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Doc Murphy’s Therapy 2 “Fuck, boy,” Doc grunted, placing his hands behind his head and adjusting his body to give me better access. That goddamn mouth’ll be servicing this cock... taking everything that comes from it,” he said as his gaze met mine. “You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc... I do... so much.” I said barely above a whisper, holding his cock securely in my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the quiet squeak of leather booted footsteps and turned to see Mike standing there wearing the same gear I now had on, except for one minor difference... the pouch on his jockstrap contained a removable codpiece just like Doc’s. Fuck! Standing there in his gear, he was even more beautiful than I imagined. His hard muscles rippled over his smooth body as he drew closer. His eyes traveled slowly up and down my own sweat covered body to finally rest on the puddle of cum under me. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees. Lifting my hips, he spread my legs with his knees to completely expose me and started lapping Doc’s load out of my well-fucked cunt. “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue probing and digging for every drop of cum still inside me. “Goddamn boy...” Doc grinned, looking down watching me squirm in pleasure... “You fucking amaze me but I don’t think I have anything left.” Mike then ground his strong jaw deeper and went animal. I continued to writhe as his rough stubble scratched and scraped against my shaved ass cheeks causing me to tense up, but Mike held my hips and continued his feeding. “Push it out, Sam...” Doc ordered, grabbing my head. “Let Mike taste you...” he barked and tensed up. “Oh fuck... I do. Drink up boy.” he laughed. Still latched on Doc’s cock, another load of chemmed piss erupted and hit the back of my throat. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe that I was here... between a man’s thighs drinking piss... that Doc hadn’t put this in my head, but I was definitely loving it. Feeling the flow finally come to an end, I moved my tongue around his wet shaft to collect the last drops of piss. “Open up, Sam.” Doc commanded, stroking my head. Releasing his cock, I raised my chin and opened my mouth only to have Doc loudly hoc a load of spit and phlegm and drop it into my mouth. Without a thought, I swallowed just as Mike finished on my cunt and sat back... “Go on,” Doc said to me, moving to his chair. I quickly turned to face Mike deeply inhaling from the glass pipe. My eyes locked with his... I crawled slowly to him and sat up. My hands reached out... fingers gliding over his smooth muscled pecs and thick tits before holding onto the tight straps of his harness and pulling him to me... working my way up to feel the snug leather collar secured around his neck. Staring into those dilated green eyes, I leaned in further and felt the softness of his lips as he released the cloud. I inhaled and with my hand on the back of his neck, I pressed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth... enjoying the now familiar taste of the chems, Doc’s cum and my cunt juices. Mike finally reacted... His tongue met mine and the sparring began as I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and hold me tight. I was not going anywhere... not that I wanted to. We kept on until Mike released his grip and pushed me down... I moved to his sweaty neck, tasting the sharp flavor of his collar that could only come from years of wear. My tongue descended, now licking his pecs and flicking the thick tits. I made my way down to explore the ridges of his rock-hard abs. I knew I was close... I could smell the musky scented leather pouch below and inhaled... knowing that his cock was inches from my face. I moaned, begging him... “Please...” Removing the codpiece, he revealed a thick pierced cock. I inhaled and the musk of his crotch and leather filled my nostrils. My first instinct was to take the shaft into my mouth but catching sight of a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit, I moved closer. My tongue darted out with anticipation and ran it under the ring, waiting for my first taste of him. Taking its time, I watched the drop slowly run down the back of the ring until it landed on my waiting tongue. “Mmmmm...” I moaned, savoring the drop containing a hint of chlorine hitting my taste buds. Moving down, I ran my tongue along the length of his expanding shaft and over the large set of balls. I looked up into his face, his hands behind his back to steady himself with outstretched legs... his face carefully watching me. The feeling of my hands on his muscled thighs caught my attention... I moved to lick his inner thighs and experience my favorite scent of a man... the musk that emanates in the crease between his crotch and thigh. Almost involuntarily, my tongue began to lap and taste the dripping sweat, sending shivers through my body only to concentrate on my cunt. I licked and nibbled at his smooth legs as I made my way down his calves until I finally reached the polished black leather of his boots. “Fuck, yeh... 10-hole Rangers...” I growled, licking my way down until I was completely on the floor in front of Mike, ass up, and started worshipping his left boot... Moving past the upper, I quickly licked across the vamp, feeling my tongue glide across the leather. I worked my tongue to cover his boot in my spit, producing an increased shine. Next, I shifted and began on his right boot until it also glistened before moving back up his leg, leaving a slimy trail along the way. My eyes shifted up to see Mike’s cock steadily engorging and I continued to my prize. Reaching his low hanging sac, I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but his enormous balls were too much. So, I took each, one at a time, and rolled it over my tongue... feeling their full weight. Gently, I flicked his sac... around and under, giving it a good tongue bath. I couldn’t resist it anymore and I moved to the base of the shaft... Mike was now panting and thrusting into the air... his sac pulling up as a trickle of pre-cum ran down into my mouth. I grabbed the base, looked Mike in the eyes and lowered my open mouth. Mike let out a faint moan... Tasting the sharp tang, I slid my tongue across the underside of the dark purple cock head and took him entirely to the root. Mike’s hands grasped my head and violently started to face-fuck me. I could feel the ring hitting the back of my throat before sliding down into me with every thrust... On he went... taking control and I just let him. I was there to be used and I enjoyed it! Before long, I could feel his body trembling and I knew it wouldn’t be long. At the same time, I slid my hand under him and pressed firmly into his cunt. Feeling my finger reach his prostate, he began to whimper as I stroked it, hoping to get him off quickly... I needed his cum. And it worked! Mike exploded and clamped his hands on my head, letting out a wordless cry as a volley of cum ran down my throat. He fell back, covered in sweat and breathless. I swallowed that delicious load that had coated the back of my tongue and throat. Regaining his breath, Mike looked to Doc, and, without a word between them, Doc motioned to the door. I just sat there, watching Mike’s sculpted glutes cross the room to pick up the tossed codpiece from the floor... Securing it, he walked out the door. At the sound of the door closing, I looked back at Doc with a questioning look. He smiled and took a drink. Sitting back, he began to explain... “I was wondering when you’d notice, boy. Mike was one of my first patients. Like you, he showed promise but there was always a part of him that had been totally fucked up by his upbringing. Even with all the hours of therapy, there was still a wall I couldn’t break through. So, boy...” he said, taking another sip, “he requires a prompt to become what you saw. After every session, he leaves, removes his gear and stows it away... out of his sight and out of mind, so to speak.” he chuckled. “Then, he heads to his room and forgets everything that happened.” “Fuck! Even the part of being gay?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my forehead. He laughed, taking another sip... “No, boy... In all other respects, he’s gay... He was always gay.” He continued on, taking hit from the pipe and exhaling... “It seems that he wasn’t meant to be completely submissive... unlike you.” he said, calling me over and offering the pipe. “Yeh, Doc... it sounds like it.” I said, looking at the mirror and seeing the state I was in. I took the pipe and lit it like I had been doing it forever... I held the cloud in my lungs as Doc reached down and picked up a chain link leash. He secured it to my collar, and I let out the cloud with a loud moan. “I took Mike under my wing after that.” he continued, leading me out of the room into a long dark hallway. “We continued our therapy sessions as he studied psychology at the university. He’s a grad student now and soon, he’ll be moving on...” he said with a hint of regret, opening a nondescript door and pulling me in. My eyes grew wide at the sight... the room was a fetish fantasy... a heavy steel rack stood next to the door holding multiple styles of harnesses, chaps and other leather clothing while gear was displayed on shelves... whips, paddles and cunt toys of all shapes and sizes! One entire wall was covered with mirrors. The other walls, floor and ceiling were painted matte black. In one corner of the room, there stood a large metal framed bed covered with black rubber sheets. But the most prominent piece was in the middle of the room... a well-used black leather sling suspended by heavy chains from the wooden rafters. “Go on boy, take a look around...” He told me, pulling me up by the collar and unhooking my leash. Moving to the sling, I noticed the wooden floor had been replaced with heavy duty black rubber. Running my hand over the buttery soft leather, I moaned... “Fuck Doc!” Doc turned down the lights to reveal a soft red glow from the crown molding shining up on the ceiling from the walls and turned to me... “Like it, boy?” He asked, grabbing me and placing me on the sling. “Yeh, Doc... I fucking like it!” I growled, my cunt now exposed again. “I thought you would,” he chuckled, wrapping my wrists and ankles in leather restraints to securely bind me before raising the bottom edge of the sling. “Better,” he said, leaning in with a wicked smile and whispered something in my ear. I began to feel drowsy, but I was still aware of what was going on... Doc continued, his voice rising a bit and stroking my inner arm... “Still trust me, boy?” Nodding, I answered over and over again... “Yeh, Doc... I do.” “That’s my boy...” he growled as I felt a tightness on my bicep. “Look at me. I want you to see this.” Turning slowly towards his voice, I saw him holding a syringe... the shiny needle tip at my now prominent vein. “What?” I mumbled... starting to struggle slightly. “Think back, boy... you trust me...” Doc said with a menacing scowl and plunged the needle into my vein. I could feel the needle entering but it was Doc, so I stopped struggling. “Yeh, Doc... go on...” I said, watching the contents of the syringe mix with my blood. “Register...” I moaned, not really knowing how I knew that. “Come back,” I heard him say... With that, he released the tourniquet and the slam rushed through my body and I was flying... I could feel the texture of the leather sling hitting every nerve on my back... It was nothing like the clouds... it was a new sensation... “Goddamn fuck!” I coughed out... Trying to take a breath through the coughing fit, my hips began to uncontrollably buck... my cunt spasmed. As the coughing slowed, my mind filled with visions of hard cocked leather clad men in an orgy of sucking and fucking.... piss was flying everywhere. I looked at Doc, standing there watching me... “Fuck my cunt, please...” I begged, lifting my hips further and offering myself. “That’s my boy... welcome back.” Doc grinned, sliding his fingers over my pulsing cunt. “Is it all you wanted?” “God! Yes!” I cried out in bliss as he smiled and walked to one of the lower shelves. Doc stood there for a minute looking at the items... Finally, he reached down and took hold of a pair of long black rubber gloves... “Aww fuck!” I growled, hearing the rubber snap against his sweaty biceps as he looked over his shoulder at me. Still looking over at me, he instinctively grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a chain of black silicone anal balls without taking his eyes off me. “Oh Fuck!” I moaned, watching the hard pulsing cock leading him back to me. Sinking his hand into the tub, Doc smiled, his now slick hand spreading the lube all over my cunt. Kneeling, he pressed a slippery finger into me without resistance... I lifted my hips to meet the intruder, shoving even more of the lube into me. Satisfied, Doc pulled out and pressed the first ball against my cunt... I tried to relax. “Push out, boy...” he instructed, grabbing my tit and digging in. “FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my cunt open up and take it in... I could feel my cunt relax as it clamped onto the chain, and I felt a reassuring fullness inside me. “Good boy!” he told me, patting my now filled cunt. “One...” “One...” I automatically repeated in a long moan as the first one slid deeper into me. Another one was now at the entrance... Doc slowly pushed on it, and I was open again... Sending waves of pleasure into my cunt. “Two...” Doc growled. “Two...” I moaned, feeling the weight of them as another met the opening. This time, I pushed back to meet it and felt Doc nudging it against my extending cuntlips until it was accepted. “Threee,“ I growled, before Doc could give the count. “Goddammit,” he chuckled, dropping the remaining two to hang from my filled cunt... the sensation causing me to tighten up on the chain and flex on the three heavy balls inside me. “That’s my boy!” he said, slapping my ass cheeks then stepping back to admire. My chemmed up cunt was on fire now... and I didn’t hold back... “Please, Doc!” I begged, “More...” “Of course, fucker,” he chuckled, picking up the final one and pushing against me. The feeling was intense... I didn’t know if I could take it with the three already inside me. “Easy boy... relax...” he encouraged, sliding a well lubed finger around the entrance to relax me. Feeling his finger slipping in against the ball, I began to writhe in pleasure. With a final push, the last one was in, leaving only the handle remaining outside my body. “YEEEH! FOUR!!!” I cried out as a wave of pulsating pleasure rocked my cunt and rolled through my hungry body. “Damn boy... you’re perfect!” Doc growled, standing there and stroking his now leaking cock before grabbing the chain and gently pulling on it to stimulate my cunt. “OH FUCK... OH FUCK...OH FUCK!” I whimpered, feeling every nerve in my chemmed up cunt fire at once. “How’s it feel, boy?” he asked, rubbing my abs and feeling the now protruding balls underneath. “Doc.....” I moaned, not being able to say another word as my cunt convulsed and surrounded the four heavy balls deep in my gut. “Enough said,” he growled, pulling on the handle. “GOD!! FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the balls sliding against my intestines as the chain grew taut. When the fourth ball hit my sphincter, I moaned, as my cuntlips expanded over the slippery surface and expelled it with a loud pop. “One...” Doc laughed. Nodding, I took a deep breath, “One...” Doc moved on to empty me of the remaining balls, with me dutifully counting down until the last one left my cunt... “Four...” I exhaled, dropping back on the sling as he flung it to one side with a thud... his cock now at my cunt. “Nine,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and easily slipping into my gaping hole... I moaned, feeling myself filled again... this time with no pain. “Do it...” I begged. And with that, the rutting began... his thrusts shoved the sling back, only to yank me back with all his strength onto his shaft on the rebound... pounding me harder and deeper with each thrust... my cunt throbbed again at the invasion. Sensing a change in Doc’s rhythm, I gripped his shaft tightly, causing him to growl... “Goddamn cunt!” His breath became labored as he continued burying himself in my cunt and taking possession. Now leaning in, he grabbed my harness and increased the speed of his fucking and brought me to the edge... “SHIT YEH!” I cried out as my body began to shudder... I could feel my nuts releasing a huge river of cum from my still limp cock and fill my leather jock. My cunt clamped down Doc’s cock and his breathing grew labored... “Yeah fucker,” he hissed with one final thrust, trembling... I heard him deeply inhale and hold his breath as his cock swelled within me... Releasing a white-hot gush of cum inside me, his powerful body shook and fell on top of me. We remained there... suspended in the air on the sling... his cock safely inside me for a few minutes. Feeling Doc rising and slipping out of me, I began to whimper... “Don’t worry boy...” he said, now on his feet and teasing my cunt. Releasing me from the restraints, he lifted