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Once again, thanks for all the feedback and responses. You all have no idea how nice it is to get input from other people. Same with the support from those who understand how writing on here can get sometimes. As for those not into smoking, I get it. Once I am done writing this story, I will try and make a modified version without it if I get enough people wanting it. It's not everyone's cup of tea as it were, however, I also write for another site dedicated solely to that fetish. As it stands right now, I just don't have enough time to write two separate versions. Anyway, this update is the longest one yet at over 3200 words, and almost 8500 words total for the story so far. Kudos to anyone who can guess what's going on at the end of it. I hope you all enjoy. -------- Part 4: Descent into Madness Mike slowly led around the club, stopping occasionally to chat with random guys, whispering things to them or smacking their asses. I stood back, only barely feeling awkward as I continued taking regular inhales on the red in my mouth. I was amazed at the number of smokers in the club; nearly every single guy was smoking. Random guys walking past, puffing away on cigarettes or cigars. A few even would give me a nod or even cop the occasional feel. After a while, I finished the cigarette, dropped it to the ground, and crushed it out as I had seen many of the other guys doing. Finally, we made our way back to the locker room. I looked at Mike quizically, only getting a smile from him before he led me to his locker. “Got to get some more stuff from my locker, pig,” he said, as we walked over to the opposite side of the locker room. Rounding the corner, I suddenly had to stop in my tracks. Fuck. Not two lockers away from Mike’s was what had to be both my worst nightmare and best dream. Christopher Greyson. We shared three classes at the community college, and he always to me came off as kind of a slacker, mostly a frat boy douchebag, and until this moment, very much straight. He stood well over 6 foot tall, with jet black hair, warm brown eyes, a full beard, muscled, and with his always present backward baseball cap. I was amazed, honestly. He had a body to die for and was hands down the most popular guy in the school. Although I knew he had a few tattoos, which would stick out from the sleeves of his t-shirts in class, I was impressed at how many he had all over his body, with quite a few peeking out from under the top of his still-present jeans. This frankly annoying asshole was honestly everything I strove to be, and the main character in more than a few of my jerkoff fantasies. For the last two months, he’d been a royal pain in my ass, as we were stuck in a group Econ project together. The bastard was notorious for not showing up to group meetings, tended to be a bit of an asshole whenever someone asked him someone, and yet somehow he was near the top of the class with me. It was people like him who annoyed me the most in class, able to skirt by with the minimum and still excel. Whereas I had to put in a real effort to get to the top of the class. I was snapped back to reality as Mike turned around, let out a quick whistle, and pointed to the bench in front of him. “Oy, pig,” he said, looking at me and then back down at the bench, “Take a seat for a few minutes.” Nervously, I walked over and took a seat, accepting the red he was holding out, and took a deep inhale as he lit it. He then turned around and began rummaging around in the locker, grabbing different things and putting them in a small leather knapsack, his body hiding everything from view. I sat there in silence, smoking as I took the occasional peek at Chris. I jumped as Mike suddenly broke the silence. “See you made it out tonight, fucker,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. At first, I was confused, not understanding what he meant by what he said. That was until Chris suddenly replied. “Fuck yeah, been waiting all month for this,” Chris replied, his deep voice ringing out. How does he know Mike, I wondered to myself, my mind truly blank as to how this would be. Chris is straight, or I thought he was. And yet, here he is, in a gay sex club, talking with the man who had just pissed down my throat like they did this every week. “Heh, I see you once again got the freshest piece of meat,” Chris continued, looking over at me. Surely, he didn’t recognize me, even if we were in the same group. Or rather, shared three classes. “Was practically drooling over me, bud,” Mike replied, lighting up another red as he casually started jacking his cock, “Great cock sucker and piss guzzler.” “Nice, hot fuck from the sound of it,” Chris said, looking at me with a slight smirk as the two of them kept talking, almost as if I were a piece of furniture. I had to admit I’d rather him treating me like that instead of him recognizing me. The thought of someone from my regular life seeing me like this was not something I imagined in my fantasies. Part of me suddenly even wished I were dreaming. To have Chris fucking Greyson be here… I wasn’t sure how I felt. “Pig wants the full experience,” Mike continued, blowing out a cloud of smoke at Chris, “Practically a smoke virgin. Decided he wants everything. Ass gaped, dripping with cum.” “Damn, that IS hot,” Joey replied, rubbing his dick through his jeans for a moment before reaching into the locker and pulling out a leather harness, “I’m guessing anyone can have a crack at him tonight?” “I get first dibs on his ass,” Mike said, taking another drag on his cigarette, “But yeah, this pig is gonna take a load from everyone here tonight. But I suppose if you wanted, you could keep him company and sample his mouth before that happens, I'd be willing to share just this once.” “Oh?” Chris asked, a grin breaking out on his face as I involunarily let out a gulp, almost dropping the cigarette out of my mouth as I head what Mike suggested. “Yeah, got an errand to run for a second,” Mike answered, “And I got a favor to ask you in exchange too.” With that, I couldn’t hear anything as Mike leaned in and whispered to Chris for what felt like forever. I could only stare, watching as whatever Mike was saying to Chris caused him to grin and look down at me on the bench. Chris whispered something back, and Mike then turned to me. “Pig boy,” he said, running his hand through my hair as he pulled my already spent cigarette out of my mouth, “I expect you to take really good care of Chris here.” I could only nod, inwardly thankful he was only referring to me as random titles and not my real name. Chris would definitely recognize me if he did. “I want you to get a load of his thick cum down your gullet by the time I get back,” Mike said, gripping my hair tight in his hand as he spoke, “If I come back and his balls aren’t drained, then you’ll have shown me you aren’t ready for everything this place has to offer. Understood?” I nodded silently, and Mike released my hair. “Good boy,” he said, turning back to Chris, “Want anything before I go?” Chris thought for a second before replying. “Hmm, you got any of those Ogres left,” Chris asked, his attention now on securing the leather harness to his body, “That one the other day was amazing.” “You know it, you sexy little fuck,” Mike growled, turning back to his locker and pulling out a large green and brown cigar, “Already prepped. Need a light?” Grabbing the cigar, Chris ran it under his nose, inhaling deeply. “Nah,” he said, smiling as he reached into his own locker and pulled out a rather complex-looking lighter, “Thanks, Uncle.” Mike nodded and turned around, walking away. It took a second for my brain to process the last thing that was said, the wheels spinning in place as the idiom goes. “Fucking love these,” Chris said, expertly lighting the large ringed cigar in his mouth, bringing the tip to life and glowing a bright cherry red. Suddenly, it clicked into place in my mind. Chris’ uncle was Mike. Mike was Chris’s uncle. The similarities were impossible to miss. Chris could almost be a younger clone of Mike if I was honest. Why hadn’t I seen it? Chris clicked off the flame of the lighter, and taking a big puff, pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing the smoke at the tip, causing the flame that now was flickering on the tip to be snuffed out. “Much better,” Chris sighed, bringing the cigar back into the corner of his jaw, “Even better that I’ll be having Dillan Vincent, Mister Top of the Class himself, sucking my fat cock and swallowing my load.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, my mind screamed, Of course he knows exactly who I am. So much for getting to live out my dream incognito. Fuck! “Can’t say I’m not surprised you're a little cock sucking whore,” Chris said, “But at least I'm lucky to have the pleasure of sampling that pert little ass I’ve seen nearly every day of the semester.” “Look, Chris, I…. I’m just gonna go,” I said, no longer able to look him in the eye, shame and embarrassment flooding my body, “Just please don’t… don’t tell people as school.” Chris laughed to himself. Of course, the asshole is going to tell everyone. Maybe I could just take the rest of my classes pass/fail. Switch to a different class. Or maybe a different school in a different state. "Seriously, just... please..." I said, the overwhelming feeling of dejection taking me over. “Dude, fucking relax,” he said, taking a puff and blowing a cloud of smoke in my face, “You look like you’re gonna die or something. I’m just… well, I guess pleasantly shocked. Never took you, Mr. Teachers Pet, as a cum pig.” I couldn’t look up as he spoke. What was I thinking? How could I ever think I’d be able to do this tonight. “Seriously, don’t worry fucker,” Christ said, resting a hand on my shoulder, “It’s not like I’m gonna share this with anyone at school. I got a reputation to uphold as well." "This place is like Vegas in a way. What happens here, stays here. Well, mostly," he cotninued to muse out loud, I"n a way I guess? Some of it follows you out there, in more than one way. But yeah. Don't worry, we're cool.” I could only nod in agreement. Yeah, I guess it would be just as bad for him if he said something. “Hey, seriously though,” Chris said, moving his hand to my hair and pulling my head back to look up, “What Uncle Mike said… he wasn’t kidding.” I stared blankly at him, not sure where he was going. He began to unbutton his jeans, “If you really are wanting what he said... he’s gonna expect that you’ll have sucked me off by the time he gets back. We got some time, but… well, I think you need to get sucking. He really will kick you to the curb if you don’t follow instructions. And he kind of rules this place.” With that, Chris pulled his jeans off, revealing even more tattoos. One in particular, prominently placed just above his huge, semi-hard cock, got my attention the most. Tossing his jeans in the locker, he turned around and grabbed his dick, shaking it at me as it continued to grow and harden. “Like what you see,” he asked, taking a puff on his cigar, blowing a thick cloud down at his now-massive thick cock. It easily had to be 11 inches long in my estimate, and easily as thick as a soda can. Jesus, I thought to myself, life isn’t fair sometimes. Hung like a god damn donkey and a perfect body? “They used to call me Beer Can in high school,” Chris explained, gently tugging at the massive hunk of meat between his legs, “Also the odd Salami and Horse Cock.” “I… um, I can definitely tell why,” I said quietly, amazed and somewhat jealous. I watched as Chris took a huge puff on the cigar, clearly inhaling the smoke, and pulled it out of his mouth, rubbing the head of the cigar along the tattoo on his pelvis. “You know what this means, I hope” he asked, thick smoke drifting slowly out of his mouth as he spoke, “Cause this is your last warning. Most everyone here is part of the club.” I stared at the inky black trefoil design, artistically designed to have trails of inky rolling down the flat planes of his lower abdomen, surrounded by multiple colors in an almost rainbow pattern around it in a haze. I nodded and slowly reached out, tracing a few fingers across the edges, tracing the pattern. “It’s... uh... one of the reasons why I came,” I said in a low and quiet tone, amazed at myself for being able to form the words. Stepping closer, Chris began dragging the head of his giant cock across my lips, moving his hand to the top of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled back hard, causing me to yelp. “Fucking good answer, you little pig fuck,” he said, putting the cigar back in his mouth and taking a few puffs, “Open that dirty piss mouth of yours. I got a gift for it.” I complied and both saw and felt as he blew a massive cloud of smoke in my mouth. I inhaled, taking the smoke deep in my lungs. Chris let out a satified growl and smiled before spitting in my still open mouth. “I’m gonna love helping Uncle Mike break you in tonight,” Chris said, spitting again in my mouth before releasing my hair and shoving the cigar into the corner of his mouth. I felt as he put his hand back on my head and guided me onto his throbbing and now leaking cock. Slowly, I sucked it into my mouth, letting him snake his cock into my mouth and throat, trying to relax and breath as he plunged deeper, slowly working himself deep into my throat, essentially choking me. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, cigar smoke drifting out of his mouth, “Take my horse dick down that throat, you nasty piece of shit. Your piss gullet is so warm and tight.” I willed myself not to gag or throw up, letting my throat relax as best I could, secretly glad I had practiced with a huge dildo for the last few months. Slowly, he bottomed out and began pulling out, causing me to let out a tiny moan as he did. I slowly looked up as he pulled out. “Sweet fucking throat man,” he groaned, wrapping his hands around my throat, feeling himself sliding around in it, “Gonna love dumping a massive load of my potent baby makers down it and feed you. Gonna fill you up with as much of my spunk as I can tonight. And you're gonna take every last drop of them, aren't you?” I gave a slight nod, relaxing as he has he arched his head back, and grabbed my head with both hands. Slowly, he began to pick up pace, firmly fucking my head in a steady rhythm. “Take my fuck stick pig,” he said, pumping harder and faster, his balls beginning to slap against my chin, “Gonna fill your stomach with my special protein shake so you have plenty of energy for every slut here to breed you tonight.” I began to occasionally gag and he repeatedly bottomed out in my throat, causing me to grab onto his firm butt to steady myself. My throat began to feel slightly sore and stretched out at the assault he was laying into my face. “Can’t wait to dive into your sloppy hole later and destroy your guts with my giant cock,” he muttered, “Gonna shove every load you take deep inside your pristine hole and wreck it. Help feed you smoke all night and watch as you clean every fucking cock in this place after they squirt freely inside you.” I could feel my dick, still trapped in the cage, try and harden at the dirty things Chris was saying. “So fucking hot a preppy little fucker like you wants to be a part of this,” he growled, his dick sliding even faster in my mouth and throat, “Watch every dirty fucker in here have a turn on you. No loads refused.” I let out an involuntary moan, partly out of frustration at not being able to touch my dick for relief, but also in agreement at the perverted things he was saying. “Shit, I’m getting close,” he said suddenly, puling out of my mouth with and audible slurp. I coughed and drooled slightly, trying to reacclimate to not having his monster cock deep in my gullet. “Open up your mouth and start sucking on my dickhead, you fucker,” Chris said, puffing away on the cigar, his dick bouncing in front of me as he began jacking his cock hard and fast in front of my face, “I want to see you taste every drop of my dirty smoker cum.” I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to nurse on it. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot any second you little bitch boy,” he growled, his right hand hold my head in place as his left hand continued jacking himself off. I began trying to fuck his dickhole with my tongue. “Fuck, yeah, take it, oh…” he said, his body starting to tense up, muscles straining as he fought against his pending orgasm. Suddenly, I felt the first shot of cum flooding my mouth hard and fast. I began to swirl my tongue around, swallowing at the same time as he began to flood my mouth. “Shit, ugh, mmm, aaaagh,” he babbled incoherently, as his orgasm continued to flood my mouth. I was slightly shocked at how much cum he was shooting. Eventually, his orgasm slowed down to a mere dribble. Chris let out a low sigh, his legs slightly shaking. He slowly pushed me off his cock, and pulled up on the front of my harness to his level. “God DAMN, you give amazing head,” he remarked, pulling the half-smoked cigar out of his mouth as he pulled me into a half embrace. “Thanks,” I said breathlessly, unable to come up with a better answer as oxygen slowly flooded back into my brain after getting choked on the beast between his legs. “Come here,” he demanded, pulling me closer, “I want to swap smoke with you and taste myself in your mouth, you sexy fucking pig.” Slowly, he took a huge inhale off of the smoldering cigar, and locking lips with me, forced the smoke into me, running his tongue around in my mouth. We continued this for a few minutes, swapping smoke and making out. Suddenly, I felt a strange hand slowly begin to work itself in between my asscheeks. Breaking away, I tried to turn my head. “Don’t worry about him,” Chris said, pulling my face back to him, “Just relax and let him get you ready for tonight.” Slowly, I felt Chris begin to push my head down towards his cock, forcing me to begin to bend over. “Holy shit, Jordan,“ he said, presumably to the stranger now at my asshole, “You found that many already?” “Nah man,” the stranger, Jordan I assumed, replied, “Saved these over the last few nights in the freezer. Your uncle told me he would take care of the fresh ones and help you get this pig ready. In exchange, I get first dibs on working my magic on his hole.” I felt Chris shove his now softening cock into my face. Getting the message I opened up, and took it in my mouth. I began to suckle it as the stranger behind me began to force something cold, solid, and slick into my tight hole. “Fuck yeah, open your cum chute and take it,” Chris groaned as his bladder began to empty into my mouth. “This is so fucking dirty and hot,” Jordan replied, working even more of whatever it was into my hole, “Just like your 18th birthday, huh, Chris?” “You know how he gets,” Chris continued to groan, as his bladder continued filling my mouth, causing me to drink down as fast as I could, “Any time he hears someone wants to convert into being a total fucking pig, he goes all out.” “KNowning how you turned out, I can’t wait to see how perverted he turns this one,” Jordan chuckled, as another cold, slick lump was shoved up my hole. Chris's dick quickly slowed to a dribble, as the man behind me continued to work on my ass. Another trial down, and one step closer to my total destruction.

Chet was your average middle-aged gay man. He lived near a major city, had a good job, dressed well, and seemed very average. There was one thing most people didn’t know about Chet, and that was his desire for pnp play that involved fisting. He had a playroom behind a locked door in his basement and only invited a few friends over for play. He also had an affinity for dildos and had amassed quite a collection. Over the years, he had gotten everything from small butt plugs and life-sized cock dildos, but then he started going for the larger items. One item that he had and had never been able to take was his large Crackstuffers Bulb dildo. It’s almost 11” long and over 4” around. One Friday night, Chet invited his friend Doug over for a pnp and fisting session. Chet trusted Doug to keep quiet about their activities. Doug came over around 6:30 with a bottle of wine, looking more like a dinner guest than a guy who was about to have a fist shoved up his ass. When Chet answered the door, he was clothed in khakis and a polo shirt, but Doug knew there would be different clothing once they started. Both guys liked leather and had a good selection of jocks, harnesses, chaps, hats, and more. They’d change into them before entering the playroom. Chet led the way downstairs, bringing along some beverages for them to drink while partying. There was a little changing room outside the playroom, also kept locked, which Chet opened now. This is where the leather was stored. Chet went in first and changed. From there, he could enter the playroom directly. Then Doug went in to change into leathers. The first time each guy would see what the other was wearing was in the playroom. This was all part of their ritual. Chet had selected a black leather jock and vest. He had gauntlets on his upper arms, too. At 52, he had a well-toned body covered in a light dusting of hair. Doug, 48, selected black leather chaps and a harness. He had a leather ball cap on his head, too. They sized each other up and stated their appreciation of the outfit that the other had chosen. Chet’s jock strap was new, which Doug noted. Now, it was time to get spun. They indulged in all ways, but tonight would be a slam night. This meant that Doug would spend the night playing through most of it. They sat on the leather sofa in the playroom, the various leathers making random sounds as they rubbed up against each other. Chet had already prepared the slams. Each got a .3. They were both able to self admin, so it was a matter of raising a vein, swabbing it, inserting the point, getting the flash, and then go flying. Once they were rushing, Chet went to the sling. He got in, adjusted the stirrups, and laid back for Doug to enjoy him. Of course, Chet would enjoy this, too. Doug started out by lubing Chet’s hole. They would freeze small balls of Crisco for this purpose. Chet moaned and shivered as each icy ball was delivered to his ass. They would melt quickly, providing an excellent surface for fisting. Next, he applied a generous amount of XLube to Chet’s ass and hole and more to his own hands. These two played together so often that they knew each other’s likes, dislikes, and capabilities. In this case, Doug knew that Chet liked an early insertion. So, after a short time massaging his hole and sticking several fingers in, Doug shoved his hand into Chet’s ass. Chet looked ecstatic to take the fist, and Doug was happy to give it. Once he was in, Doug started to really work Chet’s ass. He would pull back so that his knuckles were stretching Chet’s opening and would also dive deep to get to the further parts of Chet’s body. Chet and Doug worked well together, each intuitively knowing what would make the other feel good. Chet would occasionally sniff some poppers, which caused his ass to open even more than usual. After pleasing Chet’s hole, it was Doug’s turn in the sling. He got in and got settled and then Chet approached. While Chet likes a quick initial insertion, Doug likes it to take some time. Chet added frozen Crisco to Doug’s hole and spread some lube around but started out inserting only one finger. He would work it around Doug’s hole and shove it in and out. Eventually, he added a second finger and repeated the process. Before adding another finger, he would get a nod from Doug that he was ready to increase, Eventually, all four fingers and a thumb were added. Doug was enjoying the stretch as this grouping worked its way into his hole. Doug always likes a snort of poppers before the first insert, so Chet waited while he did this. Then, Chet waited a moment more to let the poppers take effect before plunging into Doug’s ass. The look of bliss on Doug’s face said it all. This was a man who was born to be fisted. Chet worked his way deeper into Doug’s ass. He knew that, towards the back, there was a large space that could accommodate his hand. The fact that it drove Doug crazy, too, was an added bonus. Again, Doug liked poppers before having this area violated. Chet let him sniff, then a slight delay before his searching fingers found what they wanted. When Chet entered the area, Doug let out a groan and flexed his ass to allow better access. They played this way for a while and then decided to take a break. They had some drinks and sat on the sofa chatting. They’d occasionally tweak a nipple, stroke a cock, or finger a hole (either their own or the other’s), but this was not sexual. Finally, Chet decided he wanted to be fisted again. He got in the sling, and lube was applied anew. Since they had been fisting earlier, the insertion was easier. Doug’s hand pretty much slid into Chet’s ass. Also, due to the earlier fisting activities, they were more daring now. This was when they introduced twists and turns, flexes and extensions of fingers. Chet’s hole was opening nicely and gaining a good gape. Chet asked to be fucked by one of his dildos. He had his favorites, and Doug picked out a good “starter toy” for his friend. He lubed it up and inserted it easily into Chet’s hole. This toy was long but not very thick, so it was able to get deep into his ass. There were also times that Chet rode the dildo, working it in and out as he swayed in the sling. The next dildo was thicker but not as long. It was a bit of a stretch, but it went in pretty easily. Doug knew that Chet viewed this toy as a transition item meant to bridge the gap between two other toys, so he didn’t work with it for very long. The next toy was the one that was Chet’s normal end. It was quite thick and long, with a smooth texture for easy entry and removal. Doug lubed it up well and teased Doug’s hole with it, inserting just the tip as he passed over his friend’s hole. Then, Chet was ready for it. Doug took aim, applied pressure, and, with the help of poppers, the toy slid into Chet’s ass. His look of triumph was exhilarating to see. Chet and Doug fucked around with that dildo for a considerable amount of time, really expanding Chet’s hole. Then, it was Doug’s turn in the sling again. No slow entry this time; instead, Chet slid in quickly and easily. Doug gasped, but it was clear that he liked the sensations. Chet went deep at first, knowing that Doug’s ass could accommodate him. Then, they moved on to some width play, with Chet stretching Doug’s hole with his knuckles and fingers. Now, it was Doug’s turn with the dildo. Chet selected a reasonably sized toy and lubed it up for insertion. Doug’s ass accepted the dildo easily, and he smiled as it went through his body. Chet slid the dildo back and forth inside Doug’s ass, delivering sweet sensations to his friend. The next dildo for Doug was a large one. Chet lubed it up and placed it against his chest. Doug took a few hits of poppers and then started to push on the toy to get it to go into his ass. They both had to stop a few times, but it did pop into place. This toy has a bulbous head which tapers down to a more reasonable size. Once it was in, Doug liked to ride it. Chet would hold the dildo, and Doug would take some poppers and then start to move back and forth on the toy. It was a joy to see, and he enjoyed it very much. Time for another break. This time, in addition to some beverages, they packed a pipe and smoked some. While the rush is not as intense or as rapid, they both appreciated the ability to control intake with smoking. After the break, it was back to the sling for Chet. This was mostly a repeat of the earlier session. Fisting, followed by the same toys. Things were more intense since they were more opened up (and spun), but it was a mostly similar session. Chet got out of the sling, and Doug got in. Again, they did an amped up repeat of the earlier performance. But, in the end, Doug asked for another toy. Neither of these guys had ever taken this one when they played together. It was long and very thick and would definitely be a stretch to take. Chet got the toy and lubed it up. Before starting the insertion, he asked Doug if he was sure, Doug said yes, and expressed that he didn’t need to take it. He’d be OK with just getting some of it in his ass. So, Chet started pushing the dildo into Doug’s ass. He’d get a little bit more in, then take a break. A little bit more, and another break. Doug did poppers occasionally to help open his ass for the toy. Try though they might, they could not get the whole toy in Doug’s ass. They took another break for drinks and more smoke. The breaks allowed them both to relax and cool off from the earlier sessions, but they were also an important part of their friendship. Chet got in the sling. The performance was mostly a repeat of earlier, ending with the big dildo. However, when Doug pulled it out, he asked if Chet wanted to try the toy that he had not succeeded in getting into his hole. Chet was reluctant, but, as Doug had said, you could always stop if things got too intense. So, Chet agreed to try it. Doug lubed it up, and they followed a similar pattern to what they did with Doug. Insert, pause, insert again. At one point, Chet reached back and felt that there was only about a quarter of the toy left to go; Doug had gotten a little over half of it in him. Doug told Chet to do a big hit of poppers. He did, and then Doug pushed on the dildo. It popped into Chet’s hole completely, with no need for breaks. Chet had to reach down to verify that for himself, and he was amused that he had taken the whole thing. What goes in must come out, so Doug worked to release the toy from Chet’s ass. There was some suction on it, but he was able to remove it slowly. He knew that the sensations during removal are very similar to the sensations at insertion, so he knew that Chet was down for a wild ride. Then, Chet got out, and Doug got in. Fisting, dildos, but he said no to the biggest toy, letting his friend bask in his success. The two played some more, showered, changed, and went upstairs. Doug stayed the night. When he got home to his husband the next day, he said, “You’re not going to believe what Chet took last night!” “What?” said his husband. “The Crackstuffers Bulb,” said Doug. “Fuck, that really is one of our favorite toys, isn’t it? It feels so good going in and coming out”.

