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It's a longer chapter! ---------------------------- Part Three: Acceptance My heart started thumping hard as I told Mike my deepest, darkest desire. Would he reject me? Worse yet, laugh in my face? Time felt like it had slowed down until I looked up at his bearded face and watched as what had to be one of the most evil-looking smiles spread across his face. It was at that moment that I knew without a doubt I had hit the figurative jackpot. “Well, fuck….” Mike said, letting his smoke drift out of his mouth in the sexiest way, before reaching down and beginning to rub my hard dick through the pouch of my jockstrap, “I definitely think we can make that happen.” I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as I felt his hand groping my dick and balls. “So, boy,” he said, taking another puff of his pipe, and then blowing the smoke in my face, “You smoke?” “Not really…” I replied, again nervous that this sex god in front of me would laugh in my face or decide it wasn’t worth his time, “I mean I’ve tried to smoke cigarettes while drunk before, and a cigar once… but I didn’t get very far. I was kinda hoping that maybe you’d be willing to teach me and shape me into a smoker.” “Damn,” he said, grinning even larger, “So I essentially got myself a real smoke virgin?” I nodded, not sure how else to answer. He let go of my dick and balls and stepped back. “Well, I suppose I could turn you into a real smoker tonight,” he pondered aloud, “Hell, I’m more than willing to turn you into the twisted little piggy you want to be. But that means you’ll do everything I say, no argument.” Again, I nodded. I was speechless, this man, the smoking sex god of my dreams, not only was going to make me a smoker but also turn me into a full pig. Had I died and gone to heaven? Or was I going to wake up from a wet dream at any moment? “Yes or no, boy,” Mike demanded, taking his pipe out of his mouth and pointing the stem at me sternly, “I need an answer.” “Fuck… um, yes!” I exclaimed, drawing the attention of the other men in the dressing room. “Good answer, pig boy,” he said, walking away. I stood there stupidly for a second. Why was he leaving? Was he just joking? What in the actual fuck? All those thoughts and more raced through my head as he continued walking away. Suddenly, Mike stopped, looking over his shoulder. “You coming or not, fucker,” he asked, taking a massive draw on his pipe before shooting a massive nose jet. I jumped with a start, and after quickly making sure I had my key and had shut my locker, rushed to follow after him, enjoying the smell of his smoke drifting behind him. Soon enough, we were at another set of much larger lockers in a different part of the locker room. I watched as Mike reached into one of the pockets on his vest, procuring a key and opening what I assumed to be his locker. I stood silently as he began taking off his pants, revealing what had to be one of the biggest pierced and uncut cocks I had ever seen. “Like what you see, slut?” Mike asked, grabbing his dick and shaking it at me. “Jesus, your dick is… just wow,” I said, imagining that monster pounding away inside of me, destroying my insides before unloading deep in my guts. Mike let out a soft chuckle, before turning around and setting his pipe in the locker. Behind him, I could see several bottles of poppers, some toys and plugs, and what looked like a few jars of pipe tobacco, several large bowled pipes, a carton of Marlboro Reds, and a small humidor full of cigars. I continued watching as he stripped out of his jacket and hung it in the locker, revealing even more tattoos. Fuck, this man is so fucking sleazy and sexy, I thought to myself, slowly letting my hand drift to my cock. I looked at all the different tattoos, imagining myself getting covered in them as well. “We won’t be having any of that now, boy,” he said, turning around and holding up a stainless steel chastity cage, looking at me touching myself, “I figured we’d keep you nice and horny all night. The only way you’re going to cum is from your ass getting wrecked.” I could only nod, as he continued to rummage around in the locker, grabbing one of those familiar red and white packs. Suddenly, a slightly older, hairy, and slightly overweight but still muscular Hispanic guy walked up, his face covered with a five-o-clock shadow, and smoking a cigarette. He took a quick look at me and then slapped Mike on his back. “Hey, fucker,” he said, a slight Hispanic accent coming through in his deep voice, “ ready for another fuck fest tonight?” Mike laughed, grabbing the guy’s beefy ass and shaking it. “I’m sure you already have a few loads up there already,” he said, before nodding over at me, “This here is Dillon. Dillon, this twisted fucker is Pedro.” I smiled at Pedro, not sure what to say. As I began to look at the tattoo on his stomach, Pedro suddenly walked up to me, Red dangling in his mouth, and in a split second, pulled me into a bear hug, his hand quickly making its way down my back to my asshole. “Damn baby, you’re one cute little fucker, eh,” he asked, slowly massaging my entrance with his rough index finger. I couldn’t lie, it felt amazing. So much so, that I started to moan. “Hey now,” Mike said, slapping away his hand, “This slut is mine. I’m gonna be turning him into the smokey cum pig of his dreams.” With that comment, Mike winked at me, before opening a pack of Reds himself and lighting it up. “Damn,” Pedro replied, quickly releasing me and drawing hard on his Red, “Too bad. Would have loved to sample that tight fuck tunnel.” “Don’t worry, fucker, you’ll get to do more than just sample it later tonight,” Mike replied, slapping his hand on Pedro’s shoulder, “This one wants the full experience.” “Fucking nice,” Pedro laughed, “I’ll definitely save a huge load of my special sauce for that sweet ass.” With that, Pedro walked away, leaving only a cloud of smoke in his wake. “Follow me,” Mike said, snapping me out of my slight fuck haze, and we began walking to the bathroom part of the locker room. — Quickly, we walked up to one of the urinals. “Going to need to get that dick calmed down,” Mike said, showing me the chastity cage as he talked, “Then we can get this on and let the real fun begin.” “Oh, um, how do we do that,” I asked, unsure. “Consider this lesson one, pig,” he said, grabbing my dick and aiming it at my chest, “Try and piss.” Suddenly, it made sense to me. Pissing would make me soft, and thus be able to get the cage on me. And I’d also get to experience piss play in the process. I nodded and slowly began to relax, trying to will myself to start peeing. At first, nothing happened. As time slowly went by I began to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform, and that would be the end of the night. But then, I felt Mike grab my balls tightly and squeeze almost to an uncomfortable level. Suddenly I felt my bladder win the battle, and with a force I didn’t even know I had, began spraying myself in the face with a steady stream of hot, yellow piss. “Open that toilet mouth, boy,” Mike commanded, “Get a nice taste of that boy piss so it doesn’t go to waste.” I complied and felt as my piss was quickly aimed at my mouth. Salty and a tiny bit bitter was the first thing to come to mind, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. Not too bad really, something I should have tried sooner. Filling my mouth fill up, I closed my mouth and gulped. I was doing it, I was drinking my own piss. I continued to fill my mouth up, with Mike aiming my slowly softening dick, and then gulp down each mouthful. Soon enough, my bladder was empty, piss barely dripping out of the tip of my now soft dick. In a flash, Mike deftly put the cage on my cock, locking it up almost before I even knew what was happening. It looked rather hot in my mind. My dick was slightly too small for the cage, but not overly uncomfortable. Just enough to remind me it was there. “Good boy,” Mike said, checking out his handiwork before moving his hand up to my stomach, rubbing it, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell you to gulp your piggy piss.” I smiled at his showering of twisted affection, proud of myself for having done what I should on my path to being a total pig. Standing up, Mike pulled me close, wiping a few remaining drops of piss from my face before he took a deep drag on his cigarette. He leaned down and locked lips with me. At first, I didn’t know what to do. Then I felt his tongue licking at my lips. Opened them, and felt as he began to slide his tongue over mine, breathing a lung full of smoke into me. He began pulling away, and I immediately missed his smoky tongue rubbing against mine. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at me. “Hold the smoke in boy,” he said, rubbing his thumb on my nipple. I did what he said, and just when I couldn’t hold it any longer, he continued. “Now blow that smoke in my face, pig.” I did, marveling at how much thick smoke poured out of my mouth and nose. I was doing it. I was really smoking. “Fucking nice,” he exclaimed, pinching my nipple and causing me to moan. I felt my cock began to stir again, only this time it was stopped, held in the metal confines of my cage. “I don’t think we need to go slow,” he continued, pulling out the pack of Reds and getting another in his lips. Pulling out the lit one from his mouth after putting the pack back, he held it up to the unlit one, puffing it quickly to life. He then pulled it out and put it up to my lips. “Open up, boy,” he said, rubbing it on my lips. Part of me was screaming in the back of my mind, saying I should stop. That smoking is such a bad habit. That I could just stop everything and go home. Mike though grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard. I opened my mouth, and let him place it in, before wrapping my lips around the cigarette. “Last time you hesitate, boy,” he growled, releasing his grip on my now throbbing nipple, “Don’t forget, you said you’d do everything I tell you. And in exchange, you’ll become the pig you dream of being.” I nodded, mentally kicking myself for nearly blowing it. “Now boy, I want you to take a mouthful of smoke in and hold it in your mouth,” he said, holding me against him, rubbing my ass gently. I complied, surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste of the smoke filling my mouth. I had no idea why the last time wasn’t nearly as good as this unless the kinkiness of the entire situation was adding to it. “Now open your lips just slightly, and take a breath in,” he continued, grabbing my ass and massaging it, “Don’t let it fall out of your mouth. Once you take in your breath, I want you to hold it and let that smoke saturate your virgin lungs.” I followed his instructions, feeling the slight burn as the harsh smoke flooded my lungs. Holding the smoke in my lungs, I felt the urge to cough slowly disappear, and my dick begin to stiffen even more, now trapped and throbbing almost painfully in the cage. “Now let it out through just your nose. Give Daddy a nice nose jet,” he said, his finger slowly drifting to my asshole. Again, I did exactly as he said, amazed at the amount of smoke billowing out of my nose. “Now keep doing that over and over, pig,” he said, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talked, “I want to see you smoke that whole thing to the butt.” I smiled and nodded, repeating everything he had told me. While we smoked, I felt him slowly working a finger into my tight asshole. Occasionally, he’d motion at me to follow him in removing my smoke, and we’d make out, swapping the smoke back and forth as I felt his rough finger slowly probe deeper into my virgin ass. It was quickly followed by a second, and as he worked them both deeper, his fingernails catching occasionally, causing me to wince slightly each time. “Fuck yeah, smoke that red down while I rough up that sweet boy hole,” he growled in approval, pulling out his fingers only to spit on them and then go back to fingering me. Suddenly, I felt his fingers curl slightly, rubbing up against what I could only guess was my prostate. I instinctively sucked hard on the cigarette, flooding my lungs with smoke. I fought back the urge to cough, grabbing at my caged dick in a futile attempt to relieve myself somehow. “Hold in that lungful, pig,” he muttered, his fingers digging deeper into that magical spot deep inside my ass, “No coughing. Don’t forget we’re making you a real smoker.” I nodded, looking down at my cock trying to distract myself. My cage dick was leaking a steady trail of precum, which was slowly puddling up on the ground. Finally, the urge to cough passed, and I let out a massive cloud of thick smoke from my mouth and nose. “Yeah, bud, flood those virgin lungs,” he said, continuing to work his fingers deeper, scratching at the walls of my guts, “We’re gonna really fuck those lungs tonight.” I groaned at his assault on my ass, taking the hint and taking one direct lung inhale after another. I began to really feel a buzz, and before I knew it, I realized my Red was smoked down to the butt, the heat just licking at my lips. Pulling the butt out of my mouth, Mike removed his fingers from my ass and began to gently push down on my shoulder. I looked quizzically at him, letting him push me down to the floor, my knees resting on the cold tile. “Daddy’s gonna empty his bladder in his boy, and then we’re gonna move to the next lesson,” he answered, shaking his semi-hard cock at my mouth. Relaxing my jaw, I let him pull my jaw down with his thumb and waited until his piss began to spray into my mouth. “Here it comes,” Mike groaned, grabbing both sides of my head as his piss was suddenly spraying the back of my throat, “Gonna make you a real human urinal, you fucking pig.” My mouth was flooded. It was different from mine, but for some reason, I felt like it tasted better, even with it being a lot stronger than mine. I quickly wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, eager to catch every drop. I felt my stomach slowly bloat out as I kept gulping down as fast as I could, amazed at the sheer volume he had in him. Finally, the stream started to slow down, and I felt him running his hands through my hair. “Gooooood boy…” he cooed, Red dangling out of his mouth and he looked down at me, a happy expression on his face, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell his pig boy not to waste any precious piss.” I smiled around the large dick in my mouth, proud of myself in a perverted way. Convinced that he was done, I pulled off his cock, and wiped my mouth. I gladly accepted another Red, which Mike placed into my mouth. Bringing a lighter up to it, I drew hard as he brought the flame to the tip, bringing the ember to life as smoke streamed down my throat and deep into my lungs. I let out a deep sigh, smoke billowing as I felt the familiar rush of nicotine flooding my body. I grabbed his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it, relishing the heat and heft in my hand. “Come on fucker,” he said, helping me up before spanking my ass hard, “You passed the first round of becoming a nasty fucking pig. Let’s keep going.” I followed him happily, leaving my own trail of smoke as he led me out of the bathroom, and on to my next trial.

