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Chapter 4 Adrian laid there on top of me, obiously having worked up a sweat plowing my ass because it felt like his chest had a sheen on it. We didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, and Adrian's dick stayed lodged in my ass this entire time. The only sound in the room was the whimpers coming from me. "Relax baby, I can feel that heart racing", Adrian said softely into my ear. He was talking in a much softer, almost sympathetic, tone, which was a change from just a few minutes ago. Adrian's hands slipped under my chest and began rubbing and twisting at my nipples. Nobody had ever touched my nipples like this, and his rough hands felt good as they tweaked and pulled at them. Almost like it was hard wired to my nipples, my cock was once again rock hard. "Stop the whining fag boy, look how hard that little white dicklet is just from having your tits played with. Your're turned on having your nips played with, just like a woman. That don't happen with straight boys. I know you're in denial right now, white boy, but you gotta admit you loved my big dick plowing your ass. The way you were whimpering, begging for my dick, pushing back against that big cock, there's no way you can't say you're a cock slut", he softly whispered in my ear. Adrian squeezing my nipples was making my ass twitch around his cock, clamping down on it like a vice. "Yeah look at your faggot ass, clamping down on Daddy's big cock. You're trying to get it my big cock hard so it can fuck you again?". "Nnoo...Daddy I don't think you should fuck me again". I thought to myself one poz load was enough, I might get lucky and not catch anything. "Bullshit white boy. I know that tight pussy is begging for my cock again. I'm not done fucking this ass tonight. I know this ass wants more". I moaned, not sure sure if it was from the pleasure of my nipples being played with, or the dread of knowing I was gonna be fucked again. I felt Adrian's cock start to swell in my ass, and before long he was rock hard again. Feeling the cock grow in my ass was a weird sensation, and before long I felt my ass pushing up against Adrian, trying to get more cock. I let myself go. I wanted this cock. I didn't give a fuck about anything else, all I cared about was getting another load in my ass. "Yeah baby look at you trying to get more of that cock. I turned your ass. You're such a little faggot", he whispered in my ear. I didn't care about what he was saying, as long as he fucked me again. "You want Daddy to breed this ass again?", Adrian asked. "YES DADDY...PLEASE FUCK ME" I blurted out, almost yelling. I could not believe I was begging to be fucked again. I felt Adrian push himself off my back, his hard cock still lodged deep in my ass. "I'm gonna take these cuffs off white boy, don't do anything stupid". Adrian unhooked the link between the wrist straps, freeing them, but left the straps on my wrists. I felt the blindfold ripped from my head, and I was flooded by the light as my eyes struggled to adjust. Adrian flipped me over onto my back, his cock staying in my ass as he flipped me over. "I want you to watch Daddy as he fucks this tight pussy this time". He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close to him, pushing his cock deeper into my ass. He grabbed both of my feet and placed them on his shoulders, then leaned forward over me, pushing my ass up into the air. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I was once again totally held into place so Adrian could fuck me. Adrian's big brown eyes stared down above me as he was about only a foot away. "Beg me to fuck that ass faggot". "Ppllease...PLEASE FUCK ME" I stammered out, wishing he would just start already, wiggling my ass. "What do you want Daddy to do boy", Adrian asked. "PLEASE FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK AND CUM IN MY ASS". "Be careful what you ask for white boy", Adrian smirked and I felt his cock start working its way in and out of my ass. My ass was obviously loosened up from having just been fucked a few minutes ago, but I still felt incredibly full. I could feel the first load that Adrian blew in my ass leaking out around his cock and down my ass crack. "Daddy's gonna work that first load in boy. Nothing better than fucking a sloppy ass." Adrian kept fucking me and all I could do was moan as his big cock hammered at my ass. He had picked up speed to a steady rhythm, his balls filling the room with a "SLAP SLAP SLAP" everytime he bottomed out in my ass. His cock was digging deeper than it had before at this new angle, and it hurt like hell at first, but before long I was loving it. He caught me looking at the tattoo on his waist. He smirked and pointed to it. "You like that faggot? You know what that means?". I shook my head "no". "It means Daddy is POZ", he winked and kept thrusting. For whatever reason this turned me on even more. My lega slid off Adrian's shoulders and wrapped around his waist, trying to hold him closer to get more of his cock. He let go of my hands and I grabbed onto his muscular biceps. He took his hands and started tugging at my nipples again, putting my cock into over drive. Before long my cock was spewing again, blowing another one of my loads up onto me and Adrian's chests. "That's how all white boys should cum, hands free with a big black cock slamming into their pussy. You're such a little faggot", Adrian whispered into my ass as he kept fucking me. Adrian started sucking on my neck as he fucked me. It felt so damn good. I had not had anybody suck on my neck like this since I started making out with chicks in high school. I could feel Adrian's beard scratching at my neck as he sucked on it, leaving me with burn marks. There was no way I wasn't gonna have hickey's on my neck when he was done. Before long my cock was blowing a third load. I had never cum 3 times in such a short time frame, but I just could not help myself with this big cock in my ass. When I came, my ass clamped around Adrian's cock. Not long after, Adrian's thrusts and breathing became irregular and I felt his cock swell in my ass. His cock started spurting again, dumping what felt like another massive load in my ass. "Take that poz load white boy. Daddy's filling those guts with his poz babies", he grunted out as he came in my ass. After he came, Adrian collapsed down on me again. I laid there under him, being crushed by his body weight, as we both caught our breath. I felt Adrian's cock soften and slip from my ass with a "pop", followed by dribbles of what I knew had to be Adrian's cum down my asscrack. We laid there for a few minutes before I felt Adrian slide up off of me and stand next to the bed. It had felt good to be protected under Adrian's body, almost like we were having a moment. How had a I come to this? Laying under a big black stranger who had just fucked my ass, even after I asked him not to. I should be furious right now, but all I could think about how hot his cum dripping from my ass is. My ass felt so empty, like it was missing something. If you had told me this morning that I would be laying on a bed with two poz loads up my ass tonight I would have punched you in the face. But yet here I was. "Am I gay?", I thought to myself. "Nah, this was fun, but I still love women", I tried to tell myself. "I'm gonna go back to Audrey and pretend none of this happened". But then I panicked about Adrian being POZ. My heart raced once again. How I had let this happen once, yet alone beg for it a second time? My thoughts were quickly interrupted, as I felt Adrian grab me by the hair and pull me to the side of the bed. "A faggot always cleans up when Daddy is done fucking them. Get my cock cleaned up". I looked up at Adrian's cock and saw his cock shaft was slick my ass juicies, and his short pubes had white froth in them from churning up the cum in my ass as he fucked me. Not knowing what to do I grabbed the comforter from the bed to wipe Adrian's cock, as he held my head firmly by the hair. Adrian slapped me in the face, causing me to see stars again. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? THE ONLY THING YOU USE TO CLEAN THAT COCK IS YOUR MOUTH!!", he bellowed out. Clearly the old Adrian was back. I gagged in my mouth, thinking about where that cock had been and what could be on it. Before I could think anymore Adrian pulled my hair into his crotch, and I had not choice but to start licking. I cleaned all of the cum and ass juices from his cock, licking around so much that my tongue started to get sore. When Adrian was satisfied with my work he let go of my hair and walked into the bathroom, while I just knelt on the bed, not knowing what to do. I heard Adrian taking a piss in the bathroom, it sounded like he had just turned a garden hose on. The toilet flushed and Adrian walked out. I looked at Adrian, waiting for my next instructions, hoping I would not be yelled at again. "Look at you obeident little white boy, waiting for Daddy to come back. Go cleaned up fag time for bed". I got off the bed and went into the bathroom. "Don't you dare push any of my babies out of your ass baby boy, we want those swimmers to knock you up tonight". I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My hair was messed up, my eyes were red and puffy, and there was dried cum on my chest. My neck was full of hickey's from where Adrian had sucked on my neck. "That's gonna be tought to explain", I thought to myself. I turned around and inspected my ass in the mirror. My ass was red and tender to the touch, and my hole looked swollen. I could see a little of Adrian's coming leaking from my hole. I washed my face under the sink and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped the cum and lube from my ass crack before going back to join Adrian. I came out of the bathroom and saw Adrian laying in the other bed than the one we had just fucked on. I went to the bed Adrian fucked me on, not wanting to share a bed with him. "No white boy, you sleep over here with Daddy tonight". "What the fuck", I thought to myself. This man had just bred my ass twice, sleeping in a bed with him wasn't going to make it any more gay than it already has been. I crawled into bed next to Adrian, and he rolled over and put his big arms around me, and I could feel his big soft cock nestled in my ass crack. I thought Adrian was trying to fuck me again, but before long I could hear him snoring in my ear. I laid there, not able to sleep, trying to gather my conflicted thoughts. "Did I really like this? Am I gay? Did I just get HIV" I thought again to myself.

I’m having writers block on the next part. I’ve already written so much poz fetish story content that I’m getting desensitized to it all. So I’m taking a break from it till I get the inspiration going again. Don’t know how long it’ll take but I’ll get to it at some point.

Chapter 1 Holden was trying unsuccessfully to tie his bow tie in the hotel room mirror as he prepared for his big day. His nerves were tying him in knots. He was getting ready to marry his girlfriend of two years. He should be overjoyed but the stress of the day was getting to him and to add to it his cousin and best man had still not shown up. Frustrated that he was unable to tie the bow tie he accepted defeat. He took a seat at the edge of the bed and held his head on his hands. Just then Alex flew through the door, with his tux in a garment bag flung over his shoulder. “Dude! Where’ve you been?”, Holden exclaims as he jumps up and hugs his cousin. “So happy to see you! The ceremony is in less than a two hours!” “Don't worry, buddy! I’ve got you!” Alex meets Holden in the embrace. “We have plenty of time. I just got a little side track”, He says with a little smirk. “Oh man, what’s his name?”, Holden asks. “As if I ever stick around long enough to get a name”, Alex laughs. Alex immediately starts to undress to change into the tux. His nicely defined chest is in full view. Below his belly button is a biohazard tattoo on full display. Holden knew his cousin had contracted HIV a couple years back and always admired him for his pride. “Why are you so stressed, man?”, Alex asks seeing the worried look oh his cousin’s face. “I don’t know, man, the wedding, I can’t tie this damn tie, you being late… on top of all that, Rachel has been holding out on me for the last few weeks so my balls are filled to the brim” As Holden explains and Alex continues to change his clothes, he pulls down his pants. Wearing no underwear he exposes his big, hairy uncut cock. this is not the first time Holden has seen his cousins dick. Both Holden and Alex would fool around with each other when they were younger, jerking each other off, but it’s been a couple years since his seen Alex naked and his dick looks even bigger than he remembered it, glistening in the light for his recent fuck. “Well, if you’re horny, I can definitely help you with that”, Alex states with a devilish grin. His veiny dick twitches as he makes the bold statement. “Shut the fuck up, I can’t do that! I’m getting married in a couple hours”, Holden exclaims trying to look Alex in the eye but keeps glancing down at Alex’s growing member. “Dude relax! You need to relieve some tension and you know I’m good at the”, Alex says with a smirk as he goes over to Holden and begins rubbing his shoulders. Holden exhales deeply. “You definitely were good at doing that”, he says with a smile. “Seee! Now just sit here on the bed and I’ll take care of you”, Alex says as he sits Holden down at the foot of the bed. Fully naked Alex begins to undo Holden’s belt and unzip his fly. Holden leans back and rest his elbow on the bed as he watches his cousin get to work. Alex pulls out Holden’s instantly hard cock and begins stroking. Holden fat dick immediately starts leaking precum and Alex squeezes it out of the fat head and uses it to lube his stokes. Holden lets out a deep moan. Pulling down Holden’s tuxedo pant, Alex continues to explore Holden’s body, massaging Holden’s massive balls and massaging his taint “Looks at those massive balls! Don’t worry stud you’ll still have plenty of baby juice for tonight” Alex says admiringly. “I remember back in the day you used to shoot 5-6 massive loads a day. Holden opens his eyes and shoots his cousin a dazed smile as licks his lips in enjoyment. As he does he notices Alex’s heavy dick is now sticking straight up. His huge man dick making him even hornier. Still stoking Holden’s cock, Alex repositions himself standing on the edge of the bed. “You wanna taste my cock, don’t you?”, Alex asks. Looking him in the eye, Holden nods with his tongue out and Alex guides the back of Holden’s head to his hairy dick. Holden senses are jolted as he takes his cousin’s huge cock. The musky smell of his cock and balls tell him the his cousin hasn’t showered in a couple days. The tangy taste is a mix of cum and ass juice from who knows how many hook ups. His throats expands as he tries to accommodate his cousins fat dick head as it flares deep Inside. “Oh fuck! That mouth is so good. Why haven’t we ever done this before?”, Alex moans. Holden briefly take the hairy dick out of his mouth and states, “I’ve always wanted to” and the continues slurping on his cousin’s cock. Encouraged my Holden’s enthusiasm he explores under Holden’s balls and probing his tight hole. Holden moans on Alex’s cock. “Now that you got my dick all lubed, are you ready to graduate to the next step?” Alex asks. As he does he sticks two fingers deep Inside Holden’s jock hole. “Fuck, you got me hard as a rock but you’re positive”, Holden states. “Don’t worry, I can wrap it up for you”, Alex says with a wink. Without waiting for a response he grabs a condom and some lube from his bag and props his cousin’s muscular legs on his shoulders, he slides the condom on, lubing it up after he’s done. Holden stokes his cock and lubes his hole as he waits in eager anticipation for his cousin’s dick. Alex lines his fat cock up with Holden’s hole and pushes in. Holden lets out a short scream as his hole is stretched to the limits. As Holden gets accustomed to the size, Alex continues to slide in until he’s balls deep. “You ready for me to fuck the cum out of you?”, Alex asks. Holden nods with the hunger in his eye. Alex begins fucking his hard and rough “Fuck! This hole is better than I imagined”, Alex states as Holden moans, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Alex grasps Holden’s dick and starts stroking it as he fuck him with long deeps strokes. As he stokes Holden and he watches his dick slide in and out of this hole he notices that the condom has broken and what remains is a wadded up ring of the base of the condom 3/4 of the way down his shaft. As he continues to fuck him in steady strokes he states, “Holden, the condom broke but your silky insides feel so good I can’t pull out”. “Fuck! please don’t pull out. I’m gonna bust soon. I need to shoot this load”, Holden responds as he grasps the shaft below and feels the broken condom. “You gonna bust with my big raw dick Inside you?”, Alex asks. “Yes sir!” Holden responds as Alex strokes his cock. “Seeing you shoot that load is gonna send me over the edge stud. My poz dick is already so close”, Alex taunts. “Oh fuck, sir!”, Holden responses “You want me to flood your hole with my poz seed?", Alex continues. “Oh fuck I’m so close”, Holden states. “Tell me you want it faggot! Tell me you want my dirty load!” Alex demands. “Please give me your poz load sir!” Holden says with desperation in his eyes. With that Alex pounds hard, deep and rough on Holden’s hole and with in seconds Holden’s whole body tenses up and begins shooting his load. “Fuuuccckkkk!” Holden screams as the load is pounded out of him. “Fuck yeah give me that load!” Alex states. Huge volleys of cum shoot all over Holden’s muscular chest. The sight of this begins to send Alex over the edge. Pounding harder and faster his balls tense up and his dick head flares as he anchors himself deep inside his cousin. “Take my poz load you stupid fucking faggot!”, Alex screams as he blast toxic cum deep inside Holden. Holden clamps his muscle hole around Alex's angry dick and pulls out the last drop of his dirty seed. For a few minutes he continues to massage his load into Holden's wretched hole with his massive dick. When Alex finally pull out his still hard cock he presents it to Holden to clean it off and with out a word Holden sucks it clean tasting the mix cum, blood and ass juice. After, both me are sweating profusely as they try to catch their breath after the hot fuck. The only thing Alex can think to say is, “ I bet that helped relive some of your tension” and both me begin laughing.

I made my way up the stairs and was met with a tall and somewhat scrawny man in his 50s. He was wearing only basketball shorts through which I could see the outline of his cock. “I knew you’d come slut” he said as he opened the door I just stared back unsure of how to respond. “Well get that fat ass in here cunt” he yelled pulling me inside. “Strip now” he commanded once the door was closed. I began taking off my clothes but he stopped me when I got to my thong. “Leave that on” he said as he began fondeling my cock. After a minute I was still totally soft and he look at me quizzically before saying “ you’re fucking high aren’t you you little druggie whore” I shook my head no mumbling that I’ve never done drugs “It doesn’t matter what you say I can tell when a boy is high, oh well I hope whatever your on works well with t or else you’re in for a bad time” “What’s t” I asked “Don’t worry it’s just gonna make sex ten times better” he said as he guided me to the couch where he sat down, pulling off his shorts, revealing his cock. It was like I was in a trance, the second i saw his cock I instantly gobbled it up. Push myself hard on it even as my gag reflex resisted. “Fuck you’re a horny slut” the man said as he pulled my plug out and began to finger my hole. After a minute I felt a burning sensation followed by a feeling of emptiness. “Please fuck me” I begged the man who’s name I didn’t even know. “Fine faggot” he said as he got up, shoving me onto the back of the couch. I felt his cock that was now wet with my saliva running between my cheeks. He lined his head up to my tight hole and began to slowly push himself in. I had never felt like this before, it felt like a strange pressure at first but soon it began to feel amazing as his cock pressed up against my prostate. He soon bottomed out before quickly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. As he did so my mind went blank while he jackhammered his cock into my hole slamming into my cum button. I felt the pleasure course through me. He soon started to slow down before leaning forward and asking me “where do you want my load boy” “Inside me daddy please fill me up I need your dirty cum” I had no idea where that came from before remembering that was what one of the bottoms in my dads videos asked for. “That’s a good whore I’ll get you nice and full” he moaned before thrusting in hard. I felt his cock twitch, but I had expected to feel his cum more than I did. As he pulled out he pushed the butt plug in before pointing to the door. “Out faggot” he said commandingly.as I tried to gather my clothes he shook his head saying “walk home in just the thong like the slut you are” I was scared walking down the road in just a thong but also kind of aroused. It was dark enough where I wasn’t in plain view but the few people I crossed on th sidewalk stared in what I thought was awe or horror.

Last Sunday I gave Drew an hour long blow job. I ate his ass, sucked on his balls and took his shaft balls deep down my throat. He fukkin loved it and at the end he shot a torrent of sperm down my throat. I swallowed it all. Then came the surprise. I produced a new heavy stainless steel cock cage. I put it over his now soft shaft and closed the cock ring tightly around his balls. This is his third day wearing it and I’ve kept him permanently horny. I’ve been eating his ass and licking his nuts every day. I haven’t fucked him since last Saturday which is a record. I’m permanently hard and it’s hot watching Drew’s cock twitching and straining against the cage. He’s got one more day to go being locked up. Tomorrow night my buddies Steve and Hamish and Drew’s buddies Dwayne and Ryan are coming over. We’ve all been holding our loads so we’re ready to bust. I will lube his ass before they arrive and make him wear his open mouth gag. The 5 of us are gunna force our cocks down his throat and rough fuck his ass. He’ll be kept locked up until we’ve shot 2 loads each up his hole, 10 loads in all. He’s looking forward to it. I’ll let you know how it went down.