me in his arms and helped me to my feet. “Well, Sam... our time is up for today.” he laughed, clipping the leash to my collar. “You need to get some rest...” Relaxing, I fell to my hands and knees and followed behind him into the main house. Reaching the main staircase, he took a long look before continuing up the stairs. Feeling the leash tighten again, I obediently followed like the submissive cunt I now was. Passing a large set of double doors on the second floor, he spoke, “That’s my room. This room...” he said, moving to the next door, opening it and leading me in, “will be yours for tonight.” Removing my collar, he motioned me to stand. Still unsteady, I wandered around the luxurious room. I stood before the immense burning fireplace casting a warm red glow over me. Turning, I saw the sturdy wooden frame of a four-poster bed against the opposite wall. I moved to the bed and felt the luxurious fabric of the sheets covering a pillowy-soft mattress. Looking down, I noticed a black leather bag sitting on the floor and I knew what to do... Turning to face Doc, I began to strip off my gear. Piece by piece, I carefully placed each item in the bag... wrist and ankle restraints... harness before grabbing hold of the waist of my jockstrap... “Commando or jock.” I smiled up at Doc and slipped it down over my hips onto floor, revealing a crusting load of cum in the pouch and on my junk. I knew what was next, but I hesitated and gave Doc a pleading look. Seeing him giving me a terse look, I took a deep breath and knelt to unlace my 10-Hole Rangers... I worked my way down... releasing the tension of the laces as I carefully slid them out of the eyelets with my fingers. Finally done, I inspected them for any damage. Satisfied, I put each one in an individual pouch and stored them in the inner pocket of the bag. Sitting on the bed, I took them off and held them... Again, I looked to Doc but this time with resignation and placed them in the bag. Lastly, I pulled the sweaty, ripe yellow socks off my feet, rolled them up and shoved them into the boots. “Good boy... Time for bed.” Doc growled, slipping my collar into the bag and heading to the door. I don’t know why, but I began to feel drowsy, so I crawled under the sheets and fell back on the mound of down pillows and looked at Doc standing at the doorway. “Rest up, boy... Your therapy’s just begun...” he smiled, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Hey guys! thought I'd take a stab at writing. It'll take me a while to do updates, but I promise there will be more than just this one story. Hope they're not too long winded. Some parts of these stories may or may not be true 😉 Chapter 1: Meeting Byron I met Byron through Grindr - I had been horny and looking for some trouble. Of course, it was 2AM, so only the ones who REALLY had fun were online, but I didn't know that at that point. But let me introduce myself first. My name is Christopher, or Topher for short. At the time of this meeting, I'm 22, fresh out of college, standing at 5'7. I've got an average body (not fat but also I am too lazy to work out now, so maybe just a soft stomach) a nice 6 inch cock, and a nice round bubble butt courtesy of my high school days when I used to go to the gym. Not bad for an Asian boy right? And of course, smooth all over - save for the minimal pubic and armpit hair that only grew out after I hit puberty at age 17. Oh yeah, did I mention I was a virgin? Never even been kissed! Crazy. Anyways, the familiar Grindr notification made my heart thump. Byron sent me his pics, and he was super sexy. On the older side (maybe twice my age, who knows?), taller (around 6'1) but had a nice clean shaven face and a slight semblance of a 6-pack. But what really caught my eye was the final pics - a thick beer can of a cock easily 8 inches, and also a nice round butt. I was salivating. Byron and I chatted for a bit, and I mentioned that this was my first time with everything. He was super kind, and willing to show me the ropes. He even alleviated my concerns about Tina and Gina, and assured me that he would "take good care of me". Assuaged, I made the quick drive over to his place. After I arrived, I knocked on his front door, trembling with excitement. I had never done anything and yet here I was, about to take the plunge. Byron had told me that he preferred long sessions, so I had budgeted the entire evening, the next day AND the next evening to him. The door opened, and I was blown away. He stood there, a head taller than me, a big smile on my face and stark naked. His pictures were recent, thank goodness, so everything that he sent me matched, except his cock, which I had underestimated. "9 x 5 inches", he proudly told me later. He immediately pulled me into my first kiss, his lips soft, his tongue gentle and probing me. I quickly got hard, and decided to wrap my arms around him. He made me feel so safe as he snaked his hands around my waist, lifted my shirt up and pulled my pants down, so that I could join him in his nakedness. "Wow", he said, after 5 minutes of making out at his front doorstep. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight". "Agreed", I said. He held my hand as he led me to his bedroom, and I adjusted to my new surroundings. The room was mostly dark, but had dark blue and red lights so we could see. On one side, his king size bed with 4 pillows. Next to that was his laptop and a movable desk. Byron had really rolled out later what I discovered to be the red carpet experience. A whole box of shards, a bong, torch, two Gatorades, two Viagra pills, two travel-size shampoo bottles filled with Gina, another travel-size bottle of massage oil, a brand new bottle of poppers fresh from the fridge, and a bottle of lube. Byron and I sat down on his bed, and immediately explained what everything was for. We each popped our Viagra pills, and waited for them to hit. In the meantime, He filled the pipe with 2 brand new fat shards, took the torch and started melting them. I looked transfixed as the white smoke started to rise, and he took three 5-second hits before looking at me, gesturing for me to come closer and pressing his mouth to me. Exhaling into my mouth, I gobbled up his smoke, held it per his instruction, and then started exhaling back into him, his lips never leaving mine. As we ping-ponged the wisps of delicious Tina, I could feel my horniness to rise. We moaned into each other's mouths as we started to make out. "Now you try", he said. "And I know you got those lungs from your swimming days so you inhale for 30 seconds and then release into me". I did as he told, counting the seconds until half a minute had passed, before pressing my mouth back into his smiling lips. He groaned in delight, and placed my hand on his growing member. I started slowly stroking it to full hardness, the cock so big it looked outsized in my hand. He meanwhile started gently tugging my nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure. We then shotgunned at least 5 more hits to each other before he broke it up. "You're a good kisser Topher", Byron said as he started mixing the Gatorade and several drops of Gina into cups for us to down. We quickly drank the bitter concoctions, and I then climbed on top of him, his thick cock in my face and mine also stiff as a rod sticking straight down at him. I opened my mouth, and started swallowing his fat cockhead, while he pushed my ass forcefully down, impaling my steel rod into the back of his throat. As we commenced my first 69, I could taste his sweet nectar, as I tried to force more and more of his dick into my mouth before finally gagging about halfway down. "Not bad - you're doing fucking amazing and your mouth feels so good", Byron garbled as he continued to furiously throat my dick. "But try these", and he produced the poppers, "and inhale for a couple of seconds thru each nostril. You'll find it much easier". I did as he told, immediately felt a slight exuberance, as the poppers coursed through my head with everything else I had taken. I felt an immediate horniness as I refocused on Byron's cock and with no hesitation swallowed his cock two-thirds of the way down. But this time, instead of gagging, my throat allowed me to push down, and I kept going and going and going, until I hit the base and felt his heavy balls tickle my nose. Byron grunted in assent, and we started really going to town, pleasuring each other's steely penises. 'This is what it should be like', I thought, as I slowly bobbed up and down, savoring the smoothness, the girthiness and the slowly pulsating rod in my mouth. After about 10 minutes, (we definitely need to re-up on the poppers halfway through), we pulled off of each other, and he threw me onto my back, grinning. "You feel that?" Byron said, and I knew he was talking about all the stars we were seeing and the world slightly distorted. "That's our friend Gina is kicking in, and that means it's time. It's time for us to be inside each other". He quickly slathered a generous helping of lube on his cock and my pulsating hole, and told me to take my biggest popper hits yet - 10 seconds each nostril. I held it in as he teased my entrance for what felt like another 30 seconds, and exhaled as he slowly pushed his fat mushroom head in at the same time. "Oh my fucking gooooooood", we both exclaimed. I thought it would have hurt, or been painful, but it was the most pleasant pressure ever. I felt the heat radiating from his raw cock and my hole, and he smiled at me before pressing down on my body. Wrapping his arms and legs around me, he slowly pushed further in as I whispered a slew of expletives into his ear. After what felt like an eternity, I felt his pubes tickle my ass. "It's all the way in Topher; you did it," Byron told me as he smiled back at me. I could see myself in his glazed pupils, my face contorted into pleasure and ecstasy. "Now, we can really get going". Byron took another hit from the bong and shotgunned it to me, as he slowly but surely started thrusting into my no-longer virgin hole. I felt like I was flying, squealing like a little piggy in heat as he pulled almost all the way out and started slamming ;) it back in. Each time he fucked his whole cock into me I uttered unintelligble sounds of delight, as my own hard cock was spewing precum everywhere. As his sweat dripped down, I licked up every drop as I kissed every part of his face. Eventually, after maybe 15 minutes, Byron pulled his slicked cock out with a pop leaving my hole feeling empty, and flipped onto his back, slightly breathless. I took this time to take another 2 hits, shotgunning both of them to him. As we made out, I could feel his cock firming up again. "Why don't you sit on it babe," Byron said, as he slowly stroked his to full mast. "Sir yes sir", I exclaimed, and I lubed up my hole again, ready to take his girthy meat. "I'm gonna take a hit of poppers, and you take a big hit of Tina. As you sit, we shotgun to each other," Byron explained, as he unscrewed the cap. My heart was pounding as I grabbed the bong and positioned myself over his cock. As our eyes locked, we both inhaled for 15 seconds (Byron switching each nostril). Holding our breaths, we put the items back, gave each other one last look, and smashed our faces together, as I sat myself down balls deep in one swift motion and we flew into nirvana. 'This is what making love feels like. There is nothing that I will ever want in life again other than for this to never end', I thought to myself when I came to moments later. Byron and I were furiously making out, the smell of poppers and tina meshing within our mouths. In the distance (more so due to our haze), I could hear the rapid smacking as I slammed my ass down to meet his upward thrusts. My cock, harder than it had ever been, made a 'thwack thwack' sound as it bounced on his smooth chest. I felt so full, as all 9 inches penetrated me deep inside my hole. As I kept taking his meat, I started moaning in pleasure. Eventually, I felt slightly winded and lay my body on his, enveloping us in sweat. He bear-hugged me as he kept slowly pushing upwards, his magical tongue licking the sweat off my neck, chewing my earlobes and whispering everything dirty in the book into my ear. I felt in heaven as I looked into his blue eyes and opened my mouth to accept his kisses; god, I couldn't get enough of his kisses. We must have been in this position for an hour, and I admired Byron's stamina. However, even he started getting worn out, so we disentangled ourselves, toweled and lay next to each other, making out slowly. His hands lightly traced my back, stopping to play with my puffy hole, causing me to shiver from his touch. Our cocks, which had just been worn out, started to harden as we pressed tighter against each other, our mouths never disconnecting as our bodies meshed into one. "Flip onto your stomach," Byron broke from the kiss and opened two of the shampoo bottles. "I want to massage your sexy body," he said, as he prepared another two cocktails of Gatorade Gina. We chugged our drinks and he drizzled some cool massage oil onto my back. "Is this one of those massages that turns into a happy ending?" I joked. "Maybe it is," Byron replied seductively, as he sat on my butt and pressed his hands into my shoulder blades. His hands were firm and strong, as he massaged out my knots and slowly worked his way down. I couldn't help but moan every time his fingers pressed deep, just as I know his cock could do. Byron would chuckle each time he elicited any noise from me, as though he were proud of himself as a masseuse. He scooted onto my legs as he got down to my midsection, then my waist and finally to his prize: my ass. I could feel him apply even more pressure as he kneaded my globes in earnest, loosening any remaining kinks. I could feel a pause as Byron lifted his hands and refilled the bong. 'Flick' went the torch, and I could hear the bubbles as he inhaled a fat hit, before adjusting himself on my legs again. I then moaned again as I felt his hot breath as he took into his mouth my now hard cock, flat against my stomach but sticking out under my butt. He sucked on it for a bit as I lay there, motionless but feeling increasingly in heat. Byron then stood up yet again and repeated this process, but this time blew into my hole as his hands searched my body before finding my nipples and tweaking them. It was all I could do to hold still from writhing, as I experienced my first rimjob, Byron's tongue French kissing my pucker. I could feel myself opening up as he methodically probed deeper, massing my insides with swirls. I could feel my cunt getting moist as his tongue licking got faster, more desperate, more slick. As the rimming got to a crescendo, Byron suddenly got back up into sitting position. He shoved the poppers under my nose while I could hear him turn on the torch. Instinctively, I unscrewed, and he said "don't stop inhaling until you feel my first tap; then hold until I take the poppers from you". After about 20 seconds, when my lungs were about to burst, I finally felt his hurried tap; he grabbed the poppers, set both that and the bong down. I felt Byron's hot meat against my hole, ready to press in. He quickly laid his entire body on me, turned my head to the signed and started to exhale into me as he pushed his cock in slowly. I moaned as we made out, exchanging Tina'ed and poppered breaths, as Byron painstakingly pushed his inch by inch of his horse cock in. I whinnied into his mouth, begging him to go faster and just put it in me, but he made an "uh-uh" noise and grinned, as he teased the depths of my cunt. Finally his resolve broke after he bottomed out. Clasping my hands with his own, he laid on top of me as he began to fuck me hard and deep, just how I wanted it. Byron slammed into me with all of his might, over and over; I screamed into the pillow as he kept pounding and pounding my second hole, feeling a pleasure and ecstasy I never knew before in my life. Before I knew it, his hands clenched even tighter and I could feel his body start to tense. "O my god baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum so hard in you baby. I've been saving this 5 day load for you, I'm gonna flood your guts with so much cum. Kiss me as I fill you up," Byron was practically begging me as he started ramping up his speed. "Yeah baby, cum inside me, make me yours, this is your hole", I quickly turned my head again and his lips closed on mine one last time, tonguing me as he screamed one final scream and slammed deep into my cunt. One pulse, two, three; I counted 10! pulses as Byron spasmed, his cock gushing the promised load into my waiting hole. Byron's heavy breathing slowly calmed down as he continued to kiss me. His cock, however was still impossibly rock hard after his earth shattering orgasm and he lazily fucked his load deeper into me as we lay there, his body on top of mine. Finally, as his cock was still lodged inside me, he turned me around onto my back, his piercing blue eyes staring into my soul. "That was amazing", he breathed. "Fuck yeah; thank you so much for all of this," I replied "It was everything I hoped for and more". "For sure," he said, and I reached up to kiss the man who took my virginity in the most amazing night ever.