Chapter 3 I was startled when I felt a warm wet sensation around my ass. I looked back to see Adrian had his mouth around my ass and his tongue was swirling around my hole. This sensation was new to me, and the thought of of somebodies mouth on my ass was gross as hell, but I quickly fell in love with that tongue working around my ass. It felt so fucking good. Adrian held my legs in my place with his firm hands. His mouth kept working around my ass in circles, and I felt it working more and more into my hole. It felt so damn good I started pushing back on Adrian's face, trying to get more. I never wanted it to stop. I started letting out small moans that I could not control. My mind seemed to forget that I was about to be fucked and the predicament I was in, and all the tension just melted from my body. I felt betrayed by my body, I did not want to enjoy this but I could not control myself. My dick was hard as I had ever seen it and leaking like crazy. My ass was so wet with Adrian's spit, I could feel it running down my crack and over my balls. Adrian moved his mouth from my ass, and I felt my whole twitch. I let out an instinctive moan "mmmpphh Daddy please don't stop". I could not believe the words that I had just come out of my mouth. Did I just call this guy Daddy without even thinking about it? "Look at you little faggot, pushing your ass back in the air trying to keep it filled. You're such a slut". With that Adrian gave my ass a few more playful smacks. "Your such a little pussy boy, loving getting that pussy eaten out getting ready to be fucked by a big cock. I love turning little white sluts like you". The high I was on suddenly came crashing down, remembering that I was about to take a big black cock up my virgin ass. Adrian reached around and shoved a finger in my mouth before I could even react. "Get that finger wet so Daddy can stretch that little pussy so his big cock doesn't rip it up". I started sucking with everything I had, hoping to get that finger as wet as I could before he tried to stick it up my hole. Adrian took the finger from my mouth and it was quickly working around my ass hole. He pressed against my hole, swirling it around, before I finally felt it break the threshold and slide up my ass. It suprisingly didn't hurt, probably because his tongue had just worked it open a little bit. The finger just made my ass feel full. My cock twitched and a drop of precum slid out. "What the fuck is going with me?", I thought to myself. "Yeah baby open that hole up for Daddy's big dick", Adrian said to me as he starting working his finger in and out of my hole. I started to enjoy the finger in my ass as much as the tongue that had just been in it. Adrian was moving his finger in circle's, and every once in awhile it hit something in my ass that made me twitch and moan. I could not believe these new great feelings I was feeling in my ass. "Listen to you moan like one of your college sluts with a finger in your ass. Goddamn I'm turning you into such a little faggot". I was so embarassed, but I didn't care, as long as what Adrian was doing to my ass didn't stop. "Time for more little girl", Adrian said as he pulled the finger from my ass and brought them back to my mouth. He stuck the finger that had just been in my ass back in my mouth, along with a second finger. Sucking on something that was just in my ass repulsed me, but I did what Daddy wanted so I could get them back into my ass that now felt so empty. Adrian worked the two fingers back in my hole. I felt fuller, but my ass quickly accustomed to the second invader and I was back to moaning and pushing back on his finger's. Adrian repeated this process a third time, and added a 3rd finger to my tight ass. The entire time he told me how pathetic I was and I was such a little slut getting ready to be fucked. I was so ashamed of myself for loving this so much, but I figured come tommorrow I would be on my way and this would just be a memory. The fingers were pulled from my ass and Adrian told me it was time for his cock. My mind immediately cleared up and the fog of enjoying the fingers in my ass cleared. My heart raced at the thought of that big dick going in my ass. There was no way I could let this guy fuck me, I enjoyed the fingers and tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to take his cock. That seemed like things were going way to far. I have a girlfriend, I told myself, there's no way I could let this guy put his big dick in me. His cock was so big I also thought it would ruin my hole. "Holy fuck", I thought to myself. I can't do this. I felt Adrian's cock around my ass crack, teasing me,as he slid the head up and down and beat the shaft down on my ass cheeks. I moaned everytime the head brushed against my hole, my ass was so sensitive right that I couldn't stop myself. "You ready for this big dick baby boy? Hmm? This cocks about to gape this hole and it fill this pussy with Daddy's dirty cum". Hearing this made me panic, I had not thought about Adrian cumming in me. I had no clue what Adrian meant by "dirty cum". There was no way I could let him do that, the thought of him blowing his load in my ass made me sick to my stomach. "I don't think I want you to fuck me..sir...that seems like too much. I got a girlfriend bro... your tongue and fingers were one thing...but please don't put your cock in me." Adrian started laughing. "Buyer's remorse baby boy? Remember this is what you signed up for. I'm fucking this pussy tonight. I promise your little white college ass is gonna love it. But if you don't you learn to love this big dick, you can go off to college with my gift tommorrow and pretend this never happened. But, I bet that little fag ass is gonna be pusing backing on my big cock begging for more. Begging me to breed that tight pussy with my dirty cum". I was so in shock I didn't know what to say. "Can...Can..Do you have a condom..Sir?", I shyly asked Adrian, not sure how he would react. "What's the matter white boy? You afraid of having my black baby? You think I'm gonna knock that pussy up? I'll wear a condom just for you baby boy." He winked as he crawled off the bed, going over to his suitcase. He came back with a Magnum condom and a black piece of fabric, his hard cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. He knelt back behind me and I watched him rip open the condom and roll it down his dick. If my heart was racing before it was on overdrive now. I was about to be fucked by this dick. "I like to blindfold my boys the first time I fuck them, that way all you got to think about is this big dick fucking your ass". He rolled the spandex type fabric over my head, it looked like a face mask, but he just rolled it down over my eyes, leaving my face exposed. My vision went immiedately dark, as I lied there with my hands and legs bound I knew I had given up total control. There was nothing I could do now to keep this big cock out of my ass. The next thing I heard was the click of a cap, followed by cold liquid in my ass crack that Adrian worked into my hole with his fingers. I realized he was lubing my ass. I felt the bed shift, followed by a hard blunt object pressing at my hole that I knew was Adrian's dick. Adrian grabbed my hips and started to push his cock into my ass. "Goddamn this fucking pussy is so tight. Open up that big hole for this big Daddy dick. Push out like you're taking a shit baby boy or this is gonna be even harder for your ass to swallow this cock." I pushed out with my ass muscles, not wanting any more damage then I was already gonna get. My ass felt like it was being stretched to its limits, before I felt a pop, followed by the fat head of Adrian's cock slidng into my ass. I couldn't believe I was fucking letting this happen. All I could see was black with the blindfold on. Adrian was right, my senses were muted and all I could focus on was his dick going up my ass. Not that I would have forgotten. "There that pussy opens up, take this big dick", Adrian said as I felt his cock pushing into me. "Mmphh...fuck..oh my god its took fucking big...FUCKING TAKE IT OUT", I told Adrian as it felt like my ass was on fire. I thought he was ripping my ass in two, my ass had never felt so full. "Just let me break this cherry baby boy, its gonna hurt for a bit but you're gonna be pushing back against this cock soon. All you white fags do once their pussy opens up" Adrian responded, as I felt more of his cock slide into me. I started to pant and sweat as my ass was split open by what felt like a baseball bat. I could feel my eyes watering from the pain and I bit the comforter to help me get through it. I tried to move my ass forward, away from the invader, but Adrian grabbed tighter onto my hips and told me to "stop fucking moving, stop trying to crawl away from this dick white boy". Adrian kept pushing his cock into me slowly, before stopping and backing out a little ways before going back in, going a little further every time he pushed back in. Every time his cock pushed back in I let out a yelp and saw white in my eyes. Tears were rolling out of my eyes from the pain and collecting in the fabric around my eyes. "I love this fucking boy pussy", "Such a tight pussy", "Take this black cock faggot", Adrian mumbled under his breath as he invaded my ass. After what felt like an eternity of my ass being stretched open by Adrian's big cock, I finally felt the scratchy short pubes of Adrian's big ball sack resting against my ass. I had taken the whole I thing. I couldn't fucking believe this cock was in my ass. My own cock was hard as a rock and dripping more precum than I had ever seen below me, but I was so ashamed of letting this stranger fuck me. "Let's let this pussy open a minute before I fuck this ass", Adrian told me as he kept his balls resting against my ass, still holding my hips in place. Adrian would move his hips in circles, stretching my ass with his big dick. After a minute the pain started to go away and I just felt a dull ache in my ass. I started to moan and buckle every time his cock pressed against a certain spot in my ass. I hated to admit it, but the cock in my ass was starting to feel kind of good. I never thought I would say that about a cock being up my ass. "Yeah I think this pussy is ready to be fucked white boy. Ride this dick". Adrian pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving it feeling totally fucking empty. It felt like just the tip of his cock was left in my ass, before it changed direction and slammed back into in my ass, once again bottoming out with the balls resting against my ass. "Holy fuck..oh my god", was all I was able to get out of my mouth. The full feeling in my ass felt so damn good. Better than I could have ever imagined. Adrian repeatedly slammed his cock in and out of my ass, slow and methodically like it was some sort of piston. "Sounds like baby boy is starting to like this big cock. What'd I tell you white boy? This big cock is gonna be you're new friend. This pussy is so fucking tight. Goddamn I love fucking virgin pussy boys." This went on for some time. My body seemed to melt around his cock and want more every time his cock was pulled from my ass. I couldn't believe how fast this man was able to break me down, leaving my ass begging for his big cock. Every time his cock bottomed out in my ass I would let out a moan, just like some slut being fucked in a college dorm. "Mmmph fuck me...fuck me with that big cock", I heard myself moaning. What the fuck did I just say? "Jesus this is insane", I thought to myself. "Yeah beg for this cock white boy. Keep that up and I'm gonna give you this gift real soon. I don't know how long I can last in this tight pussy". Adrian's cock kept rubbing across the spot in my ass, making me moan in ecstasy. "Yeah listen to that bitch moan. Daddy found the g-spot in that tight pussy", Adrian told me. My own cock was bobbing below me as Adrian thrust his cock into me. I couldn't control myself, before I knew it my cock erupted with one of the biggest orgasm's I ever had. Cum sprayed out of my cock, making a big puddle of cum on the sheets below me. "Only a true little cock slut cums hands free with a big black cock up there ass. That cunt just came being fucked by a big cock, just like a girl. Goddamn I never thought I would turn you into a cock slut this fucking quick. I'm gonna use this pussy. Once I mark you I'm gonna make you mine, bitch". After having cum I had a minute of post nut clarity, again wondering what the fuck I was doing. I panicked, having now seemed to realized again that there was a cock up my ass. I clenched my ass, trying to stop the invader from sliding up my ass. "Oh fuck yeah you little slut, milk that cock. Who taught you to squeeze your pussy like that to milk this cock". I was pissed my attempt to push the cock out of my ass was having the opposite effect. But that didn't matter, because as Adrian's cock kept fucking me I once again slipped into bliss, loving the feeling of his cock in my ass. Adrian stopped for a second and pulled his cock from my ass. I didn't know what he was doing, my ass felt so fucking empty. "Put it back Sir", I begged. "I need that cock back in my ass please daddy", I whined like some sort of crazed cock slut. "Hang on white boy just putting some more lube on this big daddy dick". I heard the cap of the lube click, and sound of him stroking the lube up his dick, followed by his cock sliding back into my ass. It felt like his cock was going in easier this time with less resistance. I figured it was because he had just put more lube on his cock, but if I would have had the blindfold off I would have seen he had just slipped condom off his cock. I moaned as Adrian's cock fulled my ass once again. This time I felt Adrian grab ahold of the chain bewteen my locked wrist's with one hand, with the other hand holding my hip. "Get ready slut I'm about to really fuck this ass". Adrian started hammering his cock in my ass like a jack hammer, and all I could do was moan and push my ass back against his balls, trying to fill my ass with more cock. "Look at you little slut, trying to push that ass back to swallow more of my cock. I'm about to cum boy where do you want this dirty load?", Adrian asked me. What the fuck did it matter I thought to myself, he has a condom on. "In my ass sir", I responded. "That's what I wanted to hear baby boy. You're such a cock slut. Listen to you asking me to put my load in your ass. I'm gonna knock this pussy up". I felt Adrian's thrusting become more uneven, and his cock swell in my hole. "Here it fucking cums faggot I'm about to breed that ass...oh fuck take this fucking load". Adrian's cock bottomed out in my ass, and he collapsed on my back, pushing down on me with all of his body weight. I collapsed onto the bed face down, in the puddle of my own cum. I could feel Adrian's cock twitching in my ass and his irregular breathing in my ear. His cock spurted what seemed like 7-8 times, and I had a warm sensation in my ass as it started to feel full. "I just put an 8 day charged up load in that tight pussy boy. I slipped the condom off when I was fucking that tight pussy. I knew I was breeding this ass all along but I let you think you were calling the shots when I put a condom on so you would calm down. It was so hot when you told me to blow in your ass. I know you're a fucking cock slut now boy, whether you want to admit it or not. I just did you a favor and gave you AIDS you with my dirty load. You're probably gonna hate me right now but I promise I just set that white faggot ass free". I could not believe what I was hearing. Poz? AIDS? Really? "WHAT THE FUCK", I thought to myself. This guy had just blown a big HIV charged load in my ass. I panicked and tried to get up, but the weight of him laying on my back was still pushing me down. I felt like I was going to pass out as I had a panic attack. I could hear myself whimpering in a panic, my eyes once again dripping in tears. What the fuck was I gonna do? "Relax baby boy...I'm gonna take care of your little faggot ass. I'm sure you're scared right now but don't be. Daddy's gonna take care of his new slut." I laid there, with Adrian still laying on my back and his softening cock still plugging my ass. My mind was racing a millon miles an hour. I could do nothing but lay there as I thought about what was gonna happen to me next.

