lubed up my hands and his hole and started probing. His hole opened readily to me, so I slipped my hand in. The look on his face told me how much he was enjoying the feelings. I fisted him deep, gave him a good stretch, and made him very happy. I also used a large toy on him, which his ass ate up. Gary had come back from wherever he was and grabbed our hands when we were done and said, “Let’s party.” We went back to our room, packed a pipe, and got really spun. Now, it was gonna get crazy.

Last night I went to Vault 139. The Vault is a sex club/bar located in a basement. Thursday nights are advertised as footwear only. The website advertises it as follows: STRIPPED 7PM TO 1AM £7.00 INCLUDES FIRST DRINK AND COAT CHECK DRESS CODE: naked apart from footwear In preparation for the evening, I purchased some poppers. I had been to the Vault on one other occasion but it was rather tame compared to what I encountered last night. Upon entering, I received a crate to store my clothes in as well as a bag containing a drink ticket, lube, and a condom. I went to the changing area and stripped off and stored my clothes away. Before I got my drink, I walked around the club. The place was packed with naked men of all ages but mostly 20-50 year old men. Before I could even complete a circle of the club, I was approached by a hung, white 30 something year old man. I went down on his big uncut cock in a room full of naked men fucking. After I had him rock hard, I lubed his cock up with spit and bent over let him fuck me bareback as I blissed out with some poppers. He pounded my raw ass hard for a good 15 minutes before he sped up his pace and unloaded deep inside me. He stayed inside me after he bred me and kept slow fucking me with his uncut raw cock. After the first breeder pulled out of my raw ass, I got a drink and walked around some more. Before I finished my Red Stripe, another lad of 30 approached me and we started jerking each other. I guess I was in a bottoming mood last night cause I went on my knees and sucked his cock nice and hard then I bent over and he fucked me in a corner until he blasted another load into my guts. I picked up my beer and finished it off and wander to the hallway where another man of 30ish, white, hung and uncut starts jerking off with me again. We continue this for a few minutes. When I could tell he was getting close, I told him to cum in my ass and I turn around and shove his cock in my ass just as he is cumming. Fucking A! 3 easy loads in less than an hour. The place is still packed. There may be even more guys here now than when I entered. I am not sure how much more energy I have left so I really want to find my prey to bareback my load inside. I find the darkroom and can see the outline of a daddy fucking a twink. I sit next to the twink and offer him my poppers and tell him what a dirty slut he is letting strangers bareback his hole. I tell him to beg the daddy to seed his ass. The boy complies and the daddy soon rewards the boy with his load. I tell the boy that I am next. I line up behind him and feel his ass. It is slick with cum. I don't think the daddy was the first to breed this boy tonight. I slide inside his sloppy hole and tell him to beg for my seed. We both popper up and I soon unload a huge load inside his ass. After all that, I change back into my clothes, leave the Vault, and catch the tube home with 3 loads still inside my ass. What a great night. http://fuckworker.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/london-vault-139.html

CHiPs Erik Estrada ❤️ not too keen on Baker

Thank you very much @tallslenderguy for such an eloquent response to what I had to say. I found myself nodding and saying out loud; that's true to..... A big shame to hear that you lose a big portion of guys when as you say have triggered conditioned responses when you use certain words.. However, although quantity has its place it is all about quality at the end of the day, isn't it. Perfect mindset! 👌 Thank you once again for a thoroughly enjoyable spot on read to part of what makes me tick.

Would def give you my cum 💦 DM me !

For me, I prefer to go “old-school” and use SafeTGard… either the basic or swimmer style. Colors will vary depending on mood or maybe signal a preference. For more serious scenes then we go with black leather, neoprene or rubber ones though yellow trim can be thrown in.

I am technically not that new, I joined over a year ago but just recently (a couple of weeks ago) started interacting in this fantastic group. I am here to earn mostly. I am still on the fence about fucking raw. I used to top a lot but now I am a full time bottom. I have had some interesting exchanges with some members here, looking forward for more conversation. Love the stories some of you write.

My thoughts: you should feel free to follow your instincts. If you want your cock and balls to be part of the experience, by all means let it be known. If you’re exposed, they will either ignore or give it attention depending on their preference. I’m a bit above average enough for it to be noticeable but usually want to it to be all about my cunt so I wear a jockstrap to signify it’s not in play. Being caged, as you mention, would be another way. Though, I do enjoy servicing other subs’ cocks so I prefer to be the only one unavailable. The Daddies that I’ve had have all preferred me to be covered up and concentrate on servicing his cock with my mouth or cunt.

As a healthcare professional on a critical care unit, i have witnessed that easily 85% of the patients we care for on our unit have diseases related to diet and 'lifestyle.' As others have noted, given your rationale, these too would have to be included. The reality is most of these diseases are preventable and caused by what we eat and lack of exercise. i'm talking evidence based stuff here, i have a computer full of published medical journal studies on the topic and have certification through Cornell University on reversal and prevention of disease process through diet. Not pinging on you. Most people have little to no idea about how deadly the Standard American Diet (SAD lol) is. i also have studies on healthy cultures that have progressed and copied the Western diet and now have the diseases to go with it. Thing is, most of us are just doing what comes natural, eating to satisfy our appetite, not for our health. When i tell my patients they can likely reverse their type two diabetes, they light up until i explain why they have it and what foods they love that causes it. Suddenly, insulin doesn't seem so bad or expensive.

I need this so badly 😵

1. You say "most insurance companies pay for these (ie PrEP) nowadays", but guess what: if they pay for PrEP, they're paying for HIV treatment meds, too. They may prefer PrEP over treatment because it saves money over the long haul, but that doesn't mean the same entity isn't paying for both. It's not like all the cost of HIV treatment gets shifted to the government - certainly not in the U.S., at least. In fact, typically, whether it's an employer plan, an individual private insurance plan, Medicare/Medicaid/VA/other govt. plan, or what have you: the same entity that would cover your PrEP will cover your HIV treatment. The plan may prefer (as noted) that people get on PrEP rather than get infected and need treatment, but getting HIV doesn't mean that it's going to be a burden on taxpayers. For several years I had an individual insurance plan for which *I* paid, out of pocket, 100% of the premiums, and now I'm on my partner's company plan as a domestic partner, which they offer. Neither one of those options cost "the taxpayers" a fucking dime. 2. Here in the US, even with the Affordable Care Act, there's a tier of people who make too much for traditional Medicaid (govt health plans for the poor) but not enough to qualify for a subsidy on the ACA exchanges for a plan. Part of the ACA is an "Expanded Medicaid" plan to cover those people, but the courts here ruled that because Medicaid is a cost shared between the federal and state governments, the feds can't mandate that a state participate. As a result, 13 states (at last count) still refuse to participate in Expanded Medicaid, meaning people in those states who make less than the poverty wage can't get a subsidy on the exchange nor can they qualify for traditional Medicaid. They have NO insurance, because when you make less than $15,000 as a single person, there isn't an individual plan out there you can afford. So at least here in the US, while the uninsured rate is the lowest it's been in decades, it's still almost 8 percent, or more than 25 MILLION people with zero health insurance coverage. 3. Prevention sometimes fails. Some people brought up in restrictive circumstances don't know about prevention. Some people don't even know they might be at risk because sex education in this country largely sucks - it's left up to local school systems, many of which are run by highly conservative, religious people who don't want kids to be taught the facts. Some people are going to get infected no matter how much "prevention" is preached. 4. Lots of things are preventable. Heart disease is heavily influenced by factors like diet, exercise, and smoking. Are you prepared to tell people we won't treat them for a heart attack because we all know how to reduce the risks for that? Are you going to be making exceptions for people with a genetic disposition towards heart issues, and are you going to spend the millions of dollars it would take to screen every heart attack patient to determine whether they're one of the lucky "deserving" ones or one of the "too bad, hope all those hamburgers tasted good, you're on your own" unlucky ones? This whole idea smacks of who "deserves" health care and who doesn't. That, to me, is a nasty way to look at the world.