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.

Two days ago, I notice my back passenger side tire needed some air after I clock out of work. It was 12:50 in the morning. I head to the gas station to get air for the tire. There was another person using the air pump station. When the driver left I notify the clerk to turn on. I didn’t realize the first station has a button to turn on. But I went back to notify the clerk attendant inside to turn on. The customer inside talking to the clerk went out to help me. He was an “straight” tall guy type of guy. He stood about 5’10” tall, stocky muscle build. Clean cut Puerto Rican man. I was secretly finding him attractive. He talked to me while helping check the tire. Out of nowhere he asked me if I was into guys. I was caught off guard. I said yes to him. He said to me: “You think you wanna fool around? That should be plenty of air for the tire. Let just drive over the other end of the block. No one can’t see us. It late night anyways” I replied “Sure, would love to…” I followed him and parked next to him. He got into my car. Unzipped and he let me sucked. I was in pure heaven. His cock was big and thick. I sucked him eagerly. He moaned a lot. I went down to the base of his cock. His cock smelled musky. I moaned back. To show I was enjoying him. He blurted out “You like my dick? You never had anyone big like mine?” I cooed with a yes. I really enjoyed his cock. I kept deep throating him. He was enjoying it. He said he wanted to fuck me. He ordered me to take off my pants. He spit on my hole and slid with one stroke. I yelped in pain. But I was enjoying his cock. I panted so much. I told him he making me feel in heat. He fucked me mercifully doggie style. Slapping my ass and grabbing my cheeks. Gripping my hips firmly. I kept moaning. I bucked back into his thrust each moment. I clench on his cock to let him know I wanted him badly. He gripped my hair and my neck and cum inside me loud. He slid out and we both notice my car was all fogged up. We both laugh. We didn’t notice it was 2:50 AM in the morning. I cleaned out the windows. Holding in his cum as I cleaned the windows. He was satisfied and wanted more next time. We exchanged numbers and parted our way to home. That was the first time I have ever had a man that I never met talked to me out bluntly of my sexuality. And wanted some action. 😄

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.

Sorry about the long pause...here goes... Im a ball of nerves as i near the end of my shift. My phone vibrates, its Big Black Dick Daddy. "When you finish work snow bunny, you come to the SureStay Hotel, I got something you been craving, and something that been craving you." I close up at work, and make my way to the SureStay and text, "I'm here, Master." Quick reply comes thru, "Room 216, get that sissy ass up here baby." I nervously get out of the car as this place is not in the best part of town and look up to the second floor and see a room with several Black men outside, that must be it. I make my way up the stairs and immediately am hit with catcalls and whistles. As I approach the door one of the Black men reaches down inside the back of my shorts and sticks his finger right up my hole, deep and I immediately feel the burn. He laughs as he pulls out his digit with a wet pop and says, "wait till that kick in and I come serve you this nigga dick, you gonna forget that Daddy and have you a Pimp, sissy," as he shakes what appears to be an enormous dick at me in his pants. The other men chuckle and open the door and usher me in. Inside the room are several more Black Kings. The whole place smells musty and sweet, intoxicating. Black man sweat permeates my nostrils and the burning in my ass has transformed into a deep hunger. All these men are in several states of dress, or rather undress, and that's when I see Daddy. He says, "Welcome to the party, snow bunny. You'll notice there are no bottoms here, as you're the guest of honor. The main attraction if you will. Now I've tasted that sweet ass, so now, it's time my crew gets in on that." He smacks my ass hard, swiping my shorts down with the slap. I don't reach for them, I just stand exposed waiting for what's next. Suddenly I'm surrounded by 5 of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. One man lifts me up in his arms while another starts eating my hole. Another puts a loaded pipe to my mouth and clicks a torch and I inhale. So much white smoke is coming through I can barely hold it in, it's so thick it's nearly yellow. When I pull off the pipe, another man, grabs and covers my mouth while holding my nose. "Hold it in til I say so, faggot!" My head is spinning. I need to exhale and breathe so I start to fight but am under his tight grip. Another man comes up and pulls out my arm, ia feel a cold wetness in the crook of my elbow and finally the man with the death grip on my face let's go and says, "Alright bitch, you can breathe now." Suddenly there's a familiar poke in my arm and all of a sudden, my body is ablaze. Just as the heat hits my hole which I can feel quivering open, I'm lowered onto a dick, and pushed all the way down to the base. I can feel this man's tight curlies as I bottom out gasping for air. This was a big slam, bigger than Ive ever done before. And finally my voice hits my ears and its screaming, "I love nigger dick. Fuck me with your nigger dicks. All of you. Fuck me til I die. I need all the nigger dicks inside me now!" And then I focus and the man with his dick rooted in me becomes familiar. It's the man from outside. He says, "How you like that 14 inches of nigger dick you got inside you now, hoe? This pimp dick is gonna change you for life. Yo Daddy ain't yo daddy no more. He done sold your pussy to me, you mine now bitch!" He flexes his monster inside me and all I can do is shiver and think, more, I need more.

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.

Grabbing my hips holding me still, he belted “no condom, Dad’s gonna enjoy this awhile” and he dicked me with four of his nine. Trembling from fear and hunger, all I could do was submit to this Alpha. He pulled out and thrust in half a dozen times, as I got used to his half dick and wide girth. I hadn’t felt a raw dick in years. I knew it was “wrong.” He was a stranger. I also knew his power was no match for me. I moaned and exhaled. My elbows buckled my chest and head fell to the bed — ass firmly held in air by his hands and cock. “Dad’s turn” is all I heard as I felt this stranger burry deep with an intense thud. I gasped as his nine inch thick raw cock took me to a new place: complete submission to his will, his command and his raw demands. Before I knew it he was pounding. I was at his mercy.

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 found him on BBRT. He was 22. I was 24. He was Latin, uncut, said he was poz. My status said, "Ask Me." I had been barebacking for a while: in the sauna at the gym, in the bathroom at Splash, in the back room at underwear parties around town. That Wednesday, I was horny after working out at the gym, and I pulled out my phone in the locker room before going to the steam room. Scruff is a great app. He had a hairy chest and a great uncut dick. I unlocked. Put my phone away, tried to get blown in the steam room but failed. Showered. He had messaged back, unlocked, and given me the address. "I'm poz, not on meds. I don't pull out. If you want it, come." I put on my sweaty gym clothes instead of my work clothes and walked to the address. I rang the buzzer, but didn't expect an answer. But he buzzed. The door pushed open. Was I really doing this? I felt my ass throbbing, and my cock started to get hard in my pants as I walked up the four flights of stairs. By the time I got to his apartment, it was swinging between my legs--perfect for when I was going to be the poz top breeding some new neg bottom. But for now it was me. I was going to get pozzed. I felt the precum oozing out just thinking of it. I started to knock on the door but it was already open. I pushed it open, walked in, and locked it behind me. As I passed the kitchen, a glass was on the counter. "It's G. Drink it," he ordered. I drank it. "Go bend over and show me your ass while the G hits you." I complied. I got on my knees on the carpet in broad daylight, and after a few minutes I felt my head swimming and my desire for cum was boiling up even more insistently. Then he pulled down my workout pants and started licking my hole. I moaned uncontrollably. "How does that feel, bitch?" "Great" I said honestly. He started eating me out masterfully, licking, biting, driving his tongue into my freshly-showered ass. Then I felt it. His rock-hard dick, slick with precum, no condom, full foreskin. He just pushed in. It didn't take long. He shoved in for a few strokes. "Damn, you're hot, bitch" he said. He fucked me for less than a minute. Then I heard him grunt, he stiffened, and I felt his dick get slick as he pistoned in and out. He held it inside me for a minute, then he softened and fell out. "Go on PrEP if you want. If you don't, you're poz now, whore. Get out of my house, chaser." He walked away, closed his bathroom door, and left me alone. I fingered the cum that leaked out of my ass, then went home to decide if I wanted to do PrEP or not. I decided not to. He blocked me. I never saw him again, but my next test result was poz. I jerk off to this memory a lot.

Everyone just needs to put themselves out there. I knew I’d want to film porn at least a couple times in life so I moved to New York. Most of my best decisions have been sex based.

I was supposed to be dead in 1986, but I'm still going strong. The doctor I had told me not to take AZT when they were first prescribing it because the doses were so high. I'm not saying that's a reason I'm still around, but it makes you think. It is quite sobering to think back on the early days of the disease and remember how terrified we were. Every cough, every fever, every strange spot on my skin would send me into a bout of depression. It's still hard for me to come to grips with all the medical advances through the years that have saved us. It makes me remember all my friends who weren't so lucky. I wonder what they would've become; what they would have contributed to the world.

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

I was infected about 1976. That was 47 years ago.. I remember at first at I was taking 40 pills a day. Now I take only 2 pills. I have been undetectable for 7 or 8 years.. I remember back in the 70s. Wondering if I would make it to the year 2000. I'm still here and very happy to be healthy and alive.

Was a guy this hot this ripped really using me? Me? For an Alpha like him I should be just average but maybe just for tonight I wasn’t. His dick needed a hole and mine was the one he chose. Alpha’s choice, always. Damn, look what I caught! A muscled Daddy. I knew I’d do anything to please him. Yet fear was present with every stroke. This was not allowed. I’d barely ever taken a raw cock, and only from a boyfriend several years prior. My generation was educated. We knew better. In the 90s no one rode raw (right?) and certainly not me. But here I was I was loving it and could not say no. Time lost. I was lost. Absent. Man using His hole. And by now he was REALLY loosing it. Drilling me. But that meant one thing. Through my haze of pleasure and consciousness one thought continued to rise up “you know better than let him cum I’m you.” Raw for a bit was one thing but I wasn’t nuts. “Uh, Sir? Time for a condom?” I said meekly with a whimper. “There will be plenty of time for that boy, I’m just getting us warmed up”. And with that he flipped me over, pushed my knees back and fell on top of me. His 9” Daddy Dick funding a new access and he got what felt like 2” deeper. His rough face against my lips he started tongue fucking my throat. I could taste my ass on him. His five o’clock shadow tearing my soft skin. He mangled my mouth. This Man knew how to kiss and fuck. He was very experienced which both excited and terrified me. Well used men in the 90s were to be feared not fucked. My type “knew better” but here I was unable to stop a raw assault at 330am. He had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t ever say no. My assault continued as I noticed a ceiling mirror. My furry legs spread wide inviting this lean schredded Dad to raw dog my hole. I fully let go grabbed his ripped v-shaped muscled back I wrapped my legs around him my ankles pressing his hips deeper. His sweat ran off him coating me, my cock my balls, running down between us further sweat lubing my ass. This man was good. As his ass destruction continued, my shock took over a bit. I was being near cock raped bareback by a stranger, and he was old enough to be my father. Had I learned nothing? Between my own moans I was able to whisper into his ear “Sir, um, Sir….. uh….. please….. uh……. please don’t……. uh……… cum in me, uh…… I…… I…… can’t…..” as his assault on took new heights of pounding. He whispered back “too late kid” as he feverishly drove deeper and faster. In moments my ass started convulsing… it was vibrating and tightening around his dick. Hot waves of energy rushed up and down me my ass became something it had never been before. My pleasure was unreal, separate from his cock beating. With my ass tensing my cock leaked like a faucet but without an orgasm. My balls released the pleasure was all in my ass chute. Dad said suddenly “that’s it kid, a fuckin ass orgasm on your — FATHERS — COCK — HERE — COMES — MY — SECOND — LOAD ! ! ! !“ And he lost it, arching his back, jerking up onto his heels he pulled me with him and started POUNDING and SCREAMING with EVERY THRUST. “TAKE MY LOAD SON ! ! !” He yelled as he jerked and trembled and gasped.

Year was 1998. I was 26, a tall and lean boy, with a chest of dark hair and a buzz cut. A hungry naive bottom boy living in Boston. The web was new and recently graced by a gay hookup site. Little did I know how access to quick cock would change my life and my desires forever. A Wednesday at 2am. One of those nights you’re cock hungry for the right guy to appear, or the right guy to offer, but as it gets later and later you give up hope. In moments like that hunger and desperation grows and common sense shrinks. And then he appears. “Muscled Top 45 Looking for Now” — with low res photos too small to get a good look yet easy to decipher an overly ripped, faceless, muscular frame.

When I met my boyfriend at the age of 20 we were lying on some rocks by the ocean and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me. Later that day he did and from that moment on I knew I needed to be penetrated and bred and since then I have not had any reason to change that feeling.

Hot as Fuck Huge smoke fetish here so love the smoking!!!! Hope it becomes an ashtray...

For those of us of a certain age, we savor it because it’s a pleasure we thought we’d never get to enjoy. When I started having sex in the 90s, I assumed that I’d never get to have raw group sex in a back room or a bathhouse like guys did in the 70s.

Group sex has always been so much hotter to me. There's something about sharing an ass with other men that turns me on every time. I love thinking about the men that used this hole before me and will use it after me. I love seeing an ass leaking loads and a cock covered in other men's cum. An ass filled with cum just feels so wet and warm and good. My favorite moment is when I can start to feel the cum dripping down my balls because I know the bottom is so loose and open and ready for my load.

My boyfriend and I have been together and monogamous for about three years and live in Manhattan. I’m Tom, 33, a middle-America white-boy, 6’, 200 lbs, muscular, moderate body hair, scruffy facial hair, equip with dick larger than most - thick 7” and heavy hairy balls that produce way too much cum, cum that found out preferred to be dumped into a mans hairy ass opposed to a women when I met my now boyfriend, Jason. Jason is 36, 5”10, Italian, also muscular, not quite as hairy as me up top, but his lower-body hair is spot-on - he naturally has trunk legs and a plump muscular ass with thick coarse fur that starts right at his waist it and gets thicker right down the crack. It’s like his ass was made for my pleasure. He came out in his 20’s but has always lived a sexually conservative life. We met (I think he stalked me) at the gym, started lifting together, steaming together, eventually having drinks together, then he crashing at my place one night after having too much to drink and I woke up to him blowing me in the morning. Although it freaked me out at first, I came so almost painfully hard down his masculine throat, it changed me right then. We’re both pretty conscious about what we put in our body and are not on prep. I like the idea of my healthy non-prep sperms coating his fertile insides. After three years, we still have strong sexual chemistry. I like to save my nut up for 1-2 days, then pounding a round or two in him before work, sending him off full of my babies, and then I’ll usually be ready for another round after work. I love nothing more than the moment when he’s about to cum - watching his handsome face become flush, dark red lips wet with my spit, hearing breath get heavier and groans, and then feeling his furry hole clamp down on my dick as he spurts. If I hadn’t flooded him by the time he cums, it always sets me over the edge. That being said, I’m the top. Although we’re satisfied the majority of the time, in the last year he’s wanted me to fuck him in front of strangers. So occasionally we’ll venture to a bath house where I can pound him while randoms watch. A few hands on him are fine, but we don’t let anyone do much other than that. Between you and I, occasionally I let a randoms finger or two in my ass while fucking him. Nothing risky, but it can induce a hard nut. That’s been our spice for the last year, but earlier this week he asked about trying restraints and a blindfold. I enjoy making him happy and mixing it up but don’t know the first thing about bondage, so tonight we’ve decided to visit a fetish club not far from our place to possibly learn something. Because he wanted tonight to be extra hot, we’ve saved our loads for three days (one longer than usual) and I’m about to rape him. I know he’s hornier than usual also just by the way his clammy hand has been tightly holding mine. Whether we learn something or not, I’m fucking his brains out.

There are usually other groomsmen in the wedding party not just a best man. We could have a whole series of (un)fortunate events with those guys and the best man over more chapters. Maybe the groom has got a taste for dick and explores this during the honeymoon, sealing his new status. Endless possibilities.

First time I felt a cummy hole with my throbbing cock I was much younger cruising a local gloryhole. One night someone turned around on me while he had been sucking me off for a while and the sensation of that sloppy drippy hole wrapping around my dick got me beyond rock hard. Knowing a mans hole is as hungry to receive my sperm as my cock is hungry to blast into it is a natural aphrodisiac that no drink or drug could ever replicate. I love sharing all body parts with multiple men, we're all here for a fun time. Let's play.

Work at a 24/7 facility so it's always open. As i was getting ready to finish up my shift i logged into sniffies/grindr to see if anyone was around, I got a message someone was very close and wanted to breed me ^_^. Wife doesn't know I bend over every chance i get

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.

Aside from the above, very true observations, there's one more, slightly oblique one: When a guy simply loves - adores - worships hard raw Cocks pumping loads in his Hole, and is unable to resist acting on that Lust, taking loads off Cocks seen and unseen, to me it means he's considered the issue in depth, jettisoned the cultural [banned word]'s and become the man he must be. Of course, it's possible to refrain from becoming that man - becoming a cumdump - but the problem lies in the fact that he's not only avoiding/confronting/reaching his potential, he's purposely avoiding it for one reason or another, and that's a heavy price to be paid for some shred of acceptance by others. When men (Tops) service countless bottoms, reveling in the call of the wild, we Tops are embracing ourselves, our cumdump brothers, and living our Truths. If we're true to ourselves, accept ourselves, and behave accordingly, we become Real Men; we're actually living our magnificent lives, as opposed to sacrificing ourselves on some false altar of "acceptance" by those who will always and forever denigrate us. Not a tough choice, as I see it.

I am aware you were asking bottoms and I don’t want to intrude on the conversation if you would prefer tops not chime in. But I often whore fags out. It’s a lot of fun. When I find a good bottom with a nice silky pussy, I like to share my toys. I think one of the hottest things about a whore out situation is the absolute objectification of the fag. The bottom is an object shared between men for enjoyment. The real bonding is between the tops. its a lot of fun. Again, I realize you were asking bottoms. But I thought I would offer my perspective as a top.

Mine is always kept locked away. Less distractions and I don't really want it played with anyway.