Chapter 9 I woke up to the sound of my voice. My fuck session with Uncle Jerry is playing on TV. Uncle Jerry has a towel wrapped around him and is still wet. He must have hopped in the shower. That's right. I forgot he is a bit of a clean freak. I can't complain, though. That's probably why he still looks so good at his age. He's so focused on watching us fucking. Even though I'm behind him, I think his hand is reaching into his towel and stroking his head. I wonder if it's leaking pre cum like earlier. The thought of it made my dick rock hard again. He noticed that I was up when he adjusted his sitting position, trying to move toward the back of the sofa bed and bump into my hard dick. “oh…. You are ready again, huh!?” He had the biggest smile on his face, and then he leaned toward me and grabbed the back of my head to give me a passionate tongue kiss. It was short, but his lips lingered for a few seconds before pulling away from me. For a few seconds, I forgot I was making out with my uncle. “Have you always wanted to do that?” I asked “well…. Not always. I don't have a thing for Twinks. I like grown men, so I have always only thought of you as my nephew. Yeah… I may have beaten off a few times when I knew you were watching, but those times had more to do with voyeurism and less to do with you. It wasn't until recent years when your dad showed me pictures of you, that I noticed you've grown into quite a good-looking young man. Even then, I have never thought we'd be getting high and fucking one day.” he explained. “Are you feeling guilty now?” “Not at all. You are grown, and you made your own decision before I put my dick in your ass. How about you, Benny boy?” I looked at my hard dick then I smiled back at him. He smiled and wrapped his lips around my mushroom head and put my dick head in his mouth briefly, then he said. I wanted to ask about his comment last weekend about his brother, but I held my tongue because I didn’t want that question to potentially ruin the vibe. “I'm gonna go pick up some stuff for us just a few blocks away, then grab us something to eat, so I’ll be back in a few. You can go take a shower if you want. You’ll see the towels. You can look in my closet if you want to put on something more comfortable, or you can be naked. Whatever you want to do, I’ll follow along when I get back.” “I'm not hun….” “Ah…don't you say you're not hungry. I'd get high and have fun with you, but you gotta know the side effects and take care of yourself. If you were any other boy, then I could care less what you do, but you are still my nephew,” Uncle said while putting on a black t-shirt and jeans. Without underwear underneath those jeans, I could easily make out the shape of his dick under his jeans. “Help yourself with anything you want. There's another pitcher of iced tea in the back of the fridge that doesn't have G in it. I'll be back before you know it.” Uncle Jerry was already halfway down the stairs before I could say anything. I paused us two fucking on TV and grabbed the bong on the table, took a couple of hits, then walked to Uncle Jerry’s closet to look for something to wear before getting in the shower. I don’t mind being naked but something about getting undressed by other or being told to do so turns me the fuck on. When I looked in his closet, some of his stuff caught my attention. He had a collection of leather gear. Several different styles of harnesses, a leather cutoff hoodie, suspenders. His drawer had a range of jockstraps in all colors and styles. A drawer full of restraints, gags, and masks. He also had different uniforms like fireman, policeman, sailor, and even UPS driver uniforms. Forget about what I’m wearing…..I wanted to see him wear this stuff, was the thought in my head. I picked out a leather vest and a pair of assless chap for him. I laid it out on the sofa and texted him to put it on if I was still in the shower when he returned. He also had just texted me right before asking if I’d mind if his friend joined us later. I responded, “Of course,” and then headed to his shower. Even his bathroom turned me on. He has a jacuzzi tub at the end, big enough for four, but it might be a tight fit. He had two shower heads on opposite sides and an overhead shower head. On one side of the shower was a fold-up bench. You can unfold it and drop the legs, and then it reveals a grab bar on the wall. The shower head on that side also had a host attached to it. He even had a range of shower hose attachments. Different sizes of dildo ones and a couple of buttplugs. As I walked around his room, blowing out cloud after cloud, and looking through his stuff, my imagination had been going wild. When I got out of the shower, I chose to put on a red short-sleeved onesie where the two sides come together with buttons that go down and back up to my lower back. It fits a bit snug, but I didn’t mind. The thought of getting that ripped off was much more existing to me than anything else. Uncle Jerry is back already. I did waste a lot of time before I finally got in the shower. He looks great in the leather chap and vest, standing in the kitchen cutting up 4 lines. I got on my knees to suck his dick but he pulled me up and handed me a sandwich and said "eat first. We have plenty of time for fun. Have you ever done this?” he pointed at the lines. “Snorting them?” I asked as I stuffed the sandwich he was making me eat in my mouth. “No. Hot rails,” He said as he grabbed a unique bong with two rubber hoses attached to it, but the ends of the hoses are each attached to a glass stem. “Yeah. Just a couple of weeks ago, for the first time at Marc’s. We went to high school together, and he’s Jay and Aaron’s neighbor.” “Yeah, I know who Marc is. I custom-built the stuff in those two houses. Speaking of that, why don’t we go down to my basement?” he responded. “You have a basement!?” I asked because I never knew he had a basement. Growing up, his bedroom was off limits and I now know why but I thought I knew his place well, but apparently not. “Yeah. We gotta go through my shop to get to it. He handed me some stuff to carry, then we headed down different stairs that went down to the shop, and walked across the shop to his office. He moved his office chair to reveal a hidden trap door that slides up to reveal the stairs to the basement. The basement had mirrors on all four walls. Same railing system as the Jay and Aaron’s on the ceiling and walls. . A cage at the corner of the room and a round bed in the middle of the room. Ambient lighting lights up the room. Similar TV set up like I saw at Marc’s. “This room is pretty soundproofed, and there’s a bathroom over here.” He pushed open a mirror wall with an opening to reveal a shower room the size of his bedroom bathroom minus the tub. The similar shower is set up except that with ambient lights, you can see the basement from inside of the shower, but if you turn on the overhead light, the basement can be seen in the shower. “Wow…that’s fucking hot. How did not know about this room” I said “I just remodeled this in recent years. This room was only used for storage before. Anyway….. Ready to get high?” he said as his phone notification went off. He looked at his phone and said,” My friend Darryl should be here in 5 - 10 min.” “yeah. I'm ready,” as I follow Uncle Jerry back to the basement. He grabbed a tray table and set the mirror down with rails on it. We sat down on the bed in the middle of the basement. He asked Alexa to play his playlist as he heat up the glass stem. “you know what you're doing?” he turned to me and asked. I nodded. “You look great in that outfit, btw. I thought that's what you'd pick for yourself. Here you ready… on the count of three. 1. 2. 3” Uncle Jerry moved the glass pipe across the mirror at a steady pace, but I didn't time my pace right, so I had to signal him to stop ⅔ of the way through. Just like the last time I did it. “hold it for as long as you can,” he said, and I nodded while holding my breath. When I was just about to let it go, Uncle Jerry grabbed the back of my head and put his mouth over mine and inhale most of the smoke then he immediately started making out with me as he slowly let the smoke escape from his nose. The smoke it so thick that I couldn't even see him for a few seconds. “not bad, but you can do better. This time, you are gonna do 1 & ⅓ all at once. You saw the pace I was moving. Follow my tempo. Take a deep breath,” which I did. Then he said, “Ready!? 1.2.3” I'm doing much better with pacing this time. I also held it in much longer this time around. I can feel my body getting warm and buzzing this time, and I have a raging hard-on in my onesie. Uncle Jerry let me shotgun him again, and his hand moved down to release the buttons in front of my crotch and let my dick out. Then he blew all of the smoke on my dick as his tightly sealed lips slid down on it. His hand is playing with my balls and his middle finger is extend applying pressure on my taint. I lean back on my elbows thr,ow my head back, and let out a long moan. I was a little disappointed when he stopped, but I know it's time for him to do his. He stood up. His dick is hanging out of the chap, swinging in between his legs. He shotgun me then back away and pointed at his dick. His dick wasn't hard yet when I first put it in my mouth, but in just a few seconds, I could feel it swelling up to its full size in my mouth. I started sucking it as he did his second rail, but he gave me a look before he started, and I knew what he was asking. I swallowed his dick as deep as I could then I closed my eyes and tell myself to relax my throat. I could feel his throat sliding down even further. This time, he was always to slide it in and out a little. He pulled his dick out and grabbed me by my neck to pull me out to shotgun me one last time. He then immediately push my head back down to do it again. While my eyes are closed, focusing on getting his dick all the way in. I could hear another person's voice. I assume it is Darryl, but I couldn't open my eyes yet, or I'd gag. I heard Uncle Jerry say, “This is my nephew Ben.” “you fucking your nephew's throat? That's what's up” Finally, I gradually pulled Uncle Jerry's dick out bc I was seriously out of breath. My face was covered in saliva when I turned to say hi to Darryl “Hi I'm…..” before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my head and put his dick in my mouth as uncle Jerry cutting up two rails for him too. His body looks like the black guy who I saw fucking Henrique last weekend but Uncle Jerry doesn't have the tattoo like the other guy did so I toss that thought out of my head and focus on the task at hand. His dick is a bit thicker than Uncle Jerry's, but the head of his dick is a bit larger than the rest of his dick and shaped a bit pointier. “Jerry. Your nephew knows how to suck cock” was the last thing he said before he did his hot rail. I heard Uncle Jerry said “wait until you are inside of his hole” then Darryl grabbed Uncle Jerry by the waist to pull him closer for a shot gun then the two of them started making out. I position myself in between them, attempted to put both dicks in my mouth at first but that was a terrible idea. There's no way I could have, so I started alternate sucking their dicks instead. While I was doing that Uncle Jerry told me to keep doing what I'm doing but turned around and lay on my back as Darryl started his second rail. As he did that, Uncle Jerry put my legs up and pulled apart the buttons, exposing my hole facing up toward the ceiling and pull my cheeks apart for Darryl. Darryl stick his curl up tongue in my hole and blew in as much smoke in it as he could. Then he thoroughly lick my hole as I'm attempting to deep throat him for the 3rd time upside down. “That's a tight pussy. I could hardly get any smoke in there. We gotta break him in, Jerry.” “oh I have but his young pussy rebound quickly” Uncle Jerry said and then he spit on my hole and started sliding a buttplug in my hole. I can't see, but I can feel whatever he's putting in my ass is much bigger than what I'm normally used to. It doesn't hurt yet, but I feel stretched. Darryl had something in his hand. He pull his dick out of my mouth and threw something in my mouth and told Uncle Jerry to open his mouth and did the same to him. “don't worry. It's just weed gummy. It should open up your tight pussy when it kicks in.” Darryl is quite handsome. He has very defined arm muscle and a nice abs. Not the flat abs the uncle Jerry. They are solid packs. He has a clean shaved bald head and face. As I was finishing up evaluating him, his BBC was back in my throat already as he lean forward to suck my cock while I'm upside down and Uncle Jerry is almost done sliding the toy in my mouth. Then I heard him say to Darryl “take a look at that” as Uncle Jerry reach his fingers in my hole touching left and right. That's when I realize the butt plug was hallow. “oh damn. It is not a tunnel that I was expecting to see. Wherever this butt plug can't reach is still slammed shut” said Darryl. He spit in my hole and slowly sliding his finger. I sort of zone out from the hot rails and was focusing on sucking Darrly's big cock “I told you. It rebound quickly. Here, this should help. I mixed it with some t. Benny boy. It's gonna burn a little but uncle promises that you'll feel great after” uncle Jerry pump a shot of lube deep in my hole then a little bit of something else shallow. I thought I knew that burn feeling but fuck…. this must be really strong bc it really burn and my body start burning up and my breathing get heavier. “you feeling it don't you boy” Darryl said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and walked onto the bed, and had his hard dick pressing against my hole. “do you want this?” he asked “mmmhmmm” I responded. Both scared and excited. Then uncle Jerry straddle over my face and ordered me to eat his hole. As he suck on my dick slowly but tightly casually and having a front row seat watch my hole getting split open. I could hear Darryl was gentle. He thrust his dick in me less than an inch at a time then he back away and repeat. With the butt plug, I can't shut him out even if I want to. I love the feeling of getting filled and I love the taste of uncle Jerry"s hole even more. I swear I think I got half of my tongue in him. I know I'm doing a great job bc at one point, he even had to take my dick out of his mouth to moan. “oh man. Darryl said. He is tight. I wanna know what it is like without this thing. He snatch out of butt plug then plunge all the way in “aahhh ahh” I screamed out of joy “you're OK Benny” uncle back up and gave me a tongue kiss upside down then walk over to a cabinet along the wall and came back with a candle. “don't worry. This candle is made for pleasure.” Darryl grabbed onto my thigh pulledl me close to him, and instructed me to wrap my legs around his waist. Now that I'm steady. His dick makes me moan to the point of gasping every single pump, and he fucks hard. Not only I can feel the impact of my butt cheeks hitting his body. He also twirls his dick while it was in me. I made a lot of sounds that I didn't know I could make. Meanwhile uncle Jerry is face fucking me hard while dripping candle wax all over me. Each drop give me a lightly burn sensation. Surprisingly feeling really good. All the sudden Darryl pulled me up as he laid on his back. “Jerry. You know what your nephew needs” Darryl said to uncle Jerry then pull my head to make out with him. Something about the way he kiss was assertive and commanding. I could feel Uncle Jerry slowly pushing his dick in my hole. I must be high bc not only my hole did put up any resistance, I did not feel a trace of pain. I arch my back then uncle Jerry grabbed me from behind and both of his hands were pinching my nipple hard. “Oh Ben….fuck….your hole…….I can’t get enough of it….oh my god FUUUUUUUUCK” Uncle Jerry unloaded all in my hole. He had pinched my nipples so hard by accident, so they are a little tender. In exchange for his big load. It was so worth it. After he pulled his dick out, Darryl’s said, “Now it’s my turn, pup.” He picked me up and told me to grab on to his neck and wrap my legs around him then he absolutely raped my hole so hard. In this particular position, there’s only one position for me to be. I am the human fleshlight to his big black dick. “Where do you want my cum boy?” he asked as he picked up his pace. “Ahhh In….ahhhh……mmm hooooole” I responded. “What did you say?” he put his hand on my shoulder pushing me down toward his pelvis then there it was. Waves of his hot cum. So much warmer than Uncle Jerry’s for some reason. He held me in the same position for a few minutes as he gathered himself. When I was about to let go of his neck, he said “Not yet boy. I have one more thing to give you” With his hard dick in me, he carried me to the bathroom and turned on the overhead light so Uncle Jerry could see us. I could feel a warm stream of liquid filling up my hole and then leaking out. He pissed for a solid minute. I felt a bit light-headed when I got off of him. “That was probably the most concentrated chem piss I’ve ever given to anyone boy” He gentle help me stand on my feet again and told me to turn around. He turned on the shower and began rubbing soap on my from behind. I began to stroke my cock, but he stopped me. “Not so fast handsome. You can cum when your uncle let you cum. He said not to let you cum yet.” I was so high that I didn't fully process his words. The only thing in my mind was how empty my hole was feeling. I had no idea how long I was in the shower. But when I came out of the shower, Darryl was nowhere to be seen. Instead a police office in uniform is standing in the middle of the room with full uniform and a gun on his waist. There I was. Fully nude. Didn't think someone else was coming for the night. “Uncle Jerry!?” I said in a confused tone. “Oh….hey Ben. It's been years and wow you've grown. Look at the arms and abs. And the size of that dick. You're a Winston alright. You're the last person I expect to see here, and you look high as fuck. Jerry. You brought him down here? What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Zachariah?” I wasn't certain when I mumbled out that name “That's me”. Zachariah is 10 years older than me. He was our neighbor's only son. He's the role model that every parents wanted their sons to model after. He's athletic, handsome, and smart. I don't know him all that well bc of our age. I've always knew him as a quiet guy that keeps to himself. He still looks about the same. Dark hair, fit, and short almost buzzed haircut. But It's like I'm seeing a totally different person right now. I've never seen him like this before “Are we in trouble? Why are you here?” “I'll tell or rather show you here in a little bit. However…. do me a favor. Cuff yourself to that thing over there then we can talk.” Zachariah grab his handcuff off his waist and threw them to me. These are full on, legitimate handcuff. It's kinda heavy. I put one of my arm through the ring on the X wooden cross against the back wall and cuffed myself with the other arm on the out “raise your arms up and let me see it is secured” he said and I complied. I finally see what his hands have been doing now. Uncle Jerry is on his knees on the bed, bending over to suck his dick. Meanwhile, his arms are behind his back. Zachariah has been tying him up with rope. The rope goes around his head 3-4 times then I could not follow what happen after that. Somehow there are two perfect circle around uncle Jerry's nipples, leaving them exposed. Uncle Jerry hasn't said a word since I got out of the shower “What's going on? What do you want from us?” I asked “hahaha… Jerry. You brought him down here, and you didn't tell him that this could happen any time? I was on my way home, so I thought I'd stop and drop a load. As you can tell, I'm a cop. A few years ago, I caught your uncle Jerry with a fuck tons of what he shouldn't have had. He beg me to let him go so we made a deal back then that I'll let him go but at least twice a month I can stop by any hour of the day on any day to satisfied something that “I need”. That's what brought me here today. Watch this” Zachariah pull his dick out of Uncle Jerry's mouth, then he raises his arm back and high up to slap Uncle Jerry across his face “thank you master” said uncle Jerry “I'm married and I can't play with rough with my wife so a couple times a month I come by to let out my steam and also to remind Uncle Jerry who owns him. If he please me well. I might reward him with my seed. You probably didn't know your uncle Jerry is a submissive faggot, did you? Let me show to you the real him.” Zachariah pulled out of a slam, quite possibly the a triple slam. “Your uncle Jerry here turn into something that I bet you have never known about him. Watch this” Uncle Jerry swallowed Zachariah's dick as deep as he could, then he held still in that position with his arms extended behind him I don't even know what amount this is I'm holding in my hand. I've always come here and fill them up whatever I want then I do this “he injected Uncle Jerry with that syringe full of T. Uncle Jerry started coughing as if he couldn't catch his breath. He was rolling left and right bc God knows how much Zachariah put in that slam. But uncle Jerry couldn't move much bc he's tied up. Then Zachariah slap him hard on his left face this time and said “are you done yet. You were supposed to keep my dick hard.” Uncle Jerry is dripping sweat like crazy. He hasn't fully gotten used to that big slam yet but he's doing everything he could to pull himself together and follow Zachariah's order, obeying his demands. I honestly can't tell if he's enjoying this or not but in a strange way I'm so turned on. Uncle Jerry is fucking his own throat so deep that I can see where Zach's dick is in his throat. I can tell he's still shaking from that ridiculous slam “This is more like it. Don't be shy just bc Ben's here. You brought him down here yourself,” he said to Uncle Jerry “did you tell Ben what you are?” Zach asked “I'm your pig bottom, master,” Uncle Jerry said “I don't know if Ben heard you,” Zachariah said with a grin “I'M YOUR PIG BOTTOM, MASTER” “did you hear that Ben? Do you want to see what he can do?” then he said to uncle Jerry ”go let Ben get your pussy ready for me. I'm gonna go grab couple things”. Zachariah came over and uncuffed me but then immediately cuff my left arm back up to the post. uncle Jerry got on the floor facing away from me, then back up and said, “fuck Ben. Will you lick my pussy, please.” “yeah, but are you OK?” I asked “I will explain later. Please eat my pussy” then he looked down and whispered to me “Zach is watching us Ben. ~ Do what I asked please or you'd end up like me ~ Oh Benny Boy. Please get my pussy wet for my master”. He open up his legs as wide as he could bc his hands are still tied. Regardless what the situation is…uncle Jerry has a beautiful hole. That light pink hole is practically begging to be fucked. I press my tongue flat again his hole and lick up and down. “use your fingers too” uncle Jerry said. I just put my thumb in, hooking into his hole while my hand cup his balls. “more Ben. Master will want to see more” I now have 3 fingers in then I feel something in his ass. I was really confused about what I'm feeling bc only my middle finger could touch it and even then I had to push it deeper to finally hook something onto my finger. Out of nowhere I heard Zachariah's voice from the speakers “you look like you finally found it. Pull it Ben. Pull it and make sure you make eye contact with my pig. Take a good look at how much he loves it.” I'm looking right at Uncle Jerry in his eyes through the mirror to the left of us. He barely made a smile and gave me a nod. I could hear Zachariah coming down the stairs, and he said it again with an assertive tone, this time, “PULL IT!” I slowly pull the toward me as Uncle Jerry put his head on the floor and lean away from me. I'm keep looking at him and my hand, making sure I wasn't hurting him even though his eyes were close. Then I finally see it. Half of a pool ball size ball connected to a string. Just as I'm staring at the size of this ball. It started vibrating “Ahhh.. My god…. AhAhhhh” Uncle screamed while he still kept his eyes slightly open looking at me with his mouth open and his body somewhat twisted toward one side. Then Zach walked up next to me. Out of his cops uniform, wearing nothing but a metal cock ring right next to me “suck my dick and maintain eye contact with my pig and pull the rest out Ben. I don't have all night. If you don't do as I said” he whip uncle Jerry's back with his belt “next one will land on you and I won't hold anything back” I was shocked but quickly shoved his dick as deep as I could in my mouth and resume the pulling motion. The first one finally came out. Uncle Jerry is overwhelmed by the sensation and was moaning the loudest I've ever heard. Then Zachariah grabbed my head by my hair looked straight at me, and said, “Pull faster and pull it out, Ben. Do you hear me?” I have never seen Zachariah like this before. But I have no time to be shocked and starting pulling faster. The second ball is slightly smaller but still the size of a pool ball then as I'm pulling out the 3rd, Zachariah grabbed my hand and violently yanked the rest out. It's 4 more balls gradually decrease in size when the ball one the size of a Foosball. I couldn't believe that whole thing was in Uncle Jerry for I don't even know how long. Those anal balls left uncle Jerry covered in sweat with a rose bud that's slowly fading away. “isn't that beautiful. Go on. Taste every bit of his hole like it's the most delicious and luxery pig hole you've ever had” Zachariah said while looking new with wide eyes and a big smile. I made sure I did exactly what he asked. “mmmm Mmmm” was the sound I made licking uncle Jerry's rosebud “watch this” Zachariah said when he pull my head away then pressing his fist against Uncle's freshly recovered hole then almost on contact his fist is swallowed by uncle's hole and disappear in his ass. “Isn't this amazing” Zachariah said to me while I'm still sucking on his dick. I could hear Uncle Jerry gasping. “it's like wearing a puppet. There are so much you can do to control him when my hand is in him. I can do this” I can't tell what he was actually doing but it sure is driving uncle Jerry crazy because he went through several different reactions. For most, he does look like he is experiencing intense pleasure. “Then I usually like to end with his prostate,” Zachariah said. Uncle Jerry started making some high pitch gasping and moaning sound then about a minute later so much of his cum shoot out of his dick. Then unexpectedly Zachariah grab my head with his other hand and shove his dick all the way in then his dick swell up even more then drop his cum in my throat. “don't let a drop of my cum leak out of your mouth Ben” he said as he slowly pull his hand out of Uncle Jerry's ass. I swallow it and then open my mouth to show him. “Good boy. too bad I'm out of time today, so this has to end now bc I have to go. Good seeing you Ben” Zachariah got dressed. I thought he forgot that I was still cuffed, but he did come over to free me. then he walked back over to Uncle Jerry. Instead of untying him, he put out a pocket knife to cut the rope loose all at once then he stood in front of uncle Jerry who is still facing down to the ground kneeling down. Uncle Jerry kiss his crotch and said “thank you for master” then out the door he goes. Left me and uncle Jerry in the room in silence with music playing.