Last Monday, I was working out of town and had a hotel room to myself. Contacted a bbc friend to come over. He is 9.5 inches long, too thick for my fingers to touch and gets incredibly hard. after we kissed and I undressed, I started sucking him and he started fingering my ass. A few hits of poppers and I managed to briefly get him in my throat. In the meantime he started using more fingers and with my encouragement managed to get his entire fist inside me. By now I was begging to get fucked and we started doggie style. Between poppers and his fist, he was able to get every inch in me. He later turned me on my side and bred me deep. He fisted his cum in me till I came incredibly hard. Hoping for a repeat soon.

Stayed the night at a hotel,being renovated of course, and go to the pool area to go to the hot tub. One older Hispanic guy in the hot tub and no one else in the pool area and I get in the hot tub to loosen up my aching back. The guy starts talking, thick accent, says he is there doing renovations. I notice he has a pride colored towel and tell him nice towel. He says he can't hear well and to slide over next to him so we can chat. I slide next to him and he puts his arms up and on the edge of the tub and starts chatting. Soon I feel his leg brush mine a few times. My hands are in the water and I bump his thigh with my hand. The 3rd time I do this he pushes his hips up. So we are chatting away and I touch his cock through his trunks, his hand go in the water and come back out back to rest on the edge. He had pulled his trunks down and I start stroking his thick meat. He tells me he wants to feed me and pulls up his short and we go into a service closet off the pool he has keys for. We go in and he drops his trunks and say suck for your dinner. A minute later he say eat my nut and groans and floods my mouth with cum. He plops down on this folding metal chair and tells me to sit. I sit on his cock and say wait. He reaches around and jerks me and I blow my load pretty quick. He say now fuck. I don't usually cum and getting fucked after is tough and he knew it. That big cock churned my guts for probably 20 minutes before he unloaded in me. I hobbled back up to my room and put a butt plug in and pillow under my hips and crashed.

been so horny recently. definitely been needing a hungry bottom to cuddle up next to with my cock always neck to their hole.

I was a late starter with anal. I loved to suck but I'd been brought up with the whole "spunk will kill you" mantra of the 80s. But I was desperate to feel a cock inside me. I always wanted it to be bare. Why bother if you dont take the load? Use a dildo! In my life I've taken two rubbered cocks and hated it... the whole point of being fucked for me was to take the load inside me. After the first dick though I was addicted. To the point that even now, if I don't get at least a load a week, minimum, I genuinely start to feel down. But of course I convinced myself that I was a smart bottom. I chose guys that only topped. I chose guys who had negative in profiles. I avoided poz guys - even, later, the undetectable ones. I believed the guys who said they were negative. Buy it just didn't properly feed my addiction. It didn't quiet the slut. It simply wasn't enough. I *needed* to be the slut that I am. So, I began to stop asking. I stopped looking at their profiles. I mean I didn't care what they looked like. A slut isn't choosy! And still it wasn't enough. Finally giving myself to every cock offered as long as it was bare was the thing that finally made me happy. Going to saunas and bending over for every guy who wanted me - but actively rejecting those who wanted to wear a rubber. Almost aggressively seeking out bb. Going to cum unions. I crave quantity over quality. I'd prefer 5 low quality, fast, pump and dumps from 5 complete strangers over one good fuck from someone i lnow. I know most guys are the opposite but it is my ethos and it's in my DNA. I am a slut. I'm proud to be a slut. I'm here to take loads. As many as physically possible. I stopped caring about what might happen and started getting what my psyche screamed for. I test regularly now of course. It took years between being afraid, to being able to accept what I wanted to be, but fuck me it made me happy when I got there. I'd love to know your journeys to full slut as a top or bottom.

I don’t really put much stock into my looks. I feel that either a man is interested or he isn’t. I don’t feel that being a true pig has anything to do with looks. My goal is to get a man off and hopefully have his precious seed inside me. I really don’t care about looks at all.

Chapter 11 Henrique just parked and got a text from Marc. It said, “Bring a luggage cart up with you when you come up. I’m waiting for you by the elevator”. A few minutes later, Henrique arrived at the top floor. The elevator door opened, and there was Marc waiting for him wearing just a jockstrap. “We are not leaving today, are we? I just got here. What do we need a luggage cart for?” Henrique said as he exited the elevator. He immediately began to strip down to wear just a jockstrap as well. “No, we’re not. Here” Marc handed two pairs of handcuffs to Henrique “Daddy wants you to be cuffed to the cart” “Got it” Marc cuffed Henrique's arms to the luggage cart and then rolled the cart into the room. Henry, whom the boys referred to as Daddy, is in his upper 40s. Have a nice tanned and toned body, about 6'2, and masculine acting. He has on a pair of boxers and just made a cup of coffee, sitting on the couch of their top-floor hotel suite. “You boys put on a show for me. I just might join the two of you if I’m turned on enough. There's a chest full of toys, so feel free to pick out anything you want” “Yes, daddy” Marc and Henrique said at the same time. Daddy got the boys out of the correction facility years ago when he was starting his business as a porn producer. He was looking for boys who were legal that he could manipulate, train, and make them the star of his new business. He had met them online and hooked up with these two boys before. When the boys got in trouble and didn't want their family to know, they contacted him. At the time, his porn brand needed new concepts, exploring more controversial dark fantasies. He has since made them into the main stars of his company, and his porn brand is gaining popularity domestically and abroad. He generously shared profit with these boys and also started recruiting more actors through them. The boys do not have to follow his orders, but the money is just too good, so they follow him and do what he says willingly. Henry's films have been highly controversial because of the idea of getting his actors high and subjecting them to rough sex. The disclaimers, of course, say everything was just acting but in reality…. No one is inspecting to know the legitimacy of the claim. They only need to edit out the part where the actors are getting high before publishing their videos. They do offer unedited live streaming for payers who are willing to pay high dollars and agree to some ridiculous terms if the live stream were to be recorded and redistributed. Most of those viewers who are interested in watching unedited live streams to fulfill their dark fantasies . They have no problem agreeing to the terms for a chance to satisfy their perverted desires. This was the first time Henrique was in a submissive role with Marc. For many fans of them, there has been a high demand for their role reversal. Marc has been traveling with daddies for promotion while Henrique was sent to do a different assignment. During their promotional trip, several companies have offered a great deal of money to be a part of the video. The “toy box” is filled with products from their sponsors. After building up the demand for so long, Daddy finally has the green light to make this highly demanded shoot. Today's encounter is for research purposes and is not recorded. The goal is to test Henrique's comfort level and also to get familiar with sponsor products and how to use them. Marc first greases up Henrique's body. He sucked on Henrique's hard nipples and bit on them lightly before he drips more oil on Henrique's body. He rubs the oil evenly but intentionally avoids contacting his dick. Henrique's body hair is nicely trimmed. Marc fondles Henrique's balls in his hand a bit, then pulls them downward and puts a ball stretcher on Henrique, causing him to let out a light moan. Marc went back over to the toy box and came back with a set of weighted nipple clamps connected with a chain. He attached them to Henrique's nipples, making him grunt a little. He follows up with a passionate kiss and lightly greases up the head of Henrique's now half-hard dick before moving on to applying oil to Henrique's backside. Marc slowly inserted a buttplug into Henrique. After recently giving up his hole to two hung tops less than a week ago, Henrique's hole is still a little sore, but he took in the buttplug with ease. Marc walked over to the freezer and took out the chem piss oval-shaped ice cube that came from him and Daddy during the trip. It's a mixture of both of their piss, highly concentrated and not diluted with cum like those they gave up Ben a couple of weekends ago. The butt plug has a removable core, so Marc was able to shove them in Henrique's ass without removing the plug. Marc put a spread bar in between Henrique's ankles, keeping them apart and connected the chain of the nipple clamps to the spread bar. It forces Henrique to lean forward to avoid getting his nipples pulled on harder than they already do. Marc walked around Henrique, checking out everything then went back to the toy box to search for something. Henrique started feeling the chem piss effect. It's his first time getting high in a few days. He started breathing more heavily and seemed uncomfortable staying still and his dick is now fully erected. Marc came back wearing a harness when a small camera attached to it that had a flexible joint to point at any direction. From behind, he put a mouth gag with a resealable hollow opening in Henrique's mouth. Then he rolled the luggage cart to daddy while getting ready to do a hot rail that daddy had heated up for him while he was “accessorizing” Henrique's body. Daddy got up and closely examined everything. He moved the nipple clamp a bit closer so it clamp on the nipples more securely. Pull on the chain to test the weight causing Henrique to grunt and his dick flex. Marc finished a rail and opened up Henrique's mouth gag and blew all the smoke in his mouth then sealed the gag. With nowhere else to go, the smoke was slowly coming out of Henrique's nostrils. It was a good hit bc it got him a little light-headed and hornier than ever. Daddy pulls out the buttplug core. The chem piss ice cube had been fully absorbed. He pulled the whole thing out and watched Henrique's hole nice and open as it slowly closing then he shoved it right back in there. Henrique moaned as Marc blew another batch of smoke into his mouth gag then untied the chain from the spread bar so Marc could tease Henrique's dick with his tongue. He licks it lightly all over. Henrique instinctively threw his head back and thought he could stand back up straight, but Marc had the untied chain wrapped around his finger so it pulled on his nipples. He immediately regretted doing that when he felt the unexpected pain and moved his upper body back down while smoke was still coming out of his nose. Daddy sat back down on the couch and took a big hit out of a bong, leaned back, and rubbed his cock a little through his boxer. Marc was about to put Henrique’s dick in his mouth changed his mind last minute and walked around and kicked the back of Henrique’s knees, making him go down on his knees. He opened up Henrique’s mouth gag and shoved his dick in. Marc’s dick was even slightly bigger than the mouth gag’s opening. He had no problem inserting it in as the material is adaptable but Henrique who has not been used to taking in the full length and girth of Marc’s dick gagged several times. He had saliva all over his face and Marc’s dick as Marc fucks his face with no mercy. When Marc took his dick out of Henrique’s mouth he heard. “Fuck me Marc” said Henrique. Marc had never heard those words out of his mouth before and said “What did you say?” “FUCK ME MARC” said Henrique “hmmmmm…..I might but only if you ask nicely” Marc said as he walked around to behind Henique and pumped in a huge squirt of tina mixed in lube, closed the plug again then walked to the freezer and got another chem piss ice cube “Fuck me, please sir” said Henrique for the 3rd time. “That’s more like it” Marc untied Henrique from the cart and moved him to the left side of daddy. Positioned his head right at Daddy’s crotch. Daddy got up and removed his boxer but instead of laying back down, he started cutting a line for Henrique and heating up the pipe for him. Marc opened up the plugin Henrique’s ass and put the ice cube in Henrique and said “Are you ready for my thick cock?” “Yes sir” said Henrique. Daddy moved the mirror in front of Henrique and handed him a tube for the hot rail. Henrique quickly finished the line. Before he let the smoke out of his mouth, Daddy’s dick was right in front of him and he knew exactly what he was supposed to do and put that semi-limp dick in his mouth and started sucking on it like a popsicle as the smoke slowly leaking out each time the dick thrust into his mouth. Henrique felt his hole being forced to expand as Marc slowly pushed his dick in. With a mouth filled by Daddy’s dick, Henrique whimpered as the dick entered and tried to control his breathing. Marc couldn’t make much progress, pull his dick back out and put some more lube on it then tried again. With lubricant, he started to make progress entering Henrique’s ass. Daddy grabs the loose chain hanging off Henrique’s nipple clamp and pulls it toward him. Henrique wanted to scream but couldn’t because Daddy is face fucking him hard. Marc’s dick is in all the way. He held it steady to let Henrique get used to it. He could feel Henrique’s muscle contract all around his dick. Marc handed Henrique a bottle of unlabeled popper. Henrique took two strong hits. They were so much stronger than what he was used to he eye completely blacked out for several seconds “Oh yeah…that came from a vendor. It’s too strong to be sold on the Market. Sorry, I should have mentioned that,” Marc said. “However, I can feel it completely relaxed your hole, though” as Marc began to move his pelvis while Henrique was still recovering from the poppers. As he regained consciousness, he started moaning. “Push it so your hole is opened up for him,” Daddy said “Take a deep breath, then push. Open it up for him. It’ll feel great when you stop fighting it and let it in Henrique” “Oh man….fuck…..Henrique you’re so tight” Marc said. Marc grabbed onto Henrique’s waist and poud him. Henrique was focusing on what daddy told him. His eyes are closed. He tells himself to open up his muscle for Marc’s dick then there he felt it. Marc’s hard dick no long felt painful. It was a blissful feeling that I wanted it more. “Ooohh ohhh ohhhhhhhh” Henrique moaned. His eyes under his eyelids were rolled back bc it felt so good. He grabs onto daddy waist and sucking daddy’s hard dick. He wants daddy’s cum all in his throat. He felt Marc tensing up, then waves of Marc’s warm cum splash onto his inner rectum wall. Marc stopped moving and sat on his heels but Henrique now wants to get fucked more. Those doses of chem piss may finally be hitting him in full effect. He was breathing heavily and continued to fuck himself even though Marc wasn’t moving anymore. Marc pulls out his dick then daddy told Henrique to get on his back and show him his hole. Henrique hands holding his feet and exposed his hole to daddy. “Push that cum out baby” daddy said. A few seconds later, some white cum came out of Henrique’s ass. Without hesitation, daddy wrapped his lids around Henrique’s hole and sucked up all of that cum and thoroughly rimmed his hole then penetrated his hole with his tongue. Henrique made a rare high-pitched moan. That was a sound that he doesn’t normally make. Daddy spit the cum out of his mouth onto his dick and smear it all over his dick then he pressed his dick on Henrique’s hole. Much different than earlier, this time his hole sucked daddy’s dick in. “Oh yeah…just like that baby. Take my dick in” as daddy slid his dick in. Henrique’s dick got harder and harder. Marc had his phone in his hand, filming daddy’s cock moving in and out of Henrique’s hole. He straddle over Henrique’s face and continues filming. Henrique reaches up and grab Marc by his hip and pull him down and started munching on that hole he normally own and fuck. He got it all nice and wet. daddy said “Come ride his dick Marc” “Yes sir” Marc put down the phone and sat on that dick that he knows so well. He sat down on Henrique’s dick and unclipped Henrique’s nipple clamps and lean forward to make out with him as Henrique fucking him while getting fucked by daddy’s huge dick. A few minutes later Henrique started moaning loudly because daddy started taking fast but deep thrusts, pulling his dick always fully out of his hole then thrusting all the day in then repeating. That sensation drove Henrique to cum in Marc’s ass but he didn’t mean to. Then daddy grunted loudly and shot a huge load in Henrique’s hole. It was so much cum that for a second Henrique thought daddy was pissing in his hole, but it all cum. Creamy thick white cum. Lots of it. Daddy then laid down on the floor with Henrique and Marc on each side of him. Marc moved to clean up daddy’s dick while Henrique nibbled on daddy’s left nipple. “Daddy. Are you going to Jay and Aaron’s party tomorrow?” Henrique asked “Yes. I plan on it.” Henry said. “How do you think Ben will react?” Marc asked “I don’t know but if you guys have trained him the way I instructed, then he will want to worship this dick that created him. He looked so good in the videos you guys film while I was away. I own his hole. Tomorrow I have the right to do what I want with it. I didn’t expect you two to recruit him. I thought he was straight” Henry said “We didn’t recruit him. It was Keith” Marc said. “Well….each of you gets to drop a load in him. I am going to rip his ass apart with this dick that made him. It'll be our initiation to bring him into our empire. All of us will be so rich and all we need to do is get high and fuck all day long.” Henry said