Chapter 2 – The Party Continues In Chapter 1, I tell about a gift our friend, Gary, gave to me and my husband for our 10th anniversary. It was a fisting weekend, with no holds barred. We’ve both fisted and been fisted and are spun out now. So, happy, spun, and horny, we all ventured out into the night. Now, we saw that some guys had set up slings in the yard area around the pool. These weren’t put up by the guesthouse but were slings that guys had brought with them. It’s a nice idea because it lets you stake a spot without contending with other guys. One of the guys caught my eye. Tall, thin, bearded, and handsome, he was waving a dildo as a lure. It worked for me. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to fist me. His answer was, “Fuck, yeah!”. So, I got in the sling, and he started to work over my hole, Between the T that we had smoked and the overall crazy sexy vibe, I was in heaven. He lubed up and was inside me in seconds. My ass was still open from earlier, and he must have expected that. This guy knew how to fist! He would twist his hand, flex his fingers, caress my inner walls, and more. Poppers had me flying with excitement and opening my ass wide for his hand. He tried to double-fist me, but we couldn’t make that work. Meanwhile, Jake had been spotted by another guy and was taking his fist. Gary was getting a chariot ride with another guy, totally ignoring the sling. I caught Jake’s eye and gave him a smile. He responded in kind. This being a party of gay men, you know it’s going to go on for a long time. During the first night, I was fisted by seven guys and fed my fist to six. Jake told me that his tally was eight times being fisted and six times fisting. All in all, a good night was had by all. We crashed around 5 AM. Luckily, nothing was going on before lunch so that we could get some sleep. The weather the next day was beautiful. Guys were out by the pool, taking full advantage of the “clothing optional” rule. It was great to see some of the guys that we had played with last night and find out a little more about them. We swapped stories and got caught up on the plans for the afternoon. It was planned to be a pool party, and we were all ready for action. Once again, slings were set up along the pool, but these were the ones from the guesthouse. As an extra touch to the other arrangements, they added a bottle of poppers to each table. Guys were mostly just hanging out, drinking, talking, and fondling each other. I recommended Steve to Jake, who suggested I look for one of the guys he played with yesterday, but he didn’t know his name. We were all looking for the guy that we wanted to fist us and that we wanted to fist. Some guys were dedicated tops or bottoms, but most were versatile. Pretty soon, the slings started filling up. It’s a lot of fun to have sex outdoors, and doing fisting outdoors is even better. As I looked around, I saw a lot of happy guys, either fisting or being fisted. The party had definitely begun, and you could smell the chems in the air as you walked around. We had smoked before coming to the pool and were well spun. Gary partnered off with a young guy who wanted him to fist him. Meanwhile, Jake was homing in on a guy for his play session. I was asked by an older man if we could play, and I readily agreed. He had on a leather jock and harness, capped by a leather hat. He was in great shape and had a nice ass. His name was Fritz, and he wanted me in the sling first. All right with me. He started off slowly, but it turned out that he was a rather rough fister. He liked to expand his hand while it was inside me, sometimes to the point of pain. When I said something to him, he said I needed to get used to the sensation. After a relatively brief fisting session, I asked for a toy to be used on me, and he agreed. This was much better. He was able to plunge it in and out of my hole and could twist and shake it while it was inside me. I suggested that we switch positions. Fritz was in the sling and ready to go, His ass was lightly hairy, and he had a tight hole. I worked my fingers in slowly to open him up, then shoved in my fist. He gasped when it went in but accepted it quickly. I gave him an excellent hole stretch and got in pretty deep before he tapped out. It was an OK session, but I wanted something more. I left Fritz and started scoping out the crowd. I saw a guy that looked promising fisting another guy. If this was the end of their session, I might be in luck. He was around my age, attractive, hairy, and well-tanned. I kind of walked around and kept checking them out. When I saw that they were done, I made my move. “Hi. I think you’re really hot. Want to play?” He said yes, so we found an open sling. It had a great view of Gary getting fisted hard by an older guy. For him, variety truly is the spice of life. Before I got in the sling, he introduced himself as Alex. I also introduced myself. He helped me get situated in the sling and started working my hole. He leaned in and said, “Have you ever done a booty bump?” I had, and I liked it, so I told him yes. He took out a bag and lifted out a good-sized shard. “We’ll have to wait a little bit to let this dissolve before I fist you. Is that OK?”. Yep! Alex shoved the shard in my hole, and I could feel the burning almost immediately. Of course, I also felt it taking effect on me. We gave it some time, sucking each other dicks and making out. Once we decided that the shard had melted, Alex started fisting me, He really knew what he was doing, and he had my hole singing quite quickly. He worked on both depth and width and had great, well-skilled hands for the job. He really liked it when I would take a hit of poppers and ride his wrist. He’d stand there supporting his arm, and I would work that limb in and out of my ass. Turnabout is fair play, so it was time for Alex to get his ass filled. But first, a shard for him, too. I inserted it, and we again gave it time to melt. While waiting, we fondled each other and chatted about our lives. It was nice to get to know him, especially since we lived close to one another. Alex got in the sling and looked great with his ass spread for the taking. I wanted to give him as good an experience as he gave me. I entered his ass pretty quickly (we’d all been fisted a lot already) and really worked over his hole. He liked taking a hit of poppers and having me hold my knuckles at his hole, stretching it out. I’d twist my hand around so that different areas got different stretches and he really liked that. Once we were done, I ended up being fisted by nine guys and fed my fist to eight. Jake told me that his tally was eight times fisted and ten times fisting. Gary had lost count. We packed up our meager attire and headed home with stories to tell our friends in the know. The best part of the whole weekend, besides the fact that I got to spend it with my husband, was that Alex became a friend and a regular fisting buddy. Now, we all get to enjoy his skills.