He just sits there with his legs wide. His boxers still on and he keeps sucking on the pipe. Then he moves the chair he is sitting on towards me. He looks me in the eye. I am pretty sure you have wanted to have sex with me for a long time, he says. But I want you to know I am going to be the boss tonight. Do you get that? Of course, I answer. I think he means, that he will set his boundaries because he is so new to this. But that thought is immediately shattered when he lifts his right leg and holds his foot right in front of my face. Lick it, he says. I’m spinning and just look at him. He now pushing his foot right into my face. Listen, if you wanna do this you are going to do what I tell you to. That needs to be clear. I can’t talk. But I just grab his foot, his sweaty, smelly but beautiful foot and start sucking on it like my life depends on it. His other foot starts gently kicking my cock and my balls. I get such a kick out of it. He suddenly pulls his foot away and I miss it but he straddles me and sticks the pipe in my mouth. Suck baby, he says. I carefully inhale but he pulls the pipe from my mouth slaps me hard across my face. I said suck, bitch. It’s the combination of things that make me so wasted. The kick of relapsing, the drugs of course but most of all my treatment by him which is so completely unexpected. You are going to be my bitch tonight, Kyle, he says. I have been thinking about this for years and when I did meth for the first time a few weeks back I knew this was the way I could make you mine. So you’re going to be my fantasy tonight, understand? I hold in the smoke and am losing it. I’m so wasted and so turned on. Lie on the floor, he says. I get on my stomach, but he orders me to turn around so I lie there on my back, spacing out. He places his knees on either side and then lowers his ass on my face. I can hardly breathe. I don’t know this feeling. I feel like a total pig and I start to ferociously eat him out. I try to get my tongue as deep in has ass as I possibly can, and I hear him moan. He rides his ass on my face, up and down, up and down. He hits my cock which starts to get harder. I hear him laugh. Oh you’re enjoying this aren’t you. You fucking little pig. He suddenly gets off me and I beg to get his ass back but he slaps me in my face, hard. I decide. Everything tonight, he says. He turns around and so I have that beautiful cock right in front of my face. I open my mouth to swallow it, but get another slap in my face. He raises his voice. I said I fucking decide EVERYTHING tonight. He slaps me and then spits in my face. I never liked degradation games before, but now I only want one thing: to be his bitch. Man, I am so fucking high, I say. Thank you. Thank you. You’re not even halfway there, mate, he replies. I can’t believe it. He walks to the bedroom and comes back with a bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube. Get up. Snort. He holds the poppers under my nose. It hits me harder then poppers ever hit me, and the weirdest feeling comes over me. I need to get my ass touched. Again, as if he reads my mind he says, turn over. On hands and knees. I do what I am told. He gets up, fumbles with his jeans that lie in the floor and suddenly I get wacked with his belt on my ass. It fucking hurts but I want more of that pain. Another lash and I moan in ecstasy. He laughs. Then I suddenly feel a finger, lubed up entering my ass. Even though I usually top, I want to tell him my ass is his, but I can’t speak; can’t find words. I feel like I am literally in heaven. He pushes his finger in and pulls his finger out. Have my ass, please I wanna scream, but I can’t. His finger is out and doesn’t come back and I want to beg, beg him for it back. And then it comes back and I’m in bliss. But then it starts to burn. Burn quite heavily. Just breath through it, he says. I do and the pain slowly subsides. But something else comes in its place. A horniness I have never felt before. I am off this planet. I need you to fuck me, I hear myself say. Please fuck me my master. Whack. Again the belt over my ass. Go to the bedroom, he says. I do and he follows. The bed is quite high up and he makes me bend over so my stomach lies on the bed and my legs stand on the floor. Again the belt, but I devour the pain by now and the feeling in my ass is sensational. I feel the head of his cock slowly circling my sphincter and it is driving me mad. Please, I beg, please. He laughs. You’re a pretty pathetic fag when you’re high, he says, aren’t you? And then in one go he thrusts his entire cock, which is neither thin nor short in my ass. It hurts. It hurts like mad, it might have been more than ten years since I have been fucked but at the same time the pain is exhilarating. Oh god, thank you, I stammer, thank you. Yeah, you’re a good bitch, he says while he places a hand over my nose and mouth which makes it hard for me to breath. I wiggle to get out of it but at that time he starts slowly fucking me. I don’t even care I can’t breathe no more, this is all I want. I think I can lie here all night and just be his hole.

Yesterday afternoon went to hook up with a fuck buddy with a nice thick uncut cock. I love sucking uncut cock so I did that first. I fucked an bred him on his back and then he got me on my belly and fucked me balls deep until he flooded my hole. He said he wants to get some buddies to fuck and breed me too so he can fuck my cum-filled hole.

My attraction to older men started when I was a kid. I was six or seven and was obsessed with a high school senior on the local school's basketball team. I thought he was so cute and used to think of him when I fell asleep. In middle school I was attracted to one or two girls my age, but none of the guys. Instead, I was attracted to my teachers or other mature men in my life. These men ranged from 30-50. I was obsessed with their masculinity, their beards, their hairy chests which would show popping out of shirt collars. When I learned to masturbate, it was to them. In my late teens and early twenties, my age range shifted to 40-60. Now, I'm from 45ish to whatever! I've just always been attracted to older men, even as a kid. If only I could remember that basketball players name. I'd look him up.

Fantastic twisted mind, and written beautifully...

Me before this guy pounded my ass good and filled me with his seed.

Chapter 2 – And His Husband Too In Chapter 1, I talk about meeting up with Jack, a hot, hairy guy whom I met online. He came to my playroom, and we partied and fisted each other in my sling. While we were taking a break, Jack asked if it would be OK if his husband joined. I agreed to that. Then, Jack mentioned that his husband liked to slam, and asked if that was OK too. “Do you slam, too?” he asked. I paused for a moment before answering. I have slammed but I did it sparingly. Did I want to slam with these guys (I now assumed that Jack slammed too). So, I answered that I had and might be up for it tonight. This bought me some time to wait and see. If things seemed sketchy with the two of them, I’d pass and get them out as soon as possible. But, if things seemed good, I’d go for it. Jack called his husband. Matt said he could be over in about 20 minutes, so Jack and I decided to wait for him. While we were waiting, we fingered each other. Eventually, I gave up and went and got two smaller dildos we could easily use on each other. We were using them when Matt walked in the door. Jack must have told him to undress before coming in since he was (almost) naked. He had on a black leather jockstrap and harness combo that looked awesome on him. He was hairy and well-built and carried the leather nicely. He smiled when he saw us toying with each other’s asses, then he leaned over and kissed Jack. “Hey, handsome,” he said when he saw me, then he gave me a kiss too. Matt sat down between the two of us and grabbed both dildos. He was moving them in and out of our asses. We chatted while he fucked us with the toys, but we had other things in mind. Jack was the one who said, “Who’s ready?” We all knew what he meant. Matt dropped the dildos and walked over to the duffel bag and pulled out a black case. He opened it, and there were several points inside. He pulled out two and handed one to Jack; the other he held out to me. I decided to go for it. Matt kept the third one for himself. They told me they were all prepped to .4, which is higher than my norm, but I was ready for anything. Jack was the best admin, so he took care of me, then Matt, then himself. Then Jack told Matt, “He took the whole Twisted dildo.” Matt’s eyes raised in surprise, and he said to me, “Get in the sling, pig. I want to work that fuckin’ hole.” Once I was in the sling, Matt shoved his face in my ass and started to tongue my hole. He had lube all over his face and beard but didn’t seem to mind. Next, he lubed up his hands and put a few fingers in my ass. “Hot hole,” he said. I flexed my ass muscles to let him know that I appreciated the compliment. He suggested some poppers since he was going to fist me now. I had a better idea. “Give me that jock,” I said to Jack. He pulled off his wonderfully aromatic jock and handed it to me. I stretched the orange pouch over my face so that I was breathing in all the scents. I could also taste some of the precum that had leaked out of Jack’s cock while we were playing. It was heavenly and can be better than poppers. Without waiting, I slid my ass down over Matt’s hand. “Greedy fuckin’ pig,” Matt growled. I could only grunt in agreement, lost in the heady aromas and the hand invading my ass. Matt just kept pushing. His hands were bigger than Jack’s, and I needed to shift around a bit to accommodate him. But I wanted to take him all the way to the elbow. His arms were really hairy, and I could feel the texture as he slid through my ass. I kept inhaling the smell from Jack’s jock and letting Matt work his magic on my ass. “Fuck, I’m all the way in.” I looked down around the jock hanging on my face and saw that Matt’s arm was inside me up to the elbow. His arms were both longer and thicker than Jack’s, and he was giving me a major stretch. Just keep breathing through the jock, I thought. It worked to relax my ass, and Matt’s arm felt amazing inside me. Matt decided to give my ass a workout. He started out with small back-and-forth motions, adding twists to make it more interesting. He was building up to something bigger and kept taking longer strokes back, leading to longer strokes coming in. I was loving it and reached down to spread my ass as wide as possible for this stud. Matt was also a great fist top, and he clearly enjoyed what he was doing. He was watching me to see if I was doing OK, but the jockstrap hid a lot of my face. It smelled great and kept me happy without needing poppers, so it stayed in place for a while. I felt like a true pig wearing another guy’s cum and piss-stained jock that had the smell of sessions with other guys on it. Matt started slowing down on the movements, and I thought he might be tiring out. He suggested that Jack take the seat and work my ass some more. That sounded good to me, too. Matt pulled his hand all the way out. It exited with a pop, and my ass gurgled to show its emptiness. Luckily, Jack was right there to help. He shoved his fist into my ass and kept it at the entrance, twisting it around to hit all the right spots in my hole. I thought I’d do some poppers while he did this, but when I reached for them, Matt said, “How about you sniff my pits instead?” Happily, I put down the poppers and removed the jock from my face. Matt lowered his hairy pit into my face. His aroma was masculine and alluring. This also made my ass open up, so Jack could expand my hole more. I snorted and licked Matt’s pit and then said, “Give me the other one.” With a chuckle, Matt turned around so I could work his other pit, too. After he stood up, Matt saw a huge wet spot on my jock. “Did you piss yourself, pig?” he asked. “Nope. It’s cum.” I answered. Jack said, “I want that,” and pulled his hand out of my ass. He took my feet out of the stirrups and took off my jock. He placed it over his head so that he could suck out the fresh cum that I had just dumped in there. Of course, this meant he couldn’t fist me anymore, so I crawled out of the sling with Matt’s assistance. Matt and I lay down on the bed, watching Jack suck on my jock. “He’s a fucking pig, too,” said Matt. Yes, he was. And it was good.

Chapter 5 "Let me explain something to you, son," says the older and larger of the two cops. He's stripped down to a white T-shirt now, a tuft of hair peeking out above the neck. For some reason I focus on this detail. He nods over towards the dresser and the plastic baggie. "That there, you're looking at ten years in Wakefield, any time we say" he said. "Cute little boys like you are popular in there." As he says this he brings his face up close to mine for emphasis. "You think your arse is hurting now? Two weeks in there and you'll be shitting through a tube for the rest of your life, you understand?" Through the gas mask I make eye contact with him, and see no compassion there, only disgust and contempt, drilling down into my soul. There's nothing to breathe but poppers, poppers so strong that I can see a huge dark yellow spot in the center of my vision, pulsing and drawing me towards it like I'm moving through a tunnel. He flexes his fist and punches it forward. My insides squeeze around it, my arse lips clamp down on his thick hairy wrist. I can't help it, my body writhes like a thing possessed, I'm trying to relax but there's no way, not with this information coming at me. My entire fucking life is about to be over. The burn from the booty bump he gave me a few seconds ago is still strong, but starting to give way to a deeper, spreading warmth in my guts. I have no idea how strong it was, but if the electricity starting to course through my nervous system is anything to go by, it's a lot stronger than that first slam. But it's coming on slow, slow, slow, like it's teasing me. I'm praying for it to come on faster, and sweep me away from this hell. "So what that means, son," he says, punching in and pulling out for emphasis, "is that we fucking own you now." He starts a slow, deliberate fist fuck, rotating slowly, opening and closing his fist to work my arse harder. It's not getting any easier - when you're getting fisted you're supposed to be completely relaxed. A good fister will take their time, calming you down and waiting until you're ready for each further penetration. But this isn't fisting as a loving, intimate act. This is fisting as pure domination, pure punishment, to show me he's the boss. And it hurts. "Any time we call you, you drop what you're doing, you go where you're told and you do what you're told, no questions." he says. His forearm forces its way deeper into me, then slowly out to the wrist again. "You serve us, and whoever else we tell you to. However they want to use you, however long they want, no limits, no stop words. You understand?" I look into his eyes dumbly. "I said, do you understand?" he reaches forward and grabs me by the throat, squeezing so hard my eyes almost pop out of my head. As I struggle for air, pleading silently for him to let me live, for this to be over, he punches his fist even deeper into me, even harder. He must be up to the elbow by now. The sudden, intense pain causes ripples of even more intense electric pleasure to surge through me, stronger and stronger. "Do. You. Understand" he says in almost a whisper, his face right up against the gas mask, his eyes boring into me. Looking deep into his implacable eyes, I finally understand what he wants from me. I can feel the human part of my mind starting to slip away as the booty bump starts to reveal its true power. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, I nod. This is the contract. I am now just an animal. These men are my new owners. Now if only they would just let me breathe...