It wasn’t my last hookup, but I’ll probably remember it for the rest of my life. One of my crushes is professional figure skater Nathan Chen. His perfect skin, jet black hair, tight little body. *drools* Yesterday, I hooked up with his doppelgänger in NYC! I was trying to contain my excitement as I was commuting over. He was pleasantly surprised how quickly I came over after our brief grindr chat. We know how flaky ppl there can be. I entered his gorgeous apt as he exited the shower with a towel around his waist. My first impression was, “OMG. I love a clean-cut man who cares about personal hygiene and has a nice apt filled with books.” He had just gotten back from a work trip and hadn’t cum in a week. We spoke ahead of time so I knew he liked passionate sex, but also to dominate in the bedroom. Our sex started off very tender and intimate. Kisses all over, hands all over each other, running my fingers through his hair and around his petite waist, our hairless smooth Asian bodies writhing against each other. I kissed down his torso, then inner thigh, and eventually went down on him. He moaned with pleasure. I moved up & we kissed some more; thoroughly intertwined with each other. He proceeded to dominate me in the bedroom with his sizable cock. Because he’s about 5 foot 7, he hit angles in my prostate that most can’t. Good thing I had done physical therapy earlier this week cuz he had my legs all over the place lol. Finally, he came inside of me. We proceeded to more kissing, cuddling, and spooning. I joked he passed the first round interview. He responded, “OOO I know I got the job.” Dreamy, talented & confident in the bedroom, and as I later learned, versatile. I told him I’ll be back to fuck his cute little butt soon. He responded, “OOO you better.” I sure will XD btw, here’s a pic of the real Nathan Chen

I'm a preppy 28 year old, white dude of Irish descent, clean-cut, athletic, by many considered the typical red-blooded American male. But a more select group of acquaintances knows me for my more intimate characteristics. A bareback top with a mean 7” and a bubble butt to die for. Except for my propensity for barebacking, I’m pretty conventional. I get tested every 3 months, and have so far avoided the bug. Last weekend I got into chat with a guy in my neighborhood. When I say “neighborhood,” he lives 14 miles away. But by Internet standards, that’s close; so we decided to meet. I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door. He was about 40, 5'8", bright green eyes, and dimples. A really handsome man. At first he was pretty easy-going, and we laughed a lot. We seemed to have a lot in common. We smoked some pot and got into a discussion of how it affected us. I commented that weed relaxed me and made me horny. He countered that it made him more animalistic and aggressive. He wasn't kidding! Once our clothes were off he became a totally different person—obsessed with using the hole of a guy that topped. In no time at all he had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to lube me. He worked his fingers into my hole. Long fingernails clawed at my ass. I sniffed his poppers and awaited the inevitable assault. I felt his cockhead against me, and within a minute was impaled up to his balls. A mixture of pain and ecstasy. He plunged in and out of me, almost withdrawing, then back in up to his pubes, till his balls snapped against my butt. My ass is still kind of tight, because I haven’t been fucked much, so each time he plunged in, it hurt. Not that he cared. He mumbled something about dry fucking being best, and called me his pussy-boy and his bitch. He told me he was going to impregnate me and wanted his seed to live on in my body. His dick, already engorged, grew ever harder and his eyes rolled back in his head—classic signs of a guy about to cum. But he fucked on. 15, maybe 20 minutes later I hit my low. The pot and the poppers had totally consumed me, and my ass had became the fucked-out hole sink hole he wanted it to be. Even token resistance was impossible. Where, he posed, did I want him to shoot? I'm not a Bug Chaser. If I know a guy is poz, I ask him not to cum in me. I asked his status. He smiled a nasty grin and said that it didn't matter, that he’d already cum once in me. I thought back 20 minutes, when I felt sure he was going to cum. He had! The fucker concealed it, hadn’t missed a beat, because he knew he could cum again. Grasping my ankles, he pushed my legs even further apart, and pounded my ass relentlessly as his 2nd load flooded my innards. That was just too much. With a head full of poppers and an ass full of cum, I shot all over my face and chest. Again I asked if he were poz. "Can’t rightly say. Guess you’ll have to wait and see. Then we’ll both know.” I wondered if “Can’t rightly say” meant he didn’t know or just wouldn’t tell me. I've taken some poz loads in my life, but have always cum out neg. Luck of the Irish, I guess. But maybe my luck’s run out. Meanwhile, I’ve developed an attraction to the guy. I’m going to see him again tomorrow, and this weekend we’re going to the baths together. I’m really looking forward to seeing him. If I have to be his boy-toy, his bitch, even his slave, to please him, so be it. Me, the arrogant ex-top.

Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.

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Incredibly good second installment— satisfying yet leaves me wanting more.

@PozBearWI and @hntnhole here is the article that made me realize what these 2 were doing [think before following links] https://www.outsidethebeltway.com/southernification-of-rural-america/. For the record both are well educated professionals, and the Wisconsinite still adds an eh at the end of every sentence, but in the last 10 years has started speaking with a southern drawl. Both of them have become hardcore MAGA.

Given the OP's apparent concern about the world finding out who he (actually) is, I wonder why he initially offered personal identifying information in the first place. Things like birthdays, actual age, other personal identifying information can justifiably be "close", but not the actual facts. Whether one was born in September of 2000 or October of 2000 wouldn't make much difference to other guys on BZ, neither would be whether he's got a hairy Hole or smooth - 7" Cock or 7.25" Cock - blue eyes or grey - blonde hair or brown. There are plenty of "empty" profiles on BZ, and their commentary is appreciated as much as guys with profiles filled with minutia such as whether they eat one egg or two for breakfast. Publishing details that are so intensely "identifying" seems odd for a guy that fears such information would become (as it always does) "public" information. There are risks involved in just getting out of bed in the morning.

Not trolling, merely confusion. The contents of (most of) the Forums on Breeding Zone are visible to the public on the internet. It's intentionally built that way, so that people in general can see (and benefit from) the discussions. That is the definition of a public forum. The OP was under the (incorrect) impression that it was not the case. All of one's personal login data (email address, IP address, password...) are of course not available to the public (nor to other members).

The sad thing is that Kennedy is completely putting on an act. I've been around him (not close, but certainly close enough to hear him speak, regularly, for decades) and this Foghorn Leghorn hillbilly act is completely made-up. He went to Vanderbilt University for his undergraduate work, UVA for his law degree, and also got a Bachelor of Civil Law degree from OXFORD - the one in England, not the one in Mississippi - for god's sake. He always had a southern accent, but nothing like this affected drawl he drags out (pun intended) in the Senate. It's not even just a political thing - he was deeply involved in state politics without this affectation from 1987 forward.

Given the nature of your complaint, I'm surprised you have signed with your full name to remove any ambiguity or anonymity.

I'm a loud, verbal breeding Daddy. I grunt and moan when I'm inside my boy. I tell him what I want him to do - push back harder, grip my shaft. I tell him "I'm getting close" and I tell him "I'm gunna breed ya", then when I'm shootin I tell him "I'm cummin in your ass". I grunt loud when I'm shooting seed so the whole fukkin street knows. Men should be noisy when they fuck!

Honing the definition of "journey" somewhat, my own "journey" only began once I went away to school. It's not easy to explain or understand, but in the burg where I grew up, one of the most horrific things that could happen would be that others would look down on you, for whatever reason. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. "What will (other) people think?" was one of the worst-possible results of misbehavior that could possibly occur. So, I was raised in a "lemming-like" crowd of people who would do anything to prevent others from having so much as a question about their behavior. When everyone you interact with - kids, parents - know who you are, who your parents are, which Church you go to, only the really rebellious ones do whatever they want and say f.y. to the cultural structure, and they were cast out early on. Even years later, when I took the exit off the Interstate to visit my folks, it seemed like heavy, wet, invisible blanket settled over me, and didn't lift until I hit the Interstate back to Chicago. Once I escaped - went away to school - it was different; I could be who I knew I needed to be - certainly not "out" - no one was, but at least there weren't authority figures everywhere waiting to catch any infraction, summoning forth the HellFire to burn me to a cinder. So it was an "Alex-in-Wonderland" kind of thing. I sucked my first Cock, fucked my first Hole, all the stuff every other guy does, figured out where I fit in the amazing puzzle we call "Life", and never looked back, Sure, I have a few regrets, things I could have done better, but none of those have one bit to do with coming to terms with my sexual proclivities. The arrival of hiv certainly did put my tastes on hold for a coupe of years, but sticking to my life-partner exclusively was hardly a cross to bear. So when the medications against it became available and guys started fucking in the backrooms again, it was nice to get back to "pig" fucking. Best of all, I'm still l doing what I want, when I want, and that's one definition of real Freedom.

Recently did. Hooked up with a homeless tweaker. Let him spend the night. Most of the time with his bare cock in my ass. He even talked me into getting spun. Felt like such a pig

I tried like crazy in my teens - could only get my head a few inches from my mouth. Became my go to method to get off whenever i could. Loved shooting my load in my mouth and all over my face. At that time I could cum a few times in a row - the most i took in one session was 4 loads - those years made me the cum slut I am today

Community hole I had a couple of hours to spare on Saturday afternoon and couldn’t help but offer my home to anyone who needed to dump a load anon, no questions asked. The first lad was a 29 yr old who has a boyfriend but loves to sneak out to breed my slutty cunt whenever he can. He gets off knowing he’s using a well used risky hole. I’m ass up in a jock in a dark room. He lets himself in, strips off and poppers up and slides in. I was using my new gas mask so was on a popper high as he pounded his cheating load in. He tagged my ass with the pen and left when done. I was advertising my used cummy community hole when a 27 yr old Brazilian lad asked if he could dump his load too in my cummy hole. I agreed and a few minutes later he arrived too. He just pulled his trackies and boxers down and hand worked his semi into a boner. Then he was straight in and nicely creaming my cunt and enjoying the previous lads anon load. It wasn’t long before he quietly announced he was going to cum. I begged him to breed me and that did the trick. He filled me back up. I couldn’t help drop to my knees to clean his cummy cock up. When I checked my messages I had one from a 60 yr old married guy asking if I took any load and asking if I’d take his. I told him I always promise ‘no load refused’ and he was keen to try my hole. Sure enough he found me on all fours on the bed and my ass tagged and plugged for use. A few slaps of his dick against my ass and he was ready. He pulled the plug out and released a trickle of spunk from my hole. He chased it back into my hole and plowed it back in deep. Then he fucked me good and forced the cum from my hole as he depleted the 2 lads loads with his cum fountain of hot mature cheating cum. My new jock was soaked in cum and properly christened for more community hole use!

I started playing at a rather young age, and I learned to be silent so as not to draw undue attention... To this day I am rather silent during the act of copulation. But I DO make a point of letting the bottom know when I'm about to cum even if I have said nothing else during the act of copulation...