(changed the name from Bob to Bobby) I drove us back to Bobbys house. I was super fucking horny and had a semi the whole time. I usually don't get hard when partying but ever since that shot the doc gave me I had been hard and leaking. Bobby seemed to be too he had pulled down his sweats and was playing with his hairy uncut cock with one hand while browsing the nastykinkpigs and grindr with the the other. He still had my nastypig jock on with the cumstains from last night and today which was so fucking hot. He was also telling me about all the nasty things he liked. Drinking piss, ass to mouth taking loads from guys in bathhouses and truckstops. I picked a fucking hot pig for my partner in crime. He was verse too but like me usually got soft and bottomed a lot when partying but his cock was rock hard right now. When we got to his house bobby said "my brothers probably not home yet he works at a diner until 8pm and my dad's on a trip this weekend. so we got the house to ourselve for a little bit and we can play and find someone who can host by 8pm" Bobby's house was a small two bedroom 2 bath with the master bedroom in the back with a sliding glass door that opened into a small yard. The yard had a door that led to an alley street and the house on one side had a "for sale sign" and on the other was a vacant lot with some trees. Bobby opened the door into the living room and there was his brother sitting on the couch in his underwear playing video games with a little bag of tina and a pot pipe and some other stuff on the coffee table. " You little fucker did you get into my stash Jackson?" "Fuck you" said jackson without looking up from his game. They looked very similar both latino and muscly and lean the biggest difference was Bobby looked hairy and scruffy unshaven and thicker while Jackson was more wiry and didn't have much body hair and no faicial hair. "I thought you were working? I wanted to play some video games with my friend" This didn't look promising (although jackson was hot) and I thought we migh have to find another place. "Got fired. You reek like dads dirty underwear" jackson said without looking up. Sensing a loosing battle Bobby grabbed the back and we went to his room which was tiny with two small beds. I thought about bailing. "This will hit harder if we point. maybe we can go to dads room theres a TV in there. We can have guys come in through the back" bobby said as he grabbed a point. Ok so I guess Bobby was more comfortable fucking around in front of his family than me or just desperate to start the party again. I could understand i was super horny but the high from last night was gone and the tina piss i drank from him was wearing off. "ok. only one point?" "I only got the one" he said sheepishly. "I'll point and the clean it for you" "Make a double and we can share. Then we'll be blood brothers" I said. Many I was feeling fucking evil ! "Fuck yea" said Bobby. At least we were still on the same page. We went into the bathroom to point. Since his brother used up most of his stash we put everything in the point except for a few tiny shards and a dusting of powder in the back. Bobby went first sitting on the toilet. As he injected half his pupils went crazy wide and he coughed and gasped. Not hesitating I used all the rest of the red tinged needle. All the sudden I was flying. Fuck we underestimated how much was left and now we were crazy high. "If you two perves are done can I have whats left of the back" Jackson yelled not getting up from the couch. "That little fucker lets give it to him" bobby said. his cock poking out of his sweatswith a sheen of precum. He left the bathroom half stumbling and jumped on his brother. "What the fuck" Jackson said still trying to hold onto his controller. I grabbed the bag and followed. "Grab his legs" As I did Bobby turned around pulled his sweats down and sat his hairy cumhole right on his brothers face."Yeah eat my ass you little fucker" as jackson struggled. "Lets give him the rest up his ass" I grabbed Jacksons underwear and ripped a hole. With Bobby's help I spread his cheeks and spat in his hole then sprinkled the rest of the bag in his ass. I started fingering it in roughly. I was kind of getting into this cause it was hot. Bobby ground his asshole right in his brothers face but I noticed that he stopped struggling and startedopening his mouth and sucking on his hole. "Fuck how do you smell so good?" I wondered if it was the strain we had in us that was making Jackson horny because his cock was suddenly hard. I bet once we infected him he would become even more of a slut. I started tonguefucking his hole and Bobby bent over to suck his balls and hole with me. I finished ripping his underwear off and shucked my sweats and shirt so I was just in bobby's jockstrapwith my cock coming out the side. I was leaking so much precumI started applying it to Jacksons hole with bobby helping with spit. "You ever been fucked jackson" I said as I pressed up agains his hole with my cock. "No i'm fucking straight." He said through a mouthful of ass. I jammed my cock in a few inches. "MMMHMM" jackson screamed in bobby's ass. I pulled out and Bobbygrabbed my dick and sslabbered all over it getting it wet for another go round. "What was that " I yelled as I alternated between one brothers mouth and anothers ass getting my dick wet enought to have good fuck. "MORE!!" Jackson screamed taking his mouth momentarily from his brothers asshole. "Fuck yeah you fucking slut" I screamed as i started fucking with passion. Suddenly I seized up and was blowing my load. I had never done it that fast on tina before. I pumped my load in with stream after stream. " Fuck! my turn!" said bobby as he licked my dick almost clean. I went over to get my dick sucked by Jackson while Bobby took his place at Jacksons ass when suddenly jackson said "NO!" "Sorry bro you desrve this" "No I want you to fuck me wearing dad's dirty underwear" Jackson said with a wild look in his eyes. Was the straight brother even more of a freak that we though? To be continued.

As we walked to Clint’s car I contemplated why I was doing this. I wasn’t gay, I loved women. But in truth none of them really loved me, my cock had always been too small to even penetrate most girls. When Clint had tongue fucked my ass it felt so good that I had to go with him and see what he would do. As we got into the car Clint leaned into his back seat and grabbed Gatorade bottle. “This’ll taste like shit but just keep drinking it, it’ll make cunting you a lot easier.” I just nodded and began gulping down the vile liquid quickly realizing it wasn’t Gatorade. Clint began driving and once we were on the road pulled his sweatpants down revealing his massive cock. He nodded down to it while I stared. After a second he grabbed the back of my head and slammed it onto his 9 inch, beer can thick cock. “First lesson faggot, when an alpha male like me presents his cock to you, you get it in one of your hole asap, do you understand faggot” he screamed as he thrusted into my tight throat. I was trying my hardest not to throw up, when everything began feeling lighter am I felt my throat loosen up. Not only did my throat loosen but I began to enjoy having my throat fucked. After fucking my throat for 20ish minutes we pulled up to Clint’s house. “Take your clothes off, they aren’t coming in the house” he said, surprisingly I complied without even thinking about it even though I had always hated being naked. As I followed Clint to his door I began to realize that I was butt naked for the entire neighborhood to see, and I didn’t care. Once inside Clint showed me to the couch and put a pipe and lighter in my hand. “You’ve smoked weed before right” he asked and I nodded in response “ good it’s kinda like that breath out fill your lungs with the smoke then hold it, now finish that pipe while I go get some things ready.” As I began smoking the mystery drug I felt a rush of energy and a burning sensation through my body. I began to rub my cock after I finished the pipe but as I got close to cuming I felt a hard kick in my side and fell the the ground. “Your never touching that tiny fag cock again boy!” Clint screamed as he grabbed me by the hair “you’re my faggot now, I’ve spent over a year making you into the perfect muscle cuck for me and you’re gonna do what I fucking say” he screamed as he locked a small chain around my neck He then put something over my cock and locked it “there now you won’t be tempted into thinking you’re a man” “Now before your mind is totally gone im going to ask you something and if you say no you can leave right now ok” I nodded as I rubbed up against his leg loving the pressure on my locked cock. “ I have hiv and if I fuck you your going to get it too, once I cum in you your mine for the rest of your life not just in the sense of carrying my disease, but I will actually own you, you’ll spend the rest of your life kept high and full of my cum never making another decision again. “Do you want that boy” “Yes sir please I need you to use my ass again I need it please please please I’ll be your slave and let you do whatever you want I just need my hole filled now” “Atta boy” Clint said