Thanks for all the replies! Glad it's coming across as a truly accurate bathhouse/sex club vibe. Sorry if any of you have messaged me privately and are expecting a reply. I'll try and get to them soon. I always appreciate feedback and as always hope you all enjoy! ----------------------------- Part Two- Anticipation Mike entered the sex club, puffing away on his pipe, giving a slight grin and nod to the attendant as he was buzzed in, not even needing to pay. He’d been coming here for years, having had sex with probably every single regular, the attendant included, breeding them deep while smoking. With tonight’s theme being ‘Bareback, Smoke and Leather’ night, he was damned sure he would be making a nice long appearance tonight. With it still being a bit early, he decided to walk around, taking in the various people there, recognizing nearly every single person as either someone he’d personally topped, or personally turned from being a non-smoker to a full-blown smoke pig. He made his way over to two such people, one in a sling hauling hard on a fat cigar, as the other guy lit up a fresh Red, before continuing to work his hairy fist and forearm up the cigar smoker’s greedy hole. “Fucking perfect night for it, ain’t it gents,” Mike said, walking over to the man fisting the other, grabbing his ass, drawing a huge inhale of pipe smoke in before exhaling it all over the scene in front of him. “Fuck yeah, Mike,” the man in the sling groaned, taking the cigar out of his mouth, letting the thick acrid smoke roll out, “Knew you’d be here tonight.” Walking up to the man in the sling, named Grant if he remembered correctly, Mike took another puff of his pipe as he ran his fingers along the fresh tattoo just under his navel. He let out a satisfied growl as he felt the other man’s fist moving around deep in man’s guts. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Finally got your new ink, huh?” he said, sliding his hand up to the man’s pierced nipple, giving it a slight pinch, knowing the act would cause Grant’s stretched-out manhole to tighten up slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” the other man said, letting out a huge nose jet, letting his cigarette dangle in his lips as he talked, “Your ass just fucking started sucking in my arm.” “Ugh……” Grant moaned, sticking the thick cigar back in his mouth and sucking hard, “Deeper!” Grinning, Mike stepped back, adjusting his now hardening dick in his pants. “I’ll leave you two love birds to it then,” he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth briefly before nodding at them. “I’ll be looking for you later,” Grant said, exhaling another cloud of cigar smoke, his ass squelching as the other man began to pull his fist out, standing up and stroking his dick, before working it in beside his fist. — Mike walked a bit more around the sex club, taking the various sights in before finally deciding to go over to the locker room so he could strip and partake in the festivities. Looking around he noticed a few of his fuck buddies in various states of undress. That’s when he saw the boy. Early to mid-20s at most, fit but not over muscular, headful of thick reddish blonde hair, and stunning blue-grey eyes. His skin was milky white, framed in a black leather harness, and his juicy ass barely contained a jockstrap, with not a tattoo in sight. ‘Until I’m done with him’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Fuckin’ love fresh meat.’ Puffing on his pipe, he slowly walked towards the redhead, who was now eye-fucking him from across the room. He stopped next to him, leaning against the locker, and let out a large cloud of smoke over him, grinning as he saw the redhead breathe the smoke in deeply. “How’s your night going, boy?” Mike asked, looking up and down the boy’s body, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and rubbing his right nipple with the bowl. Looking flustered, he watched as the boy tried to come up with an answer. ‘Pretty fucking hot in his own right,’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Definitely has a nice lump of meat threatening to pop out of that thong.’ “O-okay…” the boy said rather unconvincingly, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. “First time at a sex club?” Mike asked, taking another puff of his pipe and blowing it in the boy’s face, again satisfied to see him breathing in the smoke. “It’s that obvious, huh,” the boy asked, looking down, an almost dejected look on his face. “Nah,” Mike said, putting the pipe back in his mouth and letting it rest on the corner of his lips, “I’m a regular here and didn’t recognize you is all. I’m Mike by the way.” “Dillan,” the redhead replied, shifting his legs slightly, likely to accommodate his hard cock in the leather pouch. Mike almost felt for the kid. The first times were rough. And this kid was like a lamb to the slaughter on a night like tonight. As much as he’d love to completely corrupt the cute shit, he also didn’t want to scare the kid off with all the twisted sex that would be happening later. Better to let him ease into it on a different night. Damn my kind side, he thought to himself. “Look, kid…” he began, standing up and taking deep sigh, “I think you might be out of your element here. Not really sure you know what kind of hot depraved shit will be going on here as the night goes on. Might be best if you leave now. Come another night and ease yourself in a little.” Flustered and cheeks now fully flushed, the kid began to shake his head. “No, I do know. I… That’s why I wanted to come tonight,” Dillan said, fidgeting with his harness as he talked, “I want everything this place has to offer tonight. Everything.” It was Mike’s turn to be left momentarily speechless as he listened to the kid continue. “I want to be fully corrupted and turned into a smoking, ass-gaping, cumdump piss pig. It’s kind of been a fantasy of mine for so long, and I…” he said, trailing off slightly as he thought of the words to say, “If I leave now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it.” Mike was at first shocked hearing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth. However, it made him harder than ever before. An evil grin formed on his lips as he wrapped them around the pipe, drawing in another mouthful of smoke. “Well, fuck…” Mike said, smoke drifting out as he spoke, and reaching down and rubbing Dillan’s hard cock through the leather jockstrap pouch, “I definitely think we can make that happen.”

It wouldn’t be the first time I was so cock hungry I would accept an invite, but never this late and never without interrogating him about “status.” A blind acceptance was very rare. Was I really willing to drive the next town over at 230am to get dicked by a stranger on a school night? I took another look at his photo and I was out the door. On a third floor walk up, he told me not to ring the bell or knock “I’ll hear you on the stairs” he said. As I reached the top, the door swung open — and I was shocked. Much older than expected this man was fully naked fully hard fully shaved and bald. A ripped veiny muscled God standing before me at an easy 55. I was stunned by his nude nearly hairless frame. And I could count every vein, everywhere. He was jacked and “schredded” long before I knew what the word meant. He said “We good?” but he knew the answer before he said it. I was easy prey for him, and my eyes showed the hunger I had as he walked me in to his house. I took off my shoes by the door and walked into his bedroom. Dimly lit, only a sheet on the bed, a bottle of lube and a mirror opposite. “Strip” he said. I did. “Get on the bed, all fours, face the mirror.” Before I was in position his hands met my ass, quickly parted my cheeks and his tongue burried inside me. I could barely catch my breath. I was dizzy from his power, muscle, age, look and cock. Easily nine with a slight side hook. His veiny Daddy Dick mirrored the almost unnatural nature of his body. How was anyone at any age this ripped? Zero fat just skin on muscle, head to toe. Even his handsome face was a bit hollow, and veins on his skull. That’s it! He was like a muscled skeleton — and one I was powerless to resist. True Alpha power does it again. Luring an innocent at 3am to use any way he wants. I was new to hooking up, had only done it a couple times. Always made sure I asked “the questions” as I’d been taught and even followed the fuck by a real date (to legitimize it). A consolation prize for the failure of “no sex before the first date.” As though sex alone was wrong or bad, much like fucking without condoms as all the HIV pamphlets passed out at Pride each year said). I looked up at the mirror in front of me as the shredded Stallion stood behind my now drenched tongue-gaped hole. Hungry from 6 hours of online cruising, dizzy from his ass eating, fully in lust for his surreal muscled look and cock. Fuck it. I was ready.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 14 We were on a mission to expand our poz family and infect as many guys as we could in the process. By the weekend Coty had taken 4 more doses of my potent venom, and he planted his seed in me 3 times. Zak arrived early Saturday morning, and the weekend turned into a poz fuck fest. I invited Jonathan to my place for the weekend. By Saturday night Zak and I pumped Jonathan and Coty each with two loads of our toxic seed in their cunts. Jonathan and Coty swapped the last of their neg loads, and Zak and I planted our poz cum into each other. If we didn’t charge them up directly, Jonathan and Coty would infect each other with our DNA. Saturday night we went to Kruz for drinks. To our surprise Coty slipped in and was not carded. All four of us sat at the bar loaded with poz cum and tipped our beer. We shook bar dice. The first one out got to dump a load into the person who lost. In the first round Zak shook 4 sixes all day and he was out. Now who was he going to get to knock up with his toxic load? The second round Jonathan shook 4 ducks in one and it was down to Coty and me. My cock was fixed on charging up Jonathan and Coty so every load counted. I hoped to beat Coty, but the third round ended in a tie with 4 fours all day. The shake on the tie ended with 3 threes from Coty. I shook the dice and lifted the cup slowly; an ace, an ace, and a four. As much as I wanted to win the round I think Coty wanted to lose. I looked at Coty with an evil grin and laughed. “Bend over bitch….daddy’s home,” I said. Zak grabbed Coty by the hand along with the empty beer bottles from Jonathan and myself, and disappeared into the side hall bathroom. “Those two can get a little added bonus,” Zak snickered. He filled each beer bottle half full of piss then Coty topped the two bottles off with his beer piss. “Since you’re still pretty tight, I’ll go easy on you this time, kid.” Zak slipped his Prince Albert ring out. “Bend over the sink, kid….a deal’s a deal.” Zak spit on his cock and lubed up Coty’s hole. A mixture of dirty cum gushed from Coty’s cunt as Zak plowed in balls deep. “Fucking sweet, kid. I love breeding your ass, especially with it already loaded with cum.” Zak pounded another load into Coty before giving him an added bonus too. He pulled his cock out and bent over the sink. “I want that beautiful cock in my ass, kid. Give me your cum.” Coty mounted Zak in a flash. With one rough thrust the full length of his thick cock was buried deep in Zak’s cunt. Zak’s sloppy hole took Coty’s massive cock with ease. “Damn you’re getting good at this, kid.” The poz cum in Zak’s ass sloshed along Coty’s shaft with each plunge into his used hole. Coty’s balls quickly pulled up and he shot his thick spunk into Zak’s guts. Coty slipped Zak’s Prince Albert ring back into Zak’s cock and tightened the ball to the end of the ring. “Sweet….full service,” Zak said then tucked his cock away and zipped up. Coty and Zak returned to the bar and handed us each our bottle of piss to guzzle, and we gulped their sweet nectar into our bellies. By Sunday night we were rimming each other’s asses lapping up the mix of cum and ass juice dripping from our wrecked cunts. Zak and I each pumped another load into Jonathan and Coty. They returned the favor and each dumped their seed into Zak and I. We pissed down each other’s throats and drenched each other with our urine. It was a sweaty, cum filled, piss drinking and soaking weekend. We stunk of a mixture of piss, cum, and sweat. It was pig heaven. Jonathan spent the weeknights at my house the following week. I seeded Jonathan and Coty with my toxic cum every night. They were becoming inseparable, sleeping together most nights. I could hear them in the spare bedroom filling each other’s holes with raw cock and cum; boning me up as I drifted off to sleep. By the following Friday my phone again dinged with a text message. “Hey Zeek….finally finished my gono treatment.” “Awesom, Ian….looking for more toxic cum?” “Crawling the walls I’m so boned up for it.” “Pump any more loads into Brian?” “No, but plan on it this weekend.” “Come get loaded up tonight.” “Awesome…..I’ll tell Brian I’m meeting buds for drinks.” “Okay….I’ll give you a drink of my piss from the tap….LOL.” Jonathan and Coty were sucking each other’s cocks on the living room rug when Ian arrived at my house around 7pm. I greeted him at the front door naked with a hard on and a smile. “Get in here pig,” I demanded. I introduced Ian to Jonathan and Coty. “It’s all cool,” I said. “We’re all like-minded pigs.” “Oh….are you guys poz yet,” Ian asked? Coty replied, “Not yet, but we’ve been taking a lot of charged cum. We just got loaded up again last night.” “Fucking hot,” Ian replied then was immediately lip locked with Coty. We quickly stripped Ian naked and while Coty made out with him, Jonathan slid Ian’s cock down his throat, and I buried my tongue in his ass. Ian was in pig heaven. To kick off our Friday night fucking we moved to the bathroom and all four of us pissed all over each other. The smell of piss is erotic to me. It always bones me up big time. We spent the next several hours in a sweaty pile of sweat, cum, and piss stench sucking, fucking, kissing, and rimming each other. The faint taste of piss remained on our bodies, an added bonus on our tongues when sucking and rimming each other. My focus was now on Ian. I made sure to dump two loads of my poz seed in his cunt, hoping he would soon convert and then infect Brian. By 11 pm we each took a load of cum and fed each other our piss. Exhausted, we all drifted off to sleep in a tangle of flesh on the bed. Ian woke around midnight, and the two of us slipped out of bed to the sofa. I bent him over and pounded his ass in a poz verbal exchange before loading his cum-filled hole with more of my demon seed. My cock slipped from his hole and globs of cum dripped from his cunt. “One for the road,” he said laughing. I told him Zak would be arriving early in the morning if he wanted to get loaded up with more poz cum. He kissed me goodbye and thanked me….said he would see me in the morning, then left. I crawled back into bed and curled up with Jonathan and Coty. I woke early in the morning to Zak slipping into bed with Jonathan, Coty and I as he curled up with me. “Morning, babe. I can tell you had a hot night. You smell like cum and piss…..yum.” “Yeah, we did have a hot night. I loaded Ian with 2 more loads of poz cum too. He wants more from us today.” Coty rolled over in bed. His morning wood flopped against his abdomen. “Holy fuck, that monster seems even bigger today.” Zak crawled over to Coty and slipped his hard shaft into his mouth. Coty woke and shoved his cock to the back of Zak’s throat. “Hi Zak. I’m happy to see you,” Coty said as he stretched. Zak pulled Coty’s cock from his mouth. “I can tell,” he said, then licked Coty’s hard shaft. “Better be careful playing with that or you’ll be drinking my morning piss.” Zak slipped just the head of Coty’s cock into his mouth and sucked at his piss hole. “I’m warning you,” Coty said. By now Jonathan woke too with his own morning wood. Zak continued to tease Coty’s cock with his tongue. “Ok…..here you go,” he said. Coty pissed down Zak’s throat and Zak drank every drop. Jonathan batted his eyebrows at Zak and stood his cock straight up. Zak slid over to Jonathan and slipped his shaft down his throat. Zak held the head of Jonathan’s cock in his mouth, and Jonathan let go with a full stream of piss down his throat. Zak gulped down Jonathan’s piss then pulled his jeans off and stroked his boned up cock. “Fucking yum,” he said then rolled Jonathan onto his belly and buried his tongue in Jonathan’s cum filled hole. “Oh fuck, you guys….so fucking sweet,” he said lapping up cum from Jonathan’s cunt. Zak pulled Jonathan to his knees. Cum dripped from his hole, and Zak slammed his cock into Jonathan’s gooey cunt. With each thrust into Jonathan, cum slurped around Zak’s shaft and dripped onto the bed. Coty spread his ass cheeks, and Zak buried his fingers into Coty’s cunt. His fingers were immediately drenched with cum and ass juice, and he licked them clean while plowing his cock into Jonathan. “Oh fuck…..you’re getting my first toxic load right fucking now.” Zak’s cock throbbed and spewed his dirty seed into the cummy mix in Jonathan’s ass. Still rock hard he slid his cock from Jonathan’s hole and pulled Coty like a slab of meat to his cock. He pressed the head of his shaft to Coty’s cunt and plowed in. His cock bottomed out in Coty’s slick hole with ease. “Fuckin A, your cum filled holes feel so fucking incredible on my cock.” He pounded his cock into Coty and fingered Jonathan’s sloppy ass. He again lapped up the cum from his fingers, pushing him to the edge once again. “Fuck…..you ready for my poz load, cause you’re about to get it?” “Fuck yes….poz me up.” Zak plowed his cock in Coty, “Take my toxic seed you pig.” Zak fired off his poz cum in Coty’s cunt then buried his tongue in his ass, again tasting the mix of cum in Coty’s cunt. While Zak was fucking the guys Ian was texting me. “Morning Zeek.” “Hey Ian.” “Last night was so hot.” “Zak is here. When are you coming over? We need to breed you again.” “I’ll be there in about an hour….just got up. I’m feeling a little off this morning.” “Off?” “Just don’t feel quite right. I was too hot last night. Sweating bullets….couldn’t sleep.” “Converting???” “Not sure. Either way I’m horny as hell for your cum.” Awesome….cum get our loads. Seal the deal.” Ian showed up around 10:30. We all grabbed a late breakfast/ early lunch since we planned on fucking for several hours. Zak and I lined up the guys on the edge of the bed and took turns fucking our 3 hot chasers. Their holes were still sloppy, and slurped and drooled our toxic seed as we repeatedly plowed into their asses. By mid-afternoon each received another toxic load and all were soaked with piss to add to their strong stench. Zak slipped a butt plug into Jonathan and Coty. “We need to keep that seed in your holes guys. Let your bodies take in our dirty cum.” Zak then buried his tongue into Ian’s cunt and plowed his hungry hole to give him one more seeding. By the time he injected Ian with another dose of venomous cum Ian was looking quite rough around the edges. He rolled over on the bed with cum leaking from his ass. He shivered with chills and felt feverish to the touch. A wave of nausea hit and he dashed to the toilet to heave his guts out then curled up next to the porcelain God. I sat on the bathroom floor at Ian’s side, and he rested his head on a pillow on my lap. I checked Ian’s temperature….. 101.8. The guys stood in the bathroom doorway stroking their hard shafts. “I think you’re converting Ian. This looks like the ‘fuck flu’ to me,” I said. Coty burst out, “Fuck, way to go, Ian.” Ian’s cock throbbed fully erect. “This is fucking weird. I feel horrible yet I’m all turned on.” I chuckled, “I was the same way.” “You were?” “Yep, I was sick for about a week, but all boned up over it.” “Fuck.” “How about we get you to bed?” Ian nodded and we helped him to my bed. I reassured him, “Don’t worry. You’ll get through this. We’ll take care of you.” We spent the rest of the weekend shooting our dirty seed into Jonathan and Coty, and taking the last of their neg loads in our cunts. Opposite our poz fucking we checked on Ian, but let him rest as much as possible. Saturday night Brian was texting Ian. “What’s up, Ian? Haven’t heard from you all day.” “I’m sick in bed.” “I’m coming over.” “No. It’s just a bad flu bug. I don’t want you to catch it.” (He thought at least not yet anyway). (Ian’s cock boned up at the thought of pozzing Brian). “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” “Yes, I’m sure.” (Curious if Brian had any symptoms of gono, he text)…..”You feeling ok?” “I feel fine…..Hope you feel better…..I’ll check on you tomorrow.” “Good…..Thanks Brian.” Ian laid his phone on the nightstand and thought to himself…..maybe Brian slipped by without getting gono, but he soon would be taking charged cum. Ian spent the week in bed at my house. Brian called or text daily to see that he was okay, not knowing he was actually at his gifter’s home, lying in my bed seroconverting from my HIV virus. We split up time between Jonathan, Ian and myself to make sure Ian was doing okay and keeping up with fluids and the little bit of food he could eat. Opposite attending to Ian I continued to plant my virus in Jonathan and Coty, and like hungry vultures, they swapped loads and lapped up cum from their used cunts. I was definitely in the daddy role, but I still bent over for my boys to take their cocks, and got loaded up with their cum during the week too. By the weekend, Ian was a little weak but starting to feel better. He was jacking off all week knowing his cum was now fully charged to breed. Saturday he contacted Brian and set plans to get together that night to watch Netflix. If he had his way Brian would be taking his first dirty load of cum from Ian. The anticipation of his first charged breeding had Ian half boned up driving to Brian’s. They selected a movie from the thriller category, made some popcorn and cuddled up on the sofa together. Ian could hardly concentrate on the movie. He lounged in Brian’s arms with his head resting on Brian’s shoulder. Going commando felt more erotic to Ian, especially on this night. His cock strained against his jeans rock hard. He caressed Brian’s thigh and intentionally brushed against his cock several times. Brian’s shaft stiffened and throbbed. Ian grasped Brian’s hard cock and unzipped his jeans. He pulled Brian’s meat out then stood before him and stripped naked. Ian’s juices were already flowing, and charged precum dripped from the head of his hard shaft. Ian’s cock bounces with excitement. “I want to breed your ass again,” he said. Brian said nothing. He stood up, stripped naked, and dropped to his knees before Ian. He extended his tongue to the drop of precum dangling from Ian’s cock getting his first taste of Ian’s poison. He then slid the full length of Ian’s venomous snake down his throat and sucked his cock. Ian thrust his hips forward extending his cock deeper into Brian’s mouth. Ian tilted his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “Fuck yes,” he sighed and exhaled slowly. Ian pulled Brian to his feet and ebraced him in a passionate kiss. He caressed Brian’s back running his hand down to Brian’s firm ass. He grasped Brian’s butt cheek and stroked his fingers up Brian’s ass crack massaging around his hole. Brian stepped back from Ian, squat on the sofa on his knees and arched his back. His ass cheeks spread, and his cunt begged for Ian’s cock. “Fuck me…..fuck me bare,” Brian begged. “I want your cum in me.” “I’m going to breed your hole,” Ian said (thinking to himself…..and infect you with my poz cum). Ian licked around Brian’s cunt then worked his tongue deep inside. His cock throbbed against his grip as he stroked his toxic meat, smearing his precum along his shaft. He stood behind Brian with the head of his cock just inches from Brian’s cunt. He gazed at Brian’s neg hole then looked at his poz cock. His pole again bounced as his muscles flexed down his shaft. Precum dripped from his cock head onto Brian’s cunt. Ian spit into his hand and worked his fingers into Brian’s hole then like a ravenous predator he grabbed Brian by the hips and thrust his cock into Brian’s neg cunt. Brian screamed in pain and clenched onto the sofa. “Fuckin A that hurt,” he yelled. “Take it easy.” “Sorry,” Ian said. “Guess I got carried away looking at that sweet hole.” (Ian thought to himself: That should tear you open for my virus). Brian’s tight grip on the sofa relaxed as the burning pain deep in his ass subsided. Ian withdrew the full length of his cock, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an evil grin. A tinge of red blood streaked down his shaft. He slowly watched each inch of his poz shaft slide back into Brian’s cunt before repeatedly pounding his stiff cock deep inside. “Oh, fuck, yes,” Brian mumbled. “Fuck you feel good in me.” “I want to shoot my load in you. Give you all my cum.” Ian Buried his cock all the way into Brian’s hole then pulled Brian’s hips tight to his body and ground his meat deeper inside. “Fuck…..I’m leaking all my juices in you. You’re getting your cunt filled with my cum soon. Want it?” “Fuck, yes…..give me your cum.” “Are you sure you want it?” “Yes. I want it all.” “Oh, fuck…. I’m getting close.” Ian pounded harder and faster into Brian. His cock thickened and his taboo thoughts pushed him to the edge. “Oh FFFUUUCCCKKK,” he burst out and Ian’s toxic cock spewed its venom from his piss hole. His cock continued to throb and fire off more demon seed. Ian continued to pump Brian’s cunt to sew his seed into his gut. (He thought to himself as his cock erupted: Take my DNA….Feel my HIV in your body forever). Ian pulled his shaft from Brian’s ass. A small glob of toxic cum dripped off the lip of Brian’s cunt, and Ian’s cock throbbed at the sight. Brian flipped onto his back and eagerly slammed two fingers into his cunt as he stroked his hard dick. He pulled his cum sloppy fingers from his hole and buried them in his mouth as his cock stiffened and shot off his load all over his chest and face. “Fuck that was hot,” they both said at the same time. “Jinx,” Brian said and nudged Ian in the arm with a chuckle. Ian said, “Fuck, I have to piss….want it?” Brian panted, “Let me catch my breath first.” Ian grabbed his phone and called out as he raced off to the bathroom, “Then I’m dumping this one down the toilet.” While in the bathroom Ian sent a text to Coty, “Brian’s poz load count: 1……<EG>.” While Ian was taking a piss Brian sprawled out on the couch with his hands behind his head and let out a pleasurable sigh as he closed his eyes. Little did he know Ian’s cum he held in his gut was laced with HIV. The following week Ian pumped another 3 poz loads into Brian’s hole. He soaked Brian with his piss twice and even emptied a full bladder of urine down Brian’s throat. Ian even took Brian’s load in his cunt and fed it back to Brian. Maybe Brian was more of a pig than I expected. Friday night I took time for Zak and me and drove to Chicago to spend the weekend with him and his daddy, Charles. We spent the weekend at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry and recharging each other’s holes. Little did I know that all hell was breaking loose back home. Ian bred Brian’s hole with another load of his toxic seed Saturday night. He again ran off to the bathroom to send a text to Coty, “Brian’s poz load count:….. 5.” Brian’s phone lit up with a message from Ian. He expected it to be a goofy text. He swiped his phone, opened the text, and was immediately stunned. It read: “Brian’s poz load count:….. 5.” Brian froze. His jaw dropped, and his heart sank. “What the fuck??!!” he yelled out loud. Ian didn’t realize he mistakenly sent the text to Brian instead of Coty. He returned to the kitchen to find Brian staring at his phone in shock. Brian held the phone out toward Ian, “Is this some kind of sick joke?” Ian read the text message. His eyes widened realizing the enormity of his mistake. “Uh…..I’m sorry…….I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” “Find out this way,” he angrily asked? “Then it’s true? You’re HIV positive?!! You’ve been fucking me bareback!! And you’re sorry?” Ian tried to explain. “I tried to resist this turn on, but I couldn’t any longer.” “What some turn on for poz guys?” “I hoped to bring out your pig side, that maybe you would have the same turn on.” “Hoped I’d have the same turn on? You didn’t give me a choice did you?” “I’m sorry…..I love you, Brian.” “Don’t even……,” he yelled!! He grabbed Ian by the arm and shoved him toward the door. Ian fell to the floor. “Just get the fuck out,” he yelled!! Ian grabbed his things and the door closed behind him. He stood on the front porch and sobbed. Brian stood at the kitchen cupboard trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Tears rolled down his cheeks. “FFFUUUCCCKKK,” he yelled!!! He grasped the glass next to him on the countertop and threw it across the room smashing it on the wall.