Chapter 10 Uncle and I sat in silence for several minutes. We both were laying down on the round bed in the middle of the room and looking at the mirror on the ceiling but not at each other. I didn't take the slam but I'm still high from when Darryl was here. Uncle Jerry has to be high af still. I sat up because I could feel my dick getting hard and I wasn't sure if now was a good time for that. Uncle Jerry broke the silence and said “I'm sorry you had to see that and be a part of the act” he said “Are you OK?” I asked “oh yeah.. I'm fine. I’m sure you want to ask Zachariah. I promise that I’ll answer, but can we wait until tomorrow or another day? You saw what Zachariah pushed in me. I can't quite focus right now,” he said “that's fine. Can you help me with this” I tied up my arm and handed him a syringe “where did you get that” Uncle asked “Zach had it, but he sat it down for some reason. If you help me find my vein, then you wouldn't have to be the only one who is super high. You wouldn't have to feel like you have to hold back the rest of the night.” I said “Are you sure?” Uncle Jerry asked I gave him a nod. He got up and started touching my arm and quickly located a spot; then I asked. “Can I ask you something? It’s not about Zachariah did you like it? I mean, did it feel good? Because you cum a lot hands-free.” “yeah, I do. I don't mind fisting, and I don't mind playing a sub, but I don't like that bastard no matter what. One of these days, he'll have to pay for it,” Uncle Jerry said. “why do you ask?” “I thought it was hot. I was really turned on…… ” I felt that rush coming through before I could finish my sentence. “holy fuck” I said then I began coughing. I lean back on the bed and look at my eyes opening wide. I have yet to cum tonight, so the only thing on my mind was to cum. It's as if Uncle Jerry heard my thoughts. He positioned a fuck machine right at my hole and slid the mushroom head in me. “keep it in there,” he said. He then straddled over me and sat on my stomach. Uncle Jerry leaned forward and started making out with me. His tongue was battling mine, and then he put his right hand on my neck & pushed himself up while choking me, and said, “ You ready to ramp it up?” Uncle Jerry asked. Before I could answer, he pressed the remote in his hand a few times and then threw it down next to me. He hooked his arms around my legs and pulled them apart, surrendering my hole to that fuck machine. I could feel the fucking machine thrusting in me. “Ohhhh ohhhh uhh ohhh” I moaned. Uncle Jerry then backed up and put my cock in his gaping hole. It swallowed my cock without no resistance. It is so warm, wet, and still tight. Uncle Jerry let out an “ohhhhh fuck” as he moved up and down my cock. He was fucking himself just as hard as I was getting fuck by the fuck machine. My mind could not decide whether to focus on how my dick feels or my ass. All I know is that I wouldn’t last too much longer like this. “Do you like my cock in your cunt, Uncle Jerry? Look at your pre-jizz all over your dick. My dick is yours to ride anytime” I rubbed my finger around his round dick head then began to stroke his cock. “You think you are in control, huh, Benny” Uncle Jerry tightened his cunt muscle around my cock’s head each time then dropped straight down until he hit my balls. Occasionally he held the tension and moved my dick around in his ass. I would have never guessed his hole had just been fisting if I didn’t witness it myself. “Ohhhh my god. Uncle Jerry. Be rough to me like Zach did. I wanna know what it was like” I said Uncle Jerry had a smirk on his face. He put one hand on my neck, choking me, and another was pinching my left nipple hard and twisting it. I wanted to moan but couldn't make a sound because he was choking me hard. I could feel my face getting red until he finally let go. I gasped hard, trying to breathe. When I finally looked at him, he slapped me across my face and said, “You like that slut. You've always wanted to fuck me, don't you? Now you want to be my chem whore, isn't that right” “Yes, sir. I am all yours. He dumped some poppers on a rag and covered my nose and mouth with it.” take a deep breath,” he said. I followed his instructions and fell into a trance. I could see him talking to me and slapping me again on the other side, but I could not hear him. Or could not comprehend his words rather. All I know is the rhythmic thrusting in my ass and Uncle Jerry’s tight squeeze up and down my cock. He continued to ride me and occasionally twirled around, pulled away the rag, then put his hand into my mouth to pull it open then he spit in my mouth. I literally was seeing stars when I screamed out loud “Sir…..sir….I’m gonna….ahh AHHHH AHHHUHHG”. I unloaded all in his hole wave after wave for a solid 30 seconds. Before I could regain my mind, Uncle Jerry got off my cock and removed the fuck machine from my hole. He did it so quickly that it “popped” when he pulled it out. “I got one more gift for you Benny boy. This is going to be the strongest chem piss you’ve ever felt.” He shoved his dick in my ass, and I felt my hole getting filled up by a warm stream of liquid. When it started to leak out, he pulled out his still-pissing dick, pushed my legs up, and told me to hold it and open my mouth wide. He stood over me and gave me the rest of his chem piss. I, indeed, was a thirsty whore, trying to catch every drop of his blessing. He was not joking. The warm stream in my ass is starting to burn. It’s nothing like a normal boof that I only feel the burning sensation in a specific area. I feel it burn all over, deep and shallow. My eyes got wider and wider, looking at him with my mouth open because I could not believe what I was feeling. He spits in my mouth again and then straddles over my face and says, “suck your cum out of my hole, Ben”. I started eating it like it's the most delicious thing ever. I sealed my lips against it tightly and sucked hard to get every drop of my own cum out of his hole. “Hehe. That’s right. Just like that nephew” He got up and gave me a passionate kiss, covering his tongue with my cum in my mouth then he threw himself down next to me and almost instantly passed out. I tried my best to hold my uncle's piss in me for a while longer. It felt amazing. I wanted to absorb every bit of the nutrient he gave me. I eventually let it out while I was taking a shower. When I got out of the shower, I got on my knees and put Uncle Jerry’s limb dick in my mouth, and started blowing him but I quickly realized he was in deep sleep. There's no way I could wake him. Fuck. Now I'm even higher than I was before. There was only one way to cure what I was feeling. I texted Henrique, Keith, and Marc, hoping one of them would respond and fill the hole, but they never did. I got to take care of this burning sensation in my hole then I remembered there was a local kink bar just down the street. I’ve always been too timid to go, but tonight I don’t give a fuck. Someone there ought to give me a good fuck. I ran upstairs, grabbed one of Uncle Jerry’s red jockstraps, and put on a cockring. I threw on a simple T-shirt and shorts, and then out the door I went. When I got to the bar, I was asked to show my ID. I handed it to him and completely forgot that I might not be allowed in. I was already taking steps forward when he handed my ID back to me, but the doorman put his hand on my chest and pushed me back, and said “Sorry, bud. 21 and up” “come on, please. I'm not even here for drinks,” which I really wasn't “yeah? What are you hoping to find in there?” I looked around. There was no one else waiting in line. The bouncer was a muscle bear who was probably in his 30s. About 6'4 or 6'5. Very masculine. He could probably pick me up easily. The bulge under his jeans is extremely distracting. “well……” all I can think about is to fuck or get fucked. Seeing that no one else was in line so I took a step forward and started rubbing on the obvious outline of his dick that looked like a giant snake under his jeans. He grabbed my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth and gave me a good kiss. Then he said “Go on, bud, but go to the bathroom around 145am” I set an alarm clock and showed it to him. He smiled and let me in. The music is loud, and the bar’s lighting is dimmed. There is a group of people at the far corner. There are only red ambient lights around the base of the wall but some were obviously on their knees. I never thought people would or could just fuck in a bar. That was so hot that I started walking in that direction. That corner was far darker than I expected. It’s packed full of people, so once I got there, I tried to make my way in bc my dick and my hole both needed some attention urgently. As I moved through people, I could feel hands grabbing my crotch, fingers pinching my nipples, or rubbing my chest, but I had no idea whose hands they were. I stepped back toward the wall for a bit and let my eyes adjust to the lighting. I had my hands behind me as I moved back in case I bumped into anyone. Unexpectedly I felt a hard dick touching my hand. It was probably about 7.5 or 8. Girthy and had a big pair of balls. I started stroking it without turning around, and then I felt an arm go from under my armpit across my chest and pull me back. I felt someone nibbling on my ear. Whoever he was had a clean face because I didn’t feel any facial hair on his face. His precum was leaking out like a fountain. His hand grabbed me by my head and turned it sideways, then he started kissing my neck. His other hand had gone under my shirt and was pinching my left nipple, sometimes gently flicking it, sometimes rubbing just the tip of my nipples, and occasionally a hard pinch. I started moaning out loud, but I doubt anyone could hear me at this loud bar. He pulled down my shorts and started sliding his dick up and down my butt crack while holding me still with his hands. My eyes have adjusted to the light because I can see everything much more clearly now. As I looked around the bar, I locked eyes with the person right in front of me, my high school football head coach, Coach Green. Here I am. With my shorts on the floor and my cock sticking out, rock hard right in front of him and whoever it was behind me started pushing his dick into my cunt. As I was still deciding how I should respond to coach, he got down on his knees with his hands wrapped around my base and sucking my dick. Oh my god. I don't know what he does that set him apart from blow jobs I've gotten so far, but who knew coach can suck a dick this good. While a stranger's thick dick is thursting through my chem piss hole and pounding on my prostate. This is exactly what I've been wanting. Coach got me so close to cumming, but he stopped right before, stood up, and drop his jeans, and signaled me to blow him. I wonder if he knew how long I've been wanting to do this. I wonder if he knew that he just fucked my ass last week at Jay and Aaron's. Coach Green gave me a nod, so I leaned forward and licked his head at first, then I wrapped my lips around his head. His dick was so hard, and I could taste his sweet pre cum. I've wanted to do this to coach for so long and never thought this day would come true. Coach grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I could feel his balls hitting my chin. The guy behind me also started pounding faster and harder. I could feel him grabbing me tighter, and his legs tensed up. Then he seeded my hole while Coach Green was face fucking the shit out of my face, making me deep-throat his hard dick over and over again. Then I felt his dick swell up then unleashed his sweat man juice in my mouth. Coach lifted me up by my chin and passionately made out with me and shared the taste of his cum with me in my mouth. As I was pulling up my shorts, I felt my watch buzzing Coach gave me a smile and started walking toward the exit. I have no idea who fucked me bc there was no one behind me now. I have no idea when it happened, but looking around now, I see half of the people are gone. Almost everyone who is still at this bar has their shirt off. When I came in, I didn't even notice that the bartenders only had jockstraps on. Their bubble butt sure looked nice. I made my way into the bathroom. I thought half of the people had left the bar, but it turned out the bathroom was packed and full of people. There was no individual urinal. Just three communal ones along the wall, forming a U-shape. Not a single person was actually peeing here. Everyone was facing each other, stroking their dick. Some were on their knees, sucking. I was definitely the youngest dude in the room. I scanned the room twice and found the bouncer standing across from me. He waved me over, took a small step to the left, and gave me some space to his right. He had his shirt tucked behind him on his belt. He had the word “Obey” tattooed across his chest. I stood next to him and faced the same way since that seemed to be what everyone was doing. He started sliding his hand up and down my body and slowly lifted up my shirt. There was another guy with salt and pepper hair but an athletic build with a charming smile pull out my cock right away and started stroking while his hands continued to explore my body and were sliding on my hole, teasing me. His other arm starts lifting my right leg up so my hole is more accessible. Meanwhile, the bouncer was aggressively nibbling on my left nipple. A Latino daddy had filled his spot to my left and was rubbing his hand on my butt and lifting my left leg up just like the other dude. Next thing I know. I'm being lifted up and completely rely on the two guys next to me to support me. They both stood closer behind me so I could wrap my arms around them and lean on their body. The two of them each had one arm holding my leg and the other arm supporting me. They both leaned in to suck and bit on my nipples. At the same time, the bouncer started stroking my dick and was pulling on my balls. He demanded that I make constant eye contact with him because he loved seeing the slutty hungry looks he said. Additionally, I felt a wet tongue contacting and exploring my hole while someone new got behind me and was putting poppers in front of my nose. I must look like a real whore, completely being controlled by men around me, and there was not a thing I could do to stop any of them. It didn't take me long to realize that the bouncer was edging me. He was stroked fast and firmly, then slowed down right when I was about to cum. My face must give away the signal he needed to predict when I get close bc not only did he know to stop just before I reached orgasm. He also knew a few times when he needed to slap my balls, using temporary pain to keep my dick from exploding. My nipples are still being pinched and pulled. I now felt something being inserted in my hole, but I was not even sure because I didn't know where to direct my attention, it was followed by at least three fingers thrusting in and out of my hole. My legs were not quite a split but as far apart as they could be to a split. “aahh uhhh ohhhh” I was moaning uncontrollably. I have no idea what kind of faces I was making. Everything felt so amazing I could even think. I love that I had everyone's attention. This is exactly what I needed to satisfy my thirst. The bouncer stood up and revealed his 9-inch thick snake in his jeans. As if they rehearsed this before, the two guys that lifted me up started to lift my legs up more, exposing my hole to him. “look at that. A young slut's cunt”. I'm being lowered to the perfect height with my legs open to be fucked by the bouncer while my nipples are being pinched. Somehow there were two different kinds of poppers being held in front of my nostrils. The person who was eating my hole now reached his hand around to stroke my cock. I looked around; it seemed like the whole room had their attention on me. I felt the bouncer pressing his cock on my hole and looked right at me with a smile. My hole opened up for his dick on contact. I could feel it penetrating through my sphincter. I couldn't help but throw my head back, open my mouth, and let out a loud moan because it felt so good. I didn't get to do that for long before the two bottles of poppers were replaced by a popper-soaked jockstrap forcefully covering my mouth and nose. I felt the lights around me closing in with darkness, and the only thing I felt was the ecstasy feeling coming from my hole. I closed my eyes and fell into a trance for I don't know how long, but it was so amazing. Then the two guys from behind me pushed me up toward the bouncer and moved my arm to wrap around his neck. We started making out while he continued to thrust his dick into me. The two guys are still on each side, holding my legs apart. Then I felt another dick pressing up against my hole from behind me. I can't see who it was, but the dick was thick. I'm being lowered to take that dick in with my hole. Then there it went. My hole opened up even wider to accept the second dick. The guy from behind me now presses up against my back. One hand playing with my nipple and the other stroking my cock. “oooooh my god… I don't think I can,” I said as I was being lowered and pressed down to take both dicks as deep as I can. My second sphincter resisted and refused to let the second dick in. I felt like I was going to explode from the inside out. It felt so tight, so full. Someone put the popper jockstrap in front of me again. I instinctively bit on it with my mouth this time and the poppers on it was so strong I started blacking out again. After 1 minute or so, my muscles gave out. Not only the 2nd dick is through. In less than a second, it felt like 1-2 more inches of the second dick went inside me all at once. Both tops and I let out a long “aaaahhhhh”. I have never felt this great before. I'm being lifted up and down at a much faster pace now. The sensation from inside of my ass sends shockwaves across my body every time I drop down on them. “I’m about……..” before I could even finish my sentence, my dick shot out a load unexpectedly onto the bouncer's face. It was an orgasm for my dick and my ass. I felt it. He laughed and then said, “nice boy. Lick them clean while we seed you” He leaned his face forward, and I started licking my cum off his face. Then all of a sudden, he pressed his lips tightly against mine and groaned. The guy behind me pressed up tightly against my back then together, their cum erupted from their dicks. This was just what I needed. It feels so good to be filled with cum. The guy behind me pulled his dick out, and I was moved to lean back again. The bouncer surprised me and was still pounding my hole with his hard dick. “Your young cunt feels wonderful. My second load isn't far behind. Do you want it?” I was surprised “yes… fuck yes…. Breed me again, sir” Everyone else in the restroom now circled up around me and, one after another, sprayed their cum all over my body, face, and hair. I was soaked in cum until there was just me and the bouncer left. He flipped me around and pounded my ass so hard that the sound of his balls slapping on my butt echoed in the restroom. Then he wrapped his arm around my neck and choked me as he grunted and released his second load in me. I finally could catch my breath after he was done unloading in me. That was amazing. My hole felt empty but satisfied when he pulled his dick out. I'm soaked in cum, but I don't even care. I stuck my tongue out to eat the cum dripping down. Then the bouncer handed me his shirt. “one side is wet, and the other side is dry. Don't worry about getting it dirty. I just live across the street. If you want, you're welcome to come over for a shower. If not, you are welcome to bring that hole back any night, man. As long as I'm working, you can always get in. You're tons of fun” “Thanks, and I think I'll take you up on the shower offer.” We walked across the street. He put me in the hot shower, and the water pulled me back to reality. I started washing the thick layer of cum off me then I heard him said, “You mind if I join you?” “of course,” I said He got in and started rubbing soap all over me. I reached back and was surprised that he was hard again. “hahaha, I'm too tired to fuck another load out, but it sure seems like my dick wants to, doesn't it? I was only thinking about making you cum. Your balls still feel full,” he said as he played with my balls in his big hand. He turned me around and got down, and swallowed my dick while his finger easily penetrated my cum filled hole and massaged my prostate. My orgasm felt so close yet so far. I felt like I was right on the edge of cumming, but I couldn’t find the finish line. My attention was so focused on getting myself to cum. Before I knew it, his knuckles passed through my sphincter. His whole fist was inside of me. The sensation of it immediately sent me over the edge. I moaned in a way that I never knew I could then I cum hard all in his mouth. He swallowed every drop of it clean as if it were his favorite snack. I could not believe his whole fist went in me, and it was fucking amazing. I could see why this was able to make Uncle Jerry blow his load hands-free now. He slowly pulled his hand out, stood up and pulled me in close for a kiss. Then he started to help me clean up my body for real this time. When I was towel drying myself, I noticed a picture of him and Marc in the picture frame. Marc looked much younger in that picture. “who's that?” I pointed at the picture of him and Marc “That's my stepbrother. We used to be close, but then he somehow got involved with the Winston brothers and got into drugs, so we haven't spoken in a few years.” “oh…I'm sorry to hear that,” I said, but what was really on my mind was “oh shit.” I quickly got dressed. On my way out, he handed me his number and introduced himself: “I'm Jason. Be safe. I'll see you around.” “Thanks for the shower and for letting me in the bar” I rushed out of there. I could not believe that I had just gotten fucked by Marc's stepbrother, who I didn't even know Marc had. Thank God he didn’t know who I was and that I was high as fuck when I first arrived. Also, who is the other Winston brother? Why does it seem like my family has made a name for themselves in this town, but somehow I know nothing of it? I have to ask Uncle Jerry about this, but how do I bring this up, I thought to myself. I got in my car and started driving back to Uncle Jerry's with a lot of questions on my mind. At least the urge in my hole was satisfied.