I luv BBC!! This is what I get to play with once a week❤

Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.

My first time writing a story. Chapter 1 serves as a prelude. Chemsex element will become more prominent starting in next chapter. Chapter I Finally I'm all done with my exams for my classes. My winter break has officially begun. I cannot wait to head home to see my best friend Keith. "come on. I miss blowing my cum in you and I know you do too. " was the last text I received from Keith a few days ago We've been best friends all our lives. The last weekend before we each off to college, we were in his parents basement playing call of duty. We both proclaimed that we were much better than the other person. To decided that we'd take turn playing 5 rounds. Whoever gets the most kills win. Even though we were the same age. I looked boyish still. I had peaked at 5'9. In shape. Keith and I both are stayed active and played sports all year round. I had define arms and abs but nothing like Keith. He straight up looked like a matured young man in his 20s already. His physique was great. Muscular, blonde, with a charming smile and outgoing personality. 6'3, green eyes and his huge bulge had always been hard to ignore. I've only saw the outline of his dick when we were changing in the locker room a few times. I've seen his mushroom head a few times when we were working out in the weight room. He occasionally didn't wear underwear so when he was spotting me and standing over me at the bench press, I looked up and there it was. His long dick hanging on one side of his shorts. From my angle, it almost seemed like it his shorts could barely consealed it. My dick started getting hard the first time when I focused on his dick too much. After I finished my reps, Keith flicked my boner hard and said "we're almost done handsome. One more set then you are free to take care of yourself so let's stay focus buddy." I didn't know if he knew what got me hard but ever since, I try not to look into his shorts too long bc I didn't think I'd be able to control my urge to wrap my mouth around his mushroom head if I looked at it for too long again. As our two-people video game tournament went on, whoever is off started messing with the other person. At first Keith stood next to the TV and started lifting his shirt up, licked his finger and circled around his perfect nipple a couple times attempted to distract me. When it was his turn, I did the same except I went a step further and pulled down my shorts to show him my butt, supported by a pair of black jockstrap. Each round, we tried to one up the other. He licked the back of my ear, I full on licked his ear inside and out, he even sat behind me and played with my nipples. I made sure I didn't accidentally let out any moaning. Everything was all in the name of distracting the other person of course but I was getting hard. I didn't want Keith to see my boner so my last couple rounds I laid on my stomach instead so Keith wouldn't see my rock hard dick. As soon as my last round started, he pulled down my shorts, exposing my whole butt. I said "I played the game naked at home so that ain't going to do anything to hurt my game. If anything, it puts me at ease to take the crown for sure". My attention is fully on the game but I heard Keith said "is that so?" and I heard him walking away, opened and closed his drawer, and I heard couple bottles opening and closing. I said "are you getting your beside lotion? If you are, that's perfect. I could use a nice shoulder rub. You can start calling me the king bc I'm on my way to break my personal best" then I heard Keith whisper right next to my ear softly "we'll see about that. Tell me. Do always play this game at home with a hard on? ". He then reach into the sofa and grab my hard dick and lean me on my side slightly and started stroking it. He caught me off guard but I thought we were still trying to one up the other person so I said "keep stroking that. My dick is hard only bc the first thing you gonna have to do after I win is to put that down your throat". His arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him and said "you haven't won yet mister. You still need 10 kills and only 60 seconds to go". When he did that, he shotgun me a mouth full of smoke that he got off his vape and gave me a good head buzz. Meanwhile, He stopped stroking me and rest his hands on my hip. I didn't noticed that he had lube up his dick and was sliding up and down my butt crack. By the time I realized what he was doing, I felt a little warming sensation and heard a wet pop, his whole head slid into my ass before I could make a sound. By the time I did make a sound, his had his hand and a wet rag over my mouth. The rag smelled like some sort of chemical so my vision started to blurred and my body went soft. Mean while, he felt my muscle relaxed so his dick made its way deeper. I wanted to moan but I did everything I could to hold back bc the basement door suddenly opened. Keith's mom brought us a plate of fruit. She noticed that we were cuddling, which was something we had casually done before. We both still had our shirts on so nothing appear out of ordinary to her. She was completely unaware that we had no nothing on under the blanket that Keith throw on us last minute and her son's dick was making his way up my virgin asshole. It was so big and made me feel so full. I didn't even know how much I had taken bc it took everything out of me to aoo normal. When Keith's mom looked away for a few to turn up the basement theremostat for us, Keith placed the rag over my nose and mouth once again and whispered to me "take a deep breath then hold it in". As I followed Keith's instructions, I could feel his dick going deeper and deeper slowly as I inhaled. His mom turned up the thermostat the started making her way back up stairs. "you boys behave down here" she said as she made her way up. I let out the deep breath of poppers i inhaled and grab a big pillow and put my head into it and let out the moan I've been holding back for what felt like eternity. As soon as I lifted my head up, Keith put the rag in front of my nose and mouth once more and said "couple more deep breath. You're so tight but you're almost there. Baby Come on. You can do it. Take it all the way in". I could feel Keith pulling his dick 2/3 of the way out to reapply the warming lube on the shaft of his dick. His hands are covering my nose and mouth with such force that I was inhaling poppers whether I liked it or not. I feel my vision closing in, my ass warming up, and his balls now touching my butt. When his hard throbbing dick was all the way in he whispered "good job, Ben. That was all 10 inches of me. Relax and just feel it in you. Inhale more poppers on the rag and just focus on the feeling. I bet you can feel my blood pumping through my dick, can't you? It is hard as a rock bc damn you have a nice hole. Tight like mine just a year ago. I saw you made a tent earlier when I pinched your nipples so I decided to go for it. You're the first person to take in all of my dick. I'm impressed. Here take two more deep breath, one on each side." Keith put the popper bottle right under my nose this time. Left then right. "good now hold it" he straddle on top of me, grabbed the remote and turned on some music on TV and shoved my head deep into the pillow and held on hands together behind my back with one hand and started moving his pelvis back and forth. My head was buzzing and I was moaning without holding back now but with my head shoved in the pillow and music playing, my moaning was barely audible. Keith's head was massaging my prostate in a steady rhythm. I could hear him trying to keep his own moaning down. "oh ben.. I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready for it?" I knodded. Then I felt Keith pressing his body hard against my back and his body tensed up, 4-5 warm waves of his warm cum hitting my inner rectum wall. When he rolled down on my side and turned me side way, his mushroom head touched my prostate and the pressure of it and his warm cum made me shot my cum hard hands free. I let out the first groan without anything over my mouth. He panicked and covered my mouth with his big hand through the rest of my orgasm. My cum got on his hair, my hair, our faces. After 30 seconds or so.... He finally started letting go of me. We both covered in sweat and cum and was still recovering from the intense pleasure that we just had. I said "why did we wait until now to do this?" he said "I don't know but I promise you this won't be the last. I have so much more to show you". We parted way a few hours later on our way to our college. We wanted to fuck once more but his parents interrupted us every few minutes we honestly couldn't. Keith slapped my butt as I walked upstairs and said, I guess I will see you during winter break. I'll have a good Christmas present for you. He giggled. I had no idea what was on his mind but all I know was no cock had felt nearly as good as his since I got to college. However, I did learn a few new tricks that I plan on showing him when I see him. 😏