Part 20 Somehow I woke up before Colt did. I was still being held tightly in his arms, his face buried deep in my neck. I relished this calm before the storm. I had to piss, not bad, I could hold it. I didn't dare piss without his permission. He told me that already. The clock said 10:00 and I debated about waking Colt. But I decided to leave him be after such a long drive. I cherished the feeling of his naked skin against mine and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. I reached back and grabbed his soft penis, and just held it. The motel was alive around us as the college kids were coming to life after partying again all night. I honed in on the loud, masculine ones and started to get hard in the cage. And it was really starting to hurt. My dick was sore from the spikes. But I knew my suffering was what Colt wanted. And pleasing him made me happy. My pussy started to ache as I thought about all the hot guys right outside my door. And their cocks. And wanting their cocks breeding my pussy. I was lusting for cock like a whore, and I knew that would make Colt happy too. It was 10:45 before Colt finally woke up. "This is how I should wake up every morning." He whispered in my ear, his big arms squeezing me tighter. "Naked, with my whore, and his hand on my cock. Because my bitch can never get enough of daddy's cock." I moaned instinctively as I ground my ass against him. "But I gotta piss bitch. And I need a toilet. So get that toilet mouth on my cock!" He grabbed my hair and shoved my open mouth on his dick. I clamped it shut and he let loose with a torrent of hot, rank piss. I gulped it down as Colt rubbed my head and made little grunting sounds. When I had swallowed every drop, Colt gave me permission to relieve myself. Of course, I had to crawl to the bathroom and back on my hands and knees. "I'm hungry bitch." He declared. "Find us some breakfast." I grabbed my phone and quickly found a place to get breakfast to go about three blocks away. I ordered us food and Colt tossed me some items; flip-flops, a white tank, and those black shorts. "If it were my choice, I'd send you to get it naked, like the fag whore you are." He laughed as I put the meager clothes on my body. When I was ready to go, Colt looked me over. "Hmmm, needs something more." He grabbed his bowie knife and proceeded to turn my tank into a crop top, with it resting just below my nipples. He then took a sharpie and wrote COCKSUCKING FAG in big, bold letters on the front. He also wrote something on the back that I would later learn was FUCKHOLE with an arrow pointing to my ass. "It pays to advertise!" He explained. "Hurry back!" He laughed as he shoved me out into the hallway, locking the door behind me. I stood there for a moment, trembling, before I mustered up the courage to continue. As I walked through the motel, I ignored the taunts and jeers I heard. The "faggots", the "queers", and the other sordid comments. At first I was humiliated and blushed a deep red. But then I said fuck it. I was proud to be a faggot. Most importantly, to be Colt's faggot. I held my head up high and walked proudly, my dick trying to get hard in its cage as I was humiliated. I walked to the restaurant and continued to get laughs and stares from everyone that passed me. I didn't even realize that a man was following me. I got to the restaurant, got the food and coffee and was returning to the motel when I heard someone yell "Hey faggot" in a thick spanish accent as I passed an alley. I don't know why I paused. I should have kept walking. But I did. I looked and saw a Mexican dude. Well, he could have been Cuban, this was Florida after all. I don't know. But he called me again. "I said hey faggot." I got nervous and started to keep walking when two other men appeared out of nowhere in front of me. "Someone is talking to you, punta." The second man said. "It's rude to ignore people." "I'm sorry." I stammered. "I'm just trying to take breakfast to my friend." I tried to move around the men, but they blocked me. "Look punta." The third man said. "You're being rude to my friend. I think you need to apologize to him." Now I was scared. I didn't know if these guys were going to rob me or what. "Please Sir." I begged. "I just want to get back to my motel." "Not until you apologize to my friend." The man said as he grabbed my arm. He started dragging me into the alley and I got really scared now. This guy was my height, but not nearly as strong. Truthfully, I could have taken him, but with two other men there, I didn't want to incur a beat down. He dragged me further into the alley where his friend was. "Look, what do you want? I only have a couple dollars on me." I pleaded. "You think we want your money, punta?" The man in the alley asked. "We don't need your fucking money. Now you're not only rude, you're insulting us as well." "Then what do you want?" I asked, the fear evident in my voice. "What do we want? What do you think we want? You stupid faggot." Asked the alley man. "You walk down the street advertising your ass as a cumdump." "Like a fucking whore." Added the second man. "We just want a piece of your pussy." I relaxed a tiny bit as the alley man took my food and coffee and set them aside. I at least knew they weren't going to rob or beat me. At least I hoped not. Alley man pulled me behind a dumpster and started pulling my shorts off. "What the fuck?" He asked as he saw my cock cage. "Why you got that on?" He wanted to know. "My Master put it on me." I told him. Oh my God. Colt. What was he going to say when I got back to the room? I decided I couldn't think about that at the moment. "Your Master?" Alley man laughed. "Your Master shouldn't be letting his faggot bitch run around like this. He should know it's an open invitation." "Yea." Agreed the second man. "He really should keep better track of his property." They all laughed as they shoved me face first into the wall. "Stupid little puntas like yourself could get into a lot of trouble walking these streets!" I knew they were right and regretted my decision to even have left the room. Then again, it wasn't my decision, it was Colt's. But it was too late to worry about that as I heard the second man spit on his cock a couple times before he started to force it into me. I cried out as he pushed his decent sized cock into my teenage high school cunt. He covered my mouth with his hand and growled into my ear. "You better keep quiet or we'll hurt you for real, faggot." I gritted my teeth and stifled my cries as he raped me behind the dirty dumpster. Mercifully, he didn't take long to cum, and soon the alley man was pushing his slightly larger dick into my wet hole. Neither man talked much as they fucked, they just did the deed. Oddly, this total disregard of me made my cock push against its confines. Or, maybe not so oddly as I accepted the fact that I really was just a cumdump, getting raped behind the dumpster. When the alley man finished pumping his load into me, he picked up my shorts and wiped his dirty cock off on it as the third man entered my now loose and dripping hole. The first guy had already done so. I found myself being bummed that they didn't let me clean their cocks with my mouth, like a good slave should. Fuck, Colt had really twisted my brain around. I was actually wanting to please total strangers who were raping me. After the third guy came in me, he shoved me to the ground. I just laid there looking up at my rapists as he wiped his cock slime off onto my shorts, joining the others mess. All three men spit on me, then just walked away laughing as if nothing had happened. I slid the shorts back on, grabbed the food and coffee, and hightailed it back to the motel. I could feel the cum trickling down my thighs. This did not go unnoticed by the other motel guests who saw me, and the demeaning, humiliating taunts increased. So did the straining of my locked up cock. When I got to our door, it was still locked. I jiggled the handle, but nothing. I pressed my face against the door and pleaded softly while knocking, trying desperately not to attract more attention to me. "Colt, let me in. It's me. I'm back with breakfast." Silence. "Please Colt," I begged a little louder. "Please let me in!" The door opened as far as the chain lock would allow it. I could see Colt glaring out at me. "What the fuck did you call me?" He growled. Oh shit! I had fucked up big time! And I knew it! "Sir!" I corrected myself. "I'm sorry Sir. Please let me in." The door just slammed shut and I felt a panic wash over me. How pissed was he? I could feel tears in my eyes as I was frustrated at myself for being so stupid and using his name. People were passing me in the hallway and laughing and the pathetic fag, dressed like a whore, cum running down its thigh. "Please." I tried again as the tears ran down my cheeks. "Please Sir." The door opened slightly. A paper and a pair of nipple clamps were shoved through before slamming back shut. I picked it up and read it. "If you want back in, do as instructed. Kneel opposite the door. Put on the clamps. Lock your hands behind your head, elbows out. Display yourself like the slave you are. Then say, "Master. Please let your pathetic faggot slave back inside. It's sorry it disobeyed you." You will say this loudly. You will count to twenty, then repeat the words. You will do this ten times." That was it. No further instructions. I knew Colt wasn't fucking around. I did exactly as I was told and got into position. I hissed as the alligator clamps sharp teeth bit into my tits. Then I took a deep breath, and loudly said, "Master. Please let your pathetic faggot slave back inside. It's sorry it disobeyed you!" People immediately took notice of me. Some immediately stopped in the hall to see what was going on. I flushed a deep red as I counted to twenty, then repeated the words. More people started to gather around as they laughed and pointed. I fought back tears and tried to hold my head high for my Master, as I just knew he was watching through the peephole. I couldn't help but notice there were a lot more guys than girls that were stopping to watch. When I said it the third time, my audience was getting bolder with their taunting. Guys were making all kinds of jokes and a couple tugged on my clamps. But it didn't deter me. I looked right into the peephole and said it a fourth time. Almost proudly. More guys joined the growing crowd, and the taunting continued. They were daring each other to do things to the stupid fag in the hallway. One guy stuck his ass in my face and farted, causing an outpouring of laughter from the crowd. After I said it the fifth time, one guy grabbed my hair and forced my face into his crotch as he rubbed it around. More laughter ensued. After the sixth time, a guy pulled his shorts down in the front and stuck his soft cock in my mouth as his friends cheered him on. Without a second thought I started sucking as my instincts took over. My cock hurt so bad in its cage it was almost unreal. I spit the dudes cock out long enough to say my required words for the seventh time before my open mouth was searching for that cock again. He was now half hard as he shoved it back in. "Fuck yea. Use that fag. Fuck his mouth." I could hear various guys shout from the crowd as the guy actually started fucking my face. It's amazing what straight guys will do when their friends egg them on. The guy grabbed my hair and started to vigorously pound my face. My mouth was full of cock when I needed to say the words an eighth time. I did the best I could as I mumbled around the dick. Thank God it wasn't huge. More laughter and taunts were rained down on me as the guy fucked my face faster. The nineth time I could barely squeak out the words, but I knew as long as Colt knew I was trying, he would be pleased. After the tenth time, the guy fucking my face let out a groan as he unloaded his sweet, sweet college bro cum into my mouth. He buried himself in my throat and held me tight against his crotch as he shook in extasy and the crowd cheered more. Straight guys are weird. But I guess that's what this whole trip is about. As I gently coaxed the last drops of cum out of college boy, the door finally opened and there stood Colt, in all his glory, wearing just his boxer briefs, which outlined perfectly his hard cock. He picked up our food and ordered me to crawl inside. As I did, he looked at the crowd and announced I'd be available all evening after 7pm. Then he shut the door as the crowd dispersed, talking amongst themselves about what they had just witnessed. "Well that turned out better than expected." He said as he sat on the bed. I remained on my hands and knees as I hadn't been given permission for anything else. "Now, what the fuck took you so long, faggot? Fucking food and coffee are cold!" He griped. I knew they would have been cold regardless. He was just looking for excuses. "I'm sorry Sir. I, uh, I was raped." I told him hesitantly. He stopped picking through the eggs. "What was that again, slave?" He asked, lifting up my chin, looking into my eyes. "I was raped, Sir." I repeated. "Three men took me into the alley and raped me." Colt actually had real concern in voice when he asked me, "Did they hurt you?" "No Sir. They didn't hurt me, they just fucked me." "And they all came in you?" "Yes Sir. They did." "Show me. Let me see your hole!" He ordered me. I turned around, pulled off my shorts and showed him. He saw the cum streaks down my thighs for the first time. He stuck a couple fingers into me. "Mmmmmm. That's nice. An already wet hole. I guess the advertising is paying off." He continued as he moved closer behind me. I could feel the head of his big cock pressing against my hole. It popped in easily, sliding its full depth into me. "Tell me about it, fag. Tell me everything." I told him the story as he fucked my hole deep and hard. I gave him every dirty detail. "Did you like it?" He wanted to know. "Did you like those men taking you against your will? Forcing themselves on you? Taking away your rights as a man?" "Yes Sir." I groaned as I relived it in my head. "Why slave. Tell me why you liked it." "Because," I began, as always, lost in Colt's powerful spell, "Because I knew you would like it." Colt just let out a menacing laugh. "I knew you would be pleased that your advertising me like a whore worked. I knew you'd be happy knowing I was in my place serving as a cumdump. That you would love knowing I was taking strangers loads in my pussy. Strangers even to you." "Oh that's right little whore." He groaned as he grabbed my hips and pounded me. "You fucking sick, disgusting little faggot cumdump. That's all you are. A fucking hole for men to use. Whenever, wherever, however they want." He grabbed my shorts and covered my mouth and nose. "Smell that faggot! Smell the cum of the men who raped you. Breath it deep whore! Relish that smell! YOU'RE JUST A PIECE OF FUCKING RAPE MEAT, YOU FILTHY, FAGGOT PIECE OF TRASH!" He shouted as he buried himself in me, adding his big load to whatever was still in me from the rapists. He collapsed on my back, causing me to collapse on the floor. We layed there for a bit. Me, still breathing in the smell of the men who raped me as the love of my lifes full body weight practicallycrushed me. He eventually pulled out and said, "Now, let's really get this day going!"