Part 45: Things Are Changing... (Will’s Perspective) “And Peter is going with him?” I asked. “That’s what he said,” Dom told me. “We’ll see how long that’ll last.” Dom had just gone to see Doctor Wade and returned with a considerable amount of news. Apparently, Doctor Wade had been contacted by some medical group to travel the country and act as a medical professional for various organizations. He’d work at colleges for some of their sports teams, working closely with the athletes. He’d also work at pop-up sites in struggling communities or within sections of cities where healthcare wasn’t readily available. While anyone else would see this as being a gesture of selfless kindness, we knew better. “He’s gonna fuck those basketball players, isn’t he?” I said. “He’ll fuck any guy playing basketball, football, baseball, soccer, track and field, swimming… I bet he’ll see how far he can shove a golf club up some poor guy’s ass.” “He’ll fit in,” I said. “He looks like a jock. It’ll almost be too easy for him.” “And then he’ll find hundreds of homeless men to fuck and convert,” Dom told me. “All those men will go to him looking for an injection, and they’ll get it. It just won’t be the type they’re expecting.” “And Peter is going with him?” Dom nodded. “Acting as his assistant. Don’t know how he managed that, but Wade found a way. Don’t think Peter will be working the medical side of things, but I’m sure he’ll find things to do.” “That’s a pairing I never expected,” I said. Since Peter had been recovering at Wade’s house, they had been spending a considerable amount of time together. Sure, we all got together to fuck, our weekly orgies keeping us all as horny as possible, but Wade and Peter had found themselves together enough that something had started between them. “Wade said he’s always been fascinated by hyperspermia,” Dom told me. “He wants to write a paper on it and thinks Peter is the perfect specimen.” “I’m sure that’s not the only reason he’s keeping him around,” I said. The last time I saw them, I could see something in Peter’s eyes, something that I hadn’t seen in him since he first told us about his desire to fuck and be fucked by men. His hunger was intense, but it also seemed controlled now. His desire was now directed toward one person: Doctor Wade. Without us realizing, a couple had been born. “Peter and Wade,” I said, trying out their names together. “Or is it Wade and Peter?” “Could just call them crazy fuckers,” Dom suggested. “I thought that was our name,” I told him. I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his body, feeling his large, muscular form moving within my hold. Sometimes I forgot how powerful of a man Dom was. Yes, I saw his large form and could see his impressive physique, but it wasn’t until I held him close to me or had his body pressing down on me as he fucked my ass that I truly understood how impressive his body was. He was a god, and anymore, he was the only god I cared about. “We’ll have to start placing bets,” Dom said. “We’ll see how many guys they convert and then we’ll see who out of the two of them converts more.” “My money is on Wade,” I said. “You’ve seen that body. He’ll get all the athletes. Easy.” “Yes, but don’t forget that Peter is the man who fucked his own student,” Dom reminded. “That man needs to be fucking someone once every day or his sack will explode.” “I guess we’ll see who wins in the end,” I said. A melodic tune filled the room, Dom’s phone lighting up. Doctor Wade’s name filled the screen. “His ears must have been buzzing,” Dom said, answering. “We were just talking about you,” he said. I watched as Dom spoke to Doctor Wade, though there wasn’t much of a conversation. Wade spoke and Dom listened. I watched as his expression changed slightly. I wasn’t able to pin down what emotion he was feeling. All I could see was that he looked determined, as if he was taking in every word and analyzing them fully. “Thanks for calling, Wade,” Dom said. “No. I understand. It’s like we talked about. Yeah. Send it over. I’ll start it soon. Thanks.” Dom ended the call then looked at me, smiling. “That was Doctor Wade.” “Let me guess,” I said, “the NFL just called, and they need him to loosen up the tight holes of a few tight ends.” “No, nothing like that,” Dom said. “Is everything alright?” I asked, starting to feel worried. “It will be,” he said. “That was just Wade letting me know that he got back the results of some tests.” “Tests? What tests?” “He was just checking my T cell count,” Dom said. “Among other things.” “And?” “And, he says I need to start medication as soon as possible or my count will dip below 200.” “Meaning?” “AIDS,” he said. The word hit me hard. Sure, growing up I’d heard the word along with HIV. There was always a fear surrounding any discussion concerning either. Now, since testing HIV+, I found myself getting hard rather than afraid when discussing HIV. It had become a freedom. It had allowed us to create a brotherhood. Hearing Dom say “AIDS” didn’t create the same effect. “So, what are you going to do?” I asked, trying to hide the bit of fear which tightened around my neck. “At one point,” he said, “I wouldn’t have cared. I have a lot of friends who have never started medication. Their body, their choice. I support that. I always will. They’re some hot fuckers. For myself, I always knew there would come a time when I’d have to make the choice.” “You’re deciding to start medication?” I asked. “And that’ll make you undetectable.” “After a bit of time,” he said. “Well, more than a bit. It’s a process.” “And that’s what you want?” He shrugged. “I never really knew what I wanted beyond fucking men and converting them. It’s what I lived for.” “And now?” “And now,” he said, “I want to make sure I can be here with you for as long as possible, even if that means my gifting days are behind me.” He stepped forward and kissed me. “Besides, that just means you’ll have to work twice as hard in my place.” “Yes, sir,” I said, saluting him. He kissed me again, and I could feel in his lips a smile. My phone vibrated, a message flashing on the screen. “We’re very popular,” I said, breaking the kiss. “Who is it?” “My dad,” I said. “He says they just arrived.” Since Jay and I fucked my dad with Dom having a crack at his neg ass a short time after, my dad and Pastor Kline decided to go on a “trip” for a few days. They told their wives that they were merely two old friends catching up, comparing preaching strategies, but we knew the truth. They were going out to spend several days fucking. With Dom and my cum inside my dad’s ass and Jay and Pastor Kline’s asses swallowing my dad’s cock, we were sure he’d convert sooner or later. From the sounds of it, my dad could be Dom’s last converter should his cum trump ours and do the trick. “You know, I never imagined my dad would be doing what he’s doing right now,” I told Dom. “It’s crazy. Sometimes I feel like it’s all a dream.” “A good dream?” Dom asked. I looked into his eyes and smiled. “The best dream. A dream I never could have imagined.” “Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had never met?” Dom asked. “I mean, if I hadn’t come to your church.” “You mean when you stalked me?” I joked. “Or when you accepted my invitation,” Dom continued. “You know, after you dreamed about me fucking you.” “I still think you put a spell on me.” “Or maybe you prayed to get into my pants,” Dom joked. “I’m sure my life would be nothing like it is now,” I said. “I’d be single, or I’d be dating one of the desperate daughters of the women at church.” “You’d still be a virgin,” Dom said. “You’d be jerking off to pussy until some woman managed to slip your preacher prick inside her.” “I’d be a miserable husband, dodging questions from my mom about grandkids.” I stopped, the idea hitting me. “I could have been a dad,” I said. I thought of Jay and me with our father. I thought of Pastor Kline and Ryan. Was that something I wanted? It had been at one point, though I wasn’t sure if that had been real or just expectation. “Do you regret not having those things?” Dom asked. There was a sincerity in his voice. I could tell he actually wanted to know. I took the time to think. “The man I was before I met you was the man I pretended to be,” I told him. “I pretended to be a holy man, a man who never took risks or did anything that he wanted to do because it made him feel good. I was lying to myself, but I didn’t even know it. Now, I know that that man, that version of me, is gone. You created the man standing before you.” I held my arms out, showing myself to him. He looked me over, a smile turning his lips. “And what a fine-looking man he is,” Dom said. “Any time you question whether or not I’m happy being the man I am now,” I said, pulling my shirt off, revealing my hairy chest and the biohazard tattoo beneath, “look at this mark over my heart.” I pointed to the tattoo, the mark Dom had given me, proving not only that he had converted me but that he claimed me as his own. “This is where my heart is now. I’m glad you came into the church that day. I’m glad I shook your hand. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have discovered who I really am.” “And who is that?” I unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down to reveal my erect cock tenting a stained jockstrap, one of Dom’s which carried not only his mark but also his musk. “I’m Dominic Moore’s toxic faggot.” Dom smiled. “Prove it,” he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. “Get me wet so I don’t tear that pretty pussy up.” I fell to my knees and swallowed Dom’s cock, tasting his precum. I’d improved when it came to blowjobs. I could now swallow most of Dom’s cock, though I couldn’t take it all down. Still, I was far enough down his shaft that his pubic hair tickled my nose and I could smell the musk trapped around his balls. “That’s right, faggot,” he said as I moved along his cock, my one hand reaching up and playing with his balls. “Take my dom-cock. Swallow it down. Suck the cock that infected you. Taste the cum that poisoned your body forever.” My eyes found Dom’s biohazard tattoo right in front of me, staring me down. It was like an eye, watching me, judging me, admiring me as I worshiped at the feet of the man I had given my life over to. I wanted so much to please him. I needed to please him. “Be careful,” Dom said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum.” “Only inside my faggot cunt,” I told him. Dom put his hands underneath my arms and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, his cock finding my ass and slipping inside. “Let’s go back to where I can really fuck you,” he said, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom. Carefully, he placed me down, keeping his cock still inside my crack. “Please, fuck me,” I said, my hands running over my body, my chest already heaving from the rush filling me. “I need you to fuck me.” “No,” he said, pulling off his shirt, revealing the strong chest beneath. He leaned forward, hovering over me, his looking deep into my own. “I won’t fuck you.” I looked at him, confused. Dom smiled. “I’m making love to you,” he said, lightly kissing me. His lips, normally strong as he attacked my own or explored my body, were delicate. The way he handled himself was different. While he continued to be strong, he was also careful, precise in his movements. He slipped his cock inside my hole, his eyes never leaving my own as he entered inside my body, filling me, completing me. Once he bottomed out he let out a small gasp. “How’s that feel?” “Perfect,” I told him. He kept himself deep inside my body, allowing me to adjust to his size. His body was warm, where his naked flesh touched mine almost burning. I could feel every aspect of him. Every strand of chest hair pressed against my own was felt. Every vein along his cock was known to me. This man was more real to me now than ever before. It was as if I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Now, for the first time, we were meeting. I gasped. “Something wrong?” he asked. I shook my head, smiling. “No. Just the opposite. I’ve never been this happy.” Dom smiled and then kissed me. I smelled him, taking in his scent, memorizing every aspect of it. My hands ran down his back, admiring the muscles. As I explored, his hips shifted, pulling his cock out until only the head remained inside. It felt as if every moment he wasn’t fully inside me lasted hours, even days. I needed him to fill me. My legs tightened around him, pulling him back inside. “Someone is eager,” he said, breaking the kiss. “I just need you inside me,” I told him. “Please, stay inside me.” “You’ve got it,” he said, his thrusts short, keeping as much of his cock inside my body as possible. It felt as if I’d never been fucked before. My mind spun with every kiss. My body shook from every touch he graced me with. My heartbeat matched his thrusts. I felt as if my heart would stop if he stopped. Something about this moment was different than any other moment we shared. I couldn’t understand it, but I loved it. I loved him. He knew that. We’d said so to each other. Still, in that moment, I needed him to know again. “I love you,” I told him, his body pressed down against mine, a fiery heat filling the room, causing our bodies to sweat. The smell we created was pungent and intoxicating. I let it fill my lungs, tasting it on my lips. I smiled. Dom smiled back. “Will…” he started, still keeping pace with his thrusts, his breathing coming in short bursts. “Will…” “What?” I asked, feeling his cock swell, ready to flood my body with his toxic cum. “Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?” My eyes opened wide, my body shaking within his hold, milking him of his cum. (Peter’s Perspective) “So, he’s starting the medication?” I asked. Wade entered the bedroom, completely naked. There was a trail of my cum leaking out of his ass. I’d already fucked him twice, filling him with so much of my cum his body couldn’t contain it. “You know there is such a thing as patient confidentiality.” “Yes, but it hardly means shit for us,” I countered. Wade smiled. “Dom has decided to start medication.” “Why?” “Why do you think?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed. “For Will.” “That’s romantic,” I said, thinking of the two of them. At one point, I had considered my relationship with my ex-wife to contain the same passion, the same devotion as Dom and Will had. Clearly, I’d been wrong. But I was happy for them. I watched Wade as he crawled up toward me, opening his mouth and sucking my cock inside. I wondered if there was a chance I could fall for Wade the same way Will fell for Dom. It was possible, but that wasn’t my focus at the moment. Wade loved to suck and fuck, and that’s all I wanted. I admired how his tongue played with the golden PA at the tip of my cock. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. My phone started to ring, pulling my attention. I tried to keep my cock inside Wade’s mouth, stretching to reach my phone. “Who is it?” Wade asked, his words jumbled as he continued to suckle. “It’s Lewis,” I said, answering. “Hello?” “Mr. Flanagan,” Lewis said, his voice raspy and weak. “Peter?” “Lewis, is everything alright?” “I think I… I think I’m… I think I’m converting,” he managed to say. “What?” I said, jumping up in the bed, Wade falling back. “Are you sure?” “I’m feeling really sick,” he said. “My parents are trying to take me to the hospital. If they do, they’ll find out that we’ve been fucking, and everything will be ruined.” “Stay calm,” I told him. “We’ll figure something out.” “Hurry,” Lewis moaned, the call ending. “What’s going on?” Wade asked, still trying to get his mouth on my cock. “That was Lewis,” I told him. “He thinks he converting.” “What? Right now?” “Sounds like it didn’t just start,” I told him, “but his parents are trying to take him to the hospital.” “Oh shit.” Wade jumped off the bed and started searching for clothes. “Call him back and tell him that I’ll be right over. I just need to go to my office first.” “What’ll he tell his parents?” “Tell him to tell them that he called a doctor who does visits,” Wade said. “He heard about me from someone at school. Or maybe from Will. I don’t know. Tell him to call me and I’ll walk him through it.” “I’ll let him know,” I said, calling Lewis back. “Wade.” “Yeah?” “You’ve got a giant cum stain on the back of your pants.” “Shit!” Wade ran to search for new pants as I called Lewis back. I thought of the day I had fucked him in my old office, taking his virginity and starting him into this toxic journey. I felt proud of him, knowing what he wants at such a young age. If he managed to get through this without his parents knowing, I had a feeling his slut days were just beginning. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Until I can come back.........