On my knees between his legs with him propped up against the headboard so we can see each other.

I just wonder how some of these people who are SO against funding HIV and other STD medications would feel if the "shoe was on the other foot" and they were the ones infected? Talk about hypocrites. They should be ashamed of themselves..........I won't call them out by screen name because I value my time here, but you can't show any compassion for fellow BZ members? Idiots.....

The onto raw meat at Inn Leather 😄

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

Now that I am back home in GC, I am doing the dunes. I missed the sun and the freedom of sex in the open. Maybe tomorrow being Sunday I will start at Factory (they now open at 5pm on Sundays), continue at 9 to Noxon for a couple of hours, head to Reds around 11. By then, everyone at Reds will be ready to unload, and I will be there to collect LOL. I will finish the night at Construction. Probably around 1am. Not too many people will be left there at that time on a Sunday night. Hopefully, I will have some good loads dripping down and more tops will add their own. Usually it's the 60+ guys that cum first. Then, the vers bottoms who like to top for the last one, And then the ones who have been holding back all night. Usually they cum in a quick row before they head out. That's the best time: from 1:30 to 2:30. And then the Pride walk back home LOL Hole full of cum dripping down, past the homeless guy with the dog at the corner, sit down for a shawrma at Kasbah smelling of cock and poppers, and hoping the Arab looking guy at the temple is still looking for a cock to suck.... Then a new week can begin! LOL

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As I stared in shock garret began stripping his clothes off. “You see son” garret said “ about twelve or so years ago I met your mother and father. We met at a bar and I soon realized their secret, they were both bottom sluts. They would go around getting guys to breed both of them because your mom and dad are both total cum whores.” Garret got his shirt off revealing massive nipple piercings almost as big as that in his septum, along with a hairy barrel chest covered in tattoos. He grabbed my father’s head and stuffed it into his pits as he continued undressing. “They were completely willing to take my raw cock, though I didn’t tell them I was poz, and once they had a taste it was so good they agreed to be my slaves.” He said as he took his jeans off. Underneath he wore only a filthy jock that clearly had never been washed and was stretched to the edge with a massive bulge. “ both your parents couldn’t get enough, though you were so young I doubt you remember but one would take turns taking care of you for a few days while the other got high as a kite and took my toxic seed non-stop for days” he pulled the jock down revealing a nearly nine inch long soft cock, it was nearly as thick as a beer can and tattooed same as the rest of him. At the tip gleamed a massive metal piercing with two sharp spikes. He took my fathers head from his pit and forced him to his knees before shoving the massive cock straight down his throat. “Now your parents knew this wouldn’t work forever so they had to come up with something new” he said as he violently fucked my fathers throat “ they thought about divorce so one could live with me full time and the other raise you, but they love each other too much for that.” Garret said, patting my father’s head “ so they came up with an idea, tell you your mother died so that she could live with me in ecstasy, while your father raises you slowly, preparing you to become my slave.” As garret finished he pull out of my father’s throat, flipped him around and the bottomed out into his hole as my dad moaned in pleasure. I was shocked, my mom was alive and not only had she left me for sex but both my parents had given me over to this man. “Dad is this true” I asked in horror “Ah-all of-OH it fuck Luke” he moaned out “don’t-uh worry son-oh god yes - masters cock is SO FUCKING GOOD fuck, you’ll love it” he was lying on the table now moaning incoherently. “So son what do you think are you ready to become my slave and join your family” garret said I stood up to leave “fuck y-uh” I began stumbling as my head began to swim, “I wondered when the g we put in the whiskey was gonna kick in, don’t worry son you’re fine, your dad and I just wanted to make sure you were in the right mindset to convert” “What did you” I slurrd out as I clutched the table. Garret pulled out of my father and grabbed me “shh son dont you worry just come sit over here with me” he whispered leading me to the couch. As my dad went to another room. “Now son I hate to say it but you were born to be a cumslut” garret said as we sat on the couch him pulling my body into him. He turn on the tv which blared a homosexual orgy as he said “I’m just making sure you make the right choice because I care for you like you’re my own son, I mean you practically are because I’ve fucked both your parents more times than they have fucked each other.” My dad walked back into the room with a tray of crystals,powders, and syringes. He placed it on the coffee table then kneeled at garrets feet. Garret took his arm from around me and said “strip son” I thought for a second and realized I needed to see what was so special about garret, I needed to know why my parents wanted him so much. I stood up and stripped my clothes off. I was slightly hairy and had a lot of hair around my ass. Garret kicked my father in the balls hard yelling “I thought I told you to put nair in his body wash you stupid fag” “I’m sorry master” my father begged from the ground “ I did but he never left it on long enough, but it is patchier” “You’re fucking useless, you know I was thinking about letting you fuck him tonight after I break him in but after this there’s no fucking way” garret said with disdain. “Just shove some crystal in his hole already we gotta get him going” “Yes master” my father said then forced me to lean over the table before violently forcing three fingers into me. My hole burned as he quickly rammed them in and out before picking up the four largest crystals and shoving them into my ass. If I thought my dads fingers hurt, these were awful. They burned like crazy and cut up the inside of my hole. My dad then changed from the normal porn to something stranger as the burning in my ass slowly turned to pleasure then craving I heard deep voices from the tv encouraging my slutty urges as I saw whores get fucked by big burley men. I soon realized it was only one man, Garret, Master, fucking, no, owning two people I recognized closely, my mom and dad. As I watched my parents get fucked I felt a hand enter my ass with next to no resistance, followed by murmurs behind me. The murmurs however were drowned out by the voices, they told me to accept my nature, give myself over to lust, and to follow my parents footsteps. After a while I felt the hand come out of me and turned around to see my master. The man who I needed more then anything. He say like a god, his heavenly cock erect in front of him. I tried to go down to suck him but felt myself held back. My father grabbed me and held my cock out. He took a string and wrapped it tight around the base. He then took a two needles and shoved them both into my cock pushing the plungers in before ripping off the string and beating my dick for a few seconds while I felt the tsunami of ecstasy roll over me. I then knelt down to take my gods offering. As his holy cock entered my mouth I tasted my fathers blood on his cock. Master allowed me no time to adjust before slamming all 12 inches of his rock hard cock into my mouth, cutting up my throat. As master began piston fucking my throat I felt more of the crystals enter my hole, along with other powders and liquids. After who knows how long, master pulled my throat off of his cock and pulled me to his face. “You’ve done such a good job faggot” my master said “but now is the hardest part. I’m going to claim you forever. I’m not sure if you’ll remember this tomorrow because we have given you a lot of different drugs and we’re going to keep giving you more but you love it don’t you slut” he said as I tried to speak in response but my throat was too bruised so I just moaned “Good boy now hold out your arms, I like my sluts flying” I held out both my arms as he and my father put syringes into both my arms before pushing them down. At this point I barely felt the added high but would gladly take any drug master gave me. I felt master turn me around and line his cock up with my hole. Violently he slammed all the way in and as I felt my hole tear in two a mix of cum and piss shot from my cock as I felt the most intense organs of my life. After what felt like hours I heard talking behind me “oh my god is that him” I heard a woman’s voice say “it is our boy is taking master like a champ.” My dad responded. I then heard master say “ your boy is doing great Claire in fact he might end up better then you, we’ve got him flying on damn near every drug under the sun and he only wants more.” I then saw the woman walking infront of me with my father. She was a short blond wearing only a tiny dress that did little to cover her massive breasts. “Hi sweetheart” she said to me taking my face in her hand “it’s been so long but I’m so proud of the slut you’ve become” she said as she kissed me and I just continued moaning. She then took two of the syringes off the tray and asked my father “what are these hun” “Ket and Heroin darling” he responded “Oh fun” she said “put your arms out for mommy sweetheart she needs to get you higher” I did as she told me and felt another wave of pleasure overtake me as she shot the drugs into my system. My mom and dad stayed with me, continuing to give me more and more drugs as master endlessly filled my hole. When light began to shine through the windows the tray had been cleared I finally fell off masters cock. “How many loads did you give him master” my mother asked while I watched my father clean masters cock from my blood and juices. “About 20 I think, good thing I loaded up on viagra, he’s mine for sure, though lord knows what he’ll remember with all the drugs we gave him.” “Oh well if he doesn’t remember master we just get to corrupt him all over again” “Ha I suppose you’re right whore now don’t let your husband do all the work” master said as I lost consciousness. — thanks for reading at the moment I don’t plan on Claire being anything more than a watcher and encourager. If I do decide to do something with her I’ll put it in the proper forum. Just felt like this needed to be said