School showers have a lot to answer for when it comes to young guys discovering their sexuality. I used to play rugby for the second 15 at my smallish school. We didn't have showers - after a 'home' game we just had a quick wash and went home. But playing 'away' at larger, better equipped schools with showers was a revelation. Seeing so many naked young men, it was difficult not to feel a stirring in my loins and on more than one occasion I had to hide a hard dick under my towel. It was there I saw my first jockstrap. We normally just wore a pair of briefs or a swimming costume under our shorts. The guy wearing it was tall and blond and I was fascinated by seeing his firm ass framed by two off-white straps and when he turned round I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and balls bulging under the pouch with thick blond hairs sprouting above the waistband. This started my obsession with jockstraps, masculine men and hairy crotches. From that moment on I knew what I was and what I wanted and I aimed to have it.

Part 42 tonight, 2-24-24 I'm still trying to figure out what to do with this series. I think I might leave it with an open ending, allowing me to return, but it would allow me to expend this "universe" to other characters, allowing other characters to come and go. I might settle on a story of Peter, Doctor Wade, or both. I might create random stories in which I can explore whoever I want for that time. Again, I'm not sure yet. Honestly, if you have ideas, let me know. Some of you have reached out to me with ideas, and I think you for them. Until tonight.

I went with "God given", since space is limited in a poll line even though I must confess, I do not regret the use of the phrase. I would have preferred, the classical: 'gift of the gods', a term that has unfortunately become rare in English, because of WASP cultural influence, that often looks down upon the idea of gods as 'heathen' and the idea of one God as better and superior. The advantage of ascribing sexuality as a gift from the gods rather than a God is that, gods, unlike God, are more fluid; they can exist or not exist, they can be in the Universe or outside of it — it conveniently describes all the phenomena we experience but cannot explain. Sexuality as a gift from the gods could mean many things: I am grateful to have had sex, I am having sex coz the gods made me horny, I had sex coz the gods made the sun shine brightly and turned me into a sexual pig , I feel horny coz the moon was three quarters, last night. Sexuality that comes from something other than God or gods, could just be like dry or rough fucking — depending on one's perspective; and if you prefer that — that is perfectly fine as well. Again, apologize if your atheistic/agnostic or any other beliefs where hurt with my choice of words. I am getting better at these polls and hopefully will be able to figure out the right combo soon!

You don't owe nothing. So, feel free to write when you're in the mood - there's nothing worse than a story written without wanting it totally, something written just to please others wouldn't be spontaneous. I am an author too, I know someone is waiting for next part, but it's a hobby and must be treated as such. Feel free to continue it whenever you want. Without an expiry date.

Chapter 3 – St Andrew is no Saint Chapters 1 and 2 tell about getting together with Jack, a guy I met online. He came over, we partied, and played with each other in the sling. While we were taking a break, he asked if it’d be OK for his husband to come over. Now Matt is here, too. While Jack was sucking the cum out of my jock, Matt decided to go a more direct route and sucked my cock into his mouth. Since I was wearing my jock when I shot the load, there was cum all over my dick, bush, and balls. I got Matt to move around on the bed so that his hairy ass was presented to me while he was sucking my cock. I licked and prodded his ass, enjoying all the tastes and smells of a hot man’s hairy hole. Jack came over with my jock and dropped it on the bed. He and Matt started making out, which meant that Matt sat up and was able to feed me his ass even more directly than before. Jack reached down to finger my hole while I was working over Matt’s ass. Since we were so ass focused, booty bumps seemed like a good idea. We could take a refreshment break while they melted in our asses, and then we’d be ready to go again. We each pulled out a shard, and I put one in Matt’s ass, he put one in Jack’s, and Jack put one in mine. Soon, we’d all feel the effect, but, for now, it was time to savor the burn and get rehydrated. Once we’d relaxed a bit and the bumps had taken effect, I looked at Matt and said, “I want you on the cross.” The St Andrews Cross was a new addition to my playroom, and I was happy to have these two studs to help break it in. We walked over to it, and Matt spread his arms and legs out to the crosspieces. It’s more of an X shape than a T, so it is comfortable. Jack and I strapped his arms and legs to the boards. His hairy ass was prominently on display, and his legs were spread to give us easier access. I knelt and spread his cheeks to continue my rim job. I could taste some bitterness from the shard, which made it even hotter. Meanwhile, Jack was lubing up the spiral dildo he had used on me earlier. Thinking about screwing that into Matt’s hairy hole while he was on the cross was exciting to me. Jack handed me the toy and told me to shove it in Matt’s ass. Jack spread Matt’s ass open for me, and I placed the tip of the toy at Matt’s hole. He couldn’t see what toy it was, and his ass pulsed in excitement. As I eased the toy into his ass, he could feel the ridges pass through him. Once I got it in about halfway, I started screwing it into him. Matt pushed his ass back as far as he could on the cross to let me have better access. While I was screwing the toy into Matt’s ass, Jack went around and stuck the poppers under Matt’s nose. Once he was done huffing, Jack took a snort and dropped to his knees to take Matt’s cock in his mouth. Now, Matt was getting stuffed deep with the dildo while getting sucked by Jack. His hairy hole looked awesome wrapped around the toy, which I was now working in and out of his ass. He was moaning in delight as he got worked over on the cross. Then Matt said, “Here comes my piss.” Jack started gulping it down. For me, chempiss is too strong a taste, but Jack liked it. They’d obviously engaged in watersports before. Once Matt was done pissing, he asked for a break, so Jack and I released the restraints and helped him to step away from the cross. He looked at me and said, “Your turn,” so I stepped up to the cross, and they clipped my hands and legs in place. One of them stepped up behind me and pulled his body close to mine. When I felt the beard on my neck, I knew it was Matt. “First, I’m gonna fuck you, then I’m gonna breed you, and then I’m gonna ruin your ass with a dildo.” That sounded like a great time to me, so I pushed my ass back against his hard cock. Matt was easily able to slide his cock into my ass. He started a slow grinding motion while keeping his hairy chest pressed up against my back. I love rimming and fisting, but there’s little that compares to the feeling of a hard cock in my ass. Knowing that he was planning to dump his load in there made it even better. Once again, Jack came forward with the poppers for me. After I had taken a few hits, he put the bottle under Matt’s nose. I heard Matt inhale deeply, and then he groaned as he sunk his cock balls deep into my ass. He fucked me with abandon at that point, treating my ass as his personal cum receptacle. I was flying from the poppers, too, and pushed back and flexed my ass muscles on his dick. As Matt was coming down, I heard another inhale and then felt my cock go into Jack’s mouth. Matt’s hairy body was pressed up against me as he fucked me, and Jack’s hot mouth was sucking my cock. I get T dick but still pump out some precum. Shame that I didn’t need to piss then. Matt sped up the pace and said, “I’m gonna cum,” and then he buried himself deep in my ass. I felt the spasms as his cock pumped its load into my ass. He stayed inside for a while longer, moving back and forth to churn up the cum. But he said he was going to use a dildo on me, too, so I knew what was coming next. Jack had gotten up and must have been prepping a dildo for my ass. He asked me how I felt about taking “Big Cal” as he showed me the toy. It was dark blue with a tapered head for entry, a small narrow section, and a long thick part. I recognized it as a Crackstuffers toy. I told him to work my ass with it. It was already lubed up when Matt took it from Jack. Matt shoved the head into me and got about half of the toy in. The rest was all the same thickness and would give me a nice stretch, probably leaving me with a gaping hole. Matt was down on the floor, working the toy into me. He had to be careful since it didn’t have a base to keep it from going all the way into me, but he kept a good hold on it. He was fucking me with it, using the head to tease my hole and the thick body to stretch me out. He soon dropped the toy and shoved his hand inside me. Another fact is that toys are good, but fists are better. When he did this, Jack shoved the poppers under my nose again. I sniffed deeply and then tried to ride Matt’s arm. We worked like this for a while, but the cross limited my motions too much. Matt suggested that they get me out of the cross, so we did that and walked over to the bed. Matt lay on the floor with his lubed-up hand in the air. He had me crouch next to the bed and lower my ass onto his hand. I was able to use the bed to stabilize myself as I did this. In this position, I controlled the depth and speed at which Matt’s hand penetrated my ass. I could slide down slowly or quickly and either take him in shallow plunges or ride down as deep as I could. I had been working my hole on his hand when Matt said, “I’m making a fist now.” The fist felt different going in and hit some new areas. It provided a bigger stretch than his hand. Jack offered the poppers again, first to Matt and then to me. When they hit my brain, I just sank down onto Matt’s arm. The whole time that I was dropping down, I could hear Matt saying “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” over and over again. His vantage point allowed him to see my ass slowly envelop his arm. I found myself sitting on his arm, having taken his whole forearm into my ass. It felt amazing, and I decided to do some deep fucking on his arm. I rose up, still keeping his wrist and hand inside me, and then lowered myself on his arm. This felt so good that I never wanted to stop, but my legs were tiring out from the workout. I slipped all the way off and rolled forward onto the bed. My ass was gaping, and I could feel the puffiness of my lips. Jack and Matt joined me on the bed. We were hanging out and cuddling when I said, “Hey, wait. We still haven’t had Jack on the cross.”

Took a load from this young kid before he moved away for college.

Oh sorry, he says, he sees what it does with me. But again that wicked grin I don’t understand at all. Mark is kind and down to earth. Actually he is a real straight and normal guy. Fuck. I just say. Fuck. And then: I wanna try. Mark looks shocked (but is it shocked?) No way man, he says, your sobriety. No fucking way. Fuck you, I say. I wanna try. I’m not gonna supply you for your relapse, Kyle, he says. Ok. I say, I’ll get it off Grindr. Grindr is full of people here in berlin who are offering party drugs. They sell shite there, he says. He looks at me. There is a silence that seems to last forever. You sure, he asks I’m shaking inside like crazy. I didn’t know the physical reaction to the idea of using would be so strong. I am sure, I say. And now it’s me who has the wicked grin I haven’t grinned for a long time. He goes through his backpack and finds a glass pipe. I’m nervous like a little girl. If I am going to relapse, I think, I can’t think of anyone better than Mark, who I know so well, who I trust so much. And suddenly I become aware of my overpowering desire to fuck him. Mark laughs. You’re absolutely sure? Yup, I say. I already get so excited when just watching him put some of the rocky powder in the pipe. Not for a second I feel reluctant to give up a decade and a half of sobriety. Mark holds a lighter under the pipe, sucks it a little and I see the white smoke He laughs. This is so insane, he says and offers me the pipe. I laugh too. Fuck it, I say, and I inhale the white smoke. It’s my first time doing meth. It just wasn’t around when I was still using and drinking. I freebased coke quite a lot, so that’s what I am expecting but not getting from this pipe. It feels a bit of an anticlimax. Mark sees it. Just wait he says. I suck again and hand te pipe over to him. You have to suck a few times before it hits. It’s not like coke, he says. I stare at this boy who obviously is not the boy anymore I have always known. As if he reads my mind he says: only once or twice. I give the pipe to him and he takes two long drags and hands it back to me. Take two really long inhales he says. And hold it. He takes off his shirt. I suck really hard on the pipe and hold in my breath and suddenly it hits me. Oh fuck, I say and I get a really stupid grin on my face One more, he says while he picks up his phone. What are you doing I ask before putting the pipe to my mouth again Cancelling eric he says. And while the meth hits me I am so grateful. Grateful I am doing this with him, grateful he is cancelling his party. He turns the lights lower and puts on some minimal techno. How you feeling he asks Fucking fantastic, and I give the pipe to him And…, he says I giggle. And fucking horny. Oh man. In a way this feels so wrong and at the same time so right. He laughs and takes his pants off Aren’t you hot, he asks I just laugh. He loads the pipe up again. Take another hit. I am spinning already, but suck some more of the white smoke in my lungs. Mark is playing with his cock with his hand in his boxers. I can see it’s getting rock hard. And suddenly it all hits me like a truck. Wow. I say. Jesus fucking Christ. Wow. Yeah it’s good, huh. He lights the pipe again and sucks the white smoke in his lungs. While holding in the smoke he says: you know we are going to fuck, right? I stare at him. Who is this fucking kid, that I thought I knew so well? I guess so, I laugh. Take your fucking clothes off then, he says. What the fuck? Shouldn’t I be the one who says that. Shouldn’t I be the one in charge? But I comply. And take everything off. There is no shame, no guilt I am doing this, I don’t care one flying fuck I am naked and about to have sex with the kid I have more or less always have seen as my adopted son. He takes another big hit and then walks over to the couch and climbs on to my lap. He grabs my head and puts his mouth close to mine and I open it, receiving his shotgun. Fuck. I am so horny. I feel his hard on poking my stomach. I am surprised I don’t get hard. He again reads my mind and says: Tina dick. And then he sticks his tongue in my mouth. I’m spinning. I am so fucking high, I grab his body and pull it towards me and his eyes are shining, smiling. Fuck, I say. This is so fucking good. And we haven’t even started yet he says with a devilish smile. He gets up, gets a viagra out of his backpack and puts it in my mouth. He gives me my glass of Diet Coke to swallow it. Who are you, I say. Not that you are going to fuck me, but at least you’ll get hard, he says I am not, I ask. Fuck dude, I only had gay sex for the first time three weeks ago. I am not going to be fucked. He looks me in the eye. But you are, Kyle, he says, you are. I am going to fuck the living shit out of you. I don’t know if it’s the drugs or him or him saying that, but I nearly pass out there and then.