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

My name is Dennis now I am 35 years old still muscular and well supplied in pants and a proud poz seed whore. Back in the day when I was in my twenties I was a real woman magnet and devourer. A man women turned around for and hoped I had noticed them. Whenever a handsome one walked by I had always spotted them and usually it didn't take long for them to be pounded open by my cock, after they were filled with my seed they always wanted more and tried to trap me in a relationship but relationships were nothing to me. I didn't want to commit and always wanted other and more. Ideally I wanted to fuck them in the ass but none of them wanted this and so I was left hungry. I wanted to know how it felt to feel a tight and exciting hole sliding over my cock. One evening I was on a chat site looking for a new conquest. My bio said: Dennis 24 years 1 m 85 cm 87 kg muscles and a cock of 22 cm and 6 thick, looking for an ass to be filled. After some disappointing chats I got a message from Sam, 32 j athletic and looking for a solid man for solid sex. the conversation started short and to the point as I liked it. What to find for, what do you fall for, ... The answers I got back were very promising. Ass fucking was no problem, we could meet right away and I was allowed to bare fuck. My pictures excited her but I didn't get any myself because there were no pictures on the PC at work. I thought that was the least of it, the fact that I could finally fuck an ass was enough and Sam had asked if I could wait naked in on my bed, blindfolded and strapped to the bed. She would suck my cock hard and then stick it in her ass. So should she still be ugly as night I still had a blindfold on. 2 h later I got a message that Sam was at my door downstairs. I opened the door set the door to my apartment ajar and, naked and with blindfold on, lay down on my bed and fastened my hands to the headboard. Nerves began to rise a little. Imagine that I was going to be robbed by some gang, I was lying there naked, blindfolded and tied to my bed, I could untie myself but I couldn't do that now either in 1 2 3. But it was too late to back out The door to my apartment closed and I heard Sam enter the room and clothes come off. I felt a tongue licking at my limp pole and nerves immediately gave way to horniness. The idea of a stranger I couldn't see making my rod stiffened me immensely. I felt two hands push my legs open to make room for me to get between them. The next thing was that my foreskin was pulled back and my glans was exposed. I felt two wet lips and a tongue slide over my glans and then my semi-hard pole slid into a warm moist mouth. My mouth fell open because never before had I received such a blow job. That flaccid cock was hard in no time and was throat deep, I heard no gag reflex and even felt attempts to get my cock even deeper down her throat. I wanted to be able to put my hands on her head and thrust but because I was tied up I couldn't. It only made me even hornier. Who was this and this person knew how to give a blowjob. I moaned with pleasure but still I had not heard a sound from the person who was giving me pleasure. This could take forever, this was by far the best blowjob I had ever received but e moist and warm mouth left my now hard and firm cock. I felt Sam shift on the bed. I felt two gentle hands pushing on my legs and a sphincter pushing on my glans. The time had come at last I would fuck an ass. It was just too bad I didn't get to see that moment ass. I felt Sam lower himself down and without effort my glans drilled an opening in the ass and made its way inside. The sphincter opened up nicely and clamped around my inward going cock. I let out a deep moan but to my surprise I heard nothing from Sam. What a woman I thought to myself, she can suck like the best and get a monster of a cock in her ass without screaming to stop. My cock was completely inside her hole, a heavenly feeling. It was a warm and narrow hole and my pole begged to be ridden. I felt the ass resting on my legs and getting used to my monster. Getting used to it didn't take long and slowly Sam began to ride my cock. This was heavenly, the sphincter tightened completely around my pole and slid smoothly over my fat cock. I wanted to grab hold of Sam and be able to thrust my cock hard into her hole but I couldn't. So I began to encourage her to go harder. Ride slut, ride your hole hard on my fat stick. Show how much you like being fucked in the ass by a real guy. Still I heard no moans from Sam. I couldn't hold myself back and went all the way. The encouragement did help as she started riding my fat monster harder and harder. It wouldn't be long before I would squirt and I still want to see her riding my pole. I want to be you riding my pole I called out to Sam and I heard a groaning laugh and an ok. This was the first sound I heard and I was surprised that it didn't sound very feminine. As Sam continued riding my cock I untied my hands and with one hand I grabbed her hip and with my other I pulled off my blindfold. My eyes had to get used to the light for a moment. My other hand gripped the other side of the hip and I began to set the pace. I could see Sam's back and it didn't look very feminine either, sporting broad shoulders and also saw that Sam had short hair. It didn't bother me that she looked masculine from behind because the moment was there to fill the ass up and felt my muscles contract to take the first shot. Here it comes slut I cried out and I felt the first string of seed squirt out of my monster into Sam's hole. The second and the third immediately followed and I felt the hole being filled with my seed. My cock went limp in Sam's hole and Sam straightened up causing my cock to come out of Sam's hole. Sam turned and wanted my cock , but my mouth fell open. My eyes now saw for the first time that Sam was not a woman but a man, not a female type but actually a solid tough man . Sam took my cock in his mouth and wanted to lick it clean . My head was still processing it but my hands pushed him away from me anyway. What are you doing, get off me. Didn't you like it said Sam, judging by your reaction just now, I didn't hear you complaining anyway. I didn't know what to say because he was right I had never had such a blowjob and orgasm. But still, I liked women, also only fucked women and didn't feel good about the idea that I had just fucked a man even though it was, the best I had ever experienced. Sam stood up a put his clothes on while I was still completely out of it from what had just happened. When he was dressed he put his cell number on the dresser. Just in case you feel like it and want to find out what you are missing. I said nothing but thought hell no. Sam went outside and I heard front door of the apartment open and close again. I stayed in my bed for a while longer and tried to grasp it all. The days that followed were an intoxication for me. My thoughts were in knots. On the one hand it was the best sex ever and on the other hand it was with a man. The days went by and by the end of the 2 week I didn't know what to do with my hotness anymore. My head had had enough. It was the best sex and it was with a man. I had enjoyed it until the moment I knew it was a man and my monster wanted more. Even though I wasn't fully convinced yet I took Sam's number which was still on the closet and sent him a message with the much telling the words HI, Dennis here. How are you. Sam sent back almost immediately. S :Here all good, actually expected you earlier.D: Don't actually know what I'm doing, but I want to see you again. S: Lol. What are your plans this weekend. 😧 not much have no plans until I have to go back to work Monday. S: if you want you can feel free to come with me, I'm going to my cottage this weekend 😧 uh, I don't know. I was actually just thinking of fucking you blindfolded again. S: well if you want to fuck me this weekend you will have to come with me. S: you should know I don't oblige you to anything but you certainly wouldn't regret it. S: I am leaving in 2 hours. I can come and pick you up. I will park in front of your door and then I will see if you wait in front of your door or not. If you come with me you don't have to pack much, just some fresh clothes and toothbrush will do. 😧 I'll think about it. 1 hour later 😧 Send me the address then I can drive myself and if I don't feel comfortable I can always leave and you can continue your weekend and you don't have to bring me back. S: You have a point there. I'll send you the address later. Sam sent Dennis the address and what time he was expected. Dennis looked at the message and grew more nervous by the minute. Would he leave, he didn't know the guy and was he sure he wanted to go through with this. But like any guy not he decides not with his mind but with his dick. He took his things put them in a sports bag and left in the direction of Sam's vacation home. It was a 2 hour drive and the whole ride he was nervous, tangling with himself. When he got there he even hesitated for a moment whether he wouldn't just turn back right around, but he didn't have the chance because Sam had seen him drive up and come out. To his surprise, it was not a small house but a large villa he was parked in front of. He stepped out. I'm glad to see you he said, I really didn't think you would come. Yes I am surprised at myself for being here said Dennis. Come let's go inside so you can settle in. With knees buckling and still doubting Dennis stepped inside. Want something to drink asked Sam, you must be thirsty after that long drive. Yes is fine said Dennis. Sam went to the kitchen and came out with 2 filled glasses of Getorade. It's not fresh yet he said because I've only been here an hour myself. No problem said Dennis and because of the nerves drank the whole glass in 1 go. The taste was not as he had expected it but the drink was not cold so it must be because of that he thought. Let me show you your room said Sam with a grin. They went upstairs and Sam opened the door to the room, this is where you sleep. Unless you want to sleep with me he said with a grin. Dennis felt his heart pounding in his throat and grinned back shamefully. We'll see how it goes he said. He stepped into the room and Sam left Dennis alone for a moment so he could unpack his things. When you are ready you should just come downstairs and we can talk for a while he said. Sam put himself on the king-size bed and wondered what he was doing, but he opened his gym bag and took out his things and put his things on a closet. He spun around the room a few more times and gathered all his courage and went back downstairs. While Dennis was upstairs Sam laid out only necessary gear so he could initiate his new prey into the wonderful world of Tina, Xtc, G, seed, hard fucking and total submission. That stupid fucker didn't know what he was getting into but there was no turning back as he had already taken his first dose of G and within minutes would become very willing to give himself completely to his new life as a cum dump. Did it work out said Sam. Yeah thanks said Dennis. What convinced you to come asked Sam. The nerves began to ebb away from Dennis and he began to get more at ease. Well yeah I actually don't know, I guess, I don't know why I came. Aren't you just curious about whether you really love fucking a man said Sam. Yes I think it must be something like that said Dennis. He really just wanted to put his cock back in that ass to experience that blissful feeling again and preferably with a blindfold on so he didn't have to see he was fucking a man. Sam sat down next to him in the seat. I will introduce myself first he said. I am Sam 32 j gay and am both top and bottom but more top than bottom actually. Dennis asked why he hadn't actually said he was a man on the chat. Well you just didn't ask said Sam, should you have asked I wouldn't have lied about it. I am often on the chat looking for men who are bi or men who don't know yet that they are bi or gay. Even though I knew you are straight I wanted to take my chance because I think you will be able to enjoy this. I have been following you for a while and have chatted with you a few times without knowing and you had become a goal for me and look I have been proven right after all. Dennis didn't know whether to feel flattered or angry. But his body began to feel weird, he slowly began to lose control. Do you do this often asked Dennis. Oh once in a while I do try to seduce a straight guy rarely with success, but I hope I've got a bite now said Sam convincingly. Dennis struggled to respond and just nodded. Do you come here often on weekends he tried to keep the conversation somewhat normal. I try to come here twice a month anyway, but this weekend I am meeting up with 7 more friends to celebrate a birthday. Tomorrow the others will come and we will have a party. If you are still here you are certainly welcome to join the celebration. Dennis didn't know what to do anymore. Should he try to walk away now or stay because what this he did not expect there would be 7 other men and what would they think he was here for. He would immediately be considered gay and he wasn't. Sam saw that Dennis was getting harder to focus and saw that the G was starting to do its job. Enough chatting, what do you want to do now that you are here he said. I don't know said Sam, just put on a blindfold and let you do your thing like last time. No more blindfold this time said Sam, that was good for the first time. Now if you still want to fuck my pussy you will have to do something for it. What then? I'm not your disposable object hey said Sam I have my needs too. I don't know if I can and want to do anything with you said Dennis. Let me help you said Sam, let's take away some tension and see how it goes. Ok, said Dennis. Sam got up and went to a cabinet and took out a crystal filled pipe. What is this asked Dennis who was already starting to get a little more into a trance. Well I will melt those crystals later and then you have to inhale the smoke, hold it and then blow out a big white cloud. That will help you get a little calmer and a little looser. You will see if you do this you will be a little less restrained and everything will go by itself and you will see how far you get. Because we're not going to do anything you don't want to do. I don't know said Dennis. I've never done drugs before. Just try it you will see you will be more at ease. Sam lit the lighter and held it under the filled ball of crystals. The crystals began to melt and Sam pushed the pipe to Dennis' mouth which no longer gave resistance. And now inhale deeply and hold it like Sam said. Dennis hesitated for a moment looked into Sam's eyes and breathed in deeply and felt the tina flow into his body and when he couldn't hold it anymore he blew a big white cloud. Good boy said Sam and now again. Dennis obeyed and sucked in the smoke. He felt better and deep inside a horniness welling up. After the 4th puff his eyes were already turning in his head and his hands began to fondle his body. Sam took the pipe back and asked how he felt. I feel horny, dirty and like I could take on the whole world. Good, Sam said exactly what I want to hear. Now I will take a puff myself and then will blow the smoke into your mouth, is that good for you. At this point all was well for Dennis for he was already almost completely off the map. Sam melted the crystals, sucked the smoke, put his hands on Dennis' head and pulled him to his mouth. Placed his lips on Dennis's and blew the smoke into Dennis's mouth. When Sam pulled back, he kissed the lips of Dennis who was enjoying the attention he was receiving with his eyes closed. When Dennis blew out the cloud Sam sucked smoke again and placed his lips back on Dennis' mouth but this time with a little more indulgence again blew the smoke into his mouth and while pushing his tongue in with it. Dennis who was startled by the new sensation he experienced in his mouth tried to pull his head back but couldn't because Sam had a firm grip on him. It was not long before he surrendered to his horniness and he too stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth. The two were now kissing fiercely and Sam pushed Dennis down into the seat and lay on top of him. He kissed him on his neck and with his tongue he went wild. Dennis moaned with pleasure and without realizing it himself his hands were sliding over Sam's body. S: Do you like it D : Hmmmm yes S: Do you want more D : Yes S: then take off your shirt Dennis looked at Sam with longing eyes and took off his shirt and also took off Sam's shirt. Deep inside he was amazed at what he was doing but his body reacted on autopilot, the chems and the horniness. Again they began to kiss fiercely. S: lick my nipples, and show me you want more. The chems were now working at full speed because without the G and the Tina, Dennis probably never would have done or dared to do this. But like a man possessed he began to lick Sam's nipples S: good, show me you want this. Show me that I make you horny. Dennis growled and licked at Sam's nipples and with his hands he went over Sam's back to his ass and took a firm hold of him. S: let yourself completely go, let your true self come out. Dennis shocked himself never thought he could get so horny from kissing a man, let alone licking and sucking his nipples. Sam reached back for the pipe and melted back the remaining crystals. S: take another hit so you are completely free He pushed the pipe into Dennis' mouth and he eagerly sucked the Tina in and after a few moments blew a big white cloud into the room. Sam pulled Dennis straight and kissed him again as they stood up. S: how are you feeling honey Dennis bit his lip and his hands felt his whole body, he slid his hand down his pants and took his limp monster in his hand and began to jerk himself. His other hand went over Sam's chest. D : I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel extremely turned on and can't wait to fuck you. S: you are not ready yet darling, to fuck my pussy you will have to prove yourself first. He kissed Dennis again. D : what do I have to do to prove myself S: take another hit of the pipe first. Dennis did what was asked of him and took another solid hit of pipe filled with Tina. D : this stuff is fantastic, what is it actually S: This stuff is Tina, and it makes you the horniest guy ever. It makes your true self come out. D : it does indeed make me extremely horny and never thought I would do all of this. S: if you want to fuck my pussy get on your knees. Dennis did what was asked of him and got down on his knees. Dennis pulled on his own limp dick with one hand, his other on Sam's hard cock and sucked as hard and as well as he could. He felt a rush rising in Sam's cock. S: here it comes slut, here comes my seed, swallow it if you want to fuck me S: ah yes, yes yes yes Dennis felt his mouth being filled with hot seed and stopped sucking but kept the squirting cock in his mouth. Sam squirted so much he couldn't keep it all in his mouth and the seed ran down the corners of his mouth. S: swallow, Swallow my seed you filthy bitch Without really thinking about it anymore, he swallowed Sam's seed. Pulled his mouth from limp cock and wiped away the seed running down his cheeks. Sam shook some more and then sat down in the couch. S: that wasn't bad for your first time honey Dennis who now came to sit next to him still turned on and high but realizing what he had done. D : thanks S: that didn't sound very convincing Dennis' mind shot in all directions, it was the first time he had sucked a cock and tasted cum. It tasted different than he had thought. It tasted sweet and startled at the thought of wanting more of this. Sam got up and went to the kitchen and came back with a filled glass of Getorade with G in it S: here take a sip to pass it all through Dennis accepted the glass and drank it all the way down. D : may I fuck you now S: just be patient honey, you will get your reward but let me get my strength up for a moment And the new dose of G work he thought to himself. Sam put on a porn movie to stay in the mood, to keep Dennis relaxed it was straight porn. After fifteen minutes Sam saw that the new dose of G was starting to do its work on Dennis and he fondled his leg. Dennis moaned lightly and Sam licked his nipples. Dennis closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention he was getting. Sam came with his mouth on Dennis' mouth, he opened his mouth and they began to tongue kiss firmly again. S: follow me (he whispered). Sam and Dennis stood up, Dennis felt that he was unsteady on his feet from all the chems that had flowed into his body. S: before we go upstairs take a few firm hits first then we can continue for a while. Dennis who had completely lost control did as he was told and took a few more firm puffs of the pipe. Sam took Dennis' hand and led him into the basement. Sam turned on the light and Dennis saw a dark room lit in neon with a large bed, chains hanging from the ceiling, all kinds of stuff lying in a glass case a weird couch a wooden cross and a cloth held up by 4 chains. Dennis's head spun and tried to take in the room D : what is all this S: this is my play and transformation room. D : transformation room? S: you will see, but don't think too much about it now and get on the bed. Dennis waddled over to the bed and lay on his back and looked at the ceiling which was completely spinning due to the chems. Sam took 2 wrist and 2 ankle straps and put them on Dennis. D : what are you doing S: I will let you enjoy yourself but I only want to do that when you are tied up Dennis didn't feel like resisting and let Sam have his way and the wrist straps around his wrist were latched to the head of the bed. His legs were pulled open and each attached to side of bed. Sam looked at his prey with a gray. He doesn't know it yet but soon not he will be fucking but he will be fucked. S: all good baby Dennis was in a trance for a moment and could only utter hmmmm yes. S: Shall I make your limp cock stiff so you can fuck my pussy? D : My monster is already stiff Sam looked at Dennis with a grin S: take a good look at your cock I think it needs some attention to get it stiff. Dennis looked at his limp and lame cock 😧 all along I thought it was stiff. How can this be, I have never felt as horny as I do now S: I'll help you baby. Sam knew he could suck as much as he wanted on Dennis' limp cock, he wouldn't get any life in it because Dennis already had so much Tina in his body that he had a Tina dick. Sam took the limp cock in his mouth and began to lick and suck it. Dennis moaned at feeling the warm mouth around his soft cock. But as expected it did not come hard. S: don't you like it baby 😧 yes I do S: your monster apparently doesn't Dennis looked at his cock and saw that it was still limp. He was embarrassed. D : sorry I find it really delicious, I've never had this before. S: no big deal, don't worry about it. I will try to spoil you in another way. D : how then S: leave that to me and just surrender to me completely. Sam took Dennis' balls in his mouth and sucked on them for a while. Dennis curled his toes in pleasure and fell deeper into a trance. But this was not the end station for Sam, he took a pillow and pushed it under Dennis's ass so his pussy was easier to reach. He pushed Dennis' ass open and licked his way to his virgin cunt. D : what are you doing S: just enjoy it I'll give you something better than a blow job. Sam began to lick Dennis' pussy and he became completely ecstatic with the new experience. Sam played with Dennis' hole for a moment and then abruptly stopped. D : don't stop this is way too good. S: I want to lick you further but then I will have to clean you first darling. I'm not playing with a dirty hole. D : I washed before I left. S: that may be good but all that hair sticks in my mouth and you're not clean inside. S: I will clean you up and then you can continue to enjoy yourself. Sam took hair removal cream smeared it all over Dennis' ass, pussy cock and balls. He went to glass case took a bedpan, 2 balloons filled with liquid and a towel D : what are you doing to me S: quiet baby I am getting you ready so you can continue to enjoy yourself. I will rinse you and that cream I smeared is to remove your hair. Dennis let Sam proceed as the G had him completely in his power. He felt the pillow taken from under him and a cold metal thing was put in its place. He felt a narrow tube being pushed into his sphincter. S: I will inject liquid directly into your ass. You keep this in until I say you can unload. D : what, I don't want that S: now surrender completely you will thank me afterwards. Dennis had no choice and he felt his ass being filled with the liquid from one of the balloons. S: hold on baby. After a minute or 2 S: let it come out Dennis let the liquid come out and Sam saw that chempiss he just put in his future slut's pussy was clear and clean. S: good baby we only have to do it once because you are clean He squirted away the cream with the other balloon and dried the hairless cock and cunt. He pulled the bedpan from under Dennis and put the pillow back under it. Dennis began to feel the effect of the chempiss. He got hotter and began to fly even more. D : oh man I'm horny, please lick me, I want you to lick my hole. S: do you really want that. Do you really want me to play with your ass. D : yes pleas give it to me. S: what will I get in return. D : I will suck your cock, kiss you anything you want. S: well baby I'll think about how to thank me. The stupid fuck didn't know what he had just promised. Sam took a shard in his hands and sat back between Dennis' legs and licked back at the virgin pussy. Dennis mouth fell open and gasped and moaned heavily. Sam stuck his tongue into Dennis' hole and noticed that the sphincter had already become less tense. He took the shard Tina had in his hand and as he licked he pushed deep into Dennis' hole with tip of his finger. Dennis was still in ecstasy and had not noticed the finger in his ass. What he did notice was his hole was starting to get very warm. D : what did you do, I am burning inside. S: I haven't done anything, you are just letting your true self come out. D : oh oh oh oh I am so hot. Hmmmm Sam licked firmly on and knew his work was almost done. For the sphincter was now completely loose and beginning to open. He stopped licking and came to sit up and he looked at Dennis who was now flying so high. Dennis did not know what to do with his horniness and he got a longing feeling from his ass. A feeling of emptiness and the need to be filled. D : what is happening to me he moaned D : my hole, my hole S : what is happening to your hole D : it feels so empty S : empty do you want me to put something in it D : I don't know D : yes put something in it so it doesn't feel empty anymore. S : are you sure? Because if I put something in it I don't know if I'll be able to stop. D : yes I don't care, put something in it. S : what do you want me to put in, my finger? D : yes anything is good Sam inserted 2 fingers into Dennis' pussy and began to lightly finger him. Dennis heaved a deep sigh at feeling the fingers in his asshole and enjoyed the feeling. But the empty feeling remained. S : is it good like this baby D : more it has to be more. Sam grinned. S : shall I take a dildo for you D : yes do it Sam took a slim dildo put some lube mixed with Tina on it and gently pushed it into Dennis' hole. Dennis cave welcomed the dildo by opening even more. Little by little the dildo went deeper and deeper. Dennis moaned and again felt that burning sensation. D : oh yes, more, deeper, harder. I'm so hot, fuck Sam enjoyed this, the moment they ask for more. The moment they let their pussy be used for the first time and enjoy it. S: you see baby I was going to let you enjoy it. Let your true self come out, let yourself completely free Sam gently fucked him with the dildo and Dennis moaned heavily, but the dildo was still not enough to take away the empty feeling 😧 more I need to be filled more. A big grin came on Sam's face, this is what he had been waiting for. S: if you want to be filled more I will have to fuck you I'm afraid because I don't have anything thicker anymore Which was a big lie, but of course Dennis didn't know that. Dennis didn't care how or with what but he needed to be filled and lay shaking with desire on the bed. S: if you want that will have to get me hard first then. Dennis opened his mouth and Sam removed the dildo from the slightly gaping pussy. Dennis immediately felt the empty feeling return and mused no leave that one in place. S: if you want to be filled you will have to suck me first slut. And let his limp cock hang in front of Dennis' mouth. Dennis's desire to be filled was so great that he raised his head and sucked the cock inside and began to suck the cock like a real meth whore. He felt his mouth being filled back with the stiffening pole and couldn't wait for that cock to be in his pussy. S: just stop sucking baby or I'll fill your mouth again. I will reward your cunt with my fat cock. He quickly shoved the bottle of poppers under Dennis' nose and let him do a few more deep pulls. Sam untied his legs from the bed and placed them on his shoulders. He placed the tip of his glans against the yearning sphincter S: are you ready slut, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. D : yes please fill my hole, I can't take the emptiness anymore. Sam pushed his glans through the sphincter and felt the warmth of the virgin cunt. Dennis moaned heavily and felt like his sphincter was going to rip. D : That hurts. It hurts. Stop S: now I can't stop baby And he pushed his shaft deeper inside. Dennis felt his hole being pulled open even more and more pain, but the empty feeling was gone. Sam was almost balls deep and stopped for a moment so Dennis' hole could get used to the intruder. Dennis felt the pain begin to fade away and in its place he got another wave of horniness. He got the poppers shoved under his nose once more and sniffed it heavily through each nostril. Sam felt the sphincter relax and that was the signal to start thrusting. He started softly and saw Dennis breathing heavily with his mouth open. D : oh my god, fuck , oh my god D : harder, fuck me harder S: do you want me to fuck harder, do you want me to fuck you like a real slut, a whore, a cum dump. S: tell me you're a slut a whore and you have a cunt to be filled D : yes fuck me D : fuck me, I'm a slut, a whore and have a cunt to be filled Sam needed to hear no more and he began to fuck more firmly. Dennis began to moan more heavily D : oh fuck yeah, fuck, oh my god, fuck me fuck my hole S: Now your cunt is still straining so nicely slut, but by the time I am done with you you will have a real open cock asking slut hole. I'll make a true cum asking whore out of you. You'll never want to fuck a woman's cunt again. S: do you want that slut, for me to fully train you into a real whore D : yes, yes make a whore out of me. Sam was ramming heavily into the tight cunt and Dennis cried out in pleasure. S: open your mouth slut because I'm going to spray your'e mouth full with my cum. Dennis eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue S: Here it comes bitch Sam pulled his cock out of Dennis' pussy leaving a gaping empty hole, and as fast as he could he stuck his monster in the open mouth and began to squirt. Dennis eagerly drank the offered cum and did not have to be encouraged to swallow this time. It was also the first time he tasted his own pussy and it tasted for more. He licked the slackening dick clean and enjoyed his first fuck for a moment. But that empty feeling and the moaning of his now gaping cunt to be filled came back. D : fill me, fill me again, I can't do without it. S: look at you, you're becoming a real whore. Never enough. But I'll fill you up slut, I'll keep your cunt nice and open for later on Sam took a big butt plug put some extra special lube on it and pushed it to the gaping hole. The sphincter opened without a problem and let the plug in. Dennis let out a heavy moan as the plug reached its thickest point and let out a deep groan as it sucked into place. Again he felt that burning sensation as the Tina began to work into his gut wall and again got very hot. S: try to get some rest first slut. You are nice and broken in now but when the others are here later you should be able to serve them too because you are my birthday present for the party. Dennis who hadn't had a sober moment since stepping through the door a few hours ago could only nod as the new load of Tina shot through his body. The feel of the butt plug was blissful as it took away the seeing sensation of his pussy. Dennis looked at Sam with horny and flying eyes and bit his lower lip groaning S: did you like your first fuck slut, do you want to be hammered more by real cunts D : oh yes that was delicious, I never thought I would say this but getting fucked is heaven. I more I want to feel you inside me every day. I love you. He felt like every cunt that he himself had fucked before and who wanted more after they had been fucked by him. He hoped Sam would tell him he loved him and would fuck him every day. Sam grinned and looked proudly at his new creation. S: I will fuck you again slut and will turn your cunt into a gaping seed-demanding hole. Soon when my friends are here we will include you in our brotherhood and we will be bonded forever. He came closer and placed his lips a few inches from Dennis'. Dennis put his head forward and kissed him passionately. S: Get some rest I'll be back later to get you ready for the party.