This whole topic is coming up ever more frequently in conversations with my fellow Gen-X contemporaries. I’m currently on sexcation in Gran Canaria, and this year more than ever I’ve noticed that the only guys really going for it seem to be ones aged 45 and up. There are very few young guys in the sex clubs, and those that do find their way inside one seem unwilling and/or unable to play, not only with us old-timers, but even amongst themselves. Same with the Dunes. I thought that maybe it was all happening online, but I had a 25-year-old friend staying with me for a few days, and he found there wasn’t a lot going on there either. I did accompany him one Saturday night to the big ‘disco’-style gay bar (Mykonos) and its after-hours sister club (Mantrix), just to see what was happening outside my own cum-soaked bubble: plenty of younger gay guys in evidence there, all partying away with their female friends, so they obviously haven’t disappeared completely. But interestingly, the dark rooms in both clubs were completely dead: it’s clear that sex just isn’t a priority for these guys. I think it’s a shame for us and for them. I enjoy playing with guys my age and older, but diversity is always a good thing, and it would be fun if some younger guys got back in the game. And I really do think they are missing out on one of the great joys in life, and will be somewhat stunted as human beings for the lack of it. I suppose in an effort to minimize the kind of historical sexual abuse that we’re all so painfully aware of these days, these kids have had it drilled into them that they should respect their own bodies and the bodies of those around them. But I think this has unwittingly led to the demonization of all sexual activity. Add to that regular bouts of hysteria about STI’s, etc- and it’s not surprising that young people view sex as dangerous and dirty, and something to be avoided. A new form of puritanism is being born, and although thankfully I don’t feel that at the moment younger generations are in any way judgmental about the disgraceful activities indulged in by their elders, I do fear that that day may come.

A friend of mine recently told me, “Our generation (GenX) is the last generation capable of entertaining themselves.” She was speaking in the context of reading books and other activities that require long investments of attention and more cognitive or physical effort, but she may be right. What happens if suddenly there were no electricity? I know my GenZ kids would find things to do because we live in a more rural area and we emphasized other things, but I can see many having a significant problem. Something that underscores this is the increasing frequency of times when I’ll get a hit on one of the apps saying, ‘wyd’, and I tell them what I’m doing, then ask ‘How about you?” And they reply, “Bored.” So they’ve lost the skills to stimulate themselves offline, and now they’re growing so oversaturated and desensitized to what they find online that nothing online stimulates them either. When one watches pornography, many find that it takes increasingly extreme depictions to elicit the same level of titillation, just like drug use, until at last there’s nothing available with the power to move them, and the dull hunger becomes impossible to relieve. I fear a gradual increase of anxiety, impulsiveness, and even violence over time as humanity’s addiction to online content becomes unmanageable.

Go back over what you wrote: • You can find porn anywhere (because it’s online) • Nobody seems to care about meeting people (they interact virtually online) • They expect you to respond instantly (they get instant gratification online) • They immediately start searching for next (the online market never closes, is n their pocket, and searching is simple) • Instagram, Twitter (people are living through electronic avatars of themselves that we call profiles) • Many of them have OnlyFans (Do-it-yourself pornstars, made possible by the internet. Why just have sex when you could also be making (usually very little) money on it?) It’s the internet. Everything you mentioned points back to the way the internet has changed the way people interact. Sex isn’t easy. Hooking up requires an investment of time and energy, and it isn’t an even playing field - some people have inherent advantages and disadvantages, and trying to compete is relatively difficult and complicated, for most people. Online seems to make everything easier, less harsh, less demanding, less personal. So I don’t think it’s that millennials are any less sexy than anyone else, they have just emerged into a world in which humanity has been trapped in an electronic fishbowl of its own design, and now they can only swim in small, unsatisfying circles.