I came of age at the height of the AIDS crisis, so it was a long journey for me. I rarely barebacked at all for the 1st 10 years, and did not knowing take a load in my own hole until after I found out I was poz 28 years later. I other than one guy I bred a few times when I was in grad school, I didn't really start barebacking much until I started going to bathhouses when I was 30. I did breed at least a couple of thousand holes before I started going full pig as a bottom as well as a top.

John felt so out of it when he heard the sound of metal clanking. he was laying on something hard and his arms were stretched in front of him. groggily he tried to stand up but felt his arms and legs held tight and pulling realized he was tied down , arms to the wall in front of him and legs to the floor. The space was so dim and only a dull red light illuminated it. looking up he saw a small mirror and realized his body was completely naked except for a heavy feeling on his junk. Shifting as best he could he heard it clank against the wood of what he was on. John had been around enough to know that this must have been a metal chastity device, his balls were aching already and he was dripping pre still horny from what he could only assume was the night before. He was tied , naked to w wooden table in a room barely bigger than needed, and his bare ass was pushed right up against a wall with a soft breeze hitting him right against his now suddenly realized we hole. John started yelling out and screaming for help and the door to his left opened up with a slam , his face hit with a blinding light as a man entered with a ski mask and slapped him hard in the face. "Shut your fucking trap you shit" the man pulled out a ball gag from a hoodie pocket and forcefully shoved it in his mouth and cinched it tight. Didn't think it would wear off that quickly. good thing no one was here yet.John tried screaming from his now gagged mouth but nothing but muffled moans came out. the man raised his hand and was about to strike again but lowered it. " no reason to hit you again, you'll be punished soon enough. John looked up with fear in his eyes and the man could see it. " you don't know me and you never will, just like you never knew my son. You ruined his life that night, got him drunk and fucked him , leaving him alone and afraid that night. He was raped and got sick. I blame you and its take me this long to find you and exact my revenge. You've had this a long time coming. Walking out and slamming the door john heard a heavy lock being clicked and pulled. the door was sealed and the foot steps outside sounded like they were crunching on dry leaves, walking from his left to behind him slowly, another creaking sound , a door opening and a breeze hit his hole again, the sound of creaking as it shut. Johns eyes bugged out as he realized where he was. A Home made glory hole. in this case a prison and a cage. The mans voice was gruff as he started checking things over aloud. "Marker check, board check, lube check, towels check. Looks like its time to break you in. His belt rattled as he undid his pants. I know your a whore so this will be the only safe cock you'll take tonight you fucker. this is my revenge, and you deserve every , a cock was forced dry into his ass at this point and pushed half way in, fucking, the rest was shoved in, bit of it! the man began hate fucking john, every thrust hard and rough and vengeful, tearing john up as he screamed in agony against the gag, his hole being forced open and abused. what felt like hours of thrusts later he could hear him panting and he pulled out and began stroking before shooting a load all over his now thoroughly used ass. now everyone will believe what i advertised. a horny lonely old man who wants any and every load he can get. No load refused. no matter how toxic. With a snort he walked out the door and slammed the door. he greeted someone walking up as he left. Yeah sluts right in there , yeah man raring to go, no condoms or nothing, never even said a word just moaned the whole time. board in there says to mark down your status when you cum and say it out for him.

This is my first time writing. Sorry if it sucks. This is just a recount of a dream I had. I was getting high and playing with myself and finally came up with the courage to message a top. I'm not out or regularly hooking up with guys or even doing Tina. This time was special though. I had been doing lines and instantly wanted to have my 10" dildo in my hole. I had been playing around with it as it had a suction so I could stick it to the floor or wall and do a line and ram back on it. After the second day of getting high, I finally connected with someone. I gave them my info and they immediately reached out and asked me to come over. Upon arriving, I am greeted by this guy with a dad bod his t shirt and his fat "coke can" dick was already rock hard. He reaches around and slips a finger in my ass and starts to kiss me as a greeting. I was super nervous, but also I wanted to play. He had his own stuff and introduced me to his husband. They were a bit older than me and had toys out and we're enjoying the evening. Once I got comfortable I took off my clothes and started playing with the hard cock hoping to feel it inside me. The night progressed and I asked him to top me. He had me bend over and lube me up, I was already flying high, and some more was put in my hole. This really got me horny in anticipation. Next thing I know he wants to eat me out. So I lay back on the table and lift up my legs exposing my quivering hole to him. He shoved his face in my crack and I was immediately in heaven. He stopped for a second to ask me to pull my cheeks open more. That's when he put his tongue deep inside my hole. I couldn't explain how good this felt, it being my first time to have a tongue deep in my ass. At this point I was ready for anything and begged him to enter me with his dick. I sucked his dick quickly and laid back down to have him slam his cock in me in one movement. My eyes bulged and I gasped in lust. I was finally high and getting topped, complete bliss. That's when I woke up with a puddle of cum in the bed next to me.

Now that you know profiles are publicly visible, you could edit your profile to only include what you're comfortable sharing. It would be more productive than complaining about the forum we use for free.

Tacoma, Washington. Sniffies hookup. Asian bottom. There was a bit of a language barrier. I only speak English. But we communicated by photos. His pussy. My cock. I arrived at his apartment and was surprised to find another top there. That’s cool, I love groups. I was on a schedule for work so I just said a respectful hello to the other top and explained I only had a few minutes before I had to get back in my truck. The other top was cool about it. Pump dump and I’m back on the road. Good pussy.

This is poetry!! I love it, lol. You guys are the best.

When I was a kid - 14 to 22, I sought out the kind of degredation you're talking about...and I found it! The local cruising park and the adult bookstores were my favorite hangouts when my homework was done. But the absolute best spot for experienced, dirty older men to fuck/get fucked by was a certain gloryhole spot that was on the edge of town, at the end of an old toll road, barely used by then anymore. All kinds of strange dick showed up there at this place I discovered while hiking in my old suburban neighborhood when I was about thirteen, and just figuring out what testosterone could do to a boy. I instinctively knew what was happening, but it took me until I was about fifteen until I gathered the pubes and balls to figure out where my sexuality would lead. Entering the outdated men's toilet was an apotheosis...I think I saw God when I breathed deeply of the decades of musk, it hit me that hard. I somehow instinctively knew this smell and fell in love. My still immature dick slammed straight up in my somewhat tight jeans to the point of pain. I watched as men - young, middle-aged and (as far as I was concerned then) elderly men shifted suddenly back to their crackled porcelain pissbowls; pants and underwear shifted into a semblance of decency for an incoming but unknown other. At first, furtive glances from the five or six men standing at the ten long row of 1920's vintage ripe, urinals made me self conscious, but within a second their mood had collectively shifted. They saw me immediately for what I was: virgin meat - curious and fresh (I was never able to hide my eager and homo natue) I felt immediately at home! Three of those men, Matt, Jason and George helped me settle really quickly into my new home! That first Saturday afternoon, they went easy on me: teaching me abpout the scents I smelled, strategies about throat relaxation and the tastes of men's tongues, foreskins, and asses. It was autumn. I was a sophmore in high school, and I couldn't have had better teachers! Matt was in his mid twenties, enrolled in our local community college and very insistent. If I wasn't sure about something, he'd gently call mke l'il bro, show me how to perform my duty, then force me to figure it out on strangers before I could show my new skills on him. which led to my relationship with Jason. This man was special! a real whore among pigs, he's been my inspiration for twenty years now. He is the ONE who showed me my way into sleazy sex and whoredom; he's my forever pimp. He showed me to be a top and bottom pig to nearly anybody with a cock. Even now, I spend the occasional weekend with him and his husband, a brilliant engineer of toys, gadgets, and instruments. We take turns, sharing tales, tricks, and loads. Matt always insisted I learn to please Jason first. He reasoned, "if you can make his tongue loll out of his head and goon, you're a star, baby, trust me!" Then, of course, there was George. He was like an Uncle to all of us. Resting on his Black belly after a night of being turned out by him or his trucker buddies was always heaven for Matt, Jason and me. We were his boys, he watched us all grow up, and we all worshiped him. Being black myself, despite my lightness, he always treated me like his son. We all knew I was his "favorite". Only he, then later Jason, knew why at the time. His beautiful dark face always calmed me. His caramel voice advised me, and his words were always spot on in both life and matters of love. And of course, there was his massive, almost purple uncut cock: long skin, thick and with that omnipresent scent of smegma that was like poppers to me. Daddy George was actually the first person to put the amyl to my nose. Without warning that day we met, he simply said, "Breathe in deep, boy,". By the time I graduated high school, my Pops, my actual dad, noticed I was somehow different than I was since I started puberty - he knew something was up, and said as much, too: "Son, are you ok, has something changed in your life you wanna talk about?" "Well Dad, I'm feeling pretty good about my future. You know my grades are good and I've just been accepted to State. Why do you ask?" Well David, there's a family reunion this year in Maryland, and I was hoping there weren't any serious issues to prevent you from wanting to go," I paused. I hadn't gone to a family reunion for years, probably not since I was five. He had, but I hadn't. I always wondered why, but never seriously questioned it. I assumed because Mom didn't really get along with that side of the family, but now that she had passed, I figured Dad wanted to make some sort of fresh start. "No Dad," I started. "I'm all for it, why not ask me before though?" His face darkened, "Well, Son, I thought it'd be better to meet everyone now that you're a little older and can understand our family connnections," I didn't understand until we flew to BWI Airport and we were greeted by my Uncle George!

@BootmanLA that accent to some extent has been adopted nationwide by the rural political right, it isn't just a southern thing nor is it limited to politicians. It has become a sort of identifier for them. I find it particularly disconcerting when I hear someone from Wisconsin or Minnesota (I know one from each state) that I have known for years using it.

Back in it's heyday the Belvedere Theater was one of the hottest, sleziest, and depraved places in Atlanta. The theaters were cruizy, action was happening everywhere - in the seats, at the back, sides, stage area. One particular Saturday night during the summer I experienced one of the most intense hookups in my life. Being a 100% bottom faggot, I had prepared in advance. Cleaned out thoroughly, shaved, and trimmed. Put on my stainless chastity cage with the urethral insert. Lubed my ass well and inserted a large buttplug. Placed a weighted nipple clamp on each nipple. Put on a pair of shorts going commando, and t-shirt. Slipped on my tennis shoes (unlaced no socks). It was around 10PM and dark when I started my drive down to the theater. I felt like a total slut whore. The clamps were doing their job on my nipples. The plug in my ass, and cage had me breathing hard. I arrived and parked in the rear. I noticed there were a lot of cars in the parking lot. A few guys loitering there. I walked to the entrance, paid the entry fee and entered the facility. I could hear the thumping of music from the theaters. Some guys were hanging out in the hallway. I made my way to one of the gay theaters. My eyes had to adjust to the lack of light. The only light was from the movie playing on screen. On the screen was a white guy on his knees, surrounded by 4 hung black stallions. He was getting fucked RAW by a big muscular hunk of a man with a huge BBC. He was sucking the hard throbbing cock of another, and stroking the other two with his hands. The music and fucking sounds were intoxicating. As my eyes adjusted I could see I wasn't alone. Several men were standing near me. Some with thier Cocks out stroking them, others on their knees providing oral service. I walked down the center isle about a third of the way down and found an empty isle seat. As i sat there watching the action on the screen, my nipples were aching under the strain of the clamps and weights. My cocklet was trying to get hard in the cage, I could tell I was leaking precum from the uretheral insert, and my sphincter was clenching the butt plug in my ass. From behind me I heard the footsteps of someone walking down the center isle. He was a bit heavy footed and obviously not trying to be quiet. As he passed me I could see why, he was decked out in cowboy boots, denim from top to bottom, curly hair and well worn dirty cowboy hat. He walked all the way down to the front row, turned around and started making his way back up the isle. As he got closer I could see he was a ruggedly handsome man in his late 20's or early 30's. He had his denim shirt mostly unbuttoned showing off his muscular and hairy chest. He was tall, about 6'4" and lean. His jeans were well worn. But what caught my eye most was the huge bulge he was sporting down the leg of his jeans. It had to be a full 8 inches of Cock. As he got to me on his way back up the isle something came over me and I raised my hand up to get his attention. He walked over to me, standing there about 6 inches from my face with that huge bulge. He leaned in "You want some of this?" he asked loudly in a gruff voice, as he grabbed and shook his cock. "Listen bitch, If you say yes, I'm going to use you, defile you, fuck you hard until I'm done using your holes. I'm going to fuck your mouth and ass RAW. I'm going to breed you. There will be no refusing me of anythhing I demand, no backing out, no tapping out, do you understand?" I replied "yes." He grabbed me by my t-shirt and pulled me up out of my seat and dragged me behind him as we made our way up the isle and out of the theater. I was confused until we got to the entrance of the bathroom. There he found an open stall and pushed me into it. He said "hurry up and strip." As I glanced up I saw we had an audience that had followed us into the bathroom. I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head exposing the nipple clamps. "Whoa look what we have here! Nice fag." he said as he tugged on the clamps hard making me swoon in lust and pain. "What the fuck are you waiting for fag, get the fucking shorts and shoes off." Ackwardly I kicked my shoes off and worked to get my shorts off while having my nipples abused. "Damn more goodies. You tiny dicked bitches should all be caged." He grabbed my t-shirt and shorts and threw them over my head to the back of the stall. He grabbed and pulled on my balls hanging below the cage and squeezed them hard, eliciting a moan of pain from me. "Turn around and bend over." I did as I was instructed. I noticed my shorts had caught the upright toilet seat, but my tshirt was half in the dirty toilet water. He smacked my ass cheeks hard with his hands. Both cheeks repeatedly over and over again. I know my cheeks had to be bright red. "Reach back and spread your cheeks open." Doing this exposed the buttplug in my ass. "Your ready and really want this don't you fag. Got that ass plugged and open." He grabbed the plug base and pulled it out roughly. "Put your fingers in there and open that hole." I reached back and inserted my fingers into my gaping ass and opened it further. "That hole better be squeaky clean or you will be eating whatever comes out of it." He coughs up a luggy and spits it into my hole. Then re-inserts the butt-plug. He spins me around and forces me to sit on the dirty toilet rim as the seat was up. "You ready to service me whore?" He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his six pack abs, and muscular upper frame. His Cock inside the leg of his jeans seems even larger. Throbbing, pulsing. He unbuckles his belt and starts unbuttoning his jeans. He is commando in his jeans, revealing more of his impressive body. He pulls his monster cock out and I instinctively reach out with my hands, which he smacks down. "No hands bitch. Just your holes and when I say." His cock is enormous. Good solid 9 inches and as thick as my wrist. He holds it over my face. I can smell his musty masculine scent. He smacks my face with his Cock. rubbing it all over my face. He pulls his cock up revealing his big hairy ballsack to me. He grabs a handfull of my head-hair with his other hand "Suck my balls. Give them a good tongue bath." I open my mouth and let my tongue do the work requested. His scent is so intoxicating, so manly, masculine, dominant. He directs me where he wants roughly. I'm moaning and breathing hard. When he is satisfied he pulls my head up and turns around presenting me his hairy masculine ass. "Get that tongue in my asscrack and ass. Dig in there deep bitch." Guided by his hand holding me securely, I start licking, tonguing, and probing his ass crack and eventually his pucker. "You like that bitch? Get that tongue in deep. Clean me good fag. Yep I took a shit before coming here, you like my shit?" I could tell from the smell and taste it was recent. But in my depraved state I was moaning and excited to be debased and used. He spun back around, and pushed his engorged cock into my mouth. I opened taking as much as I could. He now held my head with both hands. He started fucking my mouth going deeper and deeper, making me gag. "You better not bite me or throw up bitch. Take it whore." Tears were streaming down my face as I attempted to provide the service demanded. He stopped thursting while in deep, "look up at me!" He then spit in my face several times before proceeding to fuck my mouth and throat more. He stopped fucking my mouth but left his cock in it. Suddenly there was a stream of hot piss flowing into my mouth which caught me by surprise. "Swallow my piss whore, don't miss a drop." I swallowed what seemed like a gallon of his golden nectar. He then pulled out in mid stream and pissed all over my head, face, chest, and crotch until he was empty. Amazingly his Cock was still raging hard. "Get up fag, turn around, spread your legs and bend over, spread that ass open." He grabbed the butt-plug and yanked it out of my ass. I almost crumbled. He took the plug and shoved it into my mouth. "That will keep you quiet." He roughly and mercilessly beat my ass with his hands again, but this time included his belt. Then he shoved his entire Cock length and girth into my asshole in one full stroke. The beating had me crying and groaning around the butt plug. But when he shoved that huge Cock into me I screamed out which caused applause and comments from the crowd watching my debasement. Full strokes almost completely out to fully in (and into that next level). His muscular hands and fingers dug into my hip bones as he used them as leverage to force himself into my gut roughly. He fucked me hard and mercilessly for a solid 15 minutes. He was sweating heavily and I could feel his sweat dropping onto my ass and back. He pushed my legs farther apart, pushing my head down into the toilet - almost into the filthy water. Then with a mighty roar he shoved into me deep and bred me with his potent seed. He seemed to cum for the longest time. He slowly pulled out. Reached around and pulled the butt-plug from my mouth and shoved it back into my ravaged ass. Then he turned me around and pushed me down on the toilet rim. "Clean my Cock and Balls." I proceeded to dutifully clean his spent shaft and ball sack. When he was satisfied he pulled back and started dressing himself. He just turned and left. Never saw this man again - damn. An older black guy who had been watching the action and stroking his hard cock moved into the stall and forced his 6 inch thick cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head in his hands and face fucked me until he blew his load. I dutifully swallowed what was offered. He stepped back and then he and a hispanic guy started pissing on me. I opened my mouth and took some of their streams. The crowd dispersed. I started gathering my wet clothing. Couldn't find my shoes! My nipples were beyond aching. I pulled the clamps off and nearly passed out. I looked down at my cock cage and it was obvious I had cum while being fucked. After dressing I walked outside to my car. A young black guy had followed me out to my car. He said "that was so damn hot, I want to fuck and breed you. I want to put my load in next to the cowboys." I asked where do you want to do the deed. He said "right here over the back of your car." He whipped out a thick 7 inch BBC that was already hard and throbbing. I bent over the car, dropped my shorts, removed the ass plug, putting it in my mouth. He pulled my tshirt up and shoved his hard throbbing cock into my overused ass. My BBC stallion started fucking me hard and deep. My ravaged ass gave no resistance. Then he shoved his black cock in hard and gave me his load. He slipped out slowly. I put the butt-plug back in. Turned around knelt and cleaned his cock.

If it were visible only to other registered users, it wouldn't be a public forum, it would be a private forum. Reddit is an excellent and well-established example of a public forum. This is not a new concept on the WWW; it has been around since shortly after the public release of WWW technology in the mid 1990's, if not earlier. As @rawTOP pointed out, the fact that you could see (almost) all the content of the site upon your initial visit to it, before you had created a login, really ought to have made its nature evident. We are well aware of this fact. That is why there are several private subforums, the content of which can NOT be seen on the WWW unless you are a logged-in member. The great bulk of the job of the Moderators is to keep the more alarming topics on the site in those subforums.

Anyone can "stand behind" their own comments. What does that actually mean though? In this case it means one anonymous contributor on a discussion forum making claims. It carries the weight and force of "one anonymous contributor on a discussion forum making claims." In debate, the burden of proof typically lies with the person making the claim. "Shifting of the Burden of Proof onus probandi (also known as: burden of proof [general concept], burden of proof fallacy, misplaced burden of proof, shifting the burden of proof) Description: Making a claim that needs justification, then demanding that the opponent justifies the opposite of the claim. The burden of proof is a legal and philosophical concept with differences in each domain. In everyday debate, the burden of proof typically lies with the person making the claim, but it can also lie with the person denying a well-established fact or theory. Like other non-black and white issues, there are instances where this is clearly fallacious, and those which are not as clear." [think before following links] https://www.logicallyfallacious.com/logicalfallacies/Shifting-of-the-Burden-of-Proof If you were making a claim like: "the Pacific Ocean is full of water," that would be a "well established fact" that pretty much no one would have to research to accept, because it truly is a "well established fact." "Most of the gay people i know believe in Republican or conservative values." Coming from a self defined conservative Republican, that's sort of like a church going Christian saying: "most of the Christians I know believe in Jesus." That mostly establishes one's ethnocentricity, not a universal reality.

I’m in that 5 club too.

I hate to sound like rain on a parade, but expecting "only" 3-5 loads is still exceptionally optimistic. Most tops at events like this will cum once and leave. They may hold off for a couple of hours, edging things along, so as to sample a lot of the holes there, but unless a guy has a really short refractory period and can quickly get hard again for a second round (and some do and can), it's more likely fuck for a while, cum, and go. And bear in mind that (as far as I know) Cumunion events are self-selecting, so the number of bottoms will almost certainly vastly exceed the number of tops. So if, for instance, there are 50 pure bottoms, 30 versatile guys, and 20 tops (which would still be a lot higher percentage of tops than in the world at large), and IF every versatile guy there was also willing to fuck and give a load and NOT want to take a load from any of the tops, then there would still only be an average of one load, or slightly more (accounting for the multi-cummers) per bottom. If there are particularly desirable bottoms (and that type can vary depending on who's doing the desiring, but it it might be muscle subs, or really young twinks, or whatever), they're almost certainly going to get more than the average share. Which could mean some bottoms, even a large number of them, may not get ANY loads at all. The HorseMarketSF events in the US are what I'd call "curated" - that is, the ratio of tops to bottoms (and roles are strict there) is controlled by allowing as many tops to buy tickets as are willing, but limiting the number of bottom tickets (awarded through a lottery system) to ensure a good balance. It's rumored that the rough balance is 2 tops for every 1 bottom ticket. And even there, with this artificially high number of tops, there are bottoms who don't get a single load. There are bottoms who don't get fucked *at all*.

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

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Chapter 1.2 - Ranch Hands The next morning Ric was leaning on the island in the kitchen, watching Mateo and Marco clean up after breakfast. Both brothers were just wearing shorts and sandals and Ric spent a lot of time staring at Mateo's tattoo and ass. During a lull in the conversation Ric felt Miguel come up behind him. An arm wrapped around his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Are you responsible?" Miguel asked quietly. Ric's mind suddenly spun, trying to figure out what he meant. Was he a responsible person? Was he responsible for Mateo getting the tattoo? Was he responsible for pozzing his son and giving Mateo the reason for his scorpion tattoo? Rather than say something wrong he asked "What do mean? I try to be a responsible guy." Miguel turned and looked at Ric seriously. "You obviously like tattoos. I have never heard him say that he wanted one. But also... he isn't a Scorpio. The symbolism in gay culture matches the tattoo you have below your navel" Miguel continued. Ric's heart started to race. "Uh... I was surprised when I first saw it a few months ago. Both of us had been busy and hadn't seen each other for a few weeks until he showed it to me. I think you're going to have to ask him about what it means to him, other than looking cool" Ric replied. "Thanks, I will but I thought you might know. I love both of my sons and I just want the best for them. I am just worried that he's too inexperienced and naive about gay sex" Miguel said. Ric knew they were dancing around the subject of whether Mateo and Ric had HIV, but he wondered how long the cat and mouse game could continue before the subject would get talked about explicitly. "I don't think you need to worry about that. He knows what he's doing and he's smart. That's part of what I love about him" Ric responded, smiling back at Mateo's dad. The conversation fell apart with Ric unwilling to divulge Mateo's status to his dad. With the dishes done, everyone split up. Ric and Mateo were in the family room watching TV, Ric on the floor, leaning on the front of the sofa with his legs spread and Mateo nestled in front of him. Ric whispered into Mateo's ear "Your dad wants to know if I'm responsible for your tattoo. I think he suspects you're poz." "Did you tell him?" Mateo asked