My mom and I lived in the house I grew up in after my parents divorced. The original thought was after I graduated high school I would go off to college, but sometimes life happens and plans get delayed or changed all together. After high school I decided to take a year off of my education and do some local work project to build up some cash reserves. Thinking back now, I am so glad I did. The summer after high school our neighbors, an elderly couple, decided to downsize and sell their home. I recall seeing a moving truck there one day, but was too busy to see the new home owners. A few days later I was doing some yard work outside, mind you it was summer and pretty warm, so I was already sweating and thirsty. I didn't hear anyone approach, but soon I heard someone asking, "excuse me". I looked up to find this very attractive man, probably late fifties, standing beside me with a cold beverage in his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Jake, I just moved in next door and wanted to come introduce myself. I saw you outside working hard and I thought you might need a cold drink". Jake extended the drink out to me. "Thank you" is all I could say as I accepted the cold cup full of iced tea. Jake stuck out his hand, "and you are?". I took the cup away quickly, "sorry. Tim, great to meet you". I grabbed Jake's hand. Jake held my hand a little longer than necessary and I quickly got a sense of his strength and the length of his hand. "Good to meet you Tim. It seems you take great care of your yard, that is admirable", Jake said. I chucked, "I try, but this is my mom's place and when I finally leave home for college she might have to actually hire someone to do what I do for free." "How long until you are off to college?" Jake asked. "Not until next summer. I decided to take a year off and work". "Smart thinking" Jake said. "If you need some more work to do, please let me know. I don't really have time to maintain the yard, house, and pool." "I would love to help out, thank you for asking" I said. Jake said he would pay me, which I tried to talk him out of, but he wasn't having any part of it. "You can of course use the pool whenever you want, added perk", Jake said. "Oh man, you have a deal then" I handed the cup back to Jake and thanked him. "Why don't you come over tomorrow and I can show you around. You can swim if you want to and then maybe get started the day after? How does that sound?" Jake asked "I will see you tomorrow then, and thank you again Jake, looking forward to it. I said as we waved and Jake walked back to his house. The next day, in the late morning, I strolled over to Jake's. I decided to wear my swimsuit to let Jake know I was still interested in swimming. Just my swimsuit and a tshirt. I knocked and waited just a minute. Jake answered the door, swinging it open, "Hi Tim, great to see you". Jake was wearing a tight tank top, and very loose gym shorts. "Please come in" he said while waving me inside. Jake's house was very well decorated, with a lot of plants and sunshine, and very clean I noticed. I liked that and took note to keep it that way if I was ever around by myself. "You have a beautiful home Jake, thank you for inviting me over". I said. "No worries, hopefully you will be here a lot more helping me out, so please get comfortable and make yourself at home. I just finished up some work and was going to head out to check on the pool. wanna join me?". "that would be great". Jake led me through the kitchen to a patio door leading out back and the pool area. It was gorgeous, a bunch of plant life along with a nice medium sized pool. There were lounge chairs all around, great for sunning, I was jealous. I know how I would like to spend my days, here sunning. "There is another door to the patio", Jake pointed, "that leads to my bedroom", he paused for effect. "let me show you the pool equipment and then you can swim all you want. I am going to lay out and get some sun if you don't mind". "no of course not, it is your pool." I laughed. "besides a swim and sun sounds great, perfect weather". "The equipment is over this way." Around a corner, hidden behind a walled in area was the pump, filter, chemicals, and equipment. A very easy setup and system it seemed. "Easy enough. I can come by every other day, if that is ok with you". "sure, that works great. now for that swim. There are towels in that cabinet there and I will be right back", Jake said and walked towards his bedroom door. I got a towel, dropped it on one of the lounge chairs, and took off my shirt. I slowly got in and did a few laps as the water was very refreshing from the warm summer day. I didn't notice that Jake had returned, but when I looked up he was adjusting the lounger next to where I had dropped by shirt and towel. Jake was wearing bikini swim trunks now, which didn't leave much to the imagination. Jake finished adjusting his chair and turned to face the pool. I immediately noticed the outline of his cock, he seemed to be semi hard or very big while soft. My eyes were stuck on the front of his shorts, and I am sure Jake noticed. "how is the water Tim?" I quickly looked up at Jake, "water is great, thank you." Jake sat down on his lounger and started to get comfortable. "Tim, if you need anything please let me know, drinks or anything. I am going to get close my eyes for a bit". He started to spray on some sunscreen, "I fucking hate tan lines so try hard not to get them. I prefer an all over tan to avoid them". I think I knew what Jake meant, he liked to tan completely naked. I got out of the pool and quickly looked around, the backyard and pool were not visible by any of the neighbors, as the walls were a little higher than normal and all of the vegetation. "Do you ever tan naked Jake?" I asked quietly, not sure who could hear. Jake replied, "I love laying out naked, that is what I do when alone or company that thinks the same way. Tan lines are sexy in some situations, but not for me." I hesitated to ask what he meant by "in some situations", but I didn't. Instead I assured Jake that he should do whatever he normally would, about laying out naked. "Are you sure Tim?", Jake asked. "Sure, I don't mind at all" I replied. Jake responded "great" and stood to slowly remove his bikini swim suit. I did nothing but stare, how could I not? When Jake pulled the front down over this cock, I could then see that he was definitely soft at first, because now he seemed to be growing, and growing quick. Jake's cock was beautiful; uncut, veiny, and big balls. Jake stood up right fully now, with his dick swinging a little. "Thank you Tim, that feels much better." Jake sat back down on his chair, leaned back with his eyes closed and adjusted his cock in front of me. "Tim, if you want to lay out naked, it is alright with me", Jake said without looking at me. I started to get out of the pool and head for my lounge chair, quickly so Jake couldn't see that I was aroused. I quickly got my shorts off and laid on my stomach. "I love the heat on my body", Jake said. He looked over at me and said, "Tim you might get burnt on your ass, would you like some sunscreen?" "Yes, thank you. I hadn't thought about that". Jake sat up on his chair and took a tube of sunscreen, squirted some into the palm of his hand, then started rubbing it around my ass, from my lower back down along my inner thighs. He seemed to pay a lot of attention to patting my ass cheeks then sliding his hand through my crack, which was now aching. "I think I have most of it, but maybe just a little more to be sure", Jake said. "ok" is all I could get out. After another squirt into Jake's hand, I felt him applying the lotion again. Now I felt both of his hands on my ass, kneeding my ass cheeks and rubbing in the lotion. I felt him use both of his hands and pull my ass apart then releasing my cheeks. Jake said quietly, "fucking nice. you are definitely taken care of now". He patted my ass and adjusted to lay back down. As I turned to thank Jake I could see his cock was very hard now, his foreskin pulled back tight over the head of what looked like a wet tip. I stared at his big cock but murmured, "thank you". "Anytime, as you noticed, I enjoyed it tremendously". Jake said "um, I can see that". Jake propped himself up on an elbow and asked, "does it bother you that I got excited?" Finally I took my eyes off of his cock and looked at him in the face. "Absolutely not, the opposite really". Maybe that was too much information. Jake just smiled at me for a while and laid back down, "good" is all he said. He didn't soften at all, but rather seemed to get even bigger....or thicker. After a few minutes of silence I started to settle down, I could feel my cock shrink. Jake started chatting again, never opening his eyes, just relaxing while probing me, figuratively. "Tim, I am guessing you know I am gay" I laid my head down, so it faced him. I couldn't seem to stop staring at his cock. "Yes, I kind of figured". Jake continued, "By your reaction to my...situation and the way you reacted to me applying lotion to your ass, I am thinking you might also enjoy those same things. Am I right? Have you experienced things with men?" I had been staring at Jake's cock so had noticed he had turned his head toward me after he asked that question. As I processed my answer I glanced up and noticed him staring at me. "Jake, I don't know how much I should share, but you are somewhat close to right. I have only sucked someone before, but fantasized a LOT". I was rock hard again answering that, thinking back to all of my fantasies that involved me being fucked. "Do you mind if I ask what your favorite fantasy is?" Jake asked. I thought for a moment and decided to turn over, at this point I didn't care if Jake knew I was aroused. As I settled in on my back I started to relive my fantasy. "It isn't anything super sexy or special really, but since I knew I wanted to be with a man I have wanted a man to be inside of me, deep. I have had a toy in me and masturbated often like that, but never gotten to enjoy that for real". I realized I was breathing hard. I wanted so bad to wrap my hand around my cock and masturbate furiously. I kept my eyes closed and asked, "I hope I am not sharing too much". I heard Jake move on his chair next to me so I looked over at him. He was now on his side, cock straining, "absolutely not! I am very intrigued and interested in what you think about and fantasize about." I looked at Jake and asked, "can I ask you some questions about what you like?" "oh yes, please do" Jake answered. Thinking about the pictures and online porn I have seen I asked, "do you like to fuck or be fucked?" Jake didn't hesitate at all, "I like to be the one fucking for sure". I quickly asked, "why?". Jake took off his glasses and started to look past me, as though he was flashing through memories. As he started to answer I saw his hand slide down and hold his big balls in his hand. "For me Tim, I guess is the feeling of a man's ass on my cock, there is nothing like it. I love the slow penetration, watching him enjoy my cock as I slide into him slowly. I enjoy that naked contact of skin on skin, my cock all the way in him, and his pleasure finally taking over him. Simply amazing". Jake was slowly sliding his foreskin over the tip of his cock, back and forth, long slow strokes. His cock was just so nice, big and meaty. "Jake, do all men enjoy you that way? You seem to be pretty big". Jake let go of his gorgeous cock and laughed. "I think there is a compliment in there somewhere, but yes, they all do. It is the way that I fuck I guess. I don't believe in pushing in hard or forcing my dick into someone, no I would rather go in slowly and let him get used to me. Does that make sense Tim?". "Yes it does Jake, very much". I closed my eyes again and muttered, "just as I imagine it". "whew", Jake let out. "I have to go cool off, if you know what I mean and not just because of the heat". I opened my eyes to see Jake stand between our chairs. that big cock just bounced in mid air. Now that his cock was closer, it was truly amazing. Thick, long, and now I could see leaking wet. Jake turned to pick up a towel and bet over in front of me, his balls were huge and low, which I find very sexy. He turned back to me and said, "I hope to continue our conversation in a minute, just need to cool off". While he said cool off, he grabbed his cock again, right in front of me. He turned and I watched him head for the pool. He dropped his towel near the side and jumped in. I laid my head back down and tried to calm down as well. I laid there thinking about Jake's cock and really how his hands felt massaging my ass cheeks, it felt so good and wanted more. No way I could tell him that, of course, way too forward for me, but I could certainly think it. "uh um", Jake cleared his throat. I hadn't heard him get out of the pool, but he was standing next to me, already dried off. "I see you didn't cool off much in that time", he said as he saw I was still very hard from the thoughts and our conversation. I looked up at him, he was now only semi hard, but still...a thing of beauty. "Sorry, carried away in my thoughts", I said. Jake sat down again, facing me. "Continuing our conversation, what were those thoughts you just had, if you are ok to share?". I wasn't quite sure how to share those thoughts, because it is like a rabbit hole to me, but I shared this. "When you were putting lotion on my butt, the way your hands moved, where you touched me at, I loved that and was replaying it in my mind, over and over". "Tim, you have a great ass, I hope you didn't mind me exploring a little". I could see Jake's cock twitch when he said that. "No, I actually loved it". I was now breathing hard. "Well, in that case, I would love to apply more lotion or even better, give you a nice rub down. If you want". Jake said I really didn't know how to response, all I could come up with was "yes please". Jake said, "great!" and stood up. Now I could tell his cock was getting harder. Jake held out his hand for me to help me up. I took his hand and got up from the chair. Jake then turned and led me towards the patio door entry to his bedroom. When I walked through the door the bedroom was dark and it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. Jake's bedroom seems normal enough, not sure if I was expecting some gay dungeon, but it was just a normal room. A big bed, night stands, dressers, TV, etc. Jake turned to me, getting closer until I felt the wet tip of his big cock brush against my thigh. "Let me get a towel for you and then you can lay on the bed". He said. Jake turned, leaving a small wet spot on me where his dick touched me, to get a towel from the bathroom. Jake returned with a towel and what seemed like a larger bottle of oil or lotion, I couldn't tell. He laid the towel out and asked me to please lay down on my stomach. I crawled onto the big bed and laid down as instructed. I then felt Jake get on the bed behind me. I felt him move up so he was straddling my lower legs. I felt some oil being dripped onto my lower back, down over my ass cheeks, and on my upper legs. "Let me know if anything is uncomfortable for you Tim", Jake said softly. I just moaned. Jake's hands started on my lower back, above my butt. He was soft at first, while moving his hands down over my butt cheeks to my upper thighs, using as much of the oil as possible. It felt great and I told him so, "that feels very nice". Soon Jake's hand were at my lower back again but this time applying more pressure and slowly moving them down ass, kneading my ass cheeks with the oil. I was lost in pleasure when Jake softly said, "you have such a beautiful ass Tim". "thank you" is all I could get out. Jake's fingers continued to caress my ass and then lingering in between them, over my ass hole, rubbing the outside of my hole and then moving on again, either to my lower back or down over my balls. I had never experienced that, but it felt so damn good!!! Jake did this a couple more times and then I felt him get up a little and lean in toward my ear. As he did this his hands were on either side of me, I noticed because at the same time I felt something else, hot and hard, laying on my ass crack. 'HIS big cock'. "It seems as though you really enjoyed that last bit Tim. I hope you it all. I am going to work your upper back a little now". I just moaned softly. Jake leaned back but his big cock staying in my ass crack. I felt some oil being poured on my shoulders, and ten some drops dripping on my ass crack, must be falling on his big dick too. As Jack started in on my shoulders his cock slid up and down my crack, his thickness spreading my cheeks apart. I started to feel things I had never felt before and only wanted more. I am was not sure why, but I started pushing back slightly on his cock, not really sure if he was noticing. When I was sure he didn't notice me push back on his cock, one hand left my shoulders and held my ass cheek, pulled it apart to let his cock head actually touch my hole. electricity surged through me. Then I felt a small pat on my ass and his hand returned to my shoulder. "I like that boy. It seems like your ass is aching". "mmmmmmmm. yes sir, it is aching". I managed to get out. Jake's hands started moving down my body again, over my back muscles to right above my ass cheeks. I could feel his cock between my cheeks, still hard and I was still pushing back on him slightly and I knew he was enjoying that. Soon Jake's hands were kneading each of my cheeks, his thumb would move under his big cock and brush my hole, first one once in a while then with every passing of his hand. Before long his thumb would get stuck on my ass hole, each time it would get stuck it would poke in a little or pull my hole open. I was feeling very very exposed to him and I really enjoyed it. "Fuck Tim, your ass looks so good and is so eager for something in it. Damn you really have me going." Jake said..panting hard. "Tim, I do have to apologize, I have made a bit of a mess....this whole time I have been leaking precum all over your ass." Jake reached over and took my hand, guiding it behind me to feel his precum all over my ass and crack. I was amazing I hadn't felt all of it already. I was very wet back there. He then guided my hand to his swollen, and very wet, cock. "ummmm...I told you, I am leaking like crazy." Jake said. "That's it, hold my big cock in your hand, milk some more out of me". I was definitely milking Jake's big cock. I had never felt one that big and only fantasized about it to this extreme. I wanted something inside of me, needed something inside of me, needed Jake's cock inside of me, BAD! I held Jake's cock in my hand and turned to ask him 'the' question. "Jake, will you fuck me?". Jake leaned down close to my face and said, "yes Tim, I would love to". Jake then kissed me fully, his tongue in my mouth, not sure I would have liked that, but I found it so sexy and sensual. I wanted more. Jake raised up and I started to spread my ass cheeks for him, but instead of his big cock, I felt his thumb slowly enter me. "Tim, I think I should fuck you with you on your back to start with." I looked at him with a puzzled look, I didn't understand. Jake continued, "Since it is your first time, and my cock is a little big, I can take my time and see the reaction on your face and now how fast to go. Plus the angle of my cock entering you will be easier this way. I know you want a cock in you from behind, and trust me I want to fuck you from behind, but let's start with this position." I felt Jake pull his thumb out of my ass, I felt so empty and wanting more. "Turn over Tim", Jake said while helping me turn over so I was on my back. Jake's fingers went right back to my ass, playing with me and then stroking his amazingly hard cock that was bouncing right in front of me. "Tim, I am going to lube you up to help me sliding into you". Jake grabbed a bottle of lube from nightstand drawer. I felt him drizzle some on my hole and then watched him lube up that big cock. It was so impressive to see. My own cock was twitching just watching him. Jake then took my legs and put them over his shoulders. while holding his cock with one hand, Jake asked, "are you ready Tim?". I nodded my reply, it was all I could do. Jake rubbed his wet cock head around my hole. "Tim, I want in your ass so fucking back, I am leaking everywhere. I hope that is ok". "Yes Jake, I love that feeling". "Tim, I want in you so bad, but I also need you to know something". "ok" "Tim I am hiv positive. Do you know what that means?", Jake asked. I felt the pressure of his cock at my ass now, slightly pushing. "Yes", I said letting the conversation drop. "Tim, I am on medication, and truly undetectable, but I wanted you to know before I push into you. I have been leaking in your hole for a few minutes now, but at this point it is your decision.". Jake stopped pushing. He looked into my eyes and I knew I wanted him in me so fucking bad. "Jake, please fuck me". Jake smiled and started to push in again. "Tim, you should push out a little, like you are taking a shit, but don't push that hard. It will help you accepting my cock.". I started pushing out a little, and at the same time Jake started pushing in. I felt a lot of resistance by my ass, not wanting that big thing in me, but our will power overwhelmed us both. In an instant it was like a 'pop' and I felt his cock head expand my ass open wider than I had ever felt before. It was painful, but at the same I just wanted more! Jake paused, "thank you baby, fuck that feels so good. I am going to start pushing some more". Now Jake had his hands on my hips and alternated looking into my eyes and looking down to see his cock disappear. "Good boy Tim, you have taken half of my cock already. here comes the rest". Taking the rest of Jake's big cock was more of the stretching and dull pain that there at been, but I could tell the pleasure was also increasing. I looked down at Jake's waist, which was so sexy but it is now I noticed my cock was only semi hard, but oozing a continual stream of precum. I had never done that before! I knew right then I needed more, much more! Finally Jake's hips were touching the back of my legs. "There baby boy, I am all the way in you, fuck it feels good". Jake said. Jake took one leg in each hand and started to slowly slide in and out of my ass. Jake's face and an intense look of passion and lust. "Your ass is so tight Tim, you are milking my cock" Jake said while watching his cock slide in and out of me! Jake pulled his cock all the way out of me and I was left open and panting, wanting more. I felt so empty! Immediately he pushed all the way in me, up to his balls. I moaned out loud...no it was more of a very loud whimper. "yes baby, take my big cock", Jake said. "You love it don't you boy?" I moaned a loud, "YES"! I was in pure ecstasy . I had never felt anything like it, the true fucking of a true man. My eyes rolled back into my head I felt so full with Jake in me, full of that massive cock. I looked at Jake again, his eyes were open and staring at me as he slid in and out. Jake pushed all the way in me and bent down between my legs so his face was just above mine. He then kissed me deeply and I returned his intensity and wrapped my legs around his back. Jake broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes, "baby, I need to cum so bad. I will tell you and then pull out and shoot my cum on your stomach and cock". He paused, looking at me. It look me few seconds to think, and I asked him, "is that the best way for you to cum Jake?" "No boy, I would love to fuck you fast and deep and then cum deep in you, but only if you wanted that too." Jake said. Again, I paused and thought, then looked into Jake's eyes, "I want you to cum in me sir, please". Still looking into my eyes,Jake began to smile and I almost thought I felt his cock swell a little more. "That makes me so happy Tim, good boy." Jake rose to kneel again between my legs, taking each leg in a hand. His look was of pure desire now, and that turned me on even more. Jake removed his hand from one leg and wrapped it around my hard cock. "That's it boy, we are going to cum together". He started picked up the pace of his cock sliding in and out of me. Each thrust back in me I felt his cock head touch an area I didn't know existed and heard the slapping sounds from his waist hitting my ass. "fuck yes boy. you want my cum, don't you?". Jack said while breathing hard. "yes daddy, please! I want you to cum in me". The pressure of Jake's big cock sliding in and out of me, hitting every pleasure spot, and his hand on my hard cock was all I could take. "Jake I am cumming, I am cumming" and shot my load all over his hand as he jerked my cock up and down. "fuck Tim, I am cumming, take my load boy". Jake pushed in deep and I felt his cock grow and then felt the pressure of a stream of liquid in that deep place in my tummy. Jake was shooting his hot cum into me...four...five...I felt the streams in me. Jake was cumming so much. Jake stayed buried in me....hand still on my cock. I noticed Jake was shaking a little as every drop of man cum left his body. Slowly, he stopped shaking and then his eyes opened and a big smile crossed his face. "oh fuck Tim, I am still dripping in you! That was so fucking hot. Your ass feels so good on my cock. Did you enjoy it too baby?" Jake asked I smiled wider than I had in a long time. "yes daddy, it was better than anything I could imagine". Jake slowly pulled his softening cock from in me and collapsed on top of me, head on my shoulder. He was breathing harder than me and I just wrapped my arms around him. I whispered to him, "I would love that again sometime". Jake raised his head from my shoulder and looked at me. "Tim, anytime you want me inside of you please let me know. I loved fucking you. Honestly Tim, I want to breed you so much". I closed my eyes and smiled, and then I felt his cum load making its way through my insides. I smiled even wider.

This one's a bit more capital R... “No, my boyfrie–" Prey I was freaking out because we just arrived at the bar and I already lost my wallet. My boyfriend went in without me and I’m outside panicking looking for it. I was excited to wear my Spiderman costume to the bar, my butt looked amazing in it. The lack of pockets was my downfall though, especially where I had already had a few drinks. A seemingly nice man dressed as a roman soldier came to me and offered to help search. I was in such a panic I barely looked at him, I didn’t notice right away how much of a stud he was. He suggested I retrace my steps back home, and I agreed it was a good idea. While walking home looking, he walked behind me, I started to wonder if he was looking for my wallet, or just looking at my ass. I don’t normally show off, but after putting on a lycra costume I felt more bold, so I made a point to stick my butt out while I walked and teased him. I’m sure my boyfriend wouldn’t mind if I’m just teasing. We made it all the way back to our apartment complex and still no wallet in sight. The panic started setting back in and the man put his hand on my shoulder and reassured me, it’s probably inside. This is when I noticed him. His arms were huge, his pecs were like pillows, and face rugged and handsome. I got butterflies in my stomach and suddenly became shy. When he suggested we go inside to look for it there, I didn’t even think about why he was inviting himself into my apartment. I just wanted to not seem dumb in front of such a hot guy. I opened the door and he came inside without asking, before I could even say anything. “Where’s your bathroom?” I told him where to find the washroom as I checked the likely spots for my wallet. I was surprised when he came back from the washroom with my wallet. How did it end up there? I thanked him and he put his big arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close to say. “I think I know how you can pay me back for helping you” “What!? No, I have a boyfriend.” “Relax kid that’s not what I meant, I just thought you could offer me a drink is all.” “Of course” I said blushing, the vodka was out on the counter so I mixed him and myself a vodka cranberry. He took his drink but didn’t drink it. He started walking around the apartment. “This is a pretty crappy place, do you share this little apartment with your roommate?” “My Boyfriend, and yes he lives here too.” “You’re bed is so small, I guess your buddy must be a pretty small” “What? Yeah we’re both… omg” The man sat on my bed and spread his legs, I could see his huge cock hanging there and my mind went blank. A devious smile crossed his face as I stared. “Go on touch it, you deserve to feel a real cock.” “I.. I.. I don’t know…” but he reached over and grabbed my wrist and pulled it onto his shaft. I couldn’t think my palm closed around it by reflex. I could barely get my hand around it and it was growing in my hand, I could feel the blood pumping into it. I’ve never felt a dick this big, why was it slick? “My boyfriend” “He’s not here, it’s okay to be a bit bad, plus you’re not actually doing anything, just holding it.” He gave a thrust into my hand and a bit of precum dripped out and rubbed onto my wrist. My wrist, his cock was as fat as my wrist. “Keep that up though and I’m going to have to thank you.” He thrust again his dick was fully hard by this point and a big glob of pre smeared on my palm. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his dick, stood up and pushed my palm into my face. It smelled so strong. I don’t know why but I opened my mouth and tasted it. I’ve never tasted cum before, I thought it was gross. He reached behind me and pulled down the zipper on my costume. “my boyfriend” “Relax, I just want to see your twink back” He turned me around and ran his hands down my shoulders and arms, peeling down my costume as he went. He kept my wrists in the sleeves, restricting my movement and raised his hands back up tracing his hands along the sides of my back, grabbed me by my armpits and raised me a foot off the ground. The feeling of being lifted like this was scary and comforting. I felt I was losing control of the situation, but I also felt a thrill. I felt special that such a strong man was interested in me. “You’re so light, I could have a lot of fun with you.” “Can you put me down please?” I sounded a bit uncertain, because I did like the feeling of being lifted by this man. “I can, do whatever I want with you, that’s the point” That made me nervous, “Please put me down now” “I will if you say “Please Sir”” “Please Sir, Put my me down. My boyfri…” Before I could finish he had me flipped and pinned to the bed. He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one hand and used the other to rip my costume down and expose my bare ass. “I don’t want to hear about your wimpy boyfriend anymore.” I felt him press his hard cock into my buttcrack “you’re mine right now” “Please Sir, I don’t want this to go further, we’ve been saving ourselves.” “You’ve been saving yourself for me, you just didn’t know it until now.” he pulled his hips back and I thought for a moment he was going to let me go but I quickly realised he was lining up to push into my virgin hole. “You’re not even wearing a condom!” “That’s right I’m going feel your virgin cherry pop.” He pushed in, just the tip, but it hurt so much. "Lucky for you my dick is still lubed from the last guy." The last guy!? How many men has he been inside tonight? He pushed in further, sinking deep into my backside. I’m not a virgin anymore, I can’t give it to my boyfriend like we planned. I started to cry. “Don’t cry baby, this is what you’re for, and you’re so good at it.” by now he was thrusting into me, the pain had subsided, the whole experience was so confusing, because it started to feel good, like it did when he was lifting me. I felt humiliated, but also protected, and the feeling in my ass when he pumped in was like heaven. “You like that don’t you slut, I’m going cum inside your tight slutty hole.” “No, my boyfrie–” He thrust so fast and hard using his whole cock and started pounding me, the pain was back, but I also felt the pleasure” “I TOLD YOU DUMB SLUT I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT STUPID WIMP. Your boyfriend didn’t help you find your wallet and he’s not going to help you now, he’s just going to stand in the door and watch and touch his little prick while I flood you.” He was pounding me so hard now I couldn’t respond, I could barely see straight, did he say my boyfriend was watching? The hard pounding seemed to go on forever but I think it was just a few minutes. Felt myself cumming against the mattress, and I had started crying again, I could hear someone grunt across the room. Then I felt the man thrust deep in me and hold it there, his huge cock throbbed and throbbed. He was cumming so much inside me. I turned my head and saw my boyfriend trying to avoid eye contact with me, his hand on his spent little limp prick. The man, what’s his name? Stood up, grabbed his drink from the bedside table, chugged it and left, pushing my wimpy roommate aside as he left.

Its hard getting an angle where i dont look so skinny

The safest. As I already said on the first page of this post. Some years ago, when UEqualsU started to spread around the web, there was a social network campaign saying "fuck me, I'm poz" - it was a good campaign but brought a lot of conservatives to rise against it -without knowing what it was all about-... I'm so fucking proud to be U+ To be precise: not being proud about having HIV or taking pills for life. I'm proud because I am super-controlled for sexually-transmitted infections while we cannot be sure at all about many self-claimed "straight" "faithful" but who knows who they unzip their pants with. People who never test, and then say "I don't discriminate poz, but keep him away from my bed". Serophobia and serosorting SUCK.

sorry for the delay, been super busy with midterms hope y’all enjoy — A few hours later we had just had dinner and I had an intense craving for more cum. I tried to beat my dick so I could eat my own load, but my cock was totally soft and wouldn’t get hard. I then remembered the flesh light in the shower. The bathroom was empty and I went into the shower praying that my father had left a load in it. Getting on my knees I grab the flesh light and held it to my mouth. As I lifted it up the bitter taste of seman hit my tongue. I licked it up viciously trying to get every last drop. Once the flesh light was empty i grabbed the half finished bottle of water I had from dinner, as I drank it I reminded myself to ask dad if he could get new water since all the bottles in the closet had tasted strange. I half thought they were moldy because I always felt weird after drinking them. After finishing the water I was going to change into some pjs but as I opened the drawer the pink thong caught my eyes. I looked at it for a second before getting the sudden urge to put it on. As I slid the thin thong on I felt the string press between my cheeks. The front pouch just covered my flacid cock and balls. I walked to the mirror and began admiring how good my ass looked in the thong. Just then the door opens and my after walks in wearing only a pair of jeans. I can see not only the numerous tattoos covering his hairy body but also his massive nipples rings sticking out of his puffed up nipples. The only thing he had on his upper body was a thick industrial chain around his neck with a large lock on it. “Hey son I’m gonna be heading out to meet some friends. I'll be back in a few hours” he said as I stood mortified. “Oh looks like you found your step dads welcome gift you how’d you like it” he said as he walked up to me pressing his bare chest into me and grabbing my one of my ass Cheeks with his huge rough hand. “Um it’s alright I guess” I mumbled out in horror. “I’d say it’s more than alright on you son” he said with a smirk as he pushed on my buttplug. “I’ll see you in a few hours, don’t have too many guys over while I’m gone” he said with a chuckle. I just stood there for a while mind racing. My dad thought I was some kind of sissy that wears thongs and butt plugs. Hell I am a sissy wearing a thong and a buttplug, but strangely that didn’t bother me, in fact it turned me on. My dad had thought that I was dressing up to get fucked, my ass definitely looked good enough to be. I began mindless playing with the plug again. I couldn’t really be thinking of getting fucked, a few days ago I thought I was completely straight. But when I looked down and saw the stream of precum flowing through my flacid cock and thong I knew I needed to get fucked. I had heard that Grindr was the gay tinder and so I decided to at least check and see who was on there. I took some pictures of myself in the mirror and made my profile. As soon as my profile was set up messages came rolling in from tons of pictureless accounts. I ignored them and tried to find someone I thought was attractive. I soon settled on a large hairy man who claimed to be 6’5. I messaged him and while waiting for a response browsed through the messages I’d already received. Most were bland and basic, one word texts or people begging to suck my cock. One of the messages was different though, it said “I can tell you’re craving cock you stupid whore” Though in all honesty what drew me in more was the picture of a massive 6 in cock with it. “ I think I might be” I responded “Then come get some” and with that he sent his address. Without thinking I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt and walked out the house. He was only 5 blocks away so it was a short walk over. As I rung the doorbell I realized I had no clue what this guy looked like. But I put the worry out of my mind as I was buzzed in with a deep voice saying “Third floor 2nd door faggot”

Yes, the walk of shame, but he had a butt plug-in. No butt plug is better; as the cum will leak out then, everyone knows what you are

Was out of town last weekend in a town with lots of bookstores. Went to my favorite one. Flat fee with an area with glory hole boothes and another side with theaters and a couple private dark rooms. Load #1 Older daddy 60's average build with a dark tan complexion possibly hispanic with a whooper of 8in cut cock jerking off in the booth. I was able to get him to feed me the cock for a couple minutes. After I thorough sucking I backed my ass up to the hole and he proceeded to pound me for a good 10 mims hard thru the glory hole until I felt his load spasm in my ass for load 1. Lots of walking around and a couple sucks but no loads until. Load #2 Daddybear dressed in Starbucks uniform comes to the boothes. He was about late 40s white bear with white short bread short hair wearing a SB hat looking like he was amanager. We enter same booth and make out and proceeds to suck me for a couple mins. I manage to get him to his feet amd start sucking while also letting my shorts fall down so all that is left is my jockstrap. A couple minutes of sucking with him rubbing my ass, he spins me around and inserts his 6 inch thick cut cockand fucks my ass for a couple minutes before he breeds my hole. Load#3 Shortly after, I go to the theater and I see a huge chubby daddy bear watching a video. Dude looked like a twin of the late 90s wrestler Vader with a bald round face and big beefy belly and strong legs. He shorts were down and his shirt was off. I approached and started rubbing his big hairless belly, his cock was thick and grew to about 6.5 inches hard, I proceeded to get on my knees and suck that bears cock while also rubbing his beautiful belly and finally playing with his nipples. Nipples and the sucking must of sent him over the edge cause he roared out and blasted his load in my mouth. I swallowed half and spit and the rest into my hand and worked them into my ass. By this time the ABS was just about dead, so I decided to go to a Theatre down the street like two blocks. Load#4 When I walked in I immediately saw a huge white bald daddybear 50s with a white beard dressed with sweatpants, he was sitting down jerking off furiously a huge thick uncut cock about 7inch thick. We made eye contact and I instantly got on my knees and started sucking, I needed to sit on this beautiful cock, i then stood up quickly turned around and impaled myself on that beauty. About 5 or 6 pumps and he was giving me his load. Load#5 at the other end of the theatre watching the last guy was an 60s white older average build gotee daddy with jeans, belt buckle, and cowboy boots jerking off watching the show. His cock was cut average about 6.5-7inches I immediately went to town on his cock without putting my shorts back on from the last fuck. I sucked for a couple minutes before he stood up and bent me over the couch for a nice through railing before my ass was able to milk his load out. After that not much luck there or at the previous place so I counted my blessings for the day.