I've been playing with some decent sized toys for the last year to year and a half. My hole can take a 65 size dildo with without lube if I go slow, and a 75 size dildo without any warm up with lube. I can take an 85 and 100 with warmup but that's my current limit. I want my hole to start really turning into a slit with some nice lips. At what size does this start to develope and is there anything I should augment my routines with?

Yess !!!!!

I watched hot men fucking each other and I knew I wanted to both fuck and be fucked. It only made sense since it made me so hard. It was natural for me.

When I started anal masturbation at 11 I knew I wanted to get fucked by men. I also knew i was a bottom and didn’t have any interest in topping.

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!!! 🐷

I think most of us here who write stories read the Dr. Mike stories at some point. They were definitely inspirations in some way. Definitely read them. They are fucked up in the best way possible.

Sunday afternoon at the cruise club. Had struck out previous visit but this was different, almost a record for me. It was a naked cruise session although some subs wear jock, a few wear t shirts. I just wore shoes and socks. Within 5 minutes I had wandered into a dark room and started sucking the cock of the guy already there. His fingers reached around and stroked my hole which was my signal to reposition myself and immediately he was shoving his raw cock into my hole. This first guy had a distinctive rhythm to his thrusts which were designed to slam down as hard as he could. A few guys had gathered around and after a while he let another guy have a turn fucking me then he started his hard thrust# again. The crowd of guys lurking behind me was surprisingly large by now and there was a fairly orderly process of them fucking me one after the other. I was fucked 9 times in an hour without moving out of the dark room. There guys came in my asshole. The first guy to cum, came with a lot of noise and that absolutely worked up the following guys to fuck my hole. The next to deposit a load did so with less fanfare but it was getting sloppy now. After a few more fucks, the last guy to come jerked his cock almost to climax and then pushed in my hole and made the deposit.

Following last night events, I spent the day chatting with Rob & Marcus, making plans for the evening and they told me both their bf’s will be joining plus 3 of their friends, BINGO! I finished my meetings and had a drink before I headed back to my suite to get myself ready, pulled out the plug, allowing all the cum I kept in me to flow out my gaping hole and I drank most of it, douched to get ready for tonight’s events and had a quick shower. Had about an hour for the gang to arrive so I hopped on Girndr to find a quick load and bingo, a 30 yr wanted to dump a load before heading out to a show, 5 min later he was in my room, I didn’t bother with clothes so I bent over the bed, he quickly pulled out a nice 7” cock, spat on my hole and rubbed the head on it, before he shoved it in and till he was balls deep in my cunt. It was a quick and rough fuck, just what I needed to pre-lube my cunt and for him to unload his 3 days load. No longer the 10 min after he was leaving and I was feeling ready for the night! Since Rob & Marcus worked at the hotel it wasn’t an issue for them to get up to my room and apparently they also shared the news with some of their coworkers. Bingo! Then there was a knock on my door, I opened it completely naked and still flushed from the previous fuck. They were all so hot, young (19-25) making all blush from excitement from what's coming. As they stepped in they waisted no time and stripped and I was on my knees, surrounded by 7 beautiful looking men, hung and hard so I immediately started taking turns sucking them 1 by 1, showing them my skill of deep throating as I encountered them to throat fuck me. Soon after we moved to the bed, I was put on my back and the fun began as they started plowing my hole 1 after the other while the rest face fucked me or sat on my face for me to rim their holes (Love it!!) After they each unloaded in me at least once like that, Marcus mentioned I can take 2 of them in my cunt together so we switched positions and a double penetration session began! I was in heaven and came hands free several times while my cunt was being ripped open by the lads and their big cock! The best combination was being plowed by an 11" thick as fuck cock (couldn't close my big hand around) and his equally thick 10" partner. I saw stars from the joy I was having!!! They all came in me like this as well (apparently aside Rob, one more was blessed with Hyperspermia so it was equivalent to 5-6 loads at least from each of their shots!!! By now when we finished this round, my cunt was a complete mess, gaping and overflowing with 2-3 loads from each and I was put back on my back since they wanted to fist me for a bit, which I obviously begged them to. it started slow and pretty quickly it turned into having my cunt punch fucked and also having 2 hands shoved deep in me! I noticed Rob getting a text and moved away from my sight, apparently 2 of his colleagues were at the door so he went to let them in and join the party. this went on for a bit more, then they wanted to fuck me some more and allowing the new guys a go with my holes too so we did just that, they all took turns, some more double penetration and I was rewarded by at least 1-2 loads from each of them before they shoved my biggest plug in me to keep all their loads in. when they decided to finally finish it was nearly 4 hours later and we all were sweaty as fuck and the room wreaked of cum and sex we took turns taking showers Apparently they called room service for some food and drinks and managed to also replace the sheets and all the wet towels, guess it’s convenient they worked there lol So we ate and drank a bit, chatting like we knew each other for ages and they all brought up their favorite moment from the night events, complimenting my endurance as a good cumdump ☺️ I was in fuck heaven when they left, we all exchanged contact info and we would definitely keep in touch. I will be flying out later tonight so I won’t have time for another big session but hopefully I’d get another load from Marcus, Ron and their coworkers before I leave oink! Till next time 🙂

I really like this one! He delivered bc a hot load too! 💦💦💦

I voted for 0%, because that's the condition for my still-extant family. My sisters, their husbands, and their children are all 100% accepting of me and my partner, and farther out, the cousins I have left are all fine with it too. Going back, my parents weren't always quite perfectly comfortable with it - when I first came out to my parents, they didn't disown me or anything, but they weren't really overly welcoming to my partner at the time (though, to be fair, he frequently was an asshole, so....). They were much more friendly with my next partner, and with my current (going on 20 years), there was no question that he was part of the family from the start. That said, my mother, as a strict Roman Catholic, did voice the opinion that if we married, she thought we should keep it simple and quiet (something she didn't stress for my sisters), but we weren't planning to marry anyway. Nonetheless, when my father died, she had no objection to listing my partner in the obituary just as my sisters' husbands were.

Again, the freedom is not unlimited. Yes, we are free to criticize the government, its policies, its practices, its officers, the laws upon which it is based. We are free to call for change - within the system. The system without which we wouldn’t have the freedom to speak. We are not free to rally and foment discord among our countrymen with the intent of overthrowing the very system that guarantees that freedom. The civil rights movement was not an attempted coup d’etat, and when expression presents a real and present danger to persons and property, it is stopped. You may may make a public speech about whatever you want in a National Park - but only in a specific place chosen by the Park Superintendent, and it doesn’t have to be where anyone can hear you, or at a time you find convenient. That’s because all the rest of the citizens have a vested right to the enjoyment of the peace and tranquility of their park without having to listen to you rant. You have a right to speak - you don’t have a right to be listened to. I agree that bad ideas thrive in silence, just as noxious weeds thrive in an untended garden. But the best idea is not to give them a chance to take root in the garden to begin with. You don’t wait until an invasive pest has infested your garden before you root it out, you don’t give it a place to grow at all. Fox ‘News’, unmoderated X, Truth Social, and other such ‘truth tellers’ are basically greenhouses for invasive weeds that spread their insidious seed on the wind like dandelions. Yes, on an individual level you fight false facts with true ones, but you can’t do that at the scale it’s proliferating. You’re also assuming you can overpower someone’s belief, and that simply isn’t so. For some people it doesn’t matter how good your information is, because none of it’s going to make it past their ears. So you can’t just say and let everyone lie and deceive all they want in the name of free speech. Lies, deceit and hate speech are an acid that corrodes, weakens and damages the foundations of a civil society; truth does not, even when it leads to disagreement. I would submit that not everything that comes out of a person’s mouth qualifies as ‘speech’ that should be given protected status - some of it is simply noise - all sound and fury, signifying nothing.

There’s nothing wrong with being poor (around 12% of Americans live in poverty, and very few want to) or rural (one person out of five in America lives in an area considered rural), and the banjo is a noble instrument. Just don’t be a lazy racist. Or a socioeconomic bigot. Once you’ve done your time your debt to society is paid. What really matters about a man isn’t what he’s done, but what he does next. As far as I’m concerned, you have the same right and privilege to my cunt as every other man, and should you ever encounter me when you get out, you can use it as you please.

I'm almost certain this is how I became HIV positive. I barebacked cumdumps at bathhouses and orgies for years, while only rarely allowing bare cock in my hole at all and never let anyone cum in me. While it is possible I was stealthed, it seems far more likely that I caught it from one on the cum filled holes I indiscriminately stuck my cock in.

Colecting used condoms, from cruising spots and trashy places, getting guys send me their used condoms so I can inject them in sluts before whoring them out. Though being a [banned word], this doesn't seem weird to me, just like natural piggy sex, as real men should do.