Chapter 2 I felt a sudden slap across my face, and I saw white in my eyes and I felt a burning sensation. This dude just slapped me across my face for no reason, what the hell. "It's not Adrian any more white boy, you can call me Daddy or Sir. White slut boys like you need to know your place." Adrian let go of my dick that he had been firmly holding and twisting this entire time. My dick stung like crazy as the blood rushed back and it the numbness started to wear away. The brute of a man sat at the edge of the bed and just stared at me with this piercing brown eyes. "Don't just stand there baby boy show me what we got to work with. I knew I wanted to fuck your preppy little college ass when I saw you sitting there in the airport, with your little booty shorts that only went down to the middle of your thigh, like all you little slutty college boys wear, and those white tube socks and white Converse. Goddamn you looked so fuckable, it took me all I could not to fuck you right there. I couldn't believe you agreed to come to my room. I knew right then my dirty dick would be in your ass tonight". My face went beet red hearing Adrian, or I guess "Daddy", talking to me like that like I was some kind of chick. I squirmed and didn't know what this man was asking me to do. I also wondered why the hell he referred to his dick as "dirty". He suddenly reached up and ripped away my towel, and I stood there fully nude with my cock hanging free just a few feet from this stranger. "Ok ok, looks like baby boy has a nice little baby dick. Not bad for a white boy, but I know you're not pleasing any women with that thing". I was so embarassed, but I also felt my anger rising inside me hearing this man insult me like that. My cock was about 6 inches long and nicely thick, and I had never heard any complaints from the women. It was average from what I had seen in locker rooms growing up. "Turn around and lets see the business side. Show me that college dumpy. Lets see if those cakes look as nice as they did in this little shorts you were wearing". I slowly turned around, awkwardly, having never been in this position before. "Oh look at those two tight white cakes. Goddamn my big cock is gonna look so good pushing between them. Spread those cheeks faggot let me see that little pucker." I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, with my eyes closed, hoping that would somehow help spare me the embarassment if I pretended I wasn't in the room. I felt Adrian brush his finger around my crack, pressing at my hole. "Thats a tight pussy. You ever put anything up this tight ass boy?'" he asked me. "N..No....No Sir" I told him back with a shaky voice. "Mmhmm. I knew you were a little virgin college prep. Thinking you're straight jock with a girl. Wait until you get this black rod up that ass pussy. I guarantee all you little white fucks are the same. Once you take this cock balls deep you'll be begging for more. I bet you'll be a true little cock slut by morning". I told myself there was no way in hell I would ever let myself enjoy this. I was a straight man who loved women, there was no way I would ever enjoy a dick up my ass. "Bend over my lap here boy I wanna get started". I shuffled around and laid across this mans lap, like a little kid who was in trouble. I could not believe I was doing this. "This is whats gonna happen now slut. I'm gonna slap this ass around a bit, bring a little color out of it. I think it helps my boys realize whos in charge here". I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't already know I clearly was not the one calling the shots here. As I laid across Adrian's lap I noticed a new tattoo that I had not noticed before. Just above his waist line of his boxers was a weird symbol, kinda like the ones you see in the chemistry lab on dangerous chemicals. I don't think what Adrian told me totally clicked, because when I felt the first blow to my ass cheek I let out a squeel and stood out on my tip toes, trying to move. But Adrian's other hand held my firmly in his lap."I like when they squeel and squirm", Adrian said to nobody in particiular. "I'm gonna gonna forgive you this time white boy, but a good little faggot always thanks Daddy when he gives him something". "Yes sir" I responded, just before another blow struck my ass. "Thank you...Sir" I grunted out, with tears my in eyes from the pain. This was followed by a quick succession of three more slaps to my ass cheeks, which I quickly thanked him for to avoid any trouble. This went on for what felt like forever, with no random order. My ass would get spanked once, followed by a long silence as I laid across his lap, followed by three slaps, silence, then two slaps, silence, then three again, and then 1. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was pretty sure I was not gonna be able to sit for a week. Tears from the pain were rolling down my face, but I tried to keep it togther to show I wasn't weak. The weirdest thing was that my my cock got hard as Adrian beat my ass, and stayed hard the entire time. This didn't go unoticed by him, "Look at that hard little dicklet. Looks you are already turning into a little faggot, hard like that just from getting your ass slapped around. Straight men woudn't do that." As quick as it started, I was suddenly pulled off Adrians lap and told to get on my knees. I didn't know what he had in store for me next, but I was so happy to get a break from the spanking. "That ass is red as a tomato boy. You should see my handprints all over it. Its kinda cute. If you forget who's calling the shots tonight you will find your ass bent over my lap again until you remember who's in charge. Stay on your knees fag I gotta grab some stuff for our next lesson". Adrian walked away and I could hear him digging in his suitcase. I was afraid to look over, mostly because I didn't want to see what he was doing, but also because I didn't want him to think I was disobeying him. I kept my eyes looked on the flower pattern of the bed comforter in front of me for several minutes before I heard Adrian walking back. "Put your hands behind your back". As I moved them behind me, Adrian quickly grabbed one wrist and put some kind of leather strap around it and buckled it. This same process was followed by my other wrist. As soon as both wrists had the straps secured, I felt Adrian pull them together and I heard a clasp. My hands were stuck behind my back, and could not move them or get out of the straps if I tried. "That should keep those little white hands out of the way as you suck my big cock" Adrian whispered in my ear as he now grabbed my foot. The same process was repeated on my feet, the only difference was there was about a foot of chain between the two straps that allowed me to move them, ever so little but I could still move them. Adrian told me "I always care a little fuck boy kit when I travel, just in case I come across a little white slut boy like you who needs to be broken". Adrian came back around and sat on the bed in front of me. I remained kneeling in front of him, with my heart racing. I didn't know what was next, but I knew I had now given up total control to Sir. This was my first chance to really take a good look at Adrian up close. I could see his chest had a small amount of hair that covered his tight pecs. His stomach was tight, he didn't have a 6 pack but it was firm with a definite v shape. He had bulging veins that ran up both arms. It was apparent he spent some time in a gym. My eyes again noticed the biohazard tattoo, but I still had no clue what it meant. I could see the large bulge in his boxer briefs staring at me, intimidatingly. Of course this guys got a big cock I thought to myself, nervously, not knowing how I was going to manage this. "Time to meet your new friend fag" Adrian said to me as he roughly grabbed my head and rubbed it against his crotch. I could feel his cock rubbing against my face through his boxers. I could smell a musk, and a hint of piss. My own cock continued to betray me and was hard as a rock, even though I told myself I was not enjoying this. "I like you little bitches to have your hands tied down when they suck my cock for the first time. Keeps 'em out of the way, and that way you fucks can't try and push away the first time this big hog stretches their throat." Adrian pulled his boxers down to his ankles and he pulled my face in closer to his crotch. "Get that mouth on my cock slut boy. Keep this teeth off my dick or you're gonna regret it." I knelt there, frozen, not sure I could find the strength to put this big cock in my mouth. His cock was semi hard, and was already 6 inches and thick, with a big set of balls hanging low below it. Even his cock looked like it worked out, it had veins running all around it in all of the right places. "You like what you see? Thats what a real mans cock looks like fag boy. Get a good look at what gonna break that cherry ass here in a little bit". I must have waited too long, because Adrian grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled me by the hair in closer, "open that little mouth bitch and start working on this cock before you really regret it". I took this as encouragement and took another mans cock into my mouth for the first time. I had the big pink head in my mouth and it tasted kind of salty and felt fleshy. I started to suck, trying to replicate that way Audrey went down on my dick when she gave me dome. "Back and forth, just like that. You're getting the hang of this baby boy. You're doing good. You sure this is the big black cock in that pretty mouth?" I didn't answer, my mind numb with focusing on working this cock in my mouth, with the focus of maybe getting him off now and saving my ass. His cock was now rock hard, and looked to be about 8.5" long, and fairly thick. My mouth really had to stretch to take that log into my mouth. I was able to work about 4 inches in before I would gag and sputter. I felt a light slap to my face, and I looked up at Adrian with his cock filling my mouth. "Daddy asked you a question you little faggot. When I talk you better answer. This the first cock in your mouth boy?" "Mmmpmmph" I tried to answer back, with saliva now running out the corners of my mouth and running down my chin. Adrian continued pulling my head by the hair up and down his hard cock, back and forth, for what felt like forever. I could feel it twitch in my mouth, and Adrian would let out an "oh fuck baby", "goddamn work that cock", fuck that mouth feels so good on that big cock". I had a weird sense of pride that Adrian was enjoying this, and that I was doing a good job. Adrian was getting rougher and rougher with my mouth, and I was talking more of his cock. I could get about 5 inches, but every time it hit the back of my throat I would gag and sputter like I was gonna throw up. The back of my throat was starting to hurt as his cock head repeatedly slammed into it. Adrian took a more sympathetic tone, and told me I had to breath through my nose and just open my mouth and swallow his cock. He kept a hold of my hair, and rubbed my face softly with his other hand. His foot rubbed at my cock, "Look at that little white dicklet, hard as a rock. I knew you were gonna love being a fag. You were always a little fag deep down inside. I just had to bring it out". Tears ran down my face, I was unsure if it was from shame or from the cock in my throat. Maybe both. "I didn't tell you earlier, must have slipped my mind" Adrian smirked, as he continued "if you do a good job tonight you might get a gift later". What the fuck was this guy talking about. At this point, as my mouth was still being fucked by his cock, I didn't care and thought nothing of it. I am sure it was just some other twisted game he was trying to play with my head. After about 15 minutes of sucking Adrians cock my mouth was a total mess. There was spit and slobber running all down my face and chest. Adrian pulled my head back one last time and told me that was enough sucking his cock. "Not bad for your first time, don't worry we will train that little mouth to deepthroat my cock. Time to get on the bed put this cock up your pussy and take that cherry". Adrian pushed me forward onto the bed and I felt his body on the bed behind me. I knew I was about to get fucked and my heart was racing. I thought there was absolutely no way I could take his cock. "Da...Daddy....I don't think that big cock is gonna fit up my ass. It's gonna wreck me. Can I just keep sucking it until you cum?" I asked Adrian, trying to sound cute hoping he would take sympathy on me. I felt his hands softly rub my ass checks. I could feel his hard wet cock head touch my ass from time to time as it moved back and forth. He tapped my ass cheeks and told me "Baby boy this big cocks going up your ass tonight. You're not the first cherry I've broken and you're gonna love it once it's in, like all little white fuck sluts do. But it's gonna hurt like hell first". I was sick to my stomach and sweating. My heart was racing. How the fuck was he gonna fit the cock up my ass.

my neg one, narrow, willing to be breed, and no prep ever

Chapter 4 At this point it dawns on me that I'm in what might be described as a bit of a pickle. High as a kite, tied up, cuffed, and suspended from a sling in a room at a Travelodge, which presumably isn't entirely unfamiliar with such activities. The bed strewn with all manner of sexual paraphernalia. Not exactly the image of the upstanding citizen that I've been cultivating. The real issue, though, is the plastic baggie on the dresser containing ten grams of methamphetamine crystals. A stupid, ridiculous, unnecessary amount. What we're doing now, sharing drugs, counts as supply: easily enough to put us both in prison for a life-fucking amount of time. This was not part of the plan for this evening's entertainment. More knocking, a baritone "Police. Open the door please sir." We are so fucked. M freezes, then raises his fingers to his lips: keep quiet. Then he's gone, moving towards the dresser and the door. I try to twist my body round so I can see what's happening, but that just makes the sling clank loudly, so I give up and just stare at the ceiling. I hear the toilet flushing and pray it's M getting rid of the drugs. The door cracks open and light from the hallway floods into our dark little hobbit-hole. I hear M's voice, low almost to the point of whispering, and the deeper voice of the interloper. But I can't make out the words. Then there are two uniformed police constables standing above me. Big guys, maybe in their forties. Looking down at me with expressions of amused disgust. "You're under arrest for the possession and supply of class A drugs," says the bigger one. And some legalese about anything you say in a court of law or whatever it is, I know the words but right now they're not sinking in. "He's off his face," I hear M's voice behind them and then he is standing next to them. "But feel free to give him some more." "Nice easy score, thanks very much," says the first copper. He bends down close to me, so I can smell his breath. "Dirty little bumboy," he half-whispers, half grunts. "Think you can wander around doing whatever you like and get away with it." I hear the sound of a zipper. "You're about to get a lesson, boy," he pants, grabbing my throat and forcing my head back. He jams his fingers into my mouth and forces it open. I moan in protest but all I get is a slap for my trouble - a hard slap that makes me see stars, and sends a rush of panic and pleasure down my whole body. That was no love-tap, the way M slaps me when he fucks me. He means business. Then his blunt, smelly, spongy cock head is pushing into my mouth. He pushes into my throat so fast I don't have time to get away. His fat shaft fills my throat, pushing my nose into his hairy balls. I try and breathe in but there's no air. Instinctively I struggle and squirm to try and get free, to be able to breathe again. But he's holding my throat in a vice like grip, squeezing down tight and fucking into my throat. I panic and buck even harder, fighting for air. But there's no quarter. I can feel blackness rising around me. Suddenly he pulls out, looking down contemptuously as I gasp to fill my lungs. "Want some air, do you boy," he snarls. "Too bad." The poppers-soaked towel is held down on my nose and mouth again. And with that he plunges in deep again, this time choking me even harder, balls deep and then all the way out, I'm just about managing to gasp in a bit of air now and then, but I'm gagging and retching with how deep his cock is going down my throat. I'm panicking again as I run out of air, but he just keeps fucking into my throat, grunting things like "fucking take it". I can feel the other constable move between my outstretched legs and grab my thighs. The sound of a zipper again and now I can feel a cock head at my arse, pushing insistently at my arse lips. "Buckle up son, it's going to be a long weekend."

Chapter 3 Today is to be my first attempt at a new dildo, the Atlas XL, a totally different beast to the black mamba. The Atlas is a Popeye cartoon of a rubber cock, thin at the root, then widened to its fattest near the center of the shaft, then tapered down to the blunt head. The widest part is too wide for me to get my hand around. There's more than an inch between my fingertip and my thumb. That's an inch more than the black mamba. M and I looked at it together online and agreed it was ideal for my next challenge; and a week later, here it is. But it's much too big for me to take sober. To take this new dildo, I'm going to need a slam. There's this whole ritual of kettles and spoons and cotton buds and straps and alcohol wipes and cushions and "clench your fist". That's M's department. I just focus in on his eyes, do what I'm told, and try and ignore everything else. The messing about goes on forever, and I'm terrified the whole time, fighting to keep myself calm, concentrating on my breathing. The needle gets stuck once, didn't work, twice, didn't work. I have difficult veins, apparently. Didn't drink enough water or something. Like nine or ten jabs before finally "ok it's in" and he lets me look down and the plunger is in, point three grams of crystal methamphetamine now in my bloodstream. He pulls out the needle and we lock eyes, silently saying "see you on the other side". I slap on the plaster, lift my arm up, make my peace with the world I'm about to leave behind. Buckle up. Close my eyes. Because sidling up on me now, nice and slow: here it comes. The first prickles are like distant trumpets over the horizon, outriders heralding a stampede towards me, little waves of butterflies in my stomach, flickering across my skin, growing. Here it comes. The room shivers, snaps into three dimensions, like I've been living in a comic book up until this moment. Then, shockingly quickly, I'm accelerating up towards the ceiling. And the ceiling is accelerating with me, and the floor and the walls and the door and the windows. The room is a spaceship powered by this river of electricity coursing through me, pure humming pleasure, smooth as a limousine. Somewhere far away, M is slamming himself, and then he is up here with me. We have just this one moment, this one last chance, to act out our most secret and terrible desires, confess our deepest, most shameful secrets. All the time in the world. But we're in a waterfall and we're being swept away. And M is cuffing my wrists together behind my back again and then there's a wad of cloth in my mouth, "keep your mouth closed" and then he's wrapping gaffer tape around my face. The brakes are off. I breathe, I go under, I see light, I hit the bottom, I tumble, I swim, I float, I sink again, I struggle, but eventually: I submit. I feel the impossibly wide head of the Atlas pressing up against my hole. There is no way I can take this. Too bad. It's coming in. I don't understand, is my last coherent thought as I look up at his wrinkly, pouchy face, his gaze intent on my hole. And then I lose myself in him. From this point on, everything feels pre-ordained, like the most natural thing it could possibly be, no words required, no thought. His aggression rises gradually but inexorably, and my appetite rises to meet it. When the Atlas goes in all the way, I want more. When his fist goes in, I want more. When he alligator-clips my nipples, I scream and cry but I want more. When he tortures my cock and balls, when he spits on me and slaps me, the pain turns into waves of pleasure rushing through me, and I want more. When he feeds me more GHB, more poppers: I want more. When he chokes me or clamps my nose shut until I'm about to black out: more. Even when the G overcomes me and I wake up, unmoored from time, to find his cock exploring my throat, I want more. And then there's a knock on the door.