Just left from an intense anon fuck, got in to the open door, it was all dark, we agreed that I'll strip and get on my knees and put on a blindfold that was left for me. I waited about 5 min before I felt the presence of someone else, then realized it was at least 2 sets of hands touching me all over and feeling my prelubed hole (my partners morning cum of course). Then i was led to the bedroom, was put on my back, with my exposed hole and the one of them started rimming me and the other put a bottle of poppers for me to huff. then I realized there were 3 men in the room when I was ordered to suck 2 at a time when the guy that was rimming started playing with his cock head on my hole, slightly pushing in. that's when I started begging him to use me. so he shoved his entire cock all the way and I moaned in pleasure. he wasn't that long but thick and started pounding my hole nice and fast. when he came they switched positions and I tasted his cock with leftover cum and my ass juices while the other men pushed in my hole. this went on for a while and when they all finished dumping a load in me, still blindfolded I asked if they wanted to DP me. their answer was simple, "fuck yeah!" so I switched positions and sat on one cock while the second started pushing in and the third stood in front of me, allowing me to suck on his cock while feeding me poppers. i came like that and they all continued fucking me in doubles, alternating pairs till they all started cumming in me but continued fucking. When they finished I was plugged to keep the 8 loads they deposited in me. now I am ready and excited for me triple fuck later today!!! 🐷

Chapter 6 We're down in some kind of store room or cell. There's metal pipes all around us, the hum of a boiler close by. I don't know where this basement is, because the two policemen frogmarched me out of that hotel with a bag over my head, drove me here in what I guess was their police car, frogmarched me in, walking down stairs and going through sets of fire doors, down to the basement of what must be a police... station? Now it's just them and me. M has disappeared, most likely counting his loot. I don't know what's going on. I can't see what's happening in the room because my head's upside down, clamped in place by what seems to be some kind of huge vice. I can't turn my head. I try to lift my head, and find that I can't do that either, thanks to the cable tie that bites into my neck and chokes me. My jaws are wrenched wide open by some kind of spider gag, which is pinching my lips painfully at the corners. My body's tightly strapped down to some kind of bench, with wide straps of some kind. My wrists are cable-tied to a metal frame down by my side, my elbows strapped down, my shoulders. My legs are open wide, pushed up so my lower legs are pointing vertically upwards, and then cable-tied tightly to an upright post. If I try to move a muscle, the plastic digs into my skin and it hurts, and the pain still sends waves of pleasure through me. If I struggle, though, I'm going to have permanent marks on me. "I bet you think M's been treating you rough," says the older constable, pacing around me, inspecting my bondage. "But I don't think you're ready for the kind of things we like." I feel a sudden zap of pain, a sharp, buzzing pain, in my left thigh. Something electric. I scream and try and twist away, but I'm held fast down. All that happens is all the cable ties bite into my skin and it hurts even more. "Ah, poor diddums, didn't like that did you," he snarls in a mocking sing-song. "That was the lowest setting. Want to try a higher one?" I'm crying, pleading for him to stop. But no proper words come out through the gag. "Yeah, I think we should try a higher setting," I hear the voice of the other policeman. I can hear the older policeman walking around to my arse. Then I feel cold metal press against my inner thighs, slide up towards my hole. "Maybe I'll give him a little zap up his arse, see how he likes that," the older policeman says. The metal tip presses into my battered hole, and slides in half an inch. I'm trying with all my strength to jerk away from it, but it's no use, I can't move an inch, I'm firmly tied down, and I'm tied to a rigid wooden bench. There's no sling to swing out of the way. I'm still gurgling and pleading and crying, still thinking there's something I can do to make him stop. "Sing all you want," he says, "there's nobody to hear you, and nobody would give a shit anyway." Then there's a huge flash that seems to run all through me, that same buzz-saw pain but much stronger this time, coming from the metal cock at the core of my body. I scream like a child. All my muscles tense rigid, the cable ties cut into me even harder. Confusingly, this sets off another tidal wave of tingly pleasure through my body. The meth is still doing its business. "Mmmm. That screaming gets me rock hard," I hear the other policeman's voice coming closer. Then his fat slimy cock head is pushing its way through the opening in my spider gag, and almost immediately my nose gets pushed into his balls, and there's no air. I try to breathe around the cock head and that works for a couple of seconds, until his cock head pushes further into my throat. Now my air is really cut off. Now I'm not a stranger to breath control. But when I've done it with M, he's always been cautious, gentle, tentative, always done it with ceremony, checking that I'm ready, and never cutting off my air for more than ten seconds or so. To be honest I kind of wanted him to go harder, do it for longer. Careful what you wish for. This man apparently either doesn't care if I pass out, or he's too busy enjoying the feeling of my cock muscles milking his throat to even realise that I'm about to pass out. I'm full-on panicking, every muscle in my body struggling to get free, to move away, to get air. But he just keeps pushing deeper and deeper into my throat, all the way in, then halfway out, again and again, in a slow, almost lazy rhythm. I can hear his moans above me. Fuck. Yeah. I come to some time later, I'm not sure if it's been minutes or days. There's no way to know. I'm still tied down to the bench, my head is still fixed back. I'm being fucked, I can't tell by who. There's no pain, at least, just soreness from the cable ties. I hear a door creak, a new male voice saying "ah so this is where the party is". Another zipper coming down, another cock head pushing at the opening of the gag.

He pulls out, and I suddenly fully understand the feeling of emptiness. I so badly need his cock inside of me. I want to beg for it but then he orders me to turn around. I even get more excited when I lay on my back and see his beautiful blue eyes smile a smile that has so much viciousness in it, I can hardly believe he is the boy I have known half his life. He forcefully rams his cock inside and all I can feel is bliss. I smile at him gratefully upon which he smacks me in my face. Hard. And he resumes his rhythmical fucking. He spits in my face, one, two three times. I want to be your whore, Mark, I hear myself say. Another smack. Suddenly without saying a word he pulls out his cock and straddles me. I think he is going to come in my mouth, but a stillness takes over in him and then I realise he is going to piss in my mouth and he does. I immediately make it my task to make sure not a drop is spilled and I drink it, suck it out of his cock like an underfed baby grasping for milk. Thank you, I say after the stream finishes. He brings his face close to mine. Spits in it again and says, this time not even smiling: you are such a disgusting pig, Kyle. He means it. He turns around and puts his ass on my face again with the full weight of his body behind it while slowly rubbing it up and down. I lick it eat it devour it while at the same time struggling to breath. Every fucking second since this thing started I have been in heaven. I sense him being on his phone. After a few minutes he jumps off me and for the first time it seems like the ‘old’ Mark is back. Are you enjoying yourself? He asks Oh man, I… it’s… fuck…, is all I can answer. Good, he smiles, turn over. I do as I am told craving his cock in my ass, but I am not getting it. He walks into the bathroom and from there into the laundry room where I hear him moving shit. He is looking for something. Then he moves back into the bathroom and I hear him get something out of the white metal cabinet. He comes back into the bedroom. He sits on my back and when I want to look around he hits me in my face again. Remember you’re my bitch, and you do what you’re told. He says. He takes one of my ankles and pulls it to the side of the bed. I feel something surrounding it and realise it’s one of the green tie wraps from the laundry room which he connects to the metal frame of the bed. He does the same with the left leg. And I don’t know why but I get so fucking turned in by this. And then he starts fucking me again. Without even touching me, my legs spread pretty wide across the king size bed. I hear him panting, he must be close, but then the doorbell rings. He pulls out and walks away. And leaves me. Again. Very very empty. The fact that the high slowly starts to fade also makes me worried about someone else arriving. I hear him opening the door and he softly talks with someone while he walks into the living room. They whisper for a while. And I hear Mark laugh. He comes back into the bedroom. I see he has put in some boxers and a T-shirt. I wonder who the other guy is. He gets the Singapore airlines mask that’s next to my bed and puts that over my eyes. Don’t fucking touch it, he says and goes back to the living room. I hear them mumbling again, hear them doing something. Then they both come into the bedroom. That’s fucking hot, I hear a voice I don’t recognise say. I hear him take his clothes off and then he sits on my back, grabs my wrist and twists my arm on my back. It hurts and slowly losing my high and it being a stranger it’s suddenly less exciting. He ties something around my bicep, and when he says: in your own interest you better lie very fucking still right now, I realise what is about to happen. Oh mate, no, I am sorry, I say, I don’t think I am up for that. But he jerks my arm even more to the back and hisses: lie very fucking still I said. Hold his wrist, he tells Mark and I feel his cold clammy wrist grabbing a hold of mine and I lie there frozen. There is not a fuck I can do I realise as I feel the needle entering a vein. Everybody seems to hold their breaths. It feels like minutes pass. And suddenly there is movement, the needle leaves my arm, the tourniquet is removed, but I feel nothing. I just hear the guy say to Mark: put it around your arm. I hear Mark giggle nervously when it hits me. Oh fuck, I say. Fuck. Fuck and then I can’t breath. My upper body lifts from the bed and fear overcomes me. I can’t breath and then suddenly my lungs get so restricted I have to cough. But cough like I never coughed before. Oh no, this is hell I think, coughing, grasping for air. But then something else hits me. Electricity. A jolt. And my whole body jerks violently. A whole new dimension of, yeah what, horniness? No it’s way beyond horny and my ass sticks up in the air by itself, craving, literally craving to be fucked, to be ripped open, to be anyone’s ass. I’m totally at loss for words and then I hear the guy say: lie fucking still. And I realise he is busy shooting up Mark.

I don’t know if it’s the mental element of adding to a loaded hole, doing something so dirty, or if it’s genuinely how silky and warm a pre-loaded hole feels and how your cock slides straight in. But it feels so good and turns me on like nothing else. I’m neg (I think) and not on prep, so probably should do something about that if not already too late as I know it’s riskier…. But every once in a while I get the urge. If I was on prep I’d probably do it every day. I almost exclusively fuck pre-loaded holes now. Anyone else the same?

Yesterday was simultaneously one of those days that makes you question why you try to hook up with random strangers, and rekindles your faith in the hookup culture. It was a lazy Sunday morning when I got a message on Grindr from a bbc top who lived about 30 minutes from me. We chatted for a while. He was into topping fat asses and only did it raw. And what's more, he had two friends who were coming over to smoke some 420, and they were all looking for an ass to use. Sounds too good to be true, right? Well, it was. Normally I can smell the bs a mile away, but this time I got duped. I cleaned out and made the drive. He stayed in communication with me until I messaged him to say I was turning onto his street, then he went offline. To make matters worse, once I had parked another bbc top messaged me, saying he lived in a different building in the same apartment complex, and stupidly I went in and all the way up to the floor he told me to go to. I should have picked up on the fact that he didn't tell me his apartment number, but in my horned up state I didn't. So yeah, I got played. Twice. I'm sure he was watching from his window and laughing at the dumb white guy. Fuck him. My drive to the town where he lived takes me through a particularly busy interchange with another highway, and on the way home the exit ramp was a fucking mess, so I decided to stay on the road I was on and take the back way home. That back way takes me past an adult bookstore with a backroom that's all booths (no public space) - but a LOT of the booths have glory holes. I was still pissed and thought about driving past, but found myself steering into the parking lot nonetheless. The parking lot was pretty empty but what the hell. I went in, paid my entrance fee, and soon found myself in a glory hole booth with a loud video playing to announce my presence. I had been in there less than a minute when I heard the door to the other booth close, and soon a cock made its way through the hole. I huffed my brown bottle, got on my knees and took it into my mouth. It hardened quickly into a nice 6-incher, and I was just getting into sucking on it when it pulled back. "Come over," said a voice. I complied, and found myself on my knees in front of a big, beefy redhead. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth, maintaining a steady rhythm until I felt his cock stiffen even further. His pace quickened, and before long he was spewing a big load on my tongue. I swallowed greedily. My first 'customer' satisfied, I went back to the other booth while he zipped up. No sooner had he left than I heard the door close again. I got on my knees and presented my open mouth at the hole in the wall, and soon another cock was sliding across my lips. Like the first, it pulled back once it got hard, and this time its owner left the booth and entered mine. He was a Hispanic guy, about my age, average hung. It only took a few minutes of working his shaft and head with my lips and tongue before I was rewarded with my second load of the day. Once he dressed and left, I sat down and huffed on my brown bottle a little while I watched the video. Then my booth door opened, and an older guy came in. Once again I got down on my knees. His cock was about 5 inches but it was THICK. I greedily licked and slurped on it, tonguing his balls while I had his entire length in my mouth. He placed a hand behind my head as he tweaked his nipples with the other. In no time, I was swallowing my third load of the day. Things got quiet after that, and I spent a little time sitting in the booth waiting to see if anyone else came in. I was just about to leave when the other booth door closed again. I waited, and before long another cock appeared at the glory hole. It was small and uncut with a lot of foreskin. Nevertheless, I got on my knees and got to work. And WOW am I glad I did! The moment I took that cock into my mouth it began to grow. And grow. And grow. Soon it was a thick 8 inches and it was all I could do to work it down my throat. The guy on the other side of the wall grunted in pleasure several times as I licked and sucked and tongued his shaft and head. Then he said the magic words I've never heard at a glory hole before. "Give me that ass." While I've been fucked in bookstore booths several times, I had never ridden a completely anonymous cock through a glory hole before, so I was extra glad that I had stuck a small tube of lube in my pocket in case I needed it for the guy who stood me up. Plus, I was already cleaned out! I grabbed the tube from my pocket and smeared some on his shaft, then stood and dropped my pants. I rubbed some lube on my hole, dipping a couple of fingers inside as well, then backed onto that thick slab of meat. I had been hitting the brown bottle off and on for much of the day, so I was nice and relaxed and he slid into my ass with ease. I took as much as I could until my cheeks were pressed into the wall. "Fuck yeah," I heard him sigh as the walls of my hole stretched around his shaft. He began moving his hips back and forth, fucking my hole as I placed my hands on the opposite wall for support. He slid almost all the way out, then plunged back in balls-deep. That big cock felt amazing in my hole, and I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft. His belt buckle hit the wall with every thrust, making a loud clack sound each time. I found myself hoping it might attract others. At last I felt his cock swell, then pulse as he emptied his balls inside me. He gasped and moaned in pleasure as I squeezed extra-tight to milk every last drop from him. At last the pulses subsided and his cock slipped out of my hole. To show I'm a good slut I quickly spun around and took his cock in my mouth before he could retract it. I savored the flavor of ass mixed with cum as I cleaned him off. I waited as he straightened his appearance and stepped out the door, listening for others who might be waiting to come in. But alas, that was all. As my time ran out on the video monitor I pulled up my pants and headed for the door. As I got in my car, some of the last guy's kids slipped out of me, making a wet spot in my underwear that I sat in for the rest of the drive home. What began as a waste of my time had turned into my first glory hole breeding. All in all, a good day.

I used to love being young enough and fit enough to be able to fuck and cum seven or more times a night, so I spent a lot of nights churning my own cum and loved how it felt, but even that didn't compare to the first time I found myself fucking a preloaded hole

The skinnier the better in my opinion. You're gorgeous

RAW

We chatted about his night and I briefly told him about going to the anniversary party which ended in a orgy at the baths, leaving out the part about his stepdad and brothers. We rtexted several time throughout the day, him filling me in on the gym escapades and saying that he wouldn’t be available tonight to get together since his stepdad was planning a “boys night out” for him and Shayne after catching them sleeping together last night. I snickered and was glad we weren’t talking on the phone, but were texting since I doubted, I could keep the surprise, I would be seeing him and his family at the baths tonight for twink night. 5) Mark I had known Adam all my life, I was seven months older then him and our parents belonged to the same club, which had a nursery for the kids as the parents played. My brothers James, and Shayne would play together with Adam and we developed a friendship, or at least till we began becoming aware of ourselves, as we developed, when I was around eight I noticed Adam avoiding us during the play dates our parents had. When my parents divorced, I still saw Adam because although they were separated my parents still came to the club meeting, about a year later Adams parents divorced as well, but nothing changed we still saw each other in the kids club. About a year and a half later My dad Jake started dating Julia, Adams mom, and I started seeing Adam at events outside of the club dates, that is when I first became aware of Adam’s best friend Robert or bobby as we would call him. When my dad married Adams mom, we had become an extended family and Adam avoided us at the Wedding, focusing all his time on Robert. It was a strained relationship between my brothers and our new stepbrother. I began thinking there was something more there, but then bobby moved to another town when his dad got transferred to a higher position. I was a year ahead of Adam and Bobby, my brother, Shayne was a year ahead of me and James was two years ahead of me in school. There was some awkward moment when we would be in the locker room together, since we were all on sports teams, in different sports for the most part we would see each other in the locker room changing frequently. When James moved on to college to play lacrosse, I thought that things might improve but they only seemed to worsen, when Shayne started college the next year playing Water polo, Adam did seem to relax a little and his focus became a little clearer and he got top honors playing football. When I graduated and soon started university on a soccer scholarship at my oldest brothers school. Things felt like they were starting to cool down, but me and my brothers had been living with our mom, Adam excelled his senior year having turned eighteen three months in, his best friend bobby had preceded him by a month. I had run into Bobby at the regional youth group for LGBT youth, and we had become friends, and on Bobby’s eighteenth birthday I had sucked him off and eventually had anal intercourse. Bobby and Adam had a sort of open relationship in that Bobby would tell Adam of his conquest, except me, he kept me a secret as I was a touchy subject around Adam. When we got together shortly after the new year and attended a anniversary party of a couple of LGBT youth group members which moved to the bathhouse for a CumUnion party, Bobby was a total slut and took all loads offered and managed to drop a few into some hot holes a well. When we met up with my eldest brother and my dad at the same party, the scene was set to bring the animosity to a head. My dad arranged for us to meet up with him and the two guys then next night for wink night at the baths. I drove Bobby and I to the baths, parked in the corner of the lot and walked to the entrance. James and his crew of about six frat boys were waiting outside “Dad did say get here around six thirty, he’ll be here about seven” James quipped and I Relied “ yeah let’s get inside and register so we can be ready when he gets here with the boys”. We stood in the short line and I handed the clerk our membership cards and ID’s, the cute twink desk clerk smiled and grabbed two lock boxes and keys and slid them across the desk through the opening, Bobby and I placed our wallets and my keys in the lockboxes and the clerk turned around and inserted them into the wall. Buzzed us in then Handed us the keys and a towel, leaned in and informed us he was off in an hour then check our bag. We headed over to the locker area and stripped down, Bobby reached into his pants pocket and pulled out two necklaces, one with Super rush and one with jungle juice attached, handed me one and as we turned James held out a plastic bag, “time to clean out boys, don not want any unnecessary messes do we?” He herded us to one of the clean out stalls and proceeded to help us clean out our holes. He rubbed some lube on our holes when we were finished then slid his cock into each of us, adding his precum to our holes. Having my eldest brothers cock in me was a first and I pushed back on his tool to get maximum pleasure from it. Bobby rode it for as long as he could before James said dad was here and we headed back to our lockers. We saw dad in the lobby, Shane and Adam blindfolded, he passed over their ID’s and paid for Adam’s membership then ushered they boys still blindfolded into the locker area, turned his head to James and Whispered his room number to him. We walked back towards Dad’s room, and waited for him there, he indicated he instructed the boy to strip and meet him at his room, so we wandered just out of sight and waited for their arrival. Dad greeted them in a harness and a towel, when they arrived, then he led them off to what we presumed was the clean out area, he left the door ajar and we entered, James texted a couple of his buddies what room we were in and asked them to show up in about a half hour to get the orgy going. James and I noticed the sling and helped each other to set it up alongside the bed, upon completion Bobby kicked back and James and I took residence on the bed. I began kissing James and he fondled my cock under my towel, Bobby played with his engorged cock while lying back in the sling his pink rose bud pointed at the door. Several minutes later we heard the key in the lock, the door opened and Adam and Shayne walked in, inn the dim light of the red bulb we could see the shocked expression on his face as he rushed to the sling and bent over and began kissing Robert, his cock lining up and sliding into his ass, Shayne came over and Joined James and me on the bed and soon I was riding my middle brothers cock as James feed me his. Dad upon seeing the union of Adam and Robert stepped up behind Adam and slid his cock between his cheeks. Dad reached back and opened the door without removing his cock from Adam’s rear. Adam wiggled his ass while pumping into Bobby and dad slid half his pole in. one of James’s frat bros entered and joined us on the bed, rimming Shayne, and stroking me. Another twink entered with a daddy and they were soon feeding Bobby their cocks, and asses as they would periodically turn around and let Bobby rim their holes. Adam pushed in deep and held it there filling Bobby with his seed, his ass convulsing on Dad’s cock milking Jakes seed into his ass, Adam turned his head and deep kissed Jake. The frat boy who was now slurping the cum from my hole was being sucked on by a daddy and he was getting fucked by Shayne. James had moved in behind the twink that was feeding Bobby his dick and slid his cock in to his wet orifice and proceeded to fuck the cum out of the twink. I maneuvered out of the pile on the bed and moved in behind Adam, sliding into the cum left by my father. Adam moaned and pulled Bobby from the sling as another slut entered it. Adam, Bobby and I embraced and fondled each other. Dad who was entertaining a daddy bear by riding his cock motioned us to the door. We left the room and wandered down the corridors until we reached the center of the maze, wandering to the wet side we began playing with all the cocks offered to us and then kneeling began inviting guys to urinate on us. Several twinks and bears, and daddies showered us down with their golden liquid. We took turns turning the tables on our fountains and pulled them down to the floor as we got up and returned the favor and gave them a nice drink. A hot Latino twunk with a hot Bio tattoo around his left nipple pulled me off and guided me to the fuck bench and laid me back on the bench, raised my legs and plunged into my boy pussy pounding me good for around five minutes before expelling his seed deep in me, then a few frat boys took over and pounded me with their sperm, Adam and bobby were still in the wet area Bobby Plowing Adams hole while guys pissed and came over their backs. After about ten guys the Latino Guy pulled me up from the bench and led me back to Dad’s room where he interacted with the orgy that had formed there, Dad and James had at least a half a dozen twinks worshipping their bodies and impaled on their tools and down tier throats, Shayne had a twink laying against him, his cock buried deep while a frat guy slid in and double penetrated the guy, they were soon moaning and grunting as their seed filled the twink. I Walked up to James and kissed him and he tapped Jake on his shoulder signaling we need to wind down the orgy for now and let those who needed it take a breather.

Me getting bred by my favorite fuck buddy. If you switch the pics back and forth, its like watching me get fucked.

Chapter 18 That evening Jason and Jake enjoy a dinner in the city. After dinner, Jason receives a text from Tyler inviting them to an event. He looks up at Jack with a devilish grin and tells him that he thinks they are in for a treat tonight. 20 minutes later they arrive at a nondescript warehouse in a desolate part of town. They are greeted by an attendant when they arrive and pass through several run down rooms before they arrive in a completely renovated space in the center of the building that is laid out like a small theater with 70 or so seats situated around small raised platform. Jason and Jake are shown to their seats. The other seats are filled with well dressed men of various ages. Not long after an announcement comes on the PA system greeting everyone to the evening’s events. The MC then introduces a young man dressed only in a small black jockstrap, the front pouch so small leaving the man’s pubic hair on full display. The scantily clad man is escorted by and older man in a tuxedo. As the two men approach the raised platform and MC instructs the bidding to begin and as he does the scantily clad you man takes a seat on stool on the platform and spreads his legs wide…. His tree trunk legs on full display along with his well developed pec and well defined abs. The bidding begins at a furious pace…. $1000, $2000, $3000, $4000, $5000….. within a few seconds. The man is the tuxedo grabs a bottle of body oil from the stage and pours a generous amount on his hand and begins to massage it on the half naked jockstraped man. The young muscled man with his nipples fully erect, is excited by the attention he’s received and soon his jockstrap pouch becomes fully inflated. Bids quickly increase $7500, $10,000, $15,000, $20,000…. As the tuxedoed man oils up the young man in the jocktrap he pulls aside the jockstrap pouch exposing his fully erect cock and begins massaging it. The bids further increase $30,000, $40,000, $50,000 Precum leaks from the young muscle man but soon the auction is finalized with final bids $75,000 as the adonis moans. A handsome Persian man gets up from his seat to claims his prize. He quickly escorts the scantily clad adonis from the stage. His huge bulge protrudes from his well tailored trousers as they both disappear into a dark adjoining room off the stage. Jason and Jake are both rock hard watching the scene unfold before them. The men around them can be seen openly stroking their cocks through their unzipped trousers. The next prize is soon introduced and describe as a youthful muscular jock that has been recently received his first cock and eager to please. The prize passes through the scrim on the stage and to the shock and awe of both Jake and Jason is revealed revealed to be Brock, with a chain collar around his neck, he is escorted by Tyler. Tyler is fully clothed in a well fitted suit and Brock wears a leather jockstrap that reveals his dark hairy bush. His wrists are also bound to with a black leather strap around his back. As Brock arrives on the stage, Tyler pushes him to his knees. The bidding begins with at $5,000 and elevates quickly as he spreads his knees wide on the stage and heaves his muscular chest. As interest builds Tyler presses Brock’s face to the stage floor putting on full display Brock’s furry ass. The crevice between the furry mounts leaks cum onto the shiny stage floor and causes a frenzy in the audience. Tyler pulls a glass probe from his pocket and begins to penetrate Brock’s jock hole. As he does, more and more cum pours from his hole leaving a white puddle on the stage. The bidding final meet a crescendo with a winning bid of $100,000. The winning bidder steps out from the audience and Jason and Jake immediately recognize him as Dr. Long from HIV clinic. Unlike the previous bidder it becomes quickly clear that what Dr. long plans for Brock will not be done in private. Dr. Long is here to put on a show! He pulls out various instruments from his doctor’s briefcase and puts them on the stage as Tyler assists. A speculum is inserted into Brock’s hairy hole to stretch his hole wide. Forcing it to its limits the hole rips and tears and the speculum is cranked wider and wider causing Brock to cry out and beg for mercy. Dr. Long continues to open him even wider. Jason and Jack along with everyone else in The audience stoke their cocks proudly as Jack sees his formers bully being degraded on stage. Brock can feel air entering his gaping hole which is on full display. Dr. Long then pulls out a large test tube and announces to the audience. “My most virulent loads collected in my clinic and created in my own lab!” Shocked tones can be heard from the audience. “Want it boy?”, Dr. Long asks. “I need that poz cum sir”, is the only thing Brock can respond. Dr. Long begins pouring the thick liquid into Brock’s slutty hole. Men in the crowd begin to loose it and starts shooting their loads. Unable to control themselves. “Don’t waste your loads men. Shoot your loads all over the boys naked boy, down his throat and in his ass. Show him what a true faggot he is”, the doctor instructs as he empties the last drops of the toxic liquid in the boy’s hole. Bock arches his back to accommodate the massive amounts of toxic cum in his overflowing hole. Men gather around the stage and shoot their loads all over Brock ass and body as they watch in amazement as Brock cunt absorbs the highly toxic cum. The poz semen burns Brock’s hole but the feeling of his flooded hole along with the sensation of semen shooting all over his muscular body quickly has Brock hard and his cock slips out of the leather jock pouch. The doctor then pulls out his own cock, take out the speculum and aligns it with Brock hole and in one stoke slams in completely. Brock screams but Tyler positions himself in front of Brock’s face and slams his cock down his throat to keep him quiet. The doctor brutally fucks Brock and Tyler rapes his throat. Brock’s hole rips even further, poz cum sloshes from his holes as blood oozes onto the doctor’s massive cock. “My bloody cock is converting this jock faggot!” Soon after The doctor breathe gets short and his balls tense up. “TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!” The doctor screams as he blasts his load into Brock cummy hole. At the same time Tyler shoots his load down Brock’s throat. Dozens of men loose it and shoot all over Brock glistening muscle body and on the stage. The doctor then pulls Brock up by his cum covered hair to his knees again revealing his cum covers body. Brock, with his Wrists still bound behind him, catches Jake’s eyes through the crowd and with a mix of innocence, shame and hunger, says “help me, brother” as he looks down at his erect dick protruding from his leather jock. Jake meets him with a cum filled kiss. Jake savors the taste of Tyler’s toxic load on his tongue and then instructs Brock to suck his father’s cock. Jason towers above Brock on stage, his massive cock sticking straight up. Brock devours the hairy member, he feels Jason blood pulsing through his vieny cock. As he does this Jake releases Brock cock from jockstrap and begins edging him. Gathering toxic cum from his leaking hole to lube his jock dick. Brock moans in pleasure sucking on Jason’s dick like a baby sucks on a bottle. Jake builds up Brock load and just before release he stalls his orgasm. Jake taunts Brock telling him this may be his last neg load judging by the amount of blood oozing from his cum filled hole. Brock’s balls are so heavy and his body tingles all over. he takes Jason’s cock out of his mouth only long enough to utter, “please let me shoot my last neg load sir” and furiously continues to suck on the magnificent man cock. With that Jake stokes Brock’s cock to abandon. Seconds later Brock’s cock blasts his seed high above the stage shooting jets all over Jason’s face a chest causing Jason to unleash his load down Brock’s hungry gullet. By then the stage is covered in cum and nearly all the men at the event have shot at least one load. Brock overwhelmed by what has just occurred and floating on a high of sex and cum, Brock passes out in a puddle of cum on the stage.

3Fav top. Put so many loads in me.

Enjoying getting bred

15 min later I was going up the stairs to my next seeder, a hot mid 40 with a thick 9" that makes me drool. He greeted me naked so it was only appropriate I strip too. We started kissing and he went straight to feel my cummy plugged hole and shoved a few fingers as I was telling him I was holding 10 loads already and it wasn't even 9am 🙈 he lit up and wanted me on his bed, bent me over and requested I push the plug out so he could eat my cummy hole. That was so hot to feel him licking my puffy, gaping hole! Then he slip all the way in and started pounding me hard! I was moaning like the cumdump I am and he told me he wanted to surprise me and invited a few of his friends. BINGO!! 10 min into the fuck 3 men entered the bedroom, stripping and I got to service them with my mouth as the host continues pounded my cummy hole. One of them was 10" and thick as fuck! I was drooling seeing him and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me! after the host loaded me they all took turns fucking me and cumming in me, calling me a cumdump and a whore while holding my throat hard just as I love. when it was time for the biggest cock there to enter me he asked if I was ready but didn't wait for a reply (which was fuck yeah anyway) and went all the way in! I grunted with pleasure and begged him to fuck me hard! and boy did he fuck me, this guy was jackhammering me like I was a toy, he had the ability to pull all the way out but the tip and push all the way in repeatedly, making me moan so hard around the cock that was in my mouth at the time. When he came he roared so hard and I could fill each spurt flooding me! then, as the previous fuck I wanted them to double fuck me too! this went on for a while, changing between them as pairs of who's opening up my cunt and dumping another load in me. the best combination was the finale with the 2 biggest cocks there (the 10" and the 9") ramming their cocks all the way in me, they didn't alternate their cocks but they both pulled out and pushed in together making sure I was fully stretched at all times. they could fuck for a long time since they already dumped a load in me earlier so it was almost 30 minutes of them fucking my hole! after they both came I had to lay down on my back to catch my breath. i was a sweaty mess and my hole was buzzing when they continued playing with it, stretching it with their fingers till one of them 'accidentally' had his entire fist in me. When it happened I couldn't control myself and came while my entire body was shivering! after a while he pulled out, found the plug and pushed it back in so I could keep all the cum in me. 18 loads in before lunch time. before they left I cleaned their cocks, tasting the cum and my ass juices. i didn't bother with a shower and just got dressed and left to my next seeder.

Fantastic twisted mind, and written beautifully...

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 6 We spent the night spooning each other in bed. I woke with morning wood and Zak’s hard cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks. It felt so right waking in his arms with his boned up dick against my body. I snuggled further into Zak and worked his shaft against my hungry hole. Thoughts of last night’s breeding made my cock dance rock hard. Zak yawned and stretched, rubbing his boner tight against me. “Morning, babe.” “Morning.” He sighed and kissed the back of my neck, “Did you sleep well?” “Yep. Feels good waking up with you.” As he snuggled me and ground his cock against me, “Doesn’t feel so bad for me either.” “I can’t stop thinking about last night.” “That was pretty hot, wasn’t it?” “Want to do some more breeding today?” “Yeah, I’m game.” “You still have Jonathan’s number from lunch yesterday?” “I’m sure it’s still in my pocket.” “Why don’t you message him and see if he wants to have a drink and some threesome play?” I reached for my phone. Tap, tap, tap….. I tried to reach Jonathan with a text message. “Hey Jonathan….it’s Zeek from yesterday at the restaurant. U have plans today?” I snuggled into Zak again. A few minutes later my cell phone called out to us with a “ding.” I had a message from Jonathan. “Hey Zeek, Glad to hear from u. Enjoyed our ‘bathroom break.’ No plans today. What did u have in mind?” “Brunch and some 3some play?” “Love to. Where and when 2 meet?” Zak was stroking my hard shaft while I tried to concentrate on messaging back and forth with our new play bud. “How about Café Centraal on Kinnickinnic at 11:30?” “Sounds good. Will give me time to get moving. Still lying in bed. Feels good to sleep in on my day off.” “We are hangin out in bed yet too.” “Awesome. Nothing like a lazy start to the day.” I snapped a selfie of Zak and I in bed and sent it to Jonathan with a message, “U need 2b here in bed with us swappin cum.” “U R getting me turned on.” About a minute later pics of Jonathan’s hard rod and tight hole showed up on my phone, “Look forward to seeing u guys.” “Damn, can’t wait to tap that ass again. See U at 11:30.” “Boned with anticipation. Will your BF fuck me too?” “U bet he will.” I snapped a pic of Zak’s cock making sure to not include his biohazard tattoo then sent it to Jonathan with a message. “Here’s Zak’s cock….inked and pierced. You’ll love it…..feels amazing!” By the time I finished texting Jonathan, Zak had his lips wrapped around my shaft and was deep throating my cock. “Fuck, Zak that feels so good.” Between panting, “Jonathan wants…. you to…. fuck him too. I want… to see you… unload your…. poz seed in him.” “We can both breed him, babe.” I pulled Zak off my slick cock. “The thought of pozzing Jonathan has me so close to cumming. My dick throbbed and stiffened over and over. Precum glistened on the head of my shaft. “You better slow down, or I’ll be shooting my swimmers down your throat in no time.” We showered fully erect. I don’t think our cocks dropped to more than half mast the entire time. We made out while lathering each other’s bodies and stroking each other’s rods all soaped up. We both pissed on each other at the same time. Our urine mixed together as it ran down our bodies with our lips locked. On the drive to the restaurant our cocks strained against our jeans begging to be released. “Damn, Zak, I’m so boned up. I can’t get my cock to go down.” “I know, breeding always gets me going too. Try thinking of something else.” Thought I had it licked. I focused on thinking about the landscaping I wanted to complete around my house, but that led to thoughts of Summer, the hot sun, sweaty construction workers, to stripping their shirts off and my cock boned up again. Zak chimed in, “Not working I see. I have a sure way to kill your hard on.” “Go for it.” “Think about a woman naked. Her cunt is steamy and goopy with a yeast infection. When she spreads her legs it smells like a rotting fish.” “Damn, Zak….talk about not only killing my wood, I may be vomiting on top of it.” He chuckled, “Works every time.” We arrived at Café Centraal a few minutes early and ordered a drink at the bar. The bartender was a sexy number with ink up one arm, a trim waist, reddish brown hair and a scruffy 5 o’clock shadow. In no time my cock was boned up again. “Hi guys, can I get you a drink?” Zak blurted out, “I’ll have a stella.” “Bottle or tap?” “Bottle please.” “And you sir?” “I’ll have a Sam Adams……bottle.” “Coming right up.” The bartender bent down to get the beer from the cooler, allowing us both to check out his firm ass. Zak and I glanced at each other. Zak smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. “My thoughts exactly,” I said. “Here you go guys. Are you having lunch too?” “Yes, we’re just waiting for a buddy to get here.” “I’ll start a tab, add it to your food bill.” “Ok, cool,” I added. Swinging my bar stool toward Zak, I motioned toward my crotch and softly stated, “Think I’m going to stop battling the monster in my pants, because he’s clearly winning.” Zak chuckled, “You ARE a horny devil aren’t you, babe?” Jonathan was a few minutes late. He slipped onto the bar stool next to me and nudged my shoulder with his. “Hi, guys.” “Hey, Jonathan.” Zak added, “Hello, Jonathan.” “Zak and Zeek,” he said, “Kind of has a ring to it.” “It’s actually Isaac, but my friends call me Zeek.” “Well, I really enjoyed meeting you both yesterday……. Zak and Zeek.” “Same,” added Zak. “We just ordered a drink, Jonathan. Would you like something?” Zak motioned for the bartender. “What would you like, sir?” Jonathan ordered a brandy and coke. “With Korbel if you have it, please.” The bartender returned shortly with his drink in hand. “Thanks, man.” Jonathan scooped it off the bar, and we shuffled off to get a table. You could feel the sexual tension in the air as we perused the menus. I fumbled on my words, “So Jonathan, I bet it has to feel good being on the receiving end……ah, I mean being served rather than serving…..um….you know, waiting tables.” We all laughed….breaking the ice. Jonathan grinned, “I do like being on the receiving end in more ways than one.” (Thinking to myself) You’ll be receiving a lot more than you realize today. My cock twitched in my pants. “Good because Zak and I are in a giving mood.” (Thinking to myself) Or I should say gifting mood. Zak glanced at me with a cheeky grin that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. Our waiter popped in out of nowhere. He was short and thin, smooth shaven, and proper with his shirt buttoned to his neck. Nice, cute, maybe 19 or 20 and a little nerdy. “Hi, guys. I’m Coty. I’ll be your waiter today.” We all said hello at the same time. He quickly blurted out, “I see you all have drinks. I’ll give you some time with the menus and stop back in a few.” “Thanks, Coty.” As fast as he appeared he disappeared. Jonathan said, “Boy, he’s fast. Too much coffee or something, another cup and he may explode.” “Well, Jonathan, that bubbly personality you bring to your customers certainly stands out.” Zak tapped Jonathan on the shoulder, “Not to mention the added attention you give to some of us.” He blushed, “I do like my customers to leave happy, but yesterday was a FIRST.” Zak inquired with a flirtatious air, “Ok, Jonathan, see anything you like on the menu?” Jonathan smirked then continued to browse his menu. Without looking up he said, “Well, that would be on the dessert menu, guys, but yes I do.” Coty slipped into position at our table with his pad and pen in hand to take our orders. I wanted to tell him to loosen up a bit, unbutton his shirt and let his hair down a bit, but resisted the urge and let the young lad be. I just thought to myself a good stiff cock up your ass would do you wonders, Coty, as I smiled and placed my order. After a short wait Coty promptly returned with our lunch plates. I noticed his glances at the three of us. This was more than looking. This was checking us out in a subtle way. It set my gaydar off. “Is there anything else I can get you guys right now?” Zak said, “No, I think we are good, Coty, thanks.” He shuffled off to the bar area, but every time I looked at him his eyes were glued on us like he was ready to break into chorus of Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out.” About halfway through my Waldorf salad I asked, “Are you guys reading these signals from Coty too?” Jonathan replied, “You mean all the looks and stares from a distance?” “And all the glances every time he comes to the table,” Zak added? “Yeah, my gaydar is ringing like crazy.” “How could we miss it?” Coty returned to clear our plates, “Are any of you interested in dessert this afternoon?” Jonathan replied, “We saved room for dessert, but we’re having that at my place in a bit.” Coty naively said, “Oh, what’s for dessert guys?” Zak couldn’t resist, “It’s not WHAT’S for dessert, but WHO.” He glanced over at Jonathan with a smirk on his face. Coty’s mouth dropped open. The silverware slipped from his hand, and he nervously bent over to pick them up. It took him a while before reluctantly standing up. He couldn’t hide it. The tenting to the front of his pants was obvious. Coty was family too, whether he knew it or not. His face turned three shades of red, “I’ll be right back with your bill guys,” and he scurried off. My cock twitched and half boned in my pants, “I know he’s a little geeky, but there’s something sweet and innocent about him too.” Jonathan added, “Yeah, he is kind of a cute little number.” “He’s definitely a bit closeted or unsure of his sexuality,” Zak said. About 5 minutes later Coty returned. He placed the bill on the table. He could hardly look at us. Mortified, he said, “I apologize guys, and there’s no rush with this; whenever you are ready.” He turned to walk away and Zak stopped him by grabbing his shirt sleeve. Coty let out a little gasp. “You know, Coty, I hope I don’t offend you. There’s no reason to be embarrassed around us. I only said that earlier because we noticed your glances. We’re all gay here. What I said obviously turned you on. It’s cool, and you’re very welcome to join us for dessert if you like.” Coty nervously stuttered, “Ah, th…thanks, but um…..my shift doesn’t end until late.” Then he awkwardly slipped away. I left a note with Coty’s tip. “If you want to explore your gay side or just chat a bit give us a call, Zak and Zeek.” I didn’t expect to hear from him, but you never know. My focus shifted toward Jonathan and us breeding his ass. Zak was so excited at the thought of pozzing him. I’m surprised he didn’t cream his pants on the way to Jonathan’s place. “I can’t wait to dump our loads in his neg hole,” he said. I have to admit my cock was pretty boned up and leaking too. “Ditto!! The anticipation has me turned on big time.” We followed Jonathan to his apartment. My rod was throbbing in my jeans watching his tight ass strolling down the hall to his front door. Perfectly round, and plump, it filled out his pants so sweetly. I could hardly wait to tear those jeans off and bury my dick in his man hole. We no sooner got the door closed and Jonathan stripped his clothes off. His cock stood straight up in the air. He walked over to Zak and started making out with him and pulling his clothes off. As he reached to unbutton Zak’s jeans he was distracted by me pulling him to me, burying my tongue down his throat. I dropped my jeans to the floor. Having gone commando, our cocks immediately touched. We ground our wet shafts against one another, soaking each other with our slick precum. Jonathan pulled my t-shirt off over my head and tossed it aside as Zak slipped in behind him. Zak unzipped his jeans, flipped his hard shaft out, and worked it against Jonathan’s tight hole. Zak grabbed our prey by the hips and pumped his cock hard between his ass cheeks. I made eye contact with Zak as I made out with Jonathan. He winked at me, puckered up and blew me a kiss then shot me a huge smile. Jonathan arched his back and worked his ass against Zak’s poisonous meat. Zak reached in his pocket and pulled out a jacket, “I have a condom, let me suit up.” Jonathan broke away from kissing me and said, “Drop the rubber, get those jeans off, and fuck me with that poz cock!!” With shock in his voice, Zak replied, “What did you say?” Jonathan chuckled, “You came to poz me, and there’s nothing more I want than to charge up. Bury that poz cock in my hole.” My cock stiffened even more. Zak kept grinding against Jonathan’s tight ass, “How did you know I’m poz?” “I’ll tell you later after you both breed my hole.” Jonathan led us to his bed and sat down on the edge. He leaned back with his cock standing tall in front of him. While looking right at Zak he said, “Are you going to get out of those jeans now?” Zak reached down and unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor, revealing his big, brazen biohazard tattoo marking him as poz and proud. “Fucking hot!!” Jonathan’s cock stiffened and pulsed down the length of his shaft as he gazed at Zak’s poz dick and ink. “Turn around and get on your knees,” Zak demanded and walked toward the bed. Zak greased up Jonathan’s hole with spit and worked the head of his shaft in his hole. I wasted no time in crawling on the bed on my knees and making out with Jonathan slow and deep. Zak shoved farther into Jonathan’s hungry hole raw. He moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, and Zak impaled Jonathan all the way onto his rod. Jonathan stroked my pole. Zak pumped his ass slow and deep. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s grip by standing up on the bed before him. After grabbing the back of his head I buried my cock deep in his throat. “Suck my cock, pig,” as I continued to face fuck him. Zak and I were in perfect rhythm fucking Jonathan from both ends. “You like my poz cock leaking poison in your hole, don’t you, pig?” I pulled my dick from Jonathan’s mouth after about ten minutes of deep throating. “Oh fuck, I want your poz loads in my ass so much.” Zak asked, “Yeah? You want my DNA?” “Yes, give it to me.” I stroked my pulsing cock, stiffening even more with each word. “Yeah? You ready for my swimmers to poz you?” “Fuck, yes.” Zak pounded into Jonathan, “Take my virus, pig. Here it comes.” “Fuck!!” Zak’s body jerked as ropes of charged sperm filled Jonathan’s guts. He quickly pulled out of Jonathan, leaving a trail of cream dripping from Jonathan’s stretched hole. “Get over here, Zeek, and get that cock in his cunt.” I scooped up Zak’s seed leaking from Jonathan’s hole and fingered it into his ass. I worked my fingers in and out of his gut then lined up my cock and plowed in. My meat was immediately coated with ass slime and my babe’s toxic cum. Sloshing my rod in Zak’s demon seed with Jonathan’s hole wrapped around my shaft made my cock throb. I worked my boyfriend’s charged load into Jonathan’s intestinal walls with each thrust. It was wet, slimy and incredible. Zak worked his dick into Jonathan’s throat, “Clean my cock off, pig. Suck it all down.” I slowed my thrusts, pumping into Jonathan feeling every inch of my cock slip deep inside. “Fuck your hole feels so good. I love working poz cum into you.” Zak held Jonathan’s head in place on his shaft, and let out a small shot of piss in Jonathan’s mouth. He quickly gulped it down his throat. “Yeah, you like that sweet piss don’t you? Want more don’t you?” Jonathan simply nodded, and I continued to fuck his ass, groaning with each thrust. I said, “You want my seed too, don’t you pig?” He again nodded as Zak fed him his piss. Jonathan devoured every drop of urine into his belly. “Are you ready for more DNA in your ass?” He nodded and mumbled, “Yes,” between gulps of piss. “Fuck, yes, cause I’m getting close.” Zak pulled his cock from Jonathan’s mouth after emptying his bladder. Jonathan licked his lips with piss dribbling off his tongue, “Oh my God that was hot!!” He took a deep breath, “Now give me your charged seed!!” “Fuck, you love that piss too, don’t you?” “Yes. I love poz cum and piss.” “Here’s my seed, pig.” “Fuck, yes.” My cock pulsed and throbbed over and over. “Yes, Fuck, yeah……I can feel you cumming in me.” I grabbed Jonathan’s hips after draining my balls in his ass. With each slow thrust of my cock I could feel our cum gushing around my shaft. As I pulled my meat from Jonathan’s hole he leaned back against my sweaty chest and with only a few strokes of his cock he splattered Zak’s chest with his creamy spunk. “Fuck, I want to poz so much!!” “Well, I definitely have a viral load,” Zak replied. “Awesome. What about you Zeek?” “Not even sure I’m poz yet. I haven’t tested, and Zak’s been filling my hole with tons of his virus.” “So you may be poz already?” “Could be.” “God, I loved that so much. Thank you, guys.” Jonathan kissed Zak on the lips and slipped his tongue in his mouth. We all flopped down on the bed in a clump of sweaty, hot flesh. After catching our breath, Zak again asked, “So how did you know I’m poz?” “Easy. I checked out guys in Milwaukee and Chicago on BBRT when I knew I was moving here. I saw your profile.” “I don’t have face pics unlocked in my profile.” “You didn’t need face pics. Your ink is hot. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw your tattoos at the restaurant. I knew it was you right away from your profile pics.” I said, “So you knew all along when you took my load in the bathroom stall?” “Sure did, and you guys thought you were going to stealth my ass.” Jonathan chuckled, “I would have played along, but the poz talk while taking seed is hotter.” We both laughed. “You’re a sly little devil, aren’t you?” Jonathan grinned with satisfaction, “So you don’t know if you’re poz yet, huh Zeek?” “Nope. No symptoms yet either.” Zak cut in, “But he should be converting any time now, if he hasn’t already. He’s taken a lot of my cum. You may very well have gotten two toxic loads today.” “Awesome!!” The surprise turnabout from Jonathan left us horny as hell. Driving home our conversation about our weekend of toxic play left us with two rock hard cocks wanting release. I pulled into my garage, and we were ready to fire off another load. The garage door closed and by the time I got out of my car Zak had circled around to my side. He tore my shirt off, and pinned me against the car door. His lips were gentle but aggressive against mine. “I want you Zeek. You need another dose of my virus?” “I want you in me.” Zak pulled my jeans to my knees and flipped me around against the car. I heard his zipper fly down and seconds later his throbbing cock was plowing into my hole. It was raw and rough. He pinned my face to the roof of the car and thrust in me repeatedly. I arched my back against his meat. My cock danced with excitement against the car door. The harder and faster he pumped my ass, the closer I got to firing off my own load. I could feel he was getting close too. His panting grew more intense, and he moaned and groaned building toward climax. His shaft expanded and stiffened, opening me up wider as he shot off round after round in rapid succession. His pulsing cock filled me with sensations that pushed me over the edge, and my rod exploded with a huge load of creamy jizz streaking across my car door. Zak pressed his body against mine. His cock still buried deep in my guts. He kissed my neck then whispered, “You know I’m falling in love with you, don’t you?” I rubbed my head against his. “Ditto, babe,” and he caressed my head and body then kissed the back of my neck. The feel of his body against mine sent chills from my head to my toes. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t falling in love with him; I was already in love with him, but I didn’t. Our relationship was still new. I wanted him against me all night, but I knew he would soon be heading back to Chicago. More to come......

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 5 We arrived at my house. While Zak chased me to the front door I stripped off my shirt and dropped it on the front porch. I flung the door open and ran toward the staircase with my hard cock begging to burst from my jeans. Zak caught up to me at the stair landing. He grabbed my ankle on my way up the steps, causing me to catch myself as I fell to the stairs. I laughed and turned over onto my back as he crawled up the stairs on top of me. He grinned, “You can’t get away from me, hot man.” I put my arm around his neck and pulled Zak’s lips to mine. As he rested his body on top of me I felt his boned up shaft press against mine. “Like I didn’t want to be caught.” The trail of clothes contnued. I pulled Zak’s shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. The pants were next. After I unzipped his jeans and worked them off his sweet ass, Zak stood up and kicked them to the floor at the base of the stairs. I remained on the steps leaning back on my elbows. He stood before me naked and hard then slowly made his way up the steps, straddling my body. He towered over me with his monster meat dancing straight out at attention and balls dangling above my face. Poison drooled from the monster’s mouth. I reached up to his chest and slid my hand down his abdomen to his cock. I grasped his shaft working more precum from his piss hole and down his Prince Albert jewelry. Strings of toxic juice dripped from his jewelry and met my tongue on the way to his death stick. I ran my tongue across his PA ring, to his gaping urethra, lapping up all his sweet nectar. I licked the head of his beast then slipped his shaft past my lips and down my throat while massaging his low hanging balls. He groaned with pleasure as I continued to devour his cock. Zak pulled his dick from my mouth and straddled my body on his knees. He unzipped my jeans and crawled down a few steps before standing up. Zak grabbed my pants leg and tugged to slip my jeans off, but they didn’t budge because I held onto the waistline. I started to laugh. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” Grinning, “Yep!!” He yanked harder. I grabbed the handrail to brace myself but still slid down a step or two as my jeans let loose and tore off my body with one swift swoop. My hard rod slapped against my abdomen with a smack. Zak whipped my jeans to the floor with a grin on his face. “Turn over and get on your knees. Get ready to take my poz cock, pig.” Zak smacked me on the ass with his open palm then positioned behind me. He spit on my hole and in his hand and lubed both up. With one swift jab he tore open my hole with the head of his mighty tool. “Woah, Zak!! You mean business.” He showed no mercy and plowed into my ass with the full length of his shaft. “Take my poz meat, bitch.” The more he talked dirty to me, the harder and more turned on I got. “Fuck, yes….give it to me.” As he rammed into me again, “If you’re not poz yet, you will be after today. I’m going to tear you up.” “It feels so fucking good. Fuck me!!” “You like my poz dick in you, don’t you bitch?” “I love it. Poz my ass.” “I can’t hear you bitch. You want it?” “Yes!! I want your DNA in me.” Zak continually pounded into my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge. He again cracked his hand on my ass then grabbed my hips and rammed in me harder and harder. “I’m going to wreck that hole till you bleed, bitch. You’re getting my babies right into your blood.” Zak was relentless. I could feel his PA stretching and tearing my hole up. “Fuck, yes, bitch. That’s what I wanted to see. Look at this, bitch.” Zak pulled out of my ass. I turned my head to see his meat pulsing and throbbing, coated with streaks of red blood. He again slammed his two fingers into my ass and pulled them out with red juice on them (a mixture of poz precum and blood). “Taste my virus in your blood.” I stuck out my tongue and he slid his fingers into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean swallowing every bit down my throat. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot. Ready for my poz load, bitch?” “Yes, give it to me.” “What do you want, pig?” “I want your poz cum in me!!” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Beg for it, bitch. Beg for me to convert your ass.” “Fuck, please, give me your poz cum. Please charge me up.” Zak increased his force of his thrusts and again grasped my hips. “You loved fucking that waiter, didn’t you, bitch?” “Fuck yes. I loved breeding him.” “Giving him your seed to convert him.” “Yes, I want to infect guys.” “Fuck!! Share my virus. Poz those bareback pigs.” “Yes!!” “Fuck, here comes my poison, bitch.” “Oh Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust into me balls deep, and his cock began to pulse. Each throb made my ass pucker tight around his death stick. I reached for my cock, and just touching the shaft of my rod pushed me over the edge. My cock erupted. As my rod sprayed semen onto the stairs I felt Zak’s jizz coat my bloody guts. My ass was full of toxic seed. Zak pulled out from my hole, and bloody jizz leaked from my wrecked ass. Zak quickly lapped up his spooge then shared it with me in a deep, passionate kiss. Zak laid on the steps next to me, sweaty and panting. I remained on my hands and knees, puffing, and grinning from ear to ear. Being with Zak was exhilarating. He looked into my eyes, and with a serious look on his face reached up to me and caressed my cheek with a gentle touch of his hand. “I know we just met, Zeek, but I know how I feel about you. I want to be with you, two pig partners.” “You mean two poz, pig, partners.” “Yes, two poz, pig, partners.” I leaned over and gently kissed his lips and buried my tongue in his mouth. “I’d love that.” Zak and I showered together, lathering each other up, and boning each other up. I sucked his hard dick, deep throating him and tasting his sweet nectar that I loved. He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Open up, Zeek.” His cock pointed upward in front of my face. I stuck my tongue out to meet a stream of piss shooting from his shaft hole. He filled my mouth with urine, and I gulped it all down my throat. Zak grasped his dick and aimed it at my head, spraying piss all over my face. I lapped it from my lips as it drenched my stache. He continued to spray piss all over my body. I loved seeing it shoot from his dick hole, and again took his stream down my throat. The last few shots of piss ran down my throat, and I again took the full length of his massive meat into my mouth. Zak pulled me to my feet and made out with me while the hot water pounded against our bodies. That evening we cruised the club scene looking for fellow pigs to stealth fuck. I was pretty confident that Zak’s virus was in my system, and that I could very well be poz or pozzing very soon. Either way, the thought of us converting a negative pig together had my dick rock hard sitting at the bar. We scoped out the potential victims, and noticed a cute, trim, blonde haired twink sitting alone at the other end of the bar. He had a nice, scruffy, beard covering his face, and something about blondes and redheads gets me boned, not to mention the thought of our dicks in his twink ass bare. Zak and I motioned for the bartender and bought our twink a drink. The bartender pointed us out, and the twink raised his glass and smiled to thank us. We did the same and motioned for him to come join us. He picked up his drink and made his way to our end of the bar. As he approached us he put out his hand for the customary handshake. “Hi, thanks for the drink guys, I’m Ian.” “Zak and Zeek.” We each took his hand to shake it. A solid handshake, a good sign (I think you can tell a lot about an individual from a handshake). For starters this told me he was confident, and sure of himself. “Different names you don’t hear all the time… nice. Are you two partners?” I looked at Zak, and before I could say a word he blurted out, “Yes, we are.” “You two look good together. Nice ink too, guys. I love tattoos.” “Have any ink, Ian?” “No, but I’d like to. I just can’t make up my mind what to get.” (Thinking to myself) I know what you can get…..a biohazard tattoo after we poz your sweet ass. “Well, Zak here is a tattoo artist. He’s doing my sleeve.” “Awesome!! You do beautiful work, Zak.” Then Zak added, “If you decide you want some ink, I’d be happy to schedule a consultation with you.” “Oh, are you here in Milwaukee?” “No, I’m in Chicago, but I can pack up my equipment and head up here to see Zeek and do some ink work for you.” “Oh, so you live in Milwaukee, Zeek?” “Yep, we’re doing the long distance thing for now. We just met not too long ago.” “Cool.” He raised his glass again, “Well here’s to you two. A handsome couple.” “Thanks, Ian.” “I’ll be right back guys. I have to piss like crazy.” Ian turned and made a bee line for the men’s room. “Sweet, look at that ass, Zak.” “I’d love to tag team that.” “Well, what are you waiting for, Zak?” “Be right back.” Zak was off his bar stool in a flash and heading for the men’s bathroom. Zak walked into the dimly lit men’s room, took a spot next to Ian at the urinal, and whipped out his dong. The urinal was a long trough…..quite the cruisy scene. “Well, your cock is as beautiful as your ass, Ian.” Ian started to piss. “Fuck, are you ever hung, and inked too, so hot.” That’s all it took, and Ian’s cock started to bone up. Zak reached over and put his hand into Ian’s piss stream then licked his fingers. “MMMM, sweet.” Ian stopped pissing and looked at Zak. Ian was now fully erect, “You like piss too?” Zak grasped Ian’s shaft and turned Ian toward him. He got down on his knees and put the head of Ian’s cock in his mouth. “You want my piss?” Zak only nodded yes since his mouth was quite full. “Fuck, here it comes.” Ian let go a full stream of piss. Zak didn’t lose a drop and guzzled all of Ian’s piss from the tap. Zak came up for air, “God, I love piss.” Zak put Ian’s cock back in his mouth and started to deep throat his boned up meat. After a few minutes of sucking a guy stumbled into the bathroom and interrupted the play. “Oh, excuse me guys, sorry.” The guy awkwardly fumbled his way out of the bathroom and let the door close. Zak and Ian laughed. “Guess we should take this to Zeek’s place. Are you game?” “Absolutely!!” Zak and Ian returned to the bar with obvious boned up cocks bulging in their jeans. “I see you two got a little friendlier in there.” “Ian’s game. He’s going to join us.” “Sweet.” I reached for Ian’s package and grasped his hard dick while planting a long, wet kiss on his lips. “Damn, and an awesome kisser too.” We slammed our drinks, and the three of us left the bar. As we walked out the door my cock was already rock hard at the anticipation of filling Ian’s ass with toxic seed. Ian followed us home, and we made sure to not lose him in route. We both whipped our dicks out on the way home. Both our piss holes were already oozing precum as we stroked each other’s shafts. “Fuck, this is our first time tag teaming, Zeek.” “This is going to be so hot.” We offered Ian something to drink, but after one sip of our beer, the bottles sat on the coffee table. Zak grabbed Ian’s crotch, “Now where were we? Oh yeah.” Ian chuckled and unzipped his pants. Zak pulled Ian’s dick out and got on his knees. He held the tip of Ian’s cock in his mouth and downed Ian’s pissed. He saved the last mouthful and locked lips with me, sharing the Ian’s piss with me. I pulled Ian’s shirt off, and dropped mine to the floor, then began to make out with him on the sofa. Zak pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile on the floor. He knelt in front of Ian, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them from his trim body. Ian’s cock was fully erect, a good 8 inches, and leaking his nectar onto his abdomen. Zak wrapped his hand around the base of Ian’s shaft and licked up his sweet juice before slipping the full length of his meat across his tongue and down his throat. I unbuttoned my jeans and worked them to my ankles, and flipped them to the side. Ian stroked my throbbing meat while our lips remained locked, our tongues dancing together. Zak continued to deep throat Ian’s cock, and Ian grabbed Zak by the back of the head burying his dick even further into Zak’s mouth. Zak had unzipped his jeans letting his hard, poisonous monster out to stroke, but kept them buttoned to conceal his biohazard ink. After a few minutes he licked his finger and began working it between Ian’s legs massaging his tight hole. Ian quickly responded, lifting his legs and spreading his cheeks. Zak buried his face in Ian’s ass and licked and probed his hole, working his tongue inside. While Zak rimmed Ian, I engulfed Ian’s cock into my mouth. I could taste his sweet nectar on my tongue as it leaked from his piss hole. Zak worked a few fingers into Ian’s hole, teasing his cunt to open up then buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. Ian moaned and squirmed with pleasure as we worked his cock and massaged his sweet hole. “Fuck, you guys are so fucking hot. I love it.” I pulled Ian’s cock from my mouth, “There’s a lot more where that came from.” I nudged Zak, “Come on guys, let’s take this to the bedroom.” I led the guys down the hall to my bed. My cock was fully erect, anxious to seed our blonde twink. Zak wrapped his arms around Ian’s chest from behind, kissed him on neck, and ground his cock between his ass cheeks. He whispered into his ear, “Get on the bed on all fours. I want to fuck your ass.” Ian crawled on the bed with his ass at the edge for easy access. Zak knelt at the edge of the bed and again buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. He licked and fucked Ian with his tongue, lubing his cunt for his toxic cock. Ian arched his back and groaned with pleasure. I slipped onto the bed on my knees in front of Ian; my cock leaking its juices that I hoped was charged. Ian grasped my dick directing it toward his mouth. He licked the full length of my shaft then engulfed my cock down his throat to the base. Chills shot through my body. I grabbed our blonde twink by the head and slowly fucked his throat, making him gag from the tonsil probe. Zak fingered and rimmed Ian’s man hole, loosening him up. His hole puckered around Zak’s fingers, and Ian pushed against Zak’s hand, working his fingers deeper inside. Ian began to rock back and forth on Zak’s fingers. He was primed and ready to seed. “That’s it, boy. Open up. You’re ready for my cock.” Ian flipped my cock from his mouth, “Do you have condoms?” We prepared ahead of time for this. “Sure do.” I reached for my nightstand drawer and tossed a jacket to Zak then flipped a bottle of lube on the bed next to Zak. Zak stood at the edge of the bed behind Ian with his toxic precum dripping from his PA ring. Ian was mesmerized with the flames of ink down Zak’s shaft, “Fuck, yes, what a hot cock.” (Thinking to myself) Yeah, one hot, POZ cock. Zak tore the package open with his teeth and stretched the condom over his PA ring onto his cock head. Ian continued sucking my pole. Zak looked at me and grinned. He slipped the condom off his cock, unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Zak lubed up his shaft. He lined up the head of his monster to Ian’s cunt and pressed firmly against his hole. My shaft stiffened in Ian’s mouth at the sight of Zak’s biohazard tattoo and poisonous cock about to plow our unknowing, blonde twink. “Relax that cunt, boy. Let me in.” Zak grasped Ian by the hips and slowly worked the mouth of his monster into his manhole, drooling the first bit of toxic juice in his cunt. Ian gasped and groaned as Zak thrust farther inside, tearing his ass open. My cock flipped from Ian’s mouth, “Fuck it hurts.” “I’m about half way in, boy. Just relax, and let my shaft slide on in.” “Yes sir.” Zak again pushed on, further opening Ian up, then buried his cock balls deep inside his neg host. Ian tensed up in pain, “Fuck!!” “Damn, you’re so tight, boy. Feels incredible.” “Fuck, give me a sec. Hold on.” Ian slowly relaxed then began to ride Zak’s tool. “Fuck, so fucking hot,” as Zak began to thrust in and out of Ian. “God your cock feels good in me.” Ian’s hole begged for cock, and Zak pounded his ass hard and rough. He again devoured my cock in his mouth, working my pole, drinking up my precum. I pulled my cock from Ian’s mouth, “Suck my balls, boy.” “Yes sir.” Ian licked, then slipped both my balls into his mouth. My cock stiffened as I stroked my throbbing shaft. Ian sucked my balls for a bit then spit them out and stuck his tongue out at the head of my dick. I slapped my cock across his tongue then again fucked his face. Zak continued to plow our twink’s ass. “Fuck, boy, you’re going to push me over the edge. You have one sweet cunt.” “Fuck, shoot your load, Zak.” Zak asked, “You want me to cum, boy?” I nearly shot down Ian’s throat, knowing he was about to take a toxic load of jizz. I pulled my throbbing cock out of his mouth to save my cum for his sloppy hole. “Yes, fuck…..cum inside me.” “Are you sure?” “Fuck yes….shoot your load.” “You got it!!” Zak buried his cock deep in Ian’s hole. “Here it comes, pig.” “Fuck yes.” My eyes were fixed on Zak’s cock and biohazard tattoo. I stroked my shaft slowly, edging myself so close to cumming. Zak’s meat stiffened and throbbed as he started to fill Ian’s cunt with his venom. “Oh my God, I can feel you shooting in me. Fuck, yes.” Zak’s body jerked and he moaned and panted as he loaded Ian’s guts with his poz cream. Sweat ran down Zak’s face and chest. “So fucking sweet.” Zak pulled his still hard cock from Ian’s hole. The last few drops of toxic seed oozed from his piss hole, and Zak slammed back into his victim, working his seed deeper inside. He again pulled out and poz cream leaked from our twink’s cunt down his ball sack. Ian turned his head to look at Zak, “Fuck, did you just cum in me bare?” Zak replied, “Sorry, we prefer it raw. I couldn’t resist giving you my load.” Ian noticed the tattoo on Zak’s abdomen, “You’re poz??!!” Zak said, “Guess so, pig.” “Fuck, and you just shot in me?!!” “Tell me you didn’t love it. Tell me it’s not what you really wanted.” Ian sat on the bed with a stunned look on his face. His cock throbbed rock hard standing straight up. “Look at your cock, boy. Your cock is telling you the truth.” “Fuck.” Tears ran down his cheeks trying to wrap his brain around what this meant. “I can’t say I didn’t love it, but it’s poz cum.” “And it’s the freedom to be a total pig. Tell me you don’t want that.” “I can’t. Fuck!!!” “Tell me you don’t want more poz cum.” Ian’s cock stiffened and pulsed. “I can’t. I don’t get it. I should be furious, but the thought of your poz cum in me is turning me on.” Zak grinned, “Yeah, boy, you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Fuck……I do. Why is this such a turn on?” Zak leaned over and gave Ian a wet kiss burying his tongue in his mouth. My cock was rock hard watching Ian’s realization that he wanted this as much as we wanted to convert him. “Just go with it, Ian. You want it, just let go.” I asked, “Are you ready for another load of cum?” “Are you poz too?” “Not sure yet. Zak’s been seeding me good for about a month so you may get a poz load and you may not.” Ian’s cock stiffened hearing those words. He stroked his cock shaft. “I don’t want to resist this. It feels so good.” Ian got back on all fours, “Fuck, give it to me. I want it.” Zak grinned, “Fuck, yeah!! That’s it, go with it. Good boy!!” Zak crawled on the bed in front of Ian, and Ian licked up all his poz cream and ass juice from Zak’s meat. While Ian serviced Zak, cleaning his tool, I lubed my cock with spit and slid right into Ian’s gooey hole. My shaft glided right in all the way, working my partner’s toxic juices into Ian’s intestinal walls. Ian began to deep throat Zak’s cock, boning him up again for round two. I continued to plow Ian’s ass, “Fuck, I won’t last long. What a turn on knowing I’m working Zak’s poz seed in you. Ian mumbled with a full mouth, “Yes.” I pumped his ass a few more minutes as Zak thrust in and out of his throat slowly. It pushed me over the edge. “Here it comes, bitch. Take my cum.” I pulled out of Ian’s ass and shot the first rope of cum across his hole then slammed back in his gut shoving my seed inside. My cock continued to throb and shoot my seed in him. “Fuck, I hope you’re taking poz cum. Take it all.” I emptied my balls deep inside Ian. My cock slipped from his hole. A mixture of our seed tinged with pink oozed from his man hole. I slammed my tongue into his gaping cunt and lapped up our juices. Zak moved in behind me, “Are you ready for more of my poz cum, pig?” “Fuck yes. Fuck me.” I moved to the bed on my back and slipped under Ian to suck his boned up cock while Zak plowed into Ian’s wrecked hole. I stroked my shaft and sucked Ian’s hard cock. Zak pounded Ian’s cunt hard. “Work that seed in you, boy. We’re going to convert your ass tonight.” “Oh fuck, give me your poz load.” “You want it?” “Yes!” “Want to poz up, pig?” “Yes, give it to me.” “I’m getting close, pig. You’re going to get my toxic cum.” Ian’s dick was rock hard in my mouth. Ian exclaimed, “Oh fuck, I’m going to shoot!” His cock pulsed and began to shoot his creamy, neg, seed down my throat. “Here’s my second load, boy. Take that poz cum.” “Fuck yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust in Ian again and let out a wild moan. “Feel me shooting in you, pig? You’re getting my virus right now.” “Oh my God!! It feels incredible!!” Ian filled my mouth with a huge load of jizz, emptying his nuts into my belly. Zak pulled his cock from Ian’s worn out hole. “Keep that seed in you boy. Welcome to the club.” Before Ian left we gave him our phone numbers. Zak hugged him, “You have a sweet ass, boy. When you’re ready for more toxic seed, or your biohazard tattoo, give us a call. Zeek will probably be highly toxic soon too.” “I will. Tonight was amazing. Thanks guys.” Ian planted a kiss on both our lips then slipped out the door. Next……chapter 6 ASAP.

Any tops into using brushes on a faggots hole and causing bleeding? Have used small ones on myself but I’d love to be restrained and have them used more roughly on me. Have seen straight porn where a girl gets drill fucked with a hairbrush as a dildo. Would love that to be me with it in my ass instead!

I got off the plane nervous as hell. Not only was I a month and a half away from starting college in a city I’d never been to before, but I was also about to see my father for the first time in years. When I was 10 my parents divorced, more accurately my dad completely disappeared one day leaving only divorce papers. My mom never really talked about it but I think she had known it was coming and was fully willing. She never talked bad about my father to me but I had overheard her and her friends call him a faggot before and alude to him being gay. When I had been accepted to NYU I hadn’t really thought much of it. My mom had forced me to apply because of some vague connection my father had that could make it really cheap. Little did I know cheap meant a full ride, which was great because my stepdad had refused to let my mom spend any money on my college. That’s why I was meeting my dad again, the full ride didn’t include housing so I had to live with him. My mom had apparently still had a number of his and gave it to me to call. When I had my dad had been really excited to have me stay with him, acting as if we hadn’t not talked in nearly a decade. I had decided it would be good to move in a bit early so that I had time to adjust before classes started. As I walked towards baggage claim I saw a large bulky man, a few inches shorter than I was, which was most people since I was 6’2. He was incredibly thick with muscle wearing tight black jeans a black tank top and a leather jacket. He had a thick beard and a shaved head. The man walk up to me and hugged me “How are you son” he boomed “it feels like forever since I’ve last seen you” I realized that it’s man was my father, his face did look similar I just hadn’t seen it past the beard. The dad I had know was your average clean cut family man. “That’s because it has been” I mumbled “I guess it has” my dad chuckled “ well I already got your bag so let’s head to the Uber I got waiting” he said putting his arm around me as he lead me out. It was a long drive but on the way my dad began explaining where I would be living. “Well I don’t actually own the house, it’s my husbands, but with the prenup our assets are still separate” my dad explained to my shock. So my mom hadn’t been lying when she called him a faggot. “He’s out on business right now but should be home in a week or two I’m sure you’ll love him” “Hmm I bet” I said half heartedly. I didn’t know what I had expected but it wasn’t that my dad had abandoned his family to go be gay in New York. We soon pulled up in front of a large brownstone. “Nice place” I mumbled as we got out of the car. “Thanks I’m sure you’ll love it” my dad said as we walked inside. Once inside he took off his jacket, revealing that not only was he now totally covered in hair, but he was also covered in tattoos. He showed me up to the guest room where he left me to unpack. As I began unpacking I noticed that the last guest hadn’t taken everything with them, in one of the dresser drawers was a tiny pink thong. Too scared to touch it I just left it be. I noticed some other things had been forgotten too, a small brown vial and a small black pouch. I looked at the vial but the label had clearly been ripped off. I tried to smell it and was hit with a strong chemical odor that made me feel light headed. It smelt kinda good in a weird way like sharpies and as I kept sniffing it I felt myself warm up a little a get kinda horny. I ran up and locked the door before I striped naked and began stroking my cock while sniffing the vial. I began to wonder what was in the pouch and when I opened it I saw a small metal teardrop with a gem sticking out a rod from the thick part. It was cover in something, I tried smelling it but the chemical smell was stuck in my nose so instead I licked it. It tasted amazing and I soon popped the entire thing in my mouth, sucking it like a ring pop. Soon after I started sucking it I felt something in my ass, almost like an itch from the inside. I reached down with one finger to feel and was shocked when it slipped straight into my asshole. As I pulled it out a ripple ran through my body that felt amazing. I had the urge for something more substantial than a finger and remembered the metal thing in my mouth. As I huffed th vial I took the metal teardrop towards my asshole. As I pushed it against my ring I felt ripples of pleasure until all at once it popped in sending a shockwave through me that made me cum immediately.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

I have an uncut dick but without an excessively long foreskin - when my cock is hard my foreskin will only cover half of my cock head if you stretch it, but I love feeling a tongue teasing it as my cock grows longer and harder.

lol well if you want a quick 2pt bump, get up right now, head to the office toilet, slip off your undies and free ball it back to your desk like a slut 😜 10pts if you lick the toilet rim while your in there 🐷

The only thing safer than a U+ is a Neg on PrEP guy.

Heading to Belgium for Darklands! Will be a blindfolded mare taking all loads none refused at the Horse Market on Saturday. In addition, I’ll be at all four circuit parties, and a few masterclasses, including Hypno, Chemsex, Master/Slave Relationships, and Communicating Kinks.

if the person is honest with you about their +U status go for it ive been plying with my good friend who is +U for four years. our first session was with rubber and i was on prer, second was bare and i was still on prep with him, after 6 months and getting to know eah other, i stopped taking prep anymor whenn i play with him and its still bare even after a very rough session and my arse bleeding he's been shooting inside my hole this whole time and im still neg its about trust, and honestly guys with hiv+ are super to play with, best sex so far in my books

I am planning to visit in Dec. Hopefully there are nice beefy asses to breed.

Here's a short quickie chapters. Sometimes a short quickie is all we need. Part 15 I didn't see Colt the next day or night. He told me he had several dates lined up as he hadn't been paying attention to his fans recently, blaming me of course, and there were a bunch of men waiting to use his teenage cumdump hole. I was surprised that I found myself to be a little jealous. Of course he had told me from the beginning he wouldn't be monogamous. And I wasn't jealous about other men fucking him, I was jealous because I wouldn't be there, I wouldn't be a part of it. I really enjoyed watching Colt get used. But I just had to accept that this is how it was going to be. I wouldn't always be there. I had smoked some weed to help me get my mind off of Colt and was able to drift off to sleep. At 3:30 in the morning I was woken up by Colt crawling into my bed. He had a key to our house, of course, and had snuck in. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, startled to see him. "I missed you baby." He said kissing me. "And I'm horny as fuck!" "What do you mean? Didn't you just spend the day and night getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Yes." He said. "17 loads in my cunt." He said taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. I could feel his caged cock under his jeans. He giggled. "I locked myself up this morning. I didn't want to cum all day. I only wanted to cum with you in my pussy." He quickly stripped and grabbed me, rubbing our naked bodies together. He reeked of sex and cum. "17 loads huh?" I asked. "You were certainly a busy little whore today." I said as my cock sprung to attention. "Uh-huh." He mumbled into my mouth as he kissed me. "But I want at least one more in me baby. Yours." He whispered into my ear. "You wanna add your load into daddy's fucked out pussy?" "Who you calling daddy?" I asked, taking the dominate role. "I only see a nasty pig boy slave who needs another man's big cock up in his slutty, sloppy hole." "Yes Sir!" Smiled Colt, assuming his role. "That's better whore. Now show me your nasty cunt. Show your Master your disgusting cumhole." I ordered him. He quickly complied , throwing his legs in the air and pulling out his buttplug. I salivated at the sight of his rosebud. He was gaping open and it shone a bright red in the lamplight. "Push it out whore. I want to see it!" He pushed and it looked like a little flower blooming as his insides pushed past his sphincter. Cum leaked out of it. I couldn't resist and planted my mouth on the bud before me. I sucked and nibbled on his intestines while he moaned in ecstasy. "Push out whore!" I ordered him. "I wanna see those nasty loads come out of your filthy pig hole." He didn't say a word as his hole pulsed and a big gob of cum poured out. I managed to catch it in my hand and I reached up and slapped Colt across the face with it. It splattered a bit and I rubbed it into his face and hair. Then I dove back down onto his hole. "Keep pushing it out!" I mumbled as I ate his hole. He pushed harder and I felt more of his insides pass my lips as cum flowed into my mouth. My cock throbbed as I took these strangers loads from my bitches used hole, took these loads from him that he had worked so hard for and was so proud of. When I felt I had taken from him all I could, I pulled my mouth off his hole and replaced it with my cock. I slid into his hot, velvety hole, groaning. I didn't know which I liked better, his tight hole when he hadn't been fucked recently, or his fucked out sloppy chute that he had just given up for anyone that wanted it. I liked them both. As I started fucking him, I spit all the jizz I had in my mouth right in the middle of his face, hitting him square on the nose. It splattered and some hit him in the eye, the rest running down his cheeks. "There's your precious loads." I growled, spitting on him a couple more times. "You are such a filthy whore you don't deserve to keep those loads inside you. They're where they belong, on your nasty pig slut face!" "Yes Sir!" He moaned as he licked off what he could reach around his mouth. "Look at you pig." I laughed. "So desperate for cum." "Yes Sir, I am!" He panted. "Well, here comes another one for you whore." I announced as I started pumping my load into Colt. I had been so horny all day thinking of Colt out getting fucked, and hadn't even jerked off. I had wanted to save it for him. So it only took a little bit of thrusting before I was shooting off. But that was ok. I had at least one more good load in me. Maybe two! My cock didn't even go soft and I was fucking Colt again. "Please Sir." He started begging. "Please what, slave boy?" I asked. "Please take the cage off Sir. I wanna cum so bad!" He whined. "Oh, do you?" I teased. "Does my little slave boy wanna cum? Does the pathic whore thinks he deserves it?" "Yes Sir. Oh please." He continued. "I was a good boy and saved my load for you Master. I wanted to come so bad all day, but I didn't." "Tell you what, slave. You can cum, but only with the cage on. And you had better cum before I do, because if you don't, you will wear it all week!" I snarled. "Yes Sir. Please fuck me real good and make your slave cum!" He begged me harder. I just looked at him and pulled out. He whimpered a bit at being empty and so horny. But I didn't leave him empty for long. Just long enough to grab some nipple clamps and attach them. Then I slid back in. "So, tell me about your day, whore. You took 17 loads, were they all from different men?" "No Sir." He panted. "14 men. 3 came twice." "Start from the beginning. Tell me about everyone." Colt began his story, telling me about every man he hooked up with today. There were all kinds. Old men, fat men, ugly men, and he spread his legs for each and everyone like a true cumdump. My dick throbbed in him as he told me about all their different cocks. Even though I hadn't been there to watch, just hearing him talk about it all got me so worked up. Listening to him tell me about what a whore he is brought me to the edge. "I'm getting close bitch. Are you ready to cum for Master?" I asked him. "I'm so close Sir! Oh God I'm close!" I pounded that special spot inside him that I knew so well. That perfect prostate spot. He started whimpering and moaning, and I doubled down on my thrusts to that spot. Soon he grabbed me and held me tight as his whole body started shaking. Then he started crying out, muffling his sounds into my shoulder as his caged cock erupted. I reached between our chests and grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and ripped them off. Colt let out a muffled scream of pain and that triggered my second orgasm. I buried myself in him and unloaded another huge load into his sloppy, jock cunt. After we had come down from our high, I made him lick my belly clean of his stickiness. Then I licked his belly clean and we kissed, savouring the taste of his sweet cum between us. "Can you remove the cage now?" He asked when we had finished. "Can I remove the cage what?" I corrected him. "Can you please remove the cage now, Sir?" He replied. I thought about it for a moment. "You know, I don't think so slave. I believe I have to get even for a certain very embarrassing hickey. You'll wear it all week after all." I decided. "Now shut up and go to sleep." I ordered him as I shut off the light, rolling over. "Yes Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." He replied softly as he snuggled into me, spooning. He placed his hand on my cock and held it as we drifted off. "I love you." He whispered in my ear before he started snoring.

Part 13 We skipped school on Monday. Obviously neither of us were in any shape to go. We had parked our trucks in different places away from our houses so we could spend the day undisturbed at my house. We'd sneak out later and get our trucks and go home again. Our parents would be none the wiser. As we layed together in my bed, snuggling, my hands freely explored Colt's welted body. I knew it was causing him some discomfort, especially the soles of his feet when he walked. "Is it really still uncomfortable for you?" I asked him as I rubbed his welted chest, feeling the heat that was still coming off of it. "Mostly only when you rub it." He answered me grinning. "Oh man, I'm sorry!" I said as I pulled my hand away. "Don't be." He replied as he grabbed my wrist and put it back on his chest. "I like it. The pain makes me think about you, and how much you enjoyed watching me suffer, and how happy it made me to please you." "You fucking pervert." I whispered as I kissed him deeply. "Uh-huh." He said into my mouth as he enthusiastically nodded his head. Then he took my hand and placed it on the one thing I loved on this Earth more than Colt himself. His big, hard, throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around it as I worked my way down his chest. I stroked him as my tongue bathed his welts with my saliva. I let out a soft groan as I licked him, seeing visions of his bull like body being beat and marked. Eventually my mouth reached his his dick and I swallowed his monster in one, slow movement. He groaned his approval. "Oh yeah baby, that's it. Suck your brothers big dick. That's a good little bitch. Make your brother feel good. Oh yeah......." I hit the poppers he held under my nose as I deep throated him over and over, loving the sensation of his fat cock stretching out my throat. I had it buried in me fully and Colt was holding me tight into his crotch when we heard it. The back door opening and slamming shut. In our surprise, Colt released my head and I pulled off sputtering. "Oh shit!" I coughed, spit running out of my mouth. "Someone's home!" Colt just covered my mouth with his big ole paw. "Shhhhhh!" They don't know we're here!" He admonished me. I just looked at him with panicked eyes. Although, I'm not sure why I was panicking. My parents respected the sanctity of my bedroom. I'm sure we were safe. Then I heard my dad's voice. "Get over here you little slut!" I heard him bellow as I heard a female voice giggle. "That's right, big daddy." I heard a woman say. "I'm your horny little slut! And I need my big daddy's cock in my hungry pussy." "Shit!" I whispered, pulling Colt's hand from my mouth. "That's not my mom!" I could feel my eyes start to fill with tears. Colt just chuckled a bit. I stood up, feeling the anger welling inside me. "It's not funny Colt. He's fucking cheating on my mom!" Quick as a flash Colt grabbed me and threw me on my back on the bed, smothering my body with his and covering my mouth. "Now you just shut the fuck up and listen to me!" He loudly whispered into my ear. "So your dad's fucking another chick. BIG DEAL. You're a dirty cock sucking meth whore who loves cock and cum up his ass! We all have our secrets! Now keep quiet before he comes in here and busts us both!" I pondered this for a moment knowing Colt was right, as he always was. I pulled his hand from my mouth. "You're right." I conceded. "You're always right. I'm sorry." "I'm sorry what, bitch?" He asked, staring straight into my soul. "I'm sorry, Sir." I replied, knowing what he wanted to hear. "That's better baby." He said, as he ground his hard-on into me. I could hear them in his private den, which happened to be right next to my room. They were laughing and giggling, then I heard a loud slap followed by a louder squeel. "You like that you little slut?" I heard my dad shout followed by more slaps and squeels. "Does daddy's nasty little slut like getting spanked? Is daddy's slut a bad little girl?" "Oh yes daddy!" I heard the girl whine. "Spank my bad little ass before you give me your big dick!" This was followed by a barrage of spanks and squeels. I looked at Colt's face and his eyes were closed with a look of pure ecstasy and he was softly groaning as he ground his hard cock even harder into me. Without even looking, he grabbed the lube from out of the night table and lubed up his cock. "Are you ready for daddy's cock, slut?" I heard my dad growel. "You want daddy's big cock in your tight, wet pussy?" "Yes daddy!" She whined. "Give it too me!" This was followed by a long, loud squeel as my old man sunk his cock into her. "Spread your legs bitch!" I heard Colt groan into my ear. "Come on, spread your legs for daddy you little slut. Let daddy into your tight wet pussy." As if in a trance, I spread my legs wide, giving Colt full access to my hole. He placed his mighty cockhead right at my entrance and pushed himself into me. I had to bite into his shoulder to stop from crying out loud as he stretched my poor, battered hole. "That's a goooood little slut." He cooed into my ear. "Take your daddy's big cock you little bitch." Colt began to fuck me and it took everything I had not to cry out in pain and pleasure. I could hear my dad in the next room as he pounded his bitch while Colt pounded HIS bitch. The woman continued to squeel each time my old man pounded it into her. Soon, Colt was matching their rhythm perfectly and I was letting out little squeels to exactly match my dad's bitches squeels. "Take your daddy's cock you fucking slut!" I heard my dad shout. "Take my big daddy cock in your sweet tight pussy!" "Yes daddy! Fuck me daddy!" I heard the woman scream. "Fuck my little pussy hard daddy!" "Take your daddy's cock you fucking slut!" Colt repeated into my ear. "Take my big daddy cock in your sweet tight pussy!" "Oh God daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little bitches tight pussy hard!" I moaned into Colt's ear, losing all my senses into the heat of the moment. As soon as I called Colt daddy he lost all control and started slamming into me. He growled as he bit into my neck and sucked hard, fucking me with an animalistic fury. At this point, whatever was happening in the other room was lost to us. "Fuck me daddy!" I softly cried into his ear. "Fuck my pussy daddy! Fuck your little slut with that big daddy cock. Give it to me!" I whined. "Yes that's right!" Grunted Colt. "Takes daddy's cock you slut! Your daddy's slutty little pussy. You love daddy's cock buried in you don't you bitch? You love being daddy's little whore! Taking my big daddy cock deep inside you, you fucking cunt!" "I love your cock daddy!" I panted. "Fuck me harder daddy! FUCK ME!" Colt and I clung to each other as he pounded me with his daddy dick. We were grunting and sweating like pigs before I became aware of my real dad again in the next room when he started shouting, "I'm gonna cum slut! I'm gonna flood your cunt with my big daddy load. Are you ready whore?" "Yes daddy!" She squeeled. "Give me your load daddy. Fucking cum in me!" I didn't even wait for Colt's next response. I instantly started begging. "Cum in me daddy! I want your load in my pussy. Give me your big daddy load in my tight pussy!" Colt went stiff as he buried himself in me and I could hear my dad roar as he unloaded himself into his bitch as Colt pumped me full of his big daddy sperm. My own cock shot off between us as the three of us came simultaneously. "Oooooohhhhh fuuuuuuck." Colt groaned as he throbbed deep inside me. "Take daddies cum you fucking slut!" He panted as he collapsed on me. We layed there, not moving a muscle as we listened to my dad and his bitch clean up and get out of there. When they finally left, Colt rolled off of me. "Well." He said, laughing. "THAT was unexpected." "Yea you fuck face!" I teasingly said, lightly slapping him. "You could have gotten us caught!" "Well now," he mocked me, "you and your slutty little hole didn't seem to be to opposed to daddy's big ole dick now were you?" "Fuck you, 'daddy'." I said, laughing at him. "Hang on." He said, jumping out of bed. "I wanna check something." I watched his white muscle ass as he left the room. He returned a few seconds later dangling a used condom that was filled with a copious load. "Looks like your old man ain't quite so stupid. At least he's not gonna knock up some dumb cunt." He ran it over his nose. "Mmmm. Smells like fresh pussy." "Gross." I said, laughing lightly. "That was just on my dad's cock." "I know bitch." He said as he jumped on the bed and straddled my chest. I just layed there, immobile as I watched him seductively rub the condom up his chest to his face. He tilted his head back, and I watched in silence as he carefully poured the contents into his mouth. I stared at him as I watched my father's cum drip into his open mouth until the condom was empty. Then, without ever removing his eyes from mine, he bent down and placed his lips against mine. He wormed his tongue between my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth. My father's cum poured from his mouth and into mine. But instead of being disgusted, I was turned on by this perverse act and my dick got hard again. Colt just spread my legs apart with his knees, and slid his rock hard cock back inside me. I moaned into his mouth as we shared my dad's cum between us and he started fucking me again. Eventually, there was no more cum to share. He pulled his mouth off of mine and whispered into my ear. "One day slut, it will be your real daddy dumping his cum into your hungry pussy." "Yes daddy." I simply replied as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, ready for another pounding. "That's my piggy." He groaned. "That's my good little slutty meth whore piggy." I just sighed as he said those things to me.

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(Thanks for the feedback. I've adjusted some parts of Part 2 accordingly.) Part 2: Like I said, a few weeks later I got an unexpected call from the kid I met in the park bathroom, whose name I learned was Damon. Unsurprisingly, he had been freaked out by what we had done together, but he had jacked off so much thinking about it that he decided he had to see me again. I was impressed by the fact that he didn’t ask any of the obvious kid questions, like what my status was. Maybe not knowing made him feel better about it. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said that he loved not just fucking with me but also the way I controlled him, played with his limits. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about not using condoms, but he wanted to see what I had to offer and was wondering if I would be willing to respect that one limit. I told him we should meet in person to talk it out. We decided to meet again at the park outside the bathrooms in a few days, go for a walk, talk about what he was looking for. I wasn’t really willing to waste my time if he didn’t have any idea what he wanted, but if the kid impressed me again I’d be willing to play around with him on a regular basis, maybe even get a regular BDSM thing going. I was very specific about what I wanted him to wear: shorts, a jock-strap, tee shirt and baseball cap. I love the wholesome, all-American white boy thing. I said that we probably wouldn’t even hook up, but if he was going to be my sub boy he needed to learn how to start taking orders. I also told him that he was not to masturbate at all before I saw him. He agreed, and a few days later he was on time for our meeting and we went for a walk in the park together. He immediately whined about how horny he was, and asked if we could step into the bathroom to take care of it. I just calmly told him no, that today was about figuring out what kinds of limits he was looking to explore and we were just going to talk. As we were walking he kept making unsubtle grabbing movements at his crotch and at mine, which I pushed away. Kids tend not to have any control like that. He explained that he was wanting to find a regular relationship with a dom guy who could show him the ropes of how to be a good sub, basically play slave once or twice a week when I was free and he wasn’t in school. I asked him what his fantasies were, and he reported that he loved bottoming but hadn’t gotten much chance to do it. He said that ever since we had hung out he had fantasies of me pissing on him and humiliating him in public, of tying him up somewhere outdoors and fucking him while he was helpless. No real bondage experience. I brought up the condoms, and he said that he didn’t want to risk his HIV status but that when he had gotten home after our tryst he had been so turned on by all the cum he could feel in his ass that he had fucked himself with a dildo using the cum as lube and that he came two more times thinking about what we had done. Figuring that deserved a reward, I stopped, smiled at him, gave him a full kiss on the lips and said, “good boy.” He made a sort of desperate, high pitched sounds then, maybe half whine, half grunt. Since there wasn’t anybody around, I pushed his face down to my crotch and told him to lick and kiss the bulge in my pants, which he did with abandon. Then I pulled him up and told him to keep walking with me. Turns out he lived about a twenty minute walk away from the park, and he had to cross some fairly minor streets in order to get there. He said that he lived with a straight roommate, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything at his house; I would have to host everything. I asked him if his roommate was home now, and he said he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I grunted, making a note to set up at least a few activities at his place, but just kept walking. Finally, we agreed to meet every Sunday and Thursday night for now, and that we would see how it went. That left two days before Thursday evening. I told him I was heading home, and he pleaded with me that he needed to cum before Thursday or he might explode. Judging by the expression on his face, he might have been right. I decided that he needed to prove himself to me, so I told him that while he was my boy he could only cum with my permission, and that he was not even to masturbate unless I expressly gave him permission. I told him that he was also not to do anything sexual with anyone else unless I gave him permission, or our little arrangement would be over, even on our off days. If he really wanted to mess around with me, he needed to make a commitment to being my sex slave. He looked pained, but agreed readily enough. Since he had already followed my rules by not cumming yet, I agreed to a concession. “You can cum this afternoon and this afternoon only, but on two conditions. You have to get someone from the toilet to fuck you first, and that person has to cum inside you when they cum. Yes, you can use a condom. If you want to cum again, you have to find someone else to fuck you and cum inside.” He looked almost a bit hurt at that. “But don’t you want to fuck me?” I smiled big at him and said, “Oh, I will.” Then I gave him a big, sloppy farewell kiss and agreed to meet him at my place at 6pm on Thursday. As a parting thought I told him, “Save any condoms you use in your fridge and bring them. Oh, and show up wearing the same thing.” I went home and made some plans. When Thursday came around, he showed up looking cute as hell in his outfit, and I was more than ready to take advantage. He also brought two cold condoms still slick with cum. I asked him how it went, and he said that he had been freaked out by asking the guys to cum inside him but that it had also been hot. Good boy. I set them aside for now and told him that for the first several weeks he would still be proving whether he was worth the effort of being my slave, so his first job was to suck me off while I watched the end of a baseball game and drank a few beers. No matter what happened, no matter how tired he got, he was to keep sucking until I told him not to. I made him go like this for about half an hour, after which I figured that was enough torture for the kid. Periodically I would pull my dick out of his mouth and slap his face a few times, but mostly I just ignored him. Basically I was trying to let him know that he was not going to be my constant center of attention, but he handled that pretty well. After that, I stood him up and had him do his constitutionals in my bathroom, which had all the necessary amenities. I told him to come out wearing his jock strap and nothing else. He did, looking like only a smooth twenty-something in a jock strap can. I kissed him on the lips, then without warning grabbed him under his jaw and pushed him as hard as I dared against the wall. Making sure to convey the dead seriousness in my voice, I told him, “last chance to leave, faggot.” He looked kind of scared, but just nodded his head from side to side. “Then get your ass in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed.” He raced to obey my command, a quality I like in a slave. I had my full set of restraints prepared and set to the side, so when he laid down I bound him up spread eagled on the bed and made sure there was no room to move except for his head, slightly. Then I started taking off all of my clothing, and as I did I taunted him. “You dumb faggot. You realize what you’ve gotten yourself into? You know what I can do to you in this position? What’s to stop me from fucking you bareback and putting a craigslist ad out for every diseased faggot out there to take a turn? You think you can stop me like this?” Looking genuinely scared, he said, “Please, no sir. I just wanted to have fun with you. Please just not that.” I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his hole. “Why not? Don’t you want my dick inside of you again? How many times did you get off playing with that dildo and my jizz?” I bent down to start eating out his sweet, smooth ass. He shuddered, but said, “Please don’t. I know I can’t stop you, just please don’t.” I slapped his ass hard and yelled at him: “Stupid faggot! When I ask you a question you fucking answer it. How many times?” “Two, sir.” I brought my dick back to his hole. “And you’re telling me there’s no part of you that doesn’t want it again? Tell me boy, and you better answer my fucking question, what does your inner slut want me to do right now?” Trembling now, he said, “My, um, inner slut wants you to fuck me, sir.” “And where does your slut want me to cum?” “Inside me, sir.” Now he sounded deflated. I slapped his ass with the full force of my hand behind it, instantly raising a red hand mark and bringing a surprised howl from him. “You haven’t earned my cum yet, bitch! Your ass still isn’t worthy of it. Tell you what, why don’t we open that shit up a little?” I pulled out a couple of progressively larger dildos, nothing huge, but enough to give him a good ass workout. I held each one up for him and explained his situation. “I’m going to give you one choice, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass with these dildos; that’s happening no matter what.” Then I showed him a bottle I had prepared just after he arrived. “See this? This is the jizz from those condoms you saved, plus I got a few of my friends to contribute as well. You can choose to use this as your lube, or you can choose not to when I fuck you with these dildos. Either way, it’s the only lube you’re going to get!” His eyes went insanely wide, and he looked on the border of panic. I leaned forward to nibble his neck and ear, and whispered to him, “the time and the fridge will have killed anything you could catch. You just have to make a choice, papi.” Strictly speaking, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I would assume it must be pretty safe. Thinking over his options and what it would be like to have the dildos in dry, he made the sane choice and chose the “lube.” I prepped a popper rag under his face, telling him to breath into it when he needed to. The I made sure to put a thin coating of jizz on the smallest dildo within his line of sight, told him to take a hit of the poppers, and slowly popped it past his ring into his ass. He started whimpering again, really his most annoying trait, so I added a ball gag while leaving the dildo in him. His ass opened up quickly, so I moved on to the next dildo, making sure to repeat the ritual of lubing it in front of him. He took another deep hit, and with this dildo I noticed that he almost imperceptibly began moving up and down on it, within the confines of the restraint. “Look at you, you little whore. I’m fucking you with the jizz of strange men, and you’re fucking enjoying it! No wonder you were begging for the load of stranger in a toilet when I first met you. And you have the nerve to ask me for a fucking condom?” By the next dildo his reservations had been mostly removed. Again, I guess he figured what was done was done. I was getting a little rough with the dildos, kind of tearing him up with them. “Wanna guess how many different men’s cum you have in your ass right now? Working its way into your ass walls, making its way into your blood stream. What do you think you’ll tell the counselor the next time you get an HIV test? That you’ve just given up and decided to be the whore you were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, faggot?” He groaned and continued to move up and down on the dildo. Finally I took the last one out. I pulled out a turkey baster and used it to suck up the remaining cum from the bottle in front of him. “Open up, cunt!” And with that, I deposited the rest of the jizz directly in his ass. He was bucking up and down, still high on poppers and desperate for something to fill him. I stepped in front of him, mockingly rolled on a condom and then climbed on top of him. Here I decided to take off the ball gag, because I love making him beg for it. “You want my dick?” “Please, yes sir, please, I need your dick?” “You want me to fuck all that strange cum inside your ass?” “You said it’s safe.” “You want me to use a condom?” “…Yes, sir.” This time he didn’t sound at all certain, but I plunged inside him with it on anyway. Since I had already warmed him up on the dildos, I didn’t start off gentle this time. Besides, he was good on the poppers and was enjoying himself like hell now that he finally had a real dick inside him. “Oh yes, sir, I’m your fucking whore, please use me, use my pathetic faggot ass, grind that cum inside me!” “What do you want from me, papi?” “I want your dick inside me! I want you to give me your spit and your piss! I want you to humiliate me like the worthless bitch I am! Please just fuck me!” Now I was pounding the shit out of him. Egging him on. “Keep going, boy. Tell me what you want!” “I want you to tie me up and have strange men gang bang me while I’m helpless to do anything. I want you to take pictures of my worthless ass full of cum and send it out to all of my friends. I want you to charge strangers money to fuck me!” “Ugh, I’m fucking you, baby!” “Yeah, fuck me bareback! Give me your load!” Up to this point the boy had been caught up in just saying the words that were turning him and me on, but as soon as he said these ones, he knew the game had just changed. “Um, I mean…” I stopped fucking him and pulled out. He started to beg me again, in that way that bottoms do when they’re close or just desperate. Ignoring him, I walked around in front of him and tore off the condom, and had him suck me for a bit, mostly to shut him up. Then I looked into his eyes, and played my final card. “One more choice, boy. Either I untie you right now, you go home, and I never see you again. Or I fuck you bareback. And I cum inside. And we never talk about using condoms between us again.” “Uh, shit, I don’t know man, I mean, it’s not really worth it.” I moved around to eating his ass again, and he moaned softly. My hands massaged his back and his ass, and I felt him rise up to meet me. Not missing the beat, I positioned my cock over his hole again and decided to make the choice simple. “Last chance to tell me no. If I start fucking you, I’m not stopping. You wanna be my boy, baby?” “Shiiiiiiiiiit…” I pressed forward, popping past his sphincter and gliding inside him. He was loose and wet now, and he felt amazing. “That’s it, baby. I’m inside you now. I’m going to show you how fucking amazing it can feel.” I fucked him for a good half hour after that, till his ass was dead sore and even my dick was starting to feel a little chafed. At first he didn’t say anything; then he just moaned, “yeah, yeah,” softly. Towards the end I started taunting him again, and this time he rose to it. “Yeah, breed me baby. I want your load inside me, give me your load, baby.” Hearing this kid who had been a condom-nazi two weeks before beg me like that was sending me over the edge. “Little whore doesn’t even have the balls to fight back against the guy who’s breeding him. Fight back, little whore. I’m about to knock you up. Beg me not to cum inside you.” Sensing the game, he screamed, “No, don’t cum inside me, please don’t knock me up!” “It’s! Too! Fucking! Late!” Once again, my dick went off like a Fourth of July firework. I came so hard inside him that it actually kind of hurt, like when you have blue balls. When I nudged up against him, my cock still inside, I realized he was crying. Realizing that he was going through something more than words, I pulled off and untied him, rather expecting him to fly out. Much like the first time we met, he curled up against me and buried his face in my chest. I’m not much for these kinds of displays, especially during sex, but it was…endearing. Like he literally couldn’t handle the intensity of what we had done. I held him for about twenty minutes, letting him get it out. Afterwards I asked, not unkindly, “any regrets?” “No sir.” “Good boy.” I took him into the shower to get cleaned up, but he had a raging erection to be taken care of, so I told him to kneel in the shower and open his mouth while he jacked off. I aimed the stream of piss straight for his mouth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the taste, but soon he was lapping it up while he jacked off with one hand and played with his ass with the other. After I was finished pissing I knelt down to play with his ass while he shot an explosive load of cum all over himself and my tile. We showered, and I drove him back to his place afterwards. “So, am I seeing you this Sunday?” He smiled, replying “See you Sunday.”