I found my self in a cheap hotel in Ft lauderdale.. It was know for being a sleazy place, Where prostitution runs rapid, It was full of Pimps and Hookers. That' where I met Him, I got up wearily from my long and exhausting night being fucked and punished by my new Black Master. As I awoke, I could scarcely believe that all those depraved things had happened to me. One minute I had been merely exchanging emails with a man, who could have been anywhere and the next minute, That very man was at my hotel door, And then inside my body. Black Master, a man whose name I didn't even know, a man who looked to be about ten years my junior, Had taken me to a place, I hadn't realized existed, hadn't even realized I wanted to go, and now that I was there, I was scared beyond belief. He had slapped me around, fucked me, He had stuck his cock down my straining throat and then cum all over my face. He made me eat his asshole, He had taken me anally, very roughly and then bred me with his seed, He had taken one of my Black dildos and attached it via suction cup to one of chairs and renamed it my `Slaves Chair'. I was to be sitting on it every time Master comes over, no exceptions. He had even taken the spare key for my hotel room, There was no way I could do this, No way I could go through with letting this...This Black thug control every aspect of my life. I wouldn't do it. I'd just have to contact Black Master and let him know I'd changed my mind. Yes, I'd just explain that this wasn't what I was looking for. He'll understand...I moved over to the desk and turned on the computer. Checking my email I saw that I had several new messages, One was from Black Master. My heart was thumping madly as I clicked to open it. Surely he'd just be thanking me for a great night and be done with me. "Sissy slave -- I enjoyed fucking your mouth and ass pussy last night. You knew how to take my nut real good but I'm sure you could do better. We'll work on it together. Other areas we will work to improve: Your ass-eating and most importantly, your attitude and IMMMEDIATE obedience at all times! You need to understand that you are now a 24/7/365 sissy as well as my Slave, Whenever I choose to partake of your body. Don't like it? Too fucking bad, cunt! You fucked around with me for too long and now I'm taking my payment. Which is you. First thing today, you are to head to the Victoria's Secret store at the mall and buy yourself a sexy outfit, Get the girls to help you find proper sizing and matching pieces. I like almost anything, but among my favorites are the baby doll nighties, I also like crotch less panties and cat suits, corsets, teddies, and I go fucking crazy over garter belts and stockings. Always be certain your stockings are silk; Buy some new high heels too. Last of all, don't fucking call me or IM me or email me to say that you want to back out of this. Too fucking late, Slut! You fuck with a top dog, you gonna get topped! See ya, BLACK MASTER" I was trembling as I read the harsh words and I realized I was scared too. Oh no. What have I gotten into here? I mean I love wearing lingerie, but I like wearing leather more, I've got to end this now, before it goes to a place I can't escape from. These types of relationships have to be consensual, don't they? I decided to take a chance. I dialed the number from my caller ID. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Then four, five, six, seven. Shit. Suddenly he answers. "What, sissy slave ?" I swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his utterly masculine voice cascaded over me. "Hello, Black Master?" I spoke in a tiny voice, ashamed. I couldn't believe I was a 40 year-old man, stuttering like a girl on his first date. There's a long pause. "Yea, it's your Black Master. Now what the fuck do you want?" I couldn't breathe and my ears were ringing for some reason. Black "Master. I can't do this, " There was silence on the other end. "Do what, sissy slave ?" I didn't know how to say it. Black "Master, I can't be with you. Master." Again, silence engulfed us. I could hear his breathing, could almost imagine him next to me. "You're already `with' me, sissy. I marked you as mine last night, remember? Slut takes a Black top's cum all over his face and down his throat and in his ass pussy, makes it kinda hard for his Master to believe he don't want it." I did not want this, did I? I couldn't face the constant humiliation and subjugation and degradation of being with a Black Pimp. "Please, Master." "Please don't come over. Just leave me alone..." There was a long pause on the line. "You're fucking with me bitch, and I don't like it. Told you not to fuck with me. Doesn't matter what you want or think you want. You're mine now . I guess I need to head over there and give you another lesson? Fucking up my day, now you are,a slave. I ain't gonna be happy when I get there so better try to dress yourself up for me a little extra." He said it as a statement, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to discuss. His voice suggested that there was no room for debate. "But Master, I have plans today..." He cut me off before I could finish my last word. "Shut it, cunt. Your plans are whatever I give you. I will be in your hotel in one hour. Douche yourself, shower and get your slaves outfit back on. And be sitting on your sissy chair." With that he hung up, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open, unsure what just happened or what to do next. This Black Master had basically just made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was his sissy slave at all times and he was on his way over again. What could I do? I didn't want to risk a worse beating that I had gotten before. Just what I need, plus I imagine Black Master would be furious with me then. I looked up at the clock. Fifty seven minutes left. I better hurry to get ready for his arrival. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'll have to talk to Black Master in person, make him understand that I can't, won't go through with this, not after today, anyway. Fifty two minutes later, I'm fresh from the shower, my ass pussy douched and totally clean. I put on my slaves outfit again and move to squat over my slaves chair. I dab some lube on both the Black dildo and my hole and then slide down slowly. God, it's big! I grimace as I slide onto it, feeling it stretch my pussy hole. I hear the loud exhaust of Master's car and then the thumping bass from his sound system as he pulls into the spot, Oh Jesus. He's here. I feel myself trembling. The car door slams. Within seconds I hear his key in the lock. The door opens. My 25 year-old Black Master is framed in the doorway, all 6'3" and 230 pounds of him. He looks...perturbed at least, perhaps angry. He stares at me. He pushes the door shut behind him. Fuck. He's pissed. "At least you can follow a simple rule like this, sitting on your slaves chair. Nice to know you understand some of what I'm saying." He says it with an air of complete calmness about him, "You should see yourself, faggot; the perfect picture of femininity. But I guess you will be seeing yourself soon enough. " What did that mean? He walked around behind me and motioned for me to stand up. "Up, but don't turn around. Put your hands behind you. Open your mouth wide." I did as told and suddenly felt something click around each of my wrists, Handcuffs of some sort. Shit. Then I saw a red blur as something passed over my head, past my eyes and into my mouth. I realized Black Master was fitting me with a ball gag. I slumped resignedly as I realized the severity of my predicament. Now I was not only His slave But a cuffed and gagged one at that. He circled back around so he was in front of me again, following a hard, short slap on my exposed ass. He had his shirt unbuttoned,showing off his linebacker physique. Black Master is very cut, with a very toned torso and quite a few tattoos. God he's such a man! "Now, slave let's see if I understand you correctly." He looks deep into my eyes, his face inches from mine. "You exchange emails with me for several weeks, teasing me with all the ways you're going to pleasure my Black Cock and being my slave and all. Telling me what a good slave you are and how you'd give anything to please me. Then, when I show up and grace you with my presence as well as the opportunity to follow through on all your deepest desires, an opportunity which I might add I don't give out to just any cock sucking slave I find that perhaps you aren't all that serious about this after all. Well guess what, faggot? It's serious now! Got it?" He grips my chin in his forceful grasp, compelling me to look directly at him, unable to hide my utter shame. "So now, you cause me to make changes to my day, just to come over here and train you in the ways you are to treat me at all times. That means, respect, submission...and no fucking questions or opinions! Got it, cunt?" I nod wearily, having difficulty seeing through my tears, He pushes me back down onto my slaves chair and I gasp out as the thick Black Dong invades my rectum again. "You should be at Victoria's Secret buying a outfit right now but instead your forcing my hand. Well this is how it's going to be, pussy. I come over when I want. You sould have bondage gear and keeping this room stocked up on booze for me. I like Grey Goose, Got it? Good. And have plenty of food stocked up too. Steaks, burgers, shit for burritos, I love Italian. You'll be making it all so you better be a good cook or learn how. When you're in my presence you will not eat or drink, I like my Sluts to be skinny, The following are substances which you are allowed to drink in my presence: My spit, My cum and My piss. Is that clear, slave?" I nod in tearful acquiescence. He smiles wickedly, clearly enjoying the power he holds over me at this moment. He continues on. "Things you will be allowed to dine on? My cock, My balls and...My asshole. Whenever I ask you if you are hungry, you must look me in the eyes, indicate that you are indeed hungry and then I will present you with whichever part of my body I expect serviced at that moment. At ALL TIMES...you are to treat any part of my body you are orally servicing as if it is the best thing you've ever tasted, The best thing you've ever smelled. Your own personal comfort doesn't matter one fucking bit to me. I don't care if the taste of my crotch makes you want to gag, you will smile and service me as if that is the last meal you will ever receive. Understand?" I nodded my understanding, feeling a sense of helplessness As my formerly normal life continued to spiral out of control. "Yes Black Master." I managed to croak out around the ball gag. My tiny dick was throbbing from the verbal abuse as well as from the sensation of being physically dominated at someone's complete mercy. Black Master smiled at me, an evil sort of grin, without warmth or compassion. "Good slave That's my slave ." He looked down and an even bigger smirk fell across his features as he saw my raging boner. He smacked at it a couple of times with the back of his hand. "You're so fucking hard because of this aren't you, bitch? Huh, my words getting you all hot and bothered? Or is it the bondage? Little of both, I'd guess. Ground rules for your slave are as follows. Under no circumstances are you to EVER touch yourself sexually unless you have my permission. The only permissible touching of that area by you is in the shower or on the toilet; both situations would be purely for hygiene purposes only. Otherwise your dick is what it is; a useless appendage that I control. And, slave, I can't stress this enough... if you ever and I mean EVER, cum without my permission, you will know a whole new world of pain. I control your orgasms, or lack there of, And I think it goes without saying, But I'm gonna say it anyway, no more dick for you. And with that, He said "Spread your legs, slave. I got something new for you to wear..." He chuckled, and evil sounding laugh devoid of mirth or warmth. I did as instructed immediately and Black Master again chuckled when he saw my stiff cock. "Boi dick is all fucking hard? He said this is what a Real Black Man Cock looks like 10' of Black uncut Dick, He put it next to my hard dick I was dwarfed in compared to the Black Dick, I'm flattered that's because of me, but I've been thinking... What does a slut really need a useless prick for anyway? You're never gonna fuck me. Hell you're never gonna fuck anybody again, as long as you're mine." I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but as he moved closer to me in his swift, cat-like motion, I was suddenly overwhelmed by his scent. It made me stiffen even more and I felt my mouth begin to water. Black Master stepped between my thighs and pulled them apart even farther. He then began slapping my erection, slapping it very hard. I yelped as the pain radiated through my dick and into my abdomen. I tried to push his hands away, reflexively. Big mistake. "What do you think you're doing faggot!?" He raised his voice a bit and I knew he was pissed. "You don't push me away. You don't make the decisions here. You know that. Don't you, you fucking pussy bitch?" He quickly grabbed both my wrists in one strong hand, yanking them above my head and with his free hand twisted my chin so I was make to look him in the eye. "Look at me faggot." I was helpless to his strong words and stronger grasp. He moved his hand holding my chin down and started slapping my dick again, seeming to derive pleasure from my obvious discomfort and embarrassment. It was his way. My boner soon shrank under the constant back hand and forehand smacks. Black Master stepped back. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes and I could do nothing to disguise my own delight and desire from his knowing stare. He reached into his pocket and withdrew an object. As he moved to show it to me, I recognized what it was and my heart skipped what felt like two beats. A chastity device. Fuck! I met Black Master's perceptive look again and we both knew that I knew what was about to happen. "You see, slave I've enjoy our time together and plan to continue enjoying the future. But, really does a slut faggot need to sport wood for? I have decided that you have been a tad too focused of late on your own pleasure and that disappoints me. A sissy should always be 100% centered on his Black Master's desires and well-being, not thinking about the next time he might cum...... So easy fix: you aren't going to cum anymore, unless I deem it suitable. Putting you in chastity will ensure that your thoughts remain focused on your Black Master......me." He stopped talking and caught my gaze again, My mouth felt dry and I couldn't swallow. I tried to croak out a few words. Black Master... Please..don't. "This is happening slave Of course there are......other options. I could always take you to a specialty surgeon and have your cock and balls removed permanently. We can do that, Sound good?" He continued onward, without pausing for a response from me. "Or I can slip this little cock cage on you and presto! No more bothersome boners for my little slut " I nodded my consent, not that he needed it, "Please put me in chastity, Black Master," I was begging for it, as I knew that Black Master might not be joking about the surgeon thing. He laughed again. "If you insist, slut." The look he gave me was positively wicked as he knelt down between my spread thighs and proceeded to strip away my man hood from me, rendering the very thing that made me a man......useless. Less than useless. A wrinkled appendage I would now use only to pee with. He fit it onto me and I heard the click as he latched the tiny padlock and made a show of putting the key in his wallet. I looked down at my now truly ineffectual boi-dick and wondered at the rubbery and plastic now sheathing it. My emasculation seemed complete And it was difficult to describe just how right it felt. I felt a strange simultaneous feeling of loathing toward myself and my weakness, coupled with overwhelming love and gratitude toward Black Master for delivering me from my former life of unenthusiastic sex slave. I would never have known the joys of serving and submitting to a man such as Black Master, the man who showed me my true self. I looked up into his hard eyes and hoped I was showing my thanks properly. "Occasionally, when I decide, I may allow you to remove the cock cage and stroke yourself off. It will not be often. In the meantime, we will also work together on getting to know your pussy more thoroughly. Lots of guys learn how to cum just from having their Black Master inside them, just like a woman. Mite even train you to have a ass orgasm while Black Master fucks you. Heh, heh." He looked at me with a depraved grin and I felt myself blushing again. "Thank you, Black Master. Thanks you for letting me become your obedient bitch. If I find out that you ever got your little dick wet, I might just cut it off. Or castrate you, The only way you're ever going to fuck anybody ever again is if I have one of my boi's bring over their sissy slave for you to play with." I must have conveyed some kind of look at the mention of sex with another sissy because he chuckled and went on explaining. "That's right, slave. Most of my thugs have got sissies slaves of their own. Me and my buddy have been talking `about throwing a couple of you white slaves in bed together, just to get us worked up. Just knowing that it ain't what you bottom bitches would want is enough to make me want to try it sometime. But that's for later, cunt. Right now, I'd be embarrassed for any of my boys to come over here. Your not trained up proper yet at all, not a drop of fucking booze in the room How'd that look to my friends? Got to remedy for that shit, bitch!" He started to walk towards the bath room . "Get up and follow me." I jumped up immediately and started to move towards him. "This place is small, You well get adjoining room " I nodded that I would, "Good. I'll check it out later, but that's where you will begin putting together a little sex dungeon for us to play in. As you can see, I like bondage, slave, and I like to have a lot of variety. I'll leave the URL for a great BDSM site and you'll need to start purchasing some more of the leather gear." He must have seen the fear in my eyes and though I could tell he enjoyed it immensely, he reached out and wrapped a beefy, calloused hand around my waist, pulling me into his hard, lean physique. He whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, sweetie. I know how to treat my slaves, I won't hurt you......much." Again, I was brought back to the realization that this whole situation was spiraling out of my control. I couldn't think straight, pressed up against the granite-like hardness of this overwhelmingly masculine Black stud. That plus the feminine nature of my outfit as well as the total loss of freedom due to the wrist restraints and the ball gag were conspiring to mess with my head as I breathed in the intoxicating aroma of Black Master's skin. God I was so horny I was quite sure I would have done almost anything at that moment to feel his hands on me again. I rubbed up against him, mewling in a high voice around my gag, trying to show him how turned on I was. "Oh now you're horny, eh sweetie? Well soon enough we'll try to quench that burning inside your ass but first things first." With that he pulled out a small digital camera and held it up in front of me. He grinned at me as a look of realization came over my face, suddenly knowing what he planned to do. I grunted out my weak protest as loudly as I could but Black Master just laughed. "I'm starting, or rather you're starting a new website. You're a techie, right? With the computer, I know you are so no use denying it. Anyway, this new website is going to chronicle your transformation from from straight guy into a cock sucking, taking-it-in-the-ass slave, complete with photos of you, from various stages of your life. Of course we have to get a bunch of pics that show just how very much you like sucking Black cock, eating Black ass and drinking Black man's cum. Your face will be completely visible at all times in these photos, Not like the shit that you been posting with out a face While my face will be either out of the shot completely or cropped out prior to posting on the site. I get anonymity, you get humiliation. That's just the way it going to be. I will need you to put together a complete and 100% truthful biography of yourself, including a section on why you enjoy being feminized and your favorite things about Black men in general and your Black Master in particular. I might also like a short diatribe on the taste of my cum and why you can't get enough of it, that you even go so far as to spit some of my jizz into Tupperware containers and store them in the fridge, for Lube when I'm not around. This site will be up for all the world to see, We'll call the site, oh I don't know, something like...... Black Master Does White Slave .. He was smiling that evil smile again, clearly content with himself for causing me so much distress. "You'll be updating at least once a day, With pics we'll make some videos, and you'll be posting some of those gay fuck stories you've sent me. Keep writing that shit, slave, Fuck that shit gets me hard as steel. And that's what you want right? A Hard Long Black Dick, unrelenting and untamed? That's what you told me in that first email, at least. Those are your words, not mine. But that's me, baby. Your Black Master." I had no idea what to say. It was almost too much to process. I couldn't stand the idea of all that private info about me being up on a website, showcasing my deepest, darkest desires. Photos of me sucking Black cock, videos of me be feminized and turned out and moaning while Black Master invades my most private of places. And anyone could see it: my bar buddies, my friends, Jesus I was going to be on public display, with all my sexual fetishes hanging out there. I started as I heard the soft buzzing of the camera as Black Master began to take some shots of me in my slutty leather, Making sure to get pics of my mouth and ass pussy , "There we go, slave. Just need a good one for the main page photo. Gotta get in there real good." He paused. "Damn, you look like shit. Maybe we'll take the main page photo sometime when you're a little sexier looking. Anyway, I got something else I gotta do right not. Get over there and lean over the bed stick your ass out real nice and high." I did as he instructed. I felt Black Master behind me and I was puzzling over what was coming next. "All right, slave. We set up some ground rules, and we'll go over some others as well, but right now I got to lay down the law. You directly disobeyed me this morning. Not only did you NOT got to the mall to shop for out fit, as I had instructed but I distinctly ordered you not to call me with your whiny bullshit about how you don't want to do this. And then you fucked me up my valuable time to come over here to straighten things out. I don't like it when my bitches fuck up my free time." With that I felt and heard a hard `THWACK' as His belt hit my unprotected ass I screamed out around the ball gag, but it came out as nothing more than a hoarse, muffled cry. `THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!' I was screaming, blubbering out incoherent apologies but to no avail. Black Master was furious with me and he had contained that fury all morning long. "Fucking bitch! You little cunt! If you EVER fuck with me again, on ANYTHING AT ALL, this beat down will seem mild by comparison!" I heard the clicking of the camera He was taking pics of my red ass, Now you have Punishment marks, He struck me several more times, ripping sharp yelps from my vocal cords as the pain tore through me. Then I was roughly pulled around and Black Master pushed me to my knees. His boxers were already down around his thighs and his throbbing erection was jutting out at full mast, the harsh, rigid ten inches of Dark, Black Cock Meat. "Suck me you fucking whore. It's all you're good for you little faggot!" His hands tore off the ball gag and I had about one second to draw in a breath before his cock head was forcing it's way into my orifice and I felt my jaws being fucked wide apart again. "Look at me, slut, Anytime you're orally servicing me, you are to be looking directly into my eyes the entire time unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear, cunt?" I could do little other than gasp out an abbreviated answer as he pulled out of me a short way. "Mmmm-hmmmm." I mumbled unintelligibly. I then locked my eyes onto those of my tormentor, as I was told to do. And in that moment, I could feel a tiny shift in our relationship. As a piece of my soul had melded with his and I had started to accept the connection we now had. Black Master looked down at me, a mix of loathing and superiority and.........something else apparent on his dark, hardened features. What was it? Covetousness? Lust? Perhaps......love......? "Alright, slave! Get ready for a hard throat fuck. Last time we tried this you were gagging and shit. I don't give a fuck! You're gonna learn to do it with or without the gagging but you're taking my Black cock and that's all there is to it. And as always, keep your eyes on mine, bitch. A slave can tell a lot about when his Black Master is about to cum and what throat and tongue techniques pleasure him the best from his facial expressions so it's important for him to watch closely, wouldn't you say?" He pulled his Black cock all the way out from my oral cavity and I briefly stared at it's almost unbelievable length and girth and the wicked curve of it as it protruded outward. Quite frankly, it scared me a lot... And some part of me loved that feeling, needing it. I hear the camera click click "Answer me slave I know you love looking at my Black dick but when your Master asks you a question, you fucking answer." It was clearly not a suggestion, but an order. I quickly looked back up at him, his cruel eyes boring through my very soul, owning me. God, was this what my heart truly wanted even as my mind screamed no? "Yes, Master." I replied meekly to his question, feelings of defeat rolling over me in waves. "Yes, Master......what?" He asked it with a commanding tone that sent an erotic quiver coursing through my little penis as well as my......bowels? "Yes, Black Master it's important for a slave to learn how to best please his Black man." He grinned an evil, iniquitous smirk. He loved the control he had over me, plainly. His own erection throbbed again as a charge of domination surged through him. I was awash in confusing thoughts, unsure of what these feelings or my responses to Black Master meant about my sexuality. Was it even possible for......those types of feelings to radiate in that area of a man's body? Of course, I could scarcely consider myself a man at this point. I had been taken, topped, seeded and subdued by a clearly superior Black Master and my body was betraying my brain by responding positively to the rough and brutal nature of Master's sexual needs. And my own needs, as well, but ones that went far beyond just sex and mixed and melded with my irresistible desire to serve, to be submissive, to be owned by another. I couldn't explain it, couldn't tell someone why these emotions were running through me even if I tried. But the fact was, they were running through me, my hard little dick and my aching asshole, I mean pussy, fighting a battle with my mind. My common sense was losing that skirmish. "Here we go, Slave. Throat me, slut." With those words I barely had time to open my lips again and his steely Black tool was sliding back between my lips and then down my gullet. I gulped greedily at the offered organ, adjusting my oral ministrations to make certain Black Master was receiving gratification. I fought back the urge to gag as he slithered his way down my throat, unceremoniously and with an undeniable show of bestial strength. In a couple of seconds I found myself with my lips sealed around the base of his manhood, his bushy pubic hair scratching and tickling my nose. The scent of him was overwhelming, musk and sex and Black man's flesh all rolled into this most submissive of acts. I stayed like that for a few seconds, expecting to be allowed to pull back up and off him so as to repeat the action. Instead I felt Black Master's hand on my head, holding me steady and with his other hand he reached down and pinched my nose shut, so I could not breathe. Panic overtook me almost immediately, the terrifying feeling of not being able to draw breath suddenly all I could concentrate on. I tried to pull back but his grip was too strong, my resolve too weak. "You see here, slave, what we've got here is another example of me showing you how things are going to be. You wear what I tell you to wear, eat when and what I tell you to, speak when spoken to......and now you breathe when I say so. Is all this getting through to you, cunt? Do you realize that your little emails you probably thought were harmless actually awakened a sleeping beast? You opened up a world you didn't dare dream even existed. You told me how you wanted badly to be dominated, By a Black Man to be owned. You told me the things you fantasized about doing to my Black Dick... Well consider yourself dominated, faggot! Consider yourself my property!" Than I hear the camera again click, click, He was taking pictures and catching my deepest feeling, Tears were running down my cheeks, caused by both the utter fear I was experiencing as a result of not being able to breathe and also from the finality of his words and the thought of the things that were lying in wait for me in my future. My new future in which I was a sissified slave with an ass pussy and a suck hole that I would use exclusively to satisfy my younger but totally Dominant Black Master. Suddenly without warning he pulled his cock from my mouth and I gasped in a huge breath, wheezing and gagging and coughing from the rough, brutal treatment I had just received from Black Master. My slimy throat mucus was dripping from his ebony shaft, the entire length coated in my spit and a thick strand of it stretched from his bloated cock tip to my ruby red lips as sort of an obscene reminder of just what I was good for...... click, click, the camera, "Fuck, bitch! That throat is tight and as much as want to cum in your mouth, this load I'm brewing up is destined for your pussy. I know your sore from your beating and from last night, but guess what? I don't give a fuck! I'm rucking your pussy ass to show you yet again, just who's in charge here. Back on the bed again ...now, CUNT!" I was blubbering now, crying uncontrollably as I realized my old life was gone and the uncertainty of my future was staring me in the face. "Please l..suck you off, Master. I need to drink your cum, please." SMACK! SMACK! I flinched as Black Master slapped my face, very hard. "BITCH! Did I tell you to speak? No I fucking did not! You do what I tell you to WHEN I fucking tell you to and you do it RIGHT THEN! DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR TO YOU, WHORE!?" He accentuated the last words with another harsh slap to my cheeks. I couldn't even see through my teary eyes as I meekly stood up to bend over the bed again, exposing my naked fuck hole to Master's uncompromising hardness. A second later, he was forcing the ball gag back into my mouth and strapping it tightly around behind my head. My hands were still cuffed behind me and I was the picture of acquiescence. Without further adieu he plowed into me, the only lube being my mucus and spit. I screamed out as Black Master took me violently, staking his ownership to my body......and my soul as well, if I was completely honest with myself. His steel-hard Black Dick fucked apart my tender sphincter muscle and speared into my rectum with a fury that took my breath away. I instantly began moaning into the gag and to my abject horror, also began arching back into every thrust of his into my body. One of his hands was on the back of my neck holding me firmly in place while the other held my wast at the small of my back; I could not believe how submissive this all was, how he controlled every aspect of my being at this very moment. He was the most important person in the world to me right now. Would be the most important person in my life forever more. His thrusts started out strong, steady, measured but soon digressed to a short jerky fuck rhythm. Just a couple minutes in and it seemed like he was close to nutting. I reveled in the feel of every inch of his steel cock violating the soft fleshy tissues of all my inner rectum, It was truly amazing what a talented cocks man he was and I knew I should consider myself fortunate to have been blessed with such a skilled Black Master. But even as I thought those things I still felt perplexed by the turn my life had taken in just the past few hours. Before I could think about anymore, Black Master's voice came booming to wake me from my reverie. I could feel his spittle on my back and neck as he leaned into me, truly giving this fuck his all. "FUCK Slave I'm Gonna cum! Gonna cum so hard up your ass cunt, you little fucking bitch! Gonna seed this pussy! With my toxic cum, Gonna make sure you learn your fucking place, faggot! OOOHHHH YEEAAA! OHHH YEAA HERE IT COMES Slave ! You ready for my fucking jizz, Slave" With one final blast-like grunt, I felt his cock explode inside me and the warm, gooey fuck slime coated my bowels, Breeding me with his Black seed, me with my Master's essence. The feeling of being bred was overpowering and I felt my own tiny sac tighten up and then I followed my Black Master into euphoria, screaming into the ball gag until I was hoarse and choking from the effort. I felt Master collapse against my back, the sweat from our scorching fuck causing us to stick together. We were both groaning in the aftershocks of our almost simultaneous orgasms. But I soon felt him begin to slide out of me and suddenly my open and gaping hole felt very empty and I couldn't stand to think of him not being inside me... He motioned for me to turn around with a light slap on my ass. I already had a good idea what this was going to be about, and sure enough as I turned to face him once again, he presented me with his slowly shrinking lack prick to suck clean of his cum and ass juice. It was humiliating, but in an exhilarating way as I was still searching my way through the maze of confused sexuality that this whole episode had brought about. Being as feminine and subservient as possible I slowly ran my tongue up and down his vein y hose, making certain to keep my eyes on his as I lapped up every last droplet of cum from his Cock, Balls and pubes. I felt like a kitten lapping up some warm milk. GOD ! THAT was fucking fantastic, slave ! Fuck! As mad as I am about you wrecking my day, I gotta admit, it might have been worth it. Fuck! What a great cum! And look at you, you worthless bitch. Once again, you've cum with your Master up inside your sissy slit. How's it feel to be nothing but a cum dump for a superior Black man? Huh faggot? Can't answer with the gag in your mouth, I suppose eh? Oh well, I don't need you to tell me what you're thinking. The evidence was in the fuck. The way you pushed those sweet, white, round buns back into me, moaning for it harder and deeper... yes it's pretty clear just what kind of a faggot you are. A fag who loves Black Cock, I'd say. Damn, you are a true sissy, slave Just like a jail-house bitch, Can't believe no other Nigger ever scooped you up. But you're MINE now, cunt! I own this pussy." He emphasized this statement with a semi-soft swat across my ravaged buttocks. I could feel the sperm leaking out of my abused fuck hole. Black Master drew himself up to his full imposing height in front of me as he buttoned up his jeans, his sobbing, cum-soaked pussy boi kneeling before him. He grabbed my hair, pulling my face upwards to look at him. I felt myself blushing under his stern gaze, both of us again knowing the exact nature of our relationship. "So I'm gonna go ahead and repeat myself, but this will be the last time I do so for you. From now on, you will answer my demands immediately and unswerving. They are not suggestions and I don't take opinions from faggot whores. Got it? Get yourself cleaned up, put on some clothes Then hightail it to the grocery store and get stocked up on everything you need to make my life as easy and pleasurable as possible. All the booze and food I mentioned before. Then when you get back here, jump on that bondage supply website I gave you. I want the Deluxe Sling and the Masters' Fuck Rack delivered here within three business days. I'll expect you back here and ready for me by ten o'clock tonight and as always......be dressed for me in leather and sitting on your sissy chair." I nodded my agreement and mumbled something around the ball gag and he seemed to think this was sufficient on my part. He motioned for me to rise and I did so and then he came around behind me and unlocked the wrist restraints. "My boys and I are hitting the strip clubs tonight, so plan on me being extra horny. Probably be over after midnight and then we can go at it. Make sure you're ready, cause when I'm in THAT kinda mood, I can fuck all night long, baby! Heh, heh." He chuckled as he saw my eyes widen at his comments and then totally surprised me when he leaned down for an extremely tender kiss. I melted into his strong arms not wanting him to leave me. As he pulled away I noticed him leering wickedly at me again, and I realized that he needed this just as much as I did, only in a different way. It almost seemed as though we were soul mates, destined to meet and who knows? Perhaps we are... One dominant, one