I've just started going to an adult theatre and look for the least attractive older men to have sex with. I'm 47, cute, in pretty good shape. All my life I pretty much stuck with guys around the age I was , at the time. And looked for the cute ones with good bodies and nice cocks. Lately I want ugly men, fat guys, rail thin bony guys, small cocks, ugly cocks, hairy backs, acne scars on their faces, etc. I want to used by men who don't get many offers. I want to give myself to them. I want to swallow their loads. And get barebacked and bred by them. At first they are surprised I want them. They seem grateful that somebody desires them. And i really get turned on and desire them.But what makes me feel like a real whore is when they start to use me like a slut and take advantage of me as they wish. They treat me like any random hole.Then all the trolls come over to use me. When one is having his way with me, it's like a green light to any other troll to use me. I love it .

Got my dick hard!

The next morning I was woken up by Cain for my “initiation.” Cain explained that there was not much actually involved in the initiation and I had nothing to worry about. To begin, Cain brought me to a small tiled room in the main house. Two brothers in loincloths stood inside and grabbed me when I entered. I resisted at first but then remembered I wanted this and gave in. They tied my hands to a chain hanging from the ceiling so only the tips of my toes could touch the ground. “Do not worry, this will hurt but it is worth it” said Cain as he put a plastic bag around my head. I felt hands rubbing some burning substance onto me and writhed in pain. After a few minutes a high pressure stream hit me hard washing the substance off. After the let me down they took the bag off my head and I gasped in air. I had not realized that I couldn’t breathe until it was taken off. I gazed at Cain in the doorway as he simply said “Come” I followed obediently. As we walked down the hall I realized that the thin coating of hair I had was now gone leaving me as hairless as all the other members of the family. Cain led me into a dark room. Once inside I could not see anything, only faint candles lighting the edges of the room. As I stood in the center 30 people all nude came out from the darkness with father at their head. Two caged men came forward and grabbed me, forcing me to my knees while holding my arms out. “Welcome child are you ready to take your first step to joining our family” said father “Yes I am father but where is Presley” I asked “He is taking his own path child, do not worry he is in ecstasy” father replied “Ok father” “ Good” he nodded to the two men holding my arms “begin” Both the men slammed needles into my arms and pushed down injecting what I assumed was meth into my bloodstream. I had never slammed before and was thrown into another world. All the men around me began chanting and I soon felt hand rubbing me. I felt something latch onto my cock as father lifted me up and I felt something enter my hole. Father looked into my eyes and I saw eternity in his eyes. “Please… please father… please” I begged without knowing what I was begging for. A moment later my vision went black and everything fell away.

For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”

Daddy kept me in that room for weeks, coming down multiple times a day to fill my cunt with his toxic seed. He would prick my finger and draw blood about once a week. I assumed he was testing to see if his dna had infected me yet. After six weeks he came down and turned the machine off. As I looked up at him he smiled back saying “ good news son, you’re pregnant” I was overjoyed at the news that daddy and I were bound together for life. “ now it’s time to mark you up son” he said “ back in the day I ran my own tattoo parlor, I’ve always loved tatting up a pregnant boy” Over the next few hours daddy gave me seven tattoos. A biohazard symbol around my hole and the head of my clit-I came twice getting that one- a lock symbol above my clit, a tramp stamp that said “ all loads welcome,” a pig on one of my ass cheeks and a fist on the other, and a tattoo above my pecs that said “ poz boy” “” you’re starting to look like a real pig now son, but we’re only getting started.” The next step in my transformation was piercings, lots of them. Daddy started with a septum ring, continuing with 2 nipple rings. He gave me a PA- I was disappointed I had to start with such a small one- and a series of piercings down my clit he called a Jacob’s ladder. “ you look so fucking piggy son, now I have a gift for you” he said guiding me outside to the shed. I was shocked when we walked inside and my boss was lying there fucking himself with a toilet brush. When he saw us he came running forward and got on his knees begging “ please Scott give me your toxic seed I need it so bad, please! I need that bug” I looked over at daddy curious and he shrugged “ don’t look at me, he was already like this, he found me on a poz dating site his first night here and came to my room begging” said daddy “ I’ve been saving him for you though, think of him as a pozing gift, your cock is still bloody enough where he should be guaranteed to get pregnant” My former boss looked up at me expectantly and I kicked him hard in the balls. When he keeled over I pushed him fully onto the ground and began rapeing his torn up hole with my bloody bug cock. After 2 minutes I came and realized happily that this was my new life. — thanks y’all so much for the positive feedback, I think this is where I’m going to end the story for a while at least

36 male here been bi probably most of my life.. me and my best friend at the time.. we was hanging out in his bedroom he pulled out his cock and started jacking it he saw me looking at it he said come take a taste. I did and started sucking on it and sucking on his balls after he shot deep down my throat he pulled out his started slapping me with it giving me some cum on my face I went to go back and lay down he pulled down my shorts and underwear and just straight up slide his dick in my ass almost like rape kept telling him no but that angered him and he shoved my boxers in my mouth and said just relax your gonna love this he started fucking me eventually it felt great and I loved it and begged him to fuck me we switched positions a few times rode him doggy he was telling me how much of a nasty pos I am. He finally shot his load deep in my ass.. after that we fucked almost daily for two years till I moved away - he’d come over fuck me on the sofa the floor my bed my mothers bed was super hot he shot his load so deep in me made us lay there with my ass on her pillow while it was leaking out made me jack off on her pillow and panties.. that was his favorite place to fuck was her bed said a mother of a slut boy deserves to sleep on a man’s cum made wear her panties a few times to while he was fucking me