1 Adam It was just past midnight as I made my way to the kitchen. Stopping just long enough to look through the Jack and Jill bathroom towards my step-brother Shayne’s bedroom, it appeared that the lights were out so I proceeded down the stairs and into the kitchen. The room was dimly lite by a nightlight, and I made my way to the refrigerator and opened the door, bathing the kitchen in the glow of light, I pulled out the jelly and some bread, closing the door extinguishing the light and sending the kitchen back into a mellow glow of the night light. I popped the bread in the toaster and opened the jelly, pulled out a knife and waited for the toast to pop up, upon so I spread across some peanut butter and jelly folding the halves together I turned to see Shayne standing in the entrance. Mom was on a business trip and my stepdad was having a boy’s night out, playing poker or whatnot, it was just me and Shayne home alone. II had turned 18 back in October and it was just past the New Year, Shayne being home from college for the holidays. Shayne was just two years older than me, he had a older brother James who was 21 and a younger brother, Mark who was just seven months older than me. As I looked across the kitchen wearing just some checkered boxers and a oversized tee shirt, I gawked at Shayne in just a Jock and a tight wife beater that showed off every muscle in his toned body, every one of his sixpack was on display. I quickly took a seat at the table to hide my growing erection, while Shayne clicked on the light and sauntered across to the kettle and turned it on. S. “I thought I heard a mouse, midnight snack eh” A. “yeah, I got hungry, pizza just didn’t do it for me” S. “I got thirsty, decided on a hot Chocolate” There was silence for a few minutes. I could feel my hard cock leaking precum, dampening my boxers and running down the inside of my thigh. Shayne poured some hot water in a cup and blended in a packet of powder, then came over and sat next to me, gripping my knee hard he suggested we get to know each other better. I’m Adam and I stand about five foot ten and a half, athletic body from playing sports for most of my life, doing football and baseball, Shane was about six foot one, he too was an athlete excelling at wrestling and water polo. My parents were friends with Shayne’s parents growing up and still remained friends even after the divorces. So I had actually known Shayne most of my life, actually looked up to him and his brothers as I grew up, he was one of my first crushes when I realized I was into guys, but realized he would never be that way being so macho. I realized I was gay when I was younger and my best friend and I would hang out, I had the biggest crush on Robert, but I could never tell him I was falling in love with him, that all sort of ended in 8th grade when his parents moved him to a different town a couple cities away, we stayed in touch but rarely got the chance to hang. Shayne gulped down the last of his chocolate as I finished my P.B. and J. I awkwardly got up, facing away from Shayne so as not to reveal my boner and the huge wet spot on my shorts I walked a couple of steps and suddenly felt Shayne behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my ear. S. “I think now is as good a time to get to know each other better’ He led me through the kitchen flipping off the light as he went, his arm draped across my shoulders and guided me up the steps, past my bedroom and into his. As I entered his room I noticed some LED strip lights across the headboard and around part of the room at ceiling level, his laptop was open on his desk, the bed covers were a bit disheveled, he pressed a button on his laptop as he led me to the center of the room next to the bed. He turned me around, pulled me towards him, taking my face between his palms, he bent down and kissed me. I was startled at first then went with the kiss, his tongue lapped at my lips and I parted them, his kisses became more passionate and he was soon groping my hard cock through my boxers and I fondling his engorged member through his jock, soon both boxers and jock lay on the floor and he lifted my tee shirt over my head and his tank top from his torso we were naked together exploring each other’s bodies. He laid me down on the bed and placed his body weight on top of me, we were actually compatible in weight, both weighing in around 160#, he ground his cock into mine and began licking his way down my body, while caressing every inch he could reach. He soon had my cock between his lips and was giving me my first blow job, it sure beat jerking off, he wet his fingers and probed my ass, he licked down my sculptured thighs and calves and sucked in my toes first one foot then the other, he raised my legs and licked down the backside of them finally lifting me back so my legs were behind my shoulders my ass exposed as he began tonguing my hole, probing a little with his fingers then sucking on my pucker, I soon felt his tongue enter me and I knew I must be dreaming. He had me loosened up in no time then placed a little brown bottle under my nose and commanded breath in deep, I did as my older step brother commanded, a buzz came across my head as my body began to heat up, I breathed in again through the other nostril the buzz intensified and I felt full, my stepbrother was balls deep in my ass. It felt good to be filled then sudden pain had subsided and he was working his magnificent cock in my hole, my fantasy was coming true. Shayne pumped for a couple minutes, then it all sort of became easier, my ass suddenly slicker and his pounding became intensely pleasurable I soon found myself moaning and pleading A. “fuck me bro, I have fantizied bout this for a long time, pound my hole make me yours” ”ah yeah fuck me, mark me with your seed, breed your little bro” It went on for about thirty minutes before Shayne bellowed out S. “ Aw fucking A, breeding my Baby Bro with my Tainted seed, going to knock you up, make you Mine” He kept grunting and pumping into me my ass getting slicker than it was before, he shoved a little harder and a burst of pain shot through me as I realized he was pushing past my second ring and cumming deep in my gut. Shayne collapse on top of me, smothering me with kisses and pushing his pelvis harder into my ass, I felt so full, but my cock was still rock hard and precum was filling my belly button and coating my abs. through all that I had not cum, I felt his cock twitch inside me as he began another volley of thrust, he was still rock hard and was gearing up to fuck me some more, as I felt the head repeatably push past my inner ring new feelings of pleasure began to wash over me, I was orgasming in my ass but wasn’t Cumming, my hole clamping down and convulsing around Shayne’s cock milking another load deep into me. Spent Shayne rolled off of me pulling me on top of him while passionately kissing and biting my lips and neck. I returned the kisses and began licking my way down his sweaty body, giving him the same treatment he had given me, cum dripping from my hole I reached around and gathered some up and slicked it on his hole, lined my 9 inch cock up with the opening and pushed in. I had been so stimulated it only took me a few minutes to fill up my step brother with my load, I started to push hard and soon breached his inner ring making him grunt then I kept pumping until he too began to reel from a anal orgasm. I rolled off Shayne then looked over at him with a sheepish grin. A. “I think were on our way to knowing each other” S. “you might be right, now come here” Shayne pulled me up close to him as I became the little spoon and we cuddled together his cock buid in my ass, and soon fell asleep. We changed positions a couple time me spooning him and sliding my tool deep in his gut breeding my step-bro

I was traveling for work and checked out Grindr. Being in a smaller town there wasn't much around. I came across a profile of a mid 40s black guy. Toned body, claimed he had a ten inch cock. I was skeptical, but he showed me his album and I could see he did have a big cock. He was in a hotel 40 minutes away, and I agreed to meet up with him. I prepped and left. When I got to the hotel he opened the door wearing only a pair of jeans and no shirt. His cock was rock hard and looked MASSIVE. It went down to his mid thigh and looked like he seriously had a cucumber in his pants. I went inside, and he grabbed me and started kissing my neck and pinching my nips. I was rock hard immediately. I got on my knees and he dropped his pants. He was going commando, . and he wasn't lying about the ten inches. I thought there was no way I was going to be able to take something that big in my ass. I started sucking it and my mouth barely fit around it and I could only take about half of it down my throat. My hand didn't close when I stroked it. Eventually he decided it was time to fuck me. I told him the only way I would be able to get that big cock in right away was if I rode it. I slowly slid down his cock, and after a bit I had the whole raw cock in my ass and his balls were resting against my cheeks. My ass had never felt so full. After I stretched a bit I started going to town. The guy stopped me and told me he was close and didn't want to come yet. He pushed me back, his cock never left my ass, and started fucking me doggy. He came after a bit and collapsed on my back. His cock never went totally soft. After a few minutes he was hard again and started fucking me again. His cock still had never left my ass. I was amazed. He blew a second load and collapsed on my back again. After a minute his cock shrunk and slid out of my ass, followed by a little of his cum. I told him I wanted a 3rd load and he told me if I could get him hard again he would. I started sucking his dick again and after about 15 minutes he was rock hard again. Fucked me rougher than the first two times and gave me a 3rd load. I left there wanting more. I could tell my whole was gaping and I could feel my boxers were already wet with his leaking loads as I walked thru the lobby to go home. His loads leaked from my ass the whole way home.

For Micky, wherever he may be... Chapter 1 I knock on the door of room 230 as instructed and M lets me in. "Get in here then, we haven't got all day". M is naked already, wearing his leather chest harness. Businesslike, wanting to start the lesson. If you saw us on the street together you'd peg him as my grandfather - white hair and beard, totally bald on top, weather-beaten face with droopy eyelids and bags under his eyes, super fat and sagging everywhere, short stubby cock. But you can tell he used to be something when he was younger, he still has a bull neck, hairy chest, massive shoulders and huge hairy forearms like Popeye. I mean his wrists are like beercans. The sling is set up by the bed. On the bed are laid out the dildos, the gags, the cuffs, the rope, the gaffer tape. The usual. On the dresser are the drugs. A fresh bottle of poppers. A baggie of weed and some rolling papers. Some blue viagra pills. A plastic bottle of liquid GHB, and a dropper to measure it out with. Another plastic baggie of pinkish powder, ecstasy. Next to them, a baggie of meth crystals, a loaded pipe, and four loaded syringes. "Right, get 'em off and come here," grunts M. I undress and stand naked in front of him. "Take two of those imodium and a viagra." I obey. He leads me into the bathroom. He brings the meth pipe, takes a deep hit, then he puts the rubber tube in my mouth and warms the bowl with his lighter. "Suck." Then directs me to blow the smoke into the extractor on the ceiling. I feel the familiar butterflies in my stomach, the outside world disappearing from my mind. He pushes me up against the wall. "Arse out", he commands. Then he roughly pushes an enema tube up my arse. He forces in water, tells me to push it out into the toilet, repeats the cycle until the water runs clear. Then he showers me down, towels me off and marches me back out to the sling. "Time for some drugs". First is some ecstasy. M tips some of the powder into a couple of shreds of paper, and we down one each. I have no idea how much he's given me - I used to obsess over that stuff, now I just leave it up to him. Next is some GHB. "I want you more out of it than last time," he grunts. He measures it out with a dropper, two mil each, dissolved in a mouthful of ginger ale. That's more than I've ever taken before. The salty taste is strong, I know I will feel it soon. Then he lights a joint and feeds it to me until my head is spinning. Then it's time to get in the sling. He spends ages adjusting the sling so my arse is presented to him at just the right height and angle. He straps my ankles wide apart, winds straps around my knees to pull them back so I can relax my legs. Once he's satisfied, he cinches more leather straps tight across my waist and chest and around my upper arms, then clips my collar to the sling so I can't move my head. Then he brings out the handcuffs. These aren't toys - they're proper heavy duty police-issue handcuffs, from an auction. He reaches under the sling and cuffs my wrists together with a metallic rasp that marks the start of the lesson. "Try and get out of that." I wriggle but I'm locked in tight. He examines his handiwork. "yep, not going anywhere, are you." He selects a cock gag, pushes it into my mouth, then stands behind me and straps it tightly around my head. The rubber cock pushes down towards my throat. I gag. Too late to complain now. No question of any "safe word". Then he makes me wait while he gets all his porn running. Which means an age of messing about getting the wifi working and logging in and finding the right video and making sure there's a screen wherever he looks. While I hang there drooling, trussed up like a chicken. M then sits down on a stool between my wide-spread legs and gets out the shaving kit. He lathers and shaves my pubes, cock, balls and arse, slowly and patiently until I'm his little boy. By the time he's done I can feel the drugs starting to kick in. Cold fire ignites beneath my skin. The air between us twitches and swirls. Red and blue fringes on the ceiling lights. The room is silent except for our breathing, the grunts from the porn videos, and the hum of the aircon. He ties a shoelace around my hard cock, winding it around my balls. It takes him a while as he gets it wrong, unwinds and starts again, muttering to himself. It hurts, it's too tight. He likes to torture my cock and balls as he stretches my hole. Somehow, M has become the center of my universe.