submissive, fitting together, one inside the other, to suck and lick and Fuck and cum and lust .. I decided to try small steps and so began preparing for His return later tonight. I took a steaming hot bath and proceeded to shave every spec of hair from my body, except that on my head. I knew Black Master would want me smooth and soft, so I used a lot of moisturizers and lotions and such, to make my skin as pliable as possible. It took most of the evening and I had almost lost track of time as I put on my leather gear and pull a leather collar on my neck. but I was still on the fence in regards to turning my life upside down. I just needed more time to think things through. It was barely a few weeks ago that I had begun to communicate with Black Master online and I thought that was as far as it would go. Then twenty four hours ago, the big brute comes bursting in my hotel room, like some kind of modern-day black Lancelot and I'm just supposed to drop everything and become his slave, My Heart was thumping in my chest as the hour got later and midnight approached. Should I expect him just after midnight or like 3am? Shit! I didn't know so I decided to risk sending him a text message, to try to find out when he might be over. "Master -- could you let me know when to expect you? A few minutes go by and then a return message. "Sissy slave -- it's none of your fucking business BITCH! I told you I'll be there when I'm there. But I'm in a good mood so I'll let you know. Leaving the bar now. Be at your hotel in 15. Be fucking ready for me whore."I swallowed the lump in my throat and quickly dripped some lube onto my slaves chair Black dildo. Then I squatted above it, positioning my moistened hole right above it and slowly sank down, reveling in the two fold feelings of pain and pleasure as my sphincter was stretched and my rectum filled with rubber dick. I groaned as I felt the last inch slide into me. Fuck! Balls deep on that fucking thing. I looked around a bit and suddenly shuddered as I saw my computer with the webcam on it. I could only imagine what perversity Black Master had in store for me..Within minutes I heard the now familiar thump of the stereo bass in Black Master's car as he drew closer to my room, house started to shake a little and I heard the car door slam shut. Then I heard the key in the lock and in he stepped. He looked pissed, once again, but I consoled myself with the fact that it was simply his demeanor all the time, to appear ticked off. He closed door behind him and stopped in front of me, his usual smirk playing across his features. "Shit slave You're even sitting on your slaves chair. What a good slave, Yea, you like that shit up in your pussy... You my fuck whore, Cause I got to get my nut. Fuck! Those strippers fucking grinding all over my lap, all over my Black cock, and even though I fucked a couple of `em in the backroom, I'm still horny as shit, slut!" He moved closer to me as he spoke and I could tell he'd been in the bars all night long. He reeked of booze, smoke And sweat... And masculinity... Jesus, I felt my knees already beginning to weaken, my insides turning to jelly as I imagined submitting to him. His eyes bored into me as he looked down at me with a mixture of disdain and superiority. "Those crotch less panties? Good for you, sissy. Very nice. I like that shit." He quickly stripped off his shirt and then kicked off his sweatpants. He still had his basketball shoes on and wore nothing else but a black jockstrap, leaving his ass completely exposed. I caught my breath as I took in his amazing physique once more. God! He was an absolute alpha male, a Black Adonis. Muscles rippling, his body said everything you needed to know about him. When he spoke, you listened and he always got his way. "Shit, slave, turn on Sports center for me. I gotta tell you? I'm gonna sit on one of your bar stools; kneel down behind me and work on my asshole, slave! Just your mouth. I gotta let loose!" I did as told, watching as he sat down on the stool and leaned against the breakfast bar to watch TV. I looked up at his thick glutenous muscles, hanging off the stool and partially covered by the straps of his jock, his buttocks beckoning to me. My mouth began to water as I prepared to taste my Black Master in a way so intimate that few could possibly know the feeling. As I drew close, I sniffed the air and could smell his strong, earthy odor; it had the strange, unknown effect on me acting like an aphrodisiac and I found myself actually desiring to eat him out this time around. I leaned upwards and placed my lips around his asshole, sealing us together in a manner so personal, there could be no doubt that I was his slave, "Yeaaa, slave ! Get your tongue all up in my shit, Feels great, baby! You like eating your Master's hole don't you, bitch?" I moaned out my agreement, unable to speak as I was busy French kissing his asshole, making out with his ass lips like I would make out with a gorgeous young man. I gently flicked my tongue across the outer rim of his anus, eliciting a moan of appreciation from Black Master. I pushed my tongue up flat against his sphincter, then pulled back and then repeated this action several times, causing him to wriggle his ass, groaning for me to continue. I licked completely across the hairy opening several times, using varying pressure. I heard him growl, deep in his throat and I could tell I was getting to him. After several minutes of this treatment, I finally went for the coup de grace. I paused a moment in my ministrations to pull back and look at my handiwork. His asshole was glistening with saliva, my spit soaking every nook and cranny of his crack, every butt hair. I then slowly, so very slowly began to push my tongue right into that hole, inserting it as far as I could get in there. I curled my tongue into a pointy spike and began to probe in and out, in and out, seeking out Black Master's pleasure center and when I found it, I probed even harder. I must have been doing something right, because Master was pushing back against my mouth, grinding his ass into my entire face. "Fuck YES SISSY! Eat that fucking' asshole, eat my fucking' manhole, you fucking' cunt! It's all you're good for, pussy boi! Eating a black man's ass. Get up in there slave! Suck my furry shiter! Is your little dick hard from sucking me whore?" It was stiff and aroused and his words made me even hornier so I busied myself with pleasing him, slavering all over his proffered opening, loving the taste and scent of him, knowing him more thoroughly than I had ever known anyone, . I was slobbering into Black Master's asshole, making it wet as he continued to grind his hairy hole onto my face, both of us moaning in bliss. I could not previously have imagined how much pleasure I could derive from bringing Black Master the enjoyment he so richly deserved. What was happening to me? Suddenly Black Master rose from the stool, pulling his ass away from me, although several strands of saliva were still connecting my face to his buns and they broke as Master stood up. I remained kneeling."Shit slave! That was fantastic! I love the way you devour my asshole. You're really taking to this, huh? Good! It's good for a slut to enjoy every part of her Master's body, to desire to taste every inch of him..." He grabbed my computer from my desk, then stood over the bed and stood looking at it for a moment, as if pondering something. He set my laptop down on the end table next to the bed, opened it up and angled the top downwards. He motioned for me to get up and approach him. "Grab those bed pillows, slut and put them over here I did as instructed, unsure of what this was supposed to accomplish. Black Master ripped off his jock strap and then sat down on the pillows and hung his knees over the bed, When he leaned back a bit, it had the effect of exposing his Black cock and balls, but also leaving his buttocks hanging over the edge of the bed, there by allowing me access to his asshole as well. "Now it's time for you to suck me off, slave . Start with my balls, but take your time and keep using your mouth on my asshole. Switch on and off, get into a rhythm, have some fun with it slut, It's dinner time for you." I looked up into his hardened eyes, and I could see there was no room for questions or negotiating and he clearly wasn't in the mood for me to do anything but comply with his orders. I was beginning to realize that this whole situation was no joke and this man was a true no-mercy Black Thug Top. "Now crawl to me, pussy boi. Come over to feast on your Master's private parts, which he is so generously offering up for you to service." I crawled over to him, trying my best to be sexy, but not sure if I was succeeding. My face was burning up as I approached my Black Master, the shame almost overpowering. I couldn't believe I was going along with this degradation,and yet I could not deny how much it turned me on; having this Black man in control of my body felt oddly satisfying. I was almost between his legs now and I looked up expectantly, like an obedient dog. "Yes that's right. You look very good tonight, I gulped, unsure of how to respond. "Thank you Black Master. .I'm happy you're satisfied with your slave. Again I felt a blush creep across my face, as shame and embarrassment took over my emotions. He grinned and chuckled evilly. "Heh, heh, yes I like making' you blush baby. But I also like my slaves to know their place, unequivocally. Before you start sucking me, pick up my jock strap and place the cup over your face and then hold it there and just breathe in, until I tell you to stop." I did as he said, yet more humiliation awaiting me in his latest game. I placed the sweaty cup over my mouth and nose and began to draw in deep breaths. It smelled like Black Master and it made my mouth water and a foreign sensation stole through my loins as I took in his Black scent. He held my gaze, that knowing, cock sure smirk plastered across his features. "Look at your little white cock slave, all stiff and hard, like a man's cock. But it's no man's cock, is it sissy slaves ? It's just a tiny dicky " I could feel tears almost beginning to form, as I continued breathing in Master's jock sweat. I could feel my masculinity slowly slipping away from me, and I wasn't sure I could get it back. "You wanna stroke your stiff little dick, Don't you, I'm not taking off your Cock Cage, stroke it until you shoot your slaves jizz?" I nodded my agreement, mumbling out a muffled "Yes" into the funky jockstrap I was startled as Black Master struck my face with a mongoose-quick slap across my cheek. "Tough fucking' shit, slave ! The correct answer is that you only have eyes for my Black cock. You are to focus %100 of your attention on me. I don't give a fuck if your puny, worthless slave dicky is ready to explode, you NEVER pay attention to your own needs! Is that fucking' clear enough to you bitch? You never touch or stroke yourself unless I say! You never cum unless I say! You don't even think about your dicky unless I have given you permission! And that goes for all times, whether I'm here or not! Got it cunt?!" I was sobbing from the ferocity of his strike and the finality of his words, as I blubbered out my reply. "Yes..Black Master. I'm sorry, Sir." "OK then, slave. I assume it won't happen again... Anyway I got a surprise for you, With you busy buying all that leather shit, I had my boys get that website up and running, so we're ready to go with some webcam action. Huh? What do ya think of that? You ready to eat me on camera, slut?" I looked up at him again, his words not quite registering with me. I was feeling panic rising inside me. Fuck! I thought I'd have more time to talk my way out of this, but it appeared Black Master expected to forge ahead with his plan to show me off to the world. Terror hit me square in the chest and I did something most regrettable. I stood up and then started speaking out of turn. "Shit, I can't do this Black Master, or, or whatever your real name is. This isn't what I wanted or expected when we started chatting. Look...you can't make me do any of this stuff...... Let's just break this off now..." I was breathing hard, huffing in fresh air for the first time in several minutes. I barely dared to look at him, He was staring at me with a previously unknown anger bubbling just beneath the surface. He slowly rose to his full imposing height and moved closer to me. I swallowed hard as he spoke. "Whatever my real name is? My real name, to you slave, IS Black Master. You fucking' white slut ! I can in fact, make you do this stuff! I already have. You gonna go run to the cops, pussy boi? Huh? You gonna tell them how you fagged out, And suck my Black prick and how I breed your ass? With my cum, Huh faggot? Don't pretend you didn't want it then or that you don't want it now. You fucking' white boys are all the same. Think you're gonna stand up to me AFTER you've already gone down on me on camera ..." Everything was a blur, as tears rolled down my cheeks and I heard myself speaking yet again. "Look, Black Master. Just please leave. I've made my decision and I don't want to take part in this life..." He loomed over me as he stepped even closer, his proximity certainly intimidating. "Oh you've made your decision? Is that right? Little slut Slave has made up his mind and I guess now I have to go along with it... Well guess what faggot? I've also made a decision and you might want to listen up. You don't want me to have to get rough with you again, right?" He grabbed my chin in his hand forcing me to look up at him, the disgrace etched on my face. "This is how it's going to be, bitch. I'm not leaving and you're not getting out of this. You don't actually want to get out of this, you just think you do. You'll thank me later that I didn't let you go back to your old life of having passionless sex with your boi friends." He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I know what you need, faggot. I've already seen it, seen the way you give it up to me. I've felt you convulsing around me when I'm inside you, breeding you...... Now let's go meet our audience, shall we?" With that he let go of my chin and grabbed both of my wrists and twisted them around behind my back. I felt the cold steel of handcuffs fastening around them and my body went stiff as once again, I found myself helpless. Black Master grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back over to the Bed, Shoving me down none too lightly, He sat back down and started typing on my laptop, while at the same time making a call on his cell. "Hey Bro , your got that site for me? ......Awesome! Cool bro! I appreciate it...... Yea, yea He's trying to back out......... No, no I put him back in has place. Gonna be good man, I got it all set up for him to suck my Black cock and balls and eat my asshole on the webcam...... Yea right? Shit Nigger, I got a fucking' load stored up for this slave boi! Ha!......Alright Catch ya!" later He hung up and started focusing on the laptop, typing away, talking to himself. "Yea, www.bbcforsissyslave.com. Yes, this shit is gonna be for real. He looked down at me with a disdainful gaze. Fuck! But it is what it is. And it is Go Time!" He put the laptop back on the table and I could see a web page with a barely noticeable pic of me, and I felt some relief sweep over me; no one would likely recognize me like that. I was probably safe. Black Master's voice broke through my thoughts. "Yes you there? He was speaking to someone on the laptop. "That's Master Cam. Used to be used by another slave. He's plunked out now. Another fucking' whitey overcome by Black Cock Lust. BCL. Heh, heh." He seemed pleased with his new abbreviation and I could add nothing, so I didn't. It probably wouldn't have been a good idea anyway. "Hey look here, we got ourselves a nice-sized audience, for a first time site. Already got over three hundred fuckers waiting for you to start ......" He paused a moment, as if contemplating something. He tied a black bandana over his head and then as he pulled it down over his face, I could see that it had eye holes cut in it, Zorro-style. He made a comment about maintaining his anonymity then he motioned for me to draw closer to him and I did so, immediately. All right, Cam audience you got this shit running'?" A couple seconds later a slightly hollow sounding voice answers back, very effeminate and timid but clearly a male. "Yes, Black Master. I can control the camera from here, and Master Jay is here watching the whole thing so he can make certain I'm getting the proper shots. You can start anytime, Black Master. I have both the audio and video up and running smoothly. We're live." I felt a cold fear creeping over me as I realized what was happening. I was going to be on display, online, for anyone to see. Fuck. How the hell was I going to get out of this? And suddenly, it was all out of my control.. "Yo, yo, yo what's up, Bitches? This is Black Master here on my new site www.bbcforsissyslave.com What the fuck is up? Yea! Uhh, this site is going to chronicle my training of my new slave, Going be having all sorts of fun and you can believe me when I say that I am going to put my slave thru the paces . kinds of fun going to put him through his paces! You'll find that I am a no mercy Black Top...be starting in a couple, but first I thought you'd all like to meet my slave So he's gonna tell you all about himself...whether he wants to or not." He looked down at me, his gaze hard and motioned for me to turn my face towards the webcam. I could not recall a moment in my life when I felt more scared and sick to my stomach. I could NOT go through with this and I started to rise, determined to walk away and get this Black guy out of my room, out of my life. Once again, I underestimated Black Master's resolve to enslave me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I tell you to get up, slave? We're live, bitch! Now talk to the camera!" Again, he didn't sound like a man to be trifled with, but I could not let this go on. "Please, Sir. I can't do this..." He looked at me with a mixture of loathing and anger and I instantly knew I had fucked up majorly. He jumped down from his perch on the chair and squatted down next to me, taking my skull in both of his huge hands and pointed me up towards the webcam lens. With my hands secured behind my back coupled with his strength, there was little I could do to fight him and I felt myself meekly submitting to his raw power. "Now talk slave ! Tell the folks, your adoring public, your real name, maybe your favorite type of Leather and why you love Black cock. That's a nice start..." I obediently looked up into the camera, my former life flashing before my eyes. My voice quavered as I spoke. "My name is..Jack irons . I'm a white slave for Black Men ..My Black Master Is Pimping me to make money for Him, paused, still unable to process the humiliation I was going through, like I was watching some other white guy being bound, sissified and put on film by a Dominant Black Master. Tears streamed unchecked down my face,. I hoped and prayed that no one I knew would EVER see this. "And, what's your favorite panties to worship Black cock?" He spoke in a conversational tone now, like he expected complete acquiescence......and I gave it to him. I couldn't believe what a fucking slave faggot I was, I just didn't have the will to fight him anymore,. Black Master now points to this moment as the second I gave into my deepest desire and became his fully slave "I like my panties be cause they say on the back BBC only, Black Master likes them the best... And I Worship Black Cock because. I'm a slave..." I didn't know what to say. When I paused too long for his liking, Master slapped my face, Black Master helped me out. "Is it because you like the taste of Black Cock Is it faggot? Is it because you like the feel of it in all your holes? I think it's all those reasons that you love Black dick. Now fucking say it, cunt!" I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly very dry and hoarse feeling. I managed to croak out my agreement with him, into the webcam. "I love Black dick......... because I......I like the taste of it and I l...like the feel of it in my......holes..." Jesus, I had just uttered my love for Black meat right on the internet, live to hundreds of folks, apparently. What the hell path was my life now careening down, like a runaway roller coaster? I had no idea, but Black Master didn't give me much time to sink into my own thoughts. He immediately sat back down on the bed , exposing his asshole and genitals to me. "Get to eating', slave! Smile for the camera before you stick your tongue back up in my shitter!" I am the slut slave , as Black Master calls me. I am following his orders to smile for the webcam before I perform analingus on him, again. I try my best to smile, but I'm certain my tear-streaked face is a mess, But it must be done and so I fake a smile. My hands are cuffed behind my back and I can't move my arms; I am completely at his mercy. "Yeah, smile real pretty for the camera, slut. Such a sexy slut , getting ready to dive right back into my asshole, huh? Yeah, that's right..." I tearfully look into the camera as commanded, feeling the last vestige of male hood seeping out of me. I am his now, his bitch. I hate it, but I need it so bad. What is happening to me? "Time for dinner, slut! You got five hundred plus motherfuckers looking to watch you eat me out. Start fucking eating my fucking manhole! Now!" He slides down just a little more, adjusting his angle and then shoves my head down. I can smell the musky, earthy scent of his ass as my nose burrows into him. My mouth begins to water and I realize I want to eat him out. God is this what my life has come to? Dressed in a leather body hardness like a slut, using all my well to get my mouth back onto my Black Master's asshole so I can tongue-fuck him? I sould d be fucking ashamed of myself......and I am. But nevertheless, I waste no time in digging my tongue back into Master's ass hole, God he tastes terrible, yet I am slavering all over his hole, devouring the flavor of his back passage as if I hadn't had food for days. He tastes fucking awful, or does he? I am aware of a change in my thought process at this moment. Even though it tastes a bit like feces, I so badly want this, I desire that taste and I am now on the hunt for it. "Ohh fuck yeah, faggot! You like that bitch? You like eating your Master's butt hole? Like the taste of me on your tongue and lips? Huh slut? Show the audience, my peeps, how much you love this shit, pansy! How you love eating Nigger ass! Fuck you are a good little white faggot ass-eater, aren't you? Shit..." I managed to glance sideways at the monitor and could see that the camera was right there for a nice personal close-up. If you were watching, you could see the wetness of my mouth as I made out with Black Master's ass lips. I pulled back for a second, gasping for breath and was met with a swift slap across my face. "I tell you to stop, bitch? Fuck no I didn't! Keep eating,Slut! You ain't done up in there yet, you fucking whore, I quickly moved back in, stabbing my licker into Master's pink hole, now slick with my spit. I didn't want to risk his true wrath again. Oh God this was so fucking nasty, so fucking not something I could ever have envisioned doing. And yet now I could scarcely get enough of it. I took a deep sniff and somehow this submissive act seemed so right, so primal. Something men had been doing for each other for millennia. Shit, I wasn't a man though. I was a fucking sissy faggot cunt whore. Just a piece of pussy for Black Master. Somehow, I had to get that through my head. Not a man, just a slave.. Yeah you fuckers watching this shit? This fucking faggot is all up in my shit! Damn this little slut loves the taste of my ass, I can tell. You fuckers out there see how deep he is in my asshole? Course you do! You motherfuckers are paying good money to see this shit! Look up at me bitch." I did as Black Master wanted and found myself looking directly into the webcam, and I felt myself turning red. Jack Irons well be sucking and fucking for One of the Highest Bitters So don't forget to put in your bids ! I don't want to be seen doing this shit. "Oh what, you're embarrassed now, Now you get some inhibitions? Too late for you faggot! Everyone knows you're an ass-eating maggot! Not good for anything but jamming your tongue up my poop shoot and sucking my cock and taking my fucking loads. Heh, heh." He chuckled, a laugh devoid of mirth but full of the knowledge that he had a useless white, formerly male worm under his thrall. What could I say? What would I dare do? Nothing. Exactly nothing. I didn't want to get beat up. "Hey the poll results are coming in. Looks like your audience wants you to work on my balls next. Nice! That's what I was planning on anyway, bitch! Then you can move onto ball-tonguing. You better fucking eat me out good, slut ! These folks didn't pay thirty bucks to watch you just licking around the rim. Get up in there, cunt!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Black Master had told me earlier that we had over five hundred viewers. If he was charging them thirty dollars each......? Holy shit, that was over fifteen grand, in one night just like that. With almost no production costs, no overhead cause he was using my hotel room and my equipment. I really was a fucking whore for Black Men ! Not only could he use me for sex and domestic needs, but I was basically paying him to control every aspect of my life. I sighed, perhaps resigned to my fate. I felt like I had no control of anything, no choice but to please this Black man and pray that I did not disappoint him. I did not want to risk his wrath again, so I dug my tongue up into his asshole as far as I could go, As deep as I had ever gone. Maybe it was deeper, who could tell? When a small log of shit came out of his ass, I opened my mouth and the Black turd rolled into my mouth, Master said eat my shit Slave, I swallowed hard, I told you it was dinner time Slut, I sucked on my Master, turd, tasting his manly funk and loving it. I slobbered all over his pucker, enjoying the way it snapped around my licker, trying to trap it and truth be told, I would not have fought staying in this moment forever. Somehow, this incredible Black man had awoken my most primal urges of submission and filmed me to acknowledge them. By compelling me...and allowing me...to make out with his sexy ass lips, he had (apparently) turned me into a cowering, mewling white sissy cunt who only had hunger or desire for his cock, balls and asshole. I started back into the present at the sound of his voice. "Shit yeah, that's a good faggot. Yeah... That's a good slave faggot bitch. Yeah, look at the camera. You love that shit don't you faggot? Show us how much you love eating my poop. Yeah...just like that I'm you're fucking prom date, just smooching a pretty Boi." He paused for a second, shifting the camera around. "You mother fucker see all that shit? You like sissy slave eating' my manhole? Well that's good, cause he likes it too. He a true ass-eating, ball-licking, cock-sucking slave faggot , Born to worship the Black Man. Drooling all over his sexy little body, trying to keep his little faggot dick from getting any harder than it already is. Yeah..... .He loves this fucking' shit! Pull your bitch face up here, slut. Yeah. Look at that shit, fucking' slobber and ass juice all over his face...this bitch loves to eat out his Black Master." It was true and I knew it. I jumped as Black Master set the webcam back down on the table next to him with a heavy slam. Again he spoke to the audience. "Well that's it for tonight bitches! Sissy slave really enjoyed entertaining you with his tongue up my shitter, but he is fucking wrecked and he's got to be ready for tomorrow night: For one lucky Bitter, His cock and balls well be chastity. My cock and balls going to be snaking right down his throat......whether he wants to or not. I'll most def feed him; perhaps 'l well breed him as well. Hmmm. I love options. Same time tomorrow fuckers... Eventually folks, I'm gonna have cameras installed all over this room, so you can watch him anytime. He isn't allowed to jerk off and if he does, I want to know about it. This faggot slave Has signed over his life to me. " I turned this bitch out weeks ago and now he stars in my movies on the internet, making me cash. He sucks my Black dick...... your `boy' here swallows Black Loads ,With that he shut off the webcam and gave me a quick slap."That was real good faggot. Real good. You ate my But hole like it was your fucking dinner. That's what my paying customers want to see." I shuddered as I imagined the future perversions Black Master surely had in store for me."Heh, heh you're a fucking faggot aren't you? What a fucking bitch! Just another white queer begging for a Black Man to take control of his life... Well that's how things are for you now, faggot! I control your life. You're a fucking sex slave for me now. You dress how I tell you; you eat and drink what I tell you; you suck and fuck what I tell you; You perform on camera when I tell you......" He seemed to tail off for a moment and I was uncertain of just where his thought process was going. He roughly turned me around and undid the handcuffs. I rubbed my sore wrists, trying to soothe them a bit. "I'm horny now, slut. Get into the bed and have those panties off and lay down ass up, face in the pillow, Do it now faggot!" I hurriedly jumped up to comply to my Black Master's order,s still not sure why I did it, nor why I was continuing to allow this to happen. Was this what I wanted? I wondered these thoughts even as I slipped my slutty whore panties down my smooth legs and assumed the position Master demanded. I had little time with my thoughts. Within a minute of me lying on the bed. Master was there; I could hear him moving around behind me and felt so open and exposed, Black Master had restraints attached to the bed, He put the restraints on my arms and legs, Where I was spread eagle naked before him with my naked ass available to his sight and touch. I jumped as Black Master slapped my buns hard. "Yeah that's nice faggot. Gonna fuck your bitch Pussy Hard and Raw. Heh heh I know you prefer my normal gentle self right? Like when I make sweet sensual love to a woman?" I was confused by his words, distracted by his weight settling in behind me, his hands roving over my buttocks. I started again as he slapped me again, harder this time. "Speak up faggot! Do you want your Master to make love to you or FUCK you? Huh bitch?" I began to cry again, emotion overtaking me as the power of his words rolled over me, crushing me with their finality. "I want you to fuck me Black.Master to FUCK my cunt! Make me into your Bitch I deserve to be! A fucking faggot bitch!" With that Master put the ball gag back on me... "You got it slut You fucking faggot!" With that I felt the immense pressure on my sphincter as my Black Master jabbed into me. He was not gentle with me, and deep down I knew I did not want him to be. He took my hole in one Hard, even thrust. I arched my back to take all of his Black Dick even as a scream of pain was ripped from my muffled throat. I hate and love the feeling when Black Master penetrates into my guts, invading my bowels, turning my once private and intimate spot into a nest for his cock, a womb for his Black toxic seed. "Yeah slave ! Take that Black Dick faggot! Ahhh yeah! Fucking tight-ass pussy! Fuck yeah!" Black Master was hollering and bellowing like a beast in heat as he rutted inside me, turning my innards into nothing but a scorching, spasming canal meant to massage his manhood. I was nothing but a fuck doll for him and his RAW BBC, I was screaming out as the agony and ecstasy shot through the entirety of my rectal tract and the feeling of Black Master filling me so completely, owning my body making my toes curl and my guts melt in rapture. "Ohhhhhhh ,, I know you love me faggot! A slave slut should always love his Black Master! Good slut ! Now get fucking ready for my thick Fucking Load, You want this Toxic Load ! Don't You, Passed my sphincter into my colon and then into the deep membranes of my intestines, Gonna breed that fucking pussy!" I arched my back up into him, He removed the ball gag I screaming out my lust even as Black Master arched forward, burying himself as deep inside me pushing pass the second hole, He said telling me you want this Black Seed, As I uttered the words He began to empty the sticky sap from his heavy, manly nuts into my pussy slit. We both groaned out deeply as we felt the proof of his breeding, wet and hot, his man jizz sluicing into my slick guts,coating my bowels. He collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping for air, our breathing coming hard. I didn't cum this time, But Black Master's nut is all I worry about and, besides there was plenty of time for me to have a ass orgasm; Master fucked me twice more over that night. I gave myself up to him without question as he made me his slut slave. He couldn't wait for her Black Master to be inside his little ass pussy. Heh, heh......" I was all so sore after Black Master used me as his rightful bitch three times over night and than in the morning. He wasted little time with foreplay, pushing me face first onto our bed and hurriedly jamming his lube-soaked fingers into my rectum. I arched into his hand and he instantly replaced the worming digits with his astounding man meat. "Yeah faggot. You want your Black Master don't you? Huh sweetie? Here's what you need bitch!" With that he stabbed hard into my slut hole and I yelped as his generous proportions filling my bowels, gliding slimy past my sphincter, into my colon and then into the deep membranes of my intestines. I could scarcely believe the depth of penetration he could achieve. The head of his Black Dick went deep! He had hit my second hole and was in my colon ! Fucking me hard and fast, driving into me at different angles, hitting all the right spots, for both of us. His hammering Black cock was really sending precise strokes and rippling waves of sexual intensity all throughout my gaping sissy-opening. "Yeah you gonna get my fuck now bitch! Work on training that pussy to cum without your useless fucking dick!" Black Master was panting, gasping for breath as he plowed into me relentlessly, like some kind of living jackhammer. "Right now, gotta get my nut. Gonna make you pay for your fucking racism and injustice! Gonna Fuck this fucking cunt! Oh shit sissy. Gotta fucking.....CUM! OHHH FUCK YEAH BOTTOM BITCH! TAKING MY FUCK! GOING TO BREED YOU FUCKING FAGGOT ! GODDAMMIT! OH FUCKING SHIT......SHIT!" He practically bellowed the words; I was certain the rooms next store could hear him, His Black Dick got harder and longer, I felt him explode inside me, coating my shit hole with his scalding and gooey man Seed. I had arched up into him again as he had plunged down and I could feel his entire man-package buried to the hilt in my pussy, He was Deep in my Colon He was depositing His Toxic Seed ,Tell me you want my Toxic Load ! Tell me Now cunt, Give It Too Me ! Give Me That Poz Load ! Breed Me ! I Want To Be Bred ! His big, hairy balls mashed into my own much smaller, smoother nuts.I began to shake as if I was having convulsions, I had been feeling very close to an orgasm, even though I couldn't get hard, but Black Master was only looking for His own gratification at the moment. I would not begrudge him that. He was my Black Master, My lover. I felt him collapse on my back, his hard muscles covered in sweat, breathing hard. " faggot. That was so fucking Hot, . Keep that pussy ready; I'm gonna have it some more, just need a little rest ." I felt his softening prick, I wiggled my ass back and forth, When I felt His Black Dick start to swell and grow, With in a few mins He was at fully erect, He said I was insatiable bottom for Black Dick, As He Moved His Black Dick in and out my rectum He fall a sleep Deep in my Hole, Still erect , I awoke to his deep voice in my ear. "Wake up, slut Daddy wants some more pussy..." And without waiting, He pushed back into me, grasping my waist hard with one strong muscled arm, forcefully pinching my nipples with the fingers of his other hand. We both groaned at his breeding of my previously used,hole still slimy ass ring, gasping contentedly as his success brought us both immense bliss. He Put The Ball Gag Back In My Mouth, He put a Butt Plug in my ass pussy, He said he wanted to His Black Toxic Cum to stay where he put it. I was still restrained spread eagle on the bed .. I'll be back later tonight . I got to leave you all restrained like this Don't want you to be standing or douching My Poz Load out, I Gave You The Gift Last Night ..Been Breeding You Every Day Since I Met You .. But Last Night I Hit That Pussy Deep.. I Put My Black Babies In Your Intestines track Deep ..Where It Is Going To Work Fast ..I Impregnated You.. With my Black Seeds ... Now there no turning back Our life's well be intertwined forever ! You well Have the same Poz Strain as me.. You Can take Raw Loads from now on And not worry ! That's what you wanted slut ,, Now with my Poz Cum You well get the FUCK FLU Soon ! I Own You Now.. There No Turning Back Now Your Black Owned.. He than told me that I needed a few tattoos, A Tramp Stamp on my lower back that says.... FOR BBC ONLY . The second one well be above your dick It well say .... TOXIC LOADS The third one well be on your chest above your right Tit saying.... OWNED BY BLACK MASTER The fourth one well be on your right cheek and say.... JACK OF SPADES The fifth one for your neck a.... BAR CODE So every one well know your BLACK OWNED The look in my eyes told Black Master I Understood ..

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 10 I felt roped into something I didn’t want to be doing, and before I knew it, it was Friday, date night. By the afternoon I wasn’t feeling much like meeting Brian, not because I didn’t want to go on the date with him. That was a given. It was because I was pretty certain the symptoms of my gono were kicking in. My ass was itching along with my balls, and it burned when I pissed. I didn’t have a discharge yet, but I was certain that would be along shortly. I wondered if I was going to start a sore throat too. The AIDS daddy was right about one thing….it was sweet to me. I realize most people would think I’m a bit twisted for being turned on by HIV and other STDs, but everyone has their fetishes, so more power to them I always say. Mine are just a bit on the taboo side. I couldn’t deny my turn ons and didn’t want to. I found myself boned up that I now had gono on top of HIV. I wondered if my HIV would mutate or if the AIDS daddy being full-blown would hit my immune system hard enough take me to AIDS status as well. The thought just made my cock even stiffer. Anyway, I felt like canceling my date, but I didn’t have Brian’s phone number, and thinking I’d probably cancel my date, even if my mom had it, I’m sure she would not give it to me. I text Zak. “I’ll be heading to my “date” in a few hours. I have a little added bonus too.” “Yeah? Flowers for your new boo?” “Yeah right….my heart is all pitter patter….” “Crabs?” “You wish, bitch!!” “A hump back?” “Do I need to bitch slap you?” “Ooh….I love when you take charge, babe.” “I’ll charge your ass up, bitch, cause I’m sure I have gono. I have some burning when I piss and my balls and ass are itchy. No discharge…..YET.” “Fuck….wish I was there. You need to share that with me, babe.” “I knew you would want it. LOL.” “I’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll take care of it this weekend, but you’re not starting antibiotics before giving me your seed.” “You got it.” “Well, if you decide to knock up Brian, he’ll be getting a little bonus.” “It’s a hot thought, but knocking up my mom’s neighbor?....I’m not going there.” “Well, play it by ear, and I want details, babe.” “LOL….I figured….see you tomorrow.” Being a prompt guy I reluctantly arrived for my “date” about 10 minutes early. Brian greeted me at the door and stepped outside to chat with me. “Hey, Isaac…..” I interrupted, “You can call me Zeek, Brian.” “Ok…..Zeek…….Um…..I guess it’s best to just say it. I already have a boyfriend.” I started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” “I have a boyfriend too.” He chuckled, “So how did this happen?” “I’ll tell you how…..we have two meddling mothers with selective hearing who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’.” “I didn’t even know you’re gay, Zeek. Not until my mom found out from your mom last week. Then suddenly we’re compatible simply because we’re both gay.” “Yeah, gotta love ‘em,” I said sarcastically. “You know I thought about canceling our date, but I didn’t know how to reach you. My boyfriend encouraged me to go anyway.” I again chuckled, “Well, same thing with my boyfriend.” After a pause of silence looking at each other awkwardly, we both laughed; relieved that we were both on the same page. “So, want to keep our moms guessing and go have a drink,” Brian asked? “Sure…I think they deserve a little pay back.” “Mind if I invite my boyfriend to join us? You can meet him.” “Not at all…..see if he’s free.” “What about yours? Think he could join us?.....A little double date so to speak?” “No, not tonight. He lives in Chicago.” “Well, maybe I can meet him another time.” “Sure….. So, is This is It Bar ok with you?” “That’s fine…..my boyfriend and I hang out there sometimes. One of the bartenders is cute too. I’ll message him and see if he can join us.” “Cool….sounds good.” Within a minute Brian’s phone lit up. “Well, that was fast,” I said. “Yeah, he’s a bit curious....(after checking his message) Ok, he’ll meet us there. Ready to go?” “Yep.” Brian and I sat at the bar tipping our beer when his boyfriend approached from behind me. “Ah, there he is.” Brian tapped my arm. “Zeek, this is my boyfriend, Ian. Ian, this is Zeek.” I turned around to see the blonde twink that Zak and I bred a few weeks ago. Ian’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened with fear. I played dumb, extended my hand and introduced myself, “Pleased to meet you, Ian.” He shook my hand, “Ah, H-Hi,” he stuttered….. “N-Nice to meet you.” I asked, “Would you like a drink, Ian?” He paused still holding onto my hand. “Are you alright, Ian? You look dumb founded,” Brian asked. Ian let go of my hand and grinned, “Ah, I’m fine. It’s just been a busy day.” He put his arm around Brian as if to reinforce once more that he was Brian’s boyfriend. “I’ll have a beer too,” he replied. I flagged down the bartender and bought Ian a beer. It was obvious that Brian had no clue that his boyfriend was cheating on him, and that he loved being bred Zak’s and my poz cum. Ian inquired, “So you two just met today?” “Well, we grew up across the street from each other. We hung out a little when we were young, but not a lot,” I replied. “Yeah, I didn’t even know Zeek was gay until our moms tried to set us up.” “So, find out anything interesting about each other,” Ian nervously inquired? “No, nothing much; just that we both have boyfriends now,” I said. “We mainly reminisced about our younger days growing up across from each other,” Brian added. “Oh, so you have a boyfriend too,” Ian “naively” asked? (Thinking to myself)….Yeah you remember him, don’t you. He planted his poz seed in you when we both fucked you a few weeks ago. But I just smiled and said, “Yeah, his name’s Zak.” Brian burst in and tapped my arm, “You know, I actually had a little crush on you, Zeek.” “You did?” I replied as my cock twitched at the thought of pozzing his ass too. “Yeah, it was when I was about 7, but I didn’t put two and two together that I’m gay until my teens.” “I had no idea,” I said. “It’s kind of why I distanced myself from you. I figured you were straight.” “That was about the time I was figuring out that I’m gay. I kind of figured you were straight too, so I just let it go.” “Boy did our gaydar suck.” We all laughed. “Wow…you two could have been each other’s first if you had stayed buds a little longer,” Ian said. “Yeah, probably, but I’m certainly no virgin anymore,” Brian said. I looked at Brian and grinned. “Ah, yeah….I’d say that’s long gone for me too.” “Been around the block a time or two, huh?” Ian added teasingly. “Ah, something like that….I’ll let your imagination run a bit wild with that,” I replied then gave Ian a corner eyed evil grin. After a few more drinks we were flirting and teasing each other quite a bit. I could tell Ian was in deep thought a little on the nervous side knowing I know his partner and also know he enjoyed taking our poz loads a few weeks ago. I teasingly added, “Hey, Ian, What kinky thoughts are going through that head of yours?” “Who, me?” he replied in an innocent tone. “Yes, you,” Brian said. “If you only knew,” he replied then chuckled. “I can imagine,” I flirtatiously added. Brian said, “Ooh, we can explore that later tonight.” “There you go, Ian. Let it out. Brian wants it……live on the wild side,” I said. I knew what thoughts were going through Ian’s head. I could tell by the twitching cock in his pants too. Ian excused himself to the bathroom. I assume to calm down his boned up cock over the poz thoughts dancing through his brain. Boy, If Brian only knew his boyfriend was turning into a chaser. I no sooner got home from dropping off Brian and my phone lit up. It was a text message. “Zeek, this is Ian.” “Hey Ian…..I see you kept my number.” “Yeah, I couldn’t toss your it out. That night with you and Zak scared me, but turned me on so much.” “I understand totally.” “Are you going to tell, Brian?” “Don’t worry, Ian. That’s your business. I find it hot that you’re cheating on Brian and turning into a chaser.” “This scares me.” “But you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do. It’s such a turn on. I tried to resist it.” “That desire never goes away, Ian. You can try to resist it or give in and let your desires run wild.” “I don’t think I can resist it anymore. I don’t think I want to either.” “It only grows stronger, Ian….believe me. You’ll want it more and more.” “How long have you been chasing?” “Not long…..I still chase poz, but I’m not neg anymore.” “You’re poz too?” “Yeah, you may have gotten a charged load from me that night after all. I got the fuck flu about a week later. I just have to go test to confirm it.” “Oh fuck!! I’m rock hard now.” “Figured that would turn you on.” “I’d love to take your load.” “Well, you’d be getting an added bonus if you do.” “What do you mean?” “Zak and I had a little celebration of my conversion at the bath house. Think I have gonorrhea so you may want to wait.” “Oh Fuck!!” “Fuck what?” “My cock is throbbing.” “Bones you too, huh?” “YES!! My cock is rock hard.” “Do you want my load?” “Yes!!” “Do you remember where I live?” “Yes!!” “Come on over.” 30 minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened the door already boned up. “Hi……come on in.” Ian was obviously fully erect from the bulge in his pants. He walked past me, and I closed the door. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yeah, I’m sure.” “You know you will probably poz if you aren’t already infected?” “I know. I don’t care.” “What about Brian? Do you want to poz him after you charge up?” “I don’t know. The thought turns me on, but…..” “Are you scared?” “Yes, but I’m so turned on.” Ian’s cock again throbbed in his jeans a few times. I walked up to him and rubbed my hand against his hard cock. Ian closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. “I’m going to fuck you and give you my toxic load.” Ian’s cock throbbed against my grip. “Fuck, yes!!” I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I was going commando, so I kicked my jeans to the side and stood before Ian naked and rock hard. Poz precum already slicked the head of my cock. “Oh my God. You got a biohazard too.” “Get your clothes off so I can breed that hot ass.” Ian stripped naked then knelt before me and lapped up the toxic juice from my glans. He then slid my cock all the way into his mouth. I grabbed him by the back of the head. My cock throbbed and drooled sweet nectar down his throat as I slowly fucked his face. “Fuck….you want that poison, don’t you, pig?.....that’s it……lick it all up. Feel it sliding down your throat. You’re just like me, pig. You want me to infect you with my HIV and my gono, don’t you?” Ian mumbled with my cock buried in his throat, “Yes.” I pulled my cock from his mouth and noticed a small amount of discharge leaking from my piss hole. “See that, pig? That’s my gono sliding down your throat….you’re probably already infected with it. Now you need my poz seed in your ass.” “Fuckin sweet.” I pulled Ian to his feet and led him by the hand to my bedroom. “Get on the bed on all fours, pig.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers, and he anxiously put the bottle to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. I spit on Ian’s ass and again on my cock. As I lubed up my shaft with a few strokes of my hand I felt a burning through my piss hole and more gono oozed out. I wiped the gono from the head of my cock onto Ian’s puckered hole then pressed my shaft into his cunt. His hole resisted my prodding so I thrust harder and tore him open. His cunt lips engulfed my poisonous cock head along with my gono discharge. Ian shreaked in pain. “Just relax, pig. Take another hit. Feel the head of my shaft inside you? My toxic cock!!” He inhaled again….taking a deep hit, then flying high. I grabbed Ian’s hips and again thrust into him. He again tensed up in pain, milking more discharge from my venomous snake. My piss hole burned as my cock throbbed. “That’s it….take my diseases, pig. I’m almost all the way in.” I slammed into Ian’s cunt again with one swift thrust. “Fuck yes…You got it all, pig. I’m buried balls deep in your cunt.” Ian’s cunt again puckered around my rod. “Fuck that hurts so good,” he said while exhaling. “Enjoy the ride. Time to sew my demon seed into your gut.” I slowly withdrew my shaft keeping the tip of my cock buried inside. I again spit on my pole and felt his cunt wrapped tightly around my shaft as every inch slid into his tight cunt. “Oh my God….You feel so good. It’s like a velvet on my toxic meat.” I continually thrust all the way into Ian. He buried his head into the mattress then threw his head back and began meeting my thrusts, fucking himself on my tool. “Fuck, you want my babies in you, don’t you? My virus and gono are definitely in you. Feel my rod working my diseases into your gut?” “Fuck, I want this so much.” “I’m going to poz you, pig. I’m going to fire my HIV into your gut and infect you. You’re mine forever, pig. You’ll be poz in no time.” “Fuck, give it to me. Cum in me. I want to poz.” “You want to fuck your boyfriend, don’t you? Infect him too….give him my DNA and poz him.” “Oh, fuck, yes.” “I’m going to unload in you now, pig. Knock you up with my demon seed.” I began to thrust into Ian hard, and began to moan. My cock throbbed in his cunt. “There’s no turning back, pig. Feel me shooting in you? You’re getting all my toxic seed right now.” My body jerked, and I groaned from the burning discomfort down my piss hole as my gono and dirty cum fired off into his hole. “Yes….you’re getting all of me. Take it, pig…..Every bit of my DNA.” Ian stroked his shaft a few times…..it was all it took. “Oh fuck…..I’m going to shoot,” and he spewed his load across my bed sheets. I kept my cock buried in Ian’s cunt until it stopped throbbing then slid my shaft from his hole. Ian squat down on the bed and licked up his semen from my sheets. I worked my fingers into Ian’s cunt and massaged his guts with my fingernails. “Feel me scraping your cunt? Let my demon seed course through your blood.” I worked my babies into his gut with my fingers then flopped on the bed next to him. He curled up against me, pressing his sweaty body into mine. “Oh my God…. This is so fucking hot.” “Any fears, cause you will poz? You definitely have my gono too.” “I’m a little scared, but I can’t resist this anymore.” Ian lay in my arms panting. “Just let go and go with it….. enjoy the ride. If this turns you on that much you’re going to love my HIV and gono.” Ian dosed off in my arms for about 30 minutes then jumped awake. He quickly checked his phone. Brian was texting him while he was taking my toxic load. “Fuck, I better go,” he said. “Brian’s wondering where I am. I told him I fell asleep.” “Well, you did, you little pig….after you took my poz cum.” Ian’s cock again began to get hard as he pulled his jeans on. He gave me a kiss and pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Thanks again,” Ian said as he turned the doorknob “I have to get home.” “Let me know when you want more seed, pig.” He turned and grinned then slipped out the door. A minute later my phone lit up. “That was fucking hot….thanks again, Zeek. I want more.” “Anytime, pig….just let me know.” I crawled back into bed naked, stroking my cock. Boy did I have hot details for Zak. More to cum guys.....