I’m proud of my body, I love showing it off and yeah I am an older guy, but my powerful muscle bear build is something I am very proud of. The kid was one of those perfect ones, you know the sort angelic face and a body built from long hours in the gym, but also so that naïve that he did not know how perfectly hot he was, we first saw him when we were on the beach, I was dozing idly scratching my chest when my buddy Duke, a big black brute of a muscle daddy, poked me “hey bro look at the chicky coming outa the water” , chicky was Adams term for any young lad who got his poz dick a twitching), I opened my eyes to see a very cute smooth muscle boy in a bikini brief come striding out of the surf totally oblivious to the leering stares of a lot of the guys on the beach, my dick twitched in my shorts and I grinned “fuck yeah he is hot!”. Both Duke and I watched as the kid sprayed himself with some suntan lotion and lay face down on his lounger, his bubble butt sticky up encased like two hard boiled eyes in a hanky. I grinned Duke went into action, all those years of working on the London stage had given him skills for sure though no stardom, I watched as Duke circled round as discreetly as he could, going on the sea before nonchalantly walking up the beach and somehow ‘managing’ to look very convincing when he stumbled and knocked the boys stuff flying and then making profuse apologies to the kid giving him the perfect opportunity to chat. Now Dukes look and bulk is enough to scare the shit out of most people but he oozes charm and has the gift of the gab that mixed with his deep smooth voice disarms most people within seconds and sure enough the two were soon chatting away like old friends. I pretended to be asleep when Duke brought the kid over to our loungers, “hey Ted wake up, this is Bobby”, I opened my eyes and put on my best smile reaching up putting out my hand “hey bobby”, the kid smiled back “hi Ted”, as Bobby sat down on Dukes lounger Duke exclaimed “I’m such a clumsy idiot, I trod on Bobby’s bag and got suntan oil over his clothes!”, bobby gave a cute little laugh “hey its no problem”, Duke pouted “but it is, I feel terrible”, that made me laugh along with bobby at the look on Dukes face. We drank some wine from our cooler and chatted easily and a tipsy Bobby soon became very forthcoming with information, he was on his gap year from university and he’d arranged to meet some friends here in Spain for a week of partying but had got the dates wrong and had arrived two days before his buddies and was having to stay in a hostel, when he said that he’d giggled “I don’t know, I’m so dumb sometimes”, both Duke and I laughed at that but the sly wink Duke gave me said it all. I looked at my watch saying “we’d better go soon”, Bobby looked a bit sad but brightened up when I added “hey Bobby, why don’t you come to our apartment with us, we can watch your gear and have a few more drinks?”, he smiled a sweet smile “okay that would be ace” and laughed completely unaware of the connotations when Duke added slyly emphasizing the ‘T’ “Yeah, we can have a nice party!” Back at the apartment and a few drinks later Bobby sat on the sofa looking nervously at the glass pipe Duke held out in front of him after he’d watched Duke and I blow clouds, he bit his lip “I dunno if I should”, Dukes voice was smooth like honey “hey bobby you’ve smoked weed right and liked it right?” and after Bobby nodded continued “well this is better”, Bobby’s hand was shaking as he took the pipe laughing nervously “it ain’t going to make me do anything stupid right?”, I could only chuckle “no son, if anything it will make you the opposite of that” Bobby blew out a big cloud and we could see that the effect was quick on him, his pretty blue eyes dilated and he flushed as he leaned back whispering “oh wow”, as Duke lit the pipe again grinning as bobby took the pipe in his mouth inhaling deeply, I put my hand on bobby’s thigh running it up to his swimsuit and gave his bulge and nice squeeze “feels great eh boy?”, bobby grinned and laughed “fuck yeah feels great, make me feel tingly and horny!” I rubbed his tenting bikini “yeah I can feel that son” and then pulled the front of his bikini down engulfing his decent sized boy cock in my mouth making him whimper “oh fuck” Duke laughed “oh you will be Bobby boy, don’t you worry”

usually start off encounters by rubbing his cock through his pants with some kissing, then I get on my knees and suck…. After a little bit I’ll push them to the side of the bed and suck a little more before using my spit and their precum as lube and mounting them… I like to start off on top to have control so I make sure to make his cock nice and wet and sloppy — I’m not the kind of bottom who serves the top, I’m there to have the most intense type of orgasm a faggot can experience, a complete handsfree shot and starting off on top guarantees I’ll be leaking all over for my top!

I was taking this one pretty regular for a few months. Then he stopped texting. 😢

I guess I should add, how exciting it is for me to find a yang buck g’ed out at a party, move them someplace quiet. Start undressing or cutting their cloths from them. Exploring their bodies, sucking they soft cocks, shotgunnning them to keep em breathing, maybe a little trim is N their cock and get on top and ride awhile. Then bump them back into reality and see their response.

I went into the toilet and wiped my backside which was dripping with Bill's sperm and the residue of the night before with an old rag on the shelf. Bill told me some of the guys liked to wank with it. Then I grabbed a black bag and went off to empty the bins. I heard voices as I made my way upstairs, so a few guys had come in early. As I approached the TV room, I heard Arthur say "Yeah, he's a right little pig, alright. Nice tight hole to relieve yourself inside. Had him a couple of times" Then another man said. "Great! You're a dirty sod, Arthur! Does he know you're poz, then?" Arthur laughed. " Oh yeah! We've all had him and he knows our spunk is swimming with bugs!" "Well, " he said. "Just what I need. I could do with a fuck and shoot some dirty spunk up his slutty hole!" But I was less concerned about the conversation, and more about the second man's voice. Was it? Could it be? I peered cautiously around the door to see three naked men on the sofa - Arthur and a man I recognised from the flat I had visited. But it was the third man that made my heart skip a beat. Grandad! I had seen him in the pool on holiday before, but never naked. He lay back in the cushions, fat hairy body and balding head, and I saw for the first time the thick, stubby erection in his fist. I quietly moved back and fled downstairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Laughed Bill when he saw my pale face. "What's up?" "I can't work today. I have to go." I said. "Whoa! Not so fast. What's up?" So I told him what I'd seen and he roared with laughter. "So Jim is your grandad, eh? Well well. I guess it runs in the family. He's a dirty old sod, but a nice fat arse. I've seeded it a few times." I was aghast. Not only was my grandfather here, but he was obviously poz if Bill had fucked him. "You're not going anywhere, Timmy. Get back up there and do your job." I looked at him and realised I could walk out. But I really didn't want to. My cock was swelling with excitement and I knew what I had to do. With increasing embarassment I went back up stairs. I paused outside the door. Could I really do this? Then, with a sigh, I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with the men. "Here he is. Nice arse on it, eh?" Said Arthur, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sofa. I saw my grandad's shocked face as Arthur pushed me onto my knees, stood up and got behind me. "So, we 'ain't seen you for a while, Jim. What you been up to?" As he spoke, he slid his cock into my dripping hole and sighed happily. Grandad was red-faced and his mouth gaped in surprise. Arthur started to slowly fuck me as he waited for a reply. "Well, er... I've been...busy...you know." His eyes were glued to the cock sliding in and out of me.

don't forget young faggots, there's nothing wrong with sucking your fathers cock. you were born to suck cock.that means any cock.that means as many cocks as you can get in your slutty mouth. suck off every male relative you can.suck off every male friend and classmate and teammate and acquaintance you can. do your duty and fulfill your purpose as a faggot. jerk men off with your mouth and throat any chance you get and thank them for letting you

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.