Chapter 1 – Just Jack There’s only one thing that makes fisting any better, and that’s finding a hot guy who wants to fist you as much as he wants to be fisted by you. OK, maybe there are two things. Finding out that the hot guy also wants to party with you. Taking or giving a fist while spun is the ultimate in sexual satisfaction. Luckily, I had hit the jackpot with Jack. He hit me up on a basic site, but I recognized him from a party and ass-oriented site. When I asked if he had a profile there, he said that he did, and I should check it out. I told him I had already looked at it and was good with everything he described. He went over to look at my profile, which has some more revealing pics, and we quickly agreed to meet. I told him that I could host in my basement playroom. The room is accessible from the outside, has a bathroom attached if we needed it, and was furnished with a couch, bed, sling, and all the necessary toys, lubes, and such that we’d need. I didn’t mention the recently added St Andrews Cross, but I hoped we could use that, too. The entrance to the playroom is at the back of my house, next to the garage. I told Jack to park outside the garage and strip down before he came into the playroom. It’s sexy to meet a new guy naked for the first time. I’d be naked, too, when he came in. He said he’d bring a few things for our play time and would be there around 7. At about 6:45, I took a few hits off my pipe, blowing some nice clouds. If he hadn’t smoked already, it would be easy for him to catch up with me. That got my ass itching for something in it, so I lubed up one of my smaller dildos and worked it into my ass. I figured I’d fuck myself with this for a while, then put it aside when Jack got there. Of course, there was some hot fisting porn on the tv, too, to help keep me riled up. I heard his truck drive up and pulled the dildo out. I went to meet him at the sliders that led into the room. He stripped down to an orange jockstrap and was reaching into his truck to grab a bag. I liked what I saw and fingered my jock-clad ass. When he turned around and saw me at the door, Jack broke into a big smile. This promised to be a good night. He had told me that he was 67 and in OK shape. But he had done himself a disservice. He was in great shape, with well-sculpted pecs and a nice ass. He had a hairy chest, and I had noticed that his ass was hairy, too, when he was reaching into the truck. I opened the door and greeted him. He came in, dropped his bag, and grabbed me into a hug and kiss. My cock responded nicely, as did his. We hugged and groped a bit, and then we moved over to the couch. He dropped his bag on the floor near the bed. I’m 5’7”, and Jack was easily over 6’ tall. Like him, I’m hairy, but I also have lots of hair on my back and ass. Jack’s back looked to be smooth, and he had light hair on his ass with a denser thicket around his hole. I weigh about 180 and guys tell me I’m built like a fireplug. That may also have something to do with how my body flushes red when I party. I picked up my pipe and torch and handed them to him. He melted the crystals until the smoke was swirling and took a nice hit. He handed the tools to me, and I did the same. When he handed everything back to me after his third hit, I took in the smoke and then leaned in to shotgun it into his mouth. We played back and forth for a while until it was time to start the real fun. Jack put his index finger in his mouth and then stuck it in my ass. He made a hook with it, rubbing my prostate. He used that to get me to stand up and walk over to the sling. Jack felt I should be first in the sling since I was hosting. I got situated, and he sat down on the stool in front of my ass. “Tongue, toys, or fists to start?” he asked. Hell, I’ll never turn down a rim job, so I said, “That sounds like a great order.” Jack chuckled as he leaned in and spread my ass wide. “Fucking hot hairy hole,” he said as he dove into my ass. He started licking and sucking on it, getting it all wet with his saliva. Next, he started tongue fucking me, driving his tongue deeper into my ass with each new thrust. It felt great, and I knew poppers would make it feel even better. I opened my bottle and offered them to Jack. “Naw, man, I’ve got my own down here.” I sniffed deeply and felt my ass relax and open more. Now, Jack was getting even deeper into my ass, and I was grinding it on his face. When my poppers started to wane, Jack sniffed his and dove back into my ass with a vengeance. He sucked and prodded my hole, getting it ready for the next big thing. He leaned back when he was done. He kept fingering over and into my hole. “So, a toy is next,” he said, and I nodded. My toys were laid out on a table nearby, but he went to his duffel bag and rooted around for what he wanted. He pulled out a dildo that was in a spiral shape. I’d always wanted to try a spiral toy since it can (literally) be screwed into you. He lubed it up and said, “Let’s see how much of this you can take.” Jack got about a third of the dildo in my hole with ease. Once we got there, whether it was the width or the depth, he had to stop for a moment. This is where the design of this toy works well. He could twist it and let my ass take it further in. Each turn let it penetrate a bit deeper. This is a long toy, so it was going to get in deep. When I felt it at my second hole, I asked for a poppers break. It’d go through without them, but it would be a hell of a lot more fun with them. I inhaled, first through one side of my nose, then a quick exhale, and a long draw on the other side. That one I held as Jack started to screw the toy past my inner hole. It slid in readily, my hole opening to take it, and the poppers made it feel even better. Jack seemed to like me being poppered up, so I knew there would be more of that tonight. He had it all the way in. I could feel the base at the entry to my ass. Now, Jack started to pull back on it. Without unscrewing it, the ridges of the spiral really hit all the right places. It felt great as he pummeled my ass with the dildo. He pulled it all the way out, then said., “I’m gonna bump this ass before I fist it.” It looked like we were going to have a crazy night, and I just nodded in agreement. Of course, to shove the shard in meant that he’d have to work some fingers into my ass, but I could wait for the fist. Jack picked out a nice shard and put it on the tip of his index finger. He showed it to me and then slid it into my hole. It was opened up enough from the toy and had a good bit of lube to let his finger go in easily. He deposited the shard and then pulled out of my ass. The burn set in quickly. I could feel it as the shard melted in my ass and was absorbed by my bloodstream. While we waited for the shard to dissolve, Jack fed me his dick. I reached around for his hole, and he said, “Don’t you worry. You’ll be in there soon.” The shard melted and I was feeling the effect of the new influx of chems into my body. Booty bumps make me extra horny for some good ass work, so I told Jack it was time for me to take his fist. He looked up at me from his seat and grinned lasciviously. He raised his hands to show me the application of lube, then directed his attention to my hole. First, he poked three fingers from each hand in and used those to stretch my hole. After that, he shoved all four fingers from one of his hands in and pushed in past the knuckles. He used his thumb to caress my hole. Then, he added his thumb into the fingers in my ass and shoved his whole hand inside me. Fuck, he felt good. His hand snaked its way through my ass, getting in deep right from the start. He was using the same sort of twisting motion as the toy to drive his hand further into my ass. He got in past my inner hole and was fingering my colon. I go nuts when a guy gets in there, and he breached that barrier quickly. Jack then pulled back to give my hole a stretch. He had made a fist and moved it back to give me a major stretch. Now, when he twisted his hand, he wasn’t going deeper; instead, this was letting me feel the stretch as his knuckles circled the inside of my hole. He was a guy who knew how to make an ass feel good. I picked up the poppers and took a few good snorts while he was at my entrance. Once they hit, I reached back to spread my ass wider, and I also moved down a little bit in the sling. This gave Jack better access to my ass and let me feel things from a different angle. I was also bucking around in the sling as he stretched me, so I pulled him in a bit deeper from time to time. He’d always pull back to the point where he knew he had a big stretch going on. Then, Jack pulled his hand out of my ass and sunk it back in again. He repeatedly did this, letting my hole feel each new insertion. He was a great sister, and I wanted to give him as good a ride as he gave me. I said we should switch places, and he was fine with that idea. Now, Jack was in the sling with his hairy ass spread for my enjoyment. Enjoy it, I did. His ass was covered in light hair that got darker and denser as it approached his hole. Hairy asses drive me wild. I love watching the hair get darker as it gets matted down with spit and lube, and watching a toy or fist moving out of a hairy hole gets me excited. Seeing the hairs cling to whatever is being pulled out is a sensual moment, and I really enjoy it. “Same question. Tongue, toys, or fists to start?”. Truthfully, I was hoping he said tongue. He was going to get his ass eaten at some point, but I really wanted to start now. Maybe it was because I had leaned in and was puffing breaths on his hole, or maybe he just really wanted a rimming, but he answered, “Same as you”. I looked up at him and said, “I’m going to take some poppers and then dive into your sweet hole.” He grabbed his bottle, too, and started to inhale. We were going to start out as poppered up ass pigs. It’d be hot to see where we ended up. After doing the poppers, I stuck my face in his ass. I went straight for his hole with my tongue out and ready to penetrate. It slid into his hole, but then I shifted over to licking and sucking his hole. When I eat ass, I treat it as if it’s a mouth that I’m making out with. Some suction, some tongue, a bit of spit, maybe even some light nibbling outside the hole. Jack was loving my work, as evidenced by his moans and movements. He spread his ass wider for me so that I could get my tongue in him as deep as possible. I ate his hole for a good long time. Jack’s fur held a great musk, and I wanted to get it all over my face. It excites me to smell a man’s ass on my face or beard when he is using me. It’s just another part of the primal connection that two guys can have. When I was done eating his ass, I stood up and got a shard for his ass. I picked out a good-sized rock and slowly worked it into his ass. Once I deposited it, I stayed inside for a little longer, rubbing his prostate and making his cock leak. Then I leaned forward, moved the pouch of his jock aside, and sucked in his cock. Some more precum came out, which I eagerly lapped up. I nuzzled my face and nose in his bush, picking up more smells. Jack said, “Smell my jock,” so I put my nose in the pouch. Like me, he had been wearing this jock for a while, and it had accumulated a wonderful aroma. That made me want to check out his pits. Of course, his nipples were on the way, so they got a few licks and tweaks. Jack had his arms thrown back over his head, exposing those wonderful, hairy pits. As I neared his pit, I could smell the aroma of sweat and pheromones that is such a turn-on. He had obviously showered before coming over but hadn’t put on deodorant, so he had a natural musk to him. I reveled in the scent, rubbing my face all over to get the smell everywhere. Then, I went in for some kissing. All the while, the shard was melting in his ass, and the T was flowing through his body. I went back to the stool and was looking at toys to use on him. Jack looked down at me and said, “Fuck the toys. Stick your fist in me now.” Nice! I lubed up both hands and began to work his hole. Fingers from one hand went in, rolled around, and then fingers from the other hand were added. I stretched his hole wide and stuck my tongue into the pink center. He shuddered in delight when he felt my tongue inside him, but I knew it was my fist that he was really craving. So, I plunged my hand inside his ass, going in just past my wrist. Jack’s ass had opened nicely to let me in, but I waited a moment to let him adjust to the invasion. Then, I began my crawl through his ass. He had a soft interior, with only a few bones in the way, but they were easy to get around. At one point, I encountered a barrier, but it only took a flex to the right, and I was through it. That let me into his colon. Jack loved all the feelings and picked up the poppers. I waited until he was done and then resumed my activities. I had been going in for depth but was now going to work inside his ass. He had spread his legs wider when the poppers hit, so I did slide in a bit deeper, but it was my time to begin working his ass. I twisted my hand around, letting my knuckles graze across all his inner walls. I pulled back out of his colon and then went back in repeatedly, which had him moaning in pleasure. Flexing my hand between a fist and extended fingers let him feel a variety of sensations, too. Jack said, “Stretch my hole with your fists,” so I pulled all the way out and then placed my smaller fist at his hole. I pushed, and it slid in. I spent some time twisting around just inside his hole, loving the way the hairs around his ass swirled in whatever direction I was moving my hand. When I’d pull out, the hairs would cling to the lube on my hand, exciting me even further. The next entry was with my other fist. This one was larger and took some more effort, but Tom took it like a champ. I started to alternate between my fists in quick succession, giving his hole a great workout. He had me take a break for him to hit the poppers again, and then we really went for it. I added more lube to his hole while he was snorting the poppers, so he was ready for the invasion. My fists pummeled his ass. I’d shove in one, pull it out, shove in the other, and keep repeating that. Jack was responding well to this work, nodding emphatically while his eyes were closed as he rode the poppers high. I left my bigger right fist in his hole and then prodded around my arm with the fingers from my left hand. All four fingers managed to squeeze into his ass around my lower arm. I circled those fingers around his hole, letting him feel the stretch everywhere. Eventually, Jack signaled for a break, and I pulled my hands out of his ass. He got out of the sling with my help, and I wrapped him in a hug. We hugged and held onto each other for a while, then walked over to the bed, where we collapsed. I suggested some liquids and a break. Jack agreed to that plan. While we sipped our sports drinks, he asked if I’d be interested in having his husband join us. He showed me some pics, both posed, and action shots, and the guy was hot. Jack said that he was 55, had a great cock, and loved fisting. From the pics, I knew that he was bald, had a greying beard, hairy chest, and ass, and a sweet-looking hole. His cock looked good too. His name was Matt. Jack then said, “The thing is, he likes to slam. Are you OK with that?” I assured him that I was. Then he asked, “Do you slam too?”

Ideas? Here I am! - Lewis and Ryan -the youngest characters- should convert. You no longer mentioned them! It could be that one of the two boys tests neg (maybe Lewis?) and is disappoints. Yes, Lewis, it can be like this: Lewis, testing neg, goes to Peter hoping he can convert him. But Peter and Ryan's father, just say "no, this is Ryan's duty to convert you". Adults watch a teen converting the other... Ben, Will and Jay: the two brothers (Will and Jay) convert Ben -their father-. But first, Jay comes out with the real identity of his gifter (Will). Dominic and Will, get married and have a big celebration party where Dominic reveals he has finished his gifting career as he was diagnosed full blown AIDS. So, he's going on meds very soon. And leaves the responsibility to Peter, the heavy cummer. And of course the wedding is the coincidence with Lewis's conversion.

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This guy filled me up with his seed.

If there's a nice ass, I'm good. But it depends on the guy really. Some guys like to kiss and be spooned, which is hot. A lot of the guys I find local are not out and they're pretty straight to the point with it and just want to get fucked, so they'll lie on their stomach for me to get on top, or on their back, and they just want me to stick it in and pump until I cum. I also like a good missionary session with the right kind of guy. Intimacy is the best for me, but if a guy is hot I'll say yes to whatever kind of session he'll do.

I played safe for years and then met a really hot guy who only goes bare. He persuaded me to go on Prep and waited until i was on prep before delivering his first load. I have not looked back since. The difference is amazing and the mind fuck of having a load planted inside me is something else.

Oddly, if I recall correctly, it was a Democratic president, Obama, who opened the door to Cuba and tried to draw it into our sphere of influence (to keep it out of the influence of our adversaries) and it was a Republican president, Trump, who slammed that door shut with his typical bellicose and incoherent foreign policy screeching. The reality is that Republicans have no interest in Cuba whatsoever except as (a) a source of votes among Floridians of Cuban descent and (b) an election issue about the big bad commies right in our back yard. It was a Republican president who planned the disastrous Bay of Pigs "invasion" with no real commitment to a winning effort, leaving it to a Democratic administration to play "mop up" as the frightened Cuban government turned to the USSR for support - and leading directly to the Cuban Missile Crisis. Just like the economy, Democrats are forever being tasked with cleaning up Republican foreign policy messes.

The next chapter is the last. It would devolve into fantasy rather than fiction at that point. This story is fiction and, as such, can take things to an extreme, which has been done here. Certainly, it is important that people understand that fisting is an extreme sport and, combined with partying, presents risks. Paying attention to your body at all times is important, both with the sexual and the partying components.

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Chapter 2 This is the one we call the "black mamba" - about nine inches long, and thick enough to hurt if you aren't experienced. I first mastered it successfully about three months ago, after almost six months of trying. Now it's my starter dildo. M lubes it up and places it on my belly while he works his lubed fingers up my arse. He likes to use only the smallest amount of lube possible. M then walks over to the bed and picks up the dildo harness, steps into it, tightens it up, and spends a while fixing the black mamba into position. He takes his sweet time. My eyes are swivelling as the drugs accelerate. By the time he's ready, I'm almost screaming for him. He takes up his position between my legs and teases my wet hole with the blunt end of the dildo. He takes a roll of toilet paper and slowly makes a wad of it. Then he soaks some poppers into it. "This is what you want isn't it," he says, and holds the wad of poppers-soaked paper over my mouth and nose. He's rough, the fumes are way too intense, I can feel the chemical burn on my skin. I yelp and try to jerk my head away, but he's way too strong for me. He likes to hold me down and force me to take whatever he decides to give me. "I'm going to hold this here until you stop fighting." It's no good, I can't hold my breath, I'm forced to just breathe in the fumes until I'm flying high as a kite. "Relax. Or this is going to hurt," he says keeping the poppers pressed over my face as he slowly works the dildo into me. The pressure increases until the bulbous head breaks through my arse lips and I buck with the sharp pain. He pauses for a second and barks "relax!". I try, but it hurts, and I cry out as he pushes it further in. "You took this easily last time," he grumbles. He keeps pushing. He looks like a kindly old man but there's no mercy from him. He isn't one of those considerate types who hold still waiting for you to "get used to it". He just keeps pushing it slowly further and further into me. He is in control of my body, there's nothing I can do to get away. I know I'll just have to take it. But I can't do it, I can't relax. Then I realise ... this is what I wanted. All those weeks and days and hours of waiting, this is what I was waiting for. And now I'm getting it. So then I just stop fighting. I close my eyes and relax into the intense pressure. The fat dildo just keeps stretching my insides wide open, deeper, deeper, and I breathe in the poppers, and I let it in. "That's better," he says looking down intently at my stretched hole. At some point the tip hits something deep and tight, and I tense up and cry out in pain again, but again he just barks "relax!". I try to explain that it hurts, but the gag muffles me. He slaps me roughly on the face, "shhh". He keeps pushing. Eventually he settles for a slow, shallow fucking rhythm. He lets my insides rest for a while, and the pain eases and I relax a bit. Then he suddenly rams it deeper again without warning, I cry and tense up in pain, he barks at me and slaps me. "Quiet. We'll have security knocking down the door." Then we repeat the cycle all over again. Gradually I get used to the intensity of the sensations. Eventually I'm open, enough so he can ream the black mamba all the way in and out without pause. I still feel the intense pressure but no pain, I'm used to it now. It's part of being fucked. It always takes work like this to get opened up. It isn't "fun" at all. But once I'm open and taking that dildo easily, M pats my head and says "good boy", and I feel stupidly proud of myself. I don't understand why I keep wanting to be subjected to this torture, the pleasure is intense but so is the pain and suffering. I also don't understand why M keeps typing stuff into his phone the whole time. At least, I don't figure it out until later.

Complete get this. My ex used to watch me or ask me to send vids of guy breeding me - as a sub this was totally fulfilling.

Had a BF few years back, was a little dom and sometimes liked to fuck me in public but not where it was too cruisy, or in front of some of his old friends. Someone who wouldn't be offended could stumble on us. How he knew of these places surprises me. Sometimes no one would see us. He liked the observer asking him questions about who he's fucking, sometimes talking as he fucks me. But outside of some hands he didn't want to share me. We left B'more once where he's from, had just fucked me, says we need to make a quick stop, then pulls over in a woodsy area and he says I got more for ya. He leads me down a path, him grabbing my ass says he loves knowing his kids are safe in me. By a tree, a few kisses then puils my sweats down, spits and inside fuckine me as I try to keep his load inside. Soon someone passes, he gestures he can watch. Then the two start talking. BF says he loves me because I love taking his cum anytime and ok with strangers watching. The stranger is jacking now, knows I already got bred and still wants more. BF tells him I love uncut when he sees this guy has impressive foreskin, and lets me play with it. in a minute BF cums in me and encourages stranger he's had enough having me suck his foreskin and he needs to feel my ass. No hesitation he slides right in to the base. "Fuck harder he likes it", BF says and not long I have more cum in my guts. Most of the ride home was how he liked seeing me get bred by a stranger, and he didn't think he would. That changed his idea of me being his private cumhole.

One thing I miss about my ex is how he used to arrange for tops to come breed my hole while he watched. He knew my obsession with cocks and cum. His libido wasn't as strong as mine, so he loved to watch as other guys used my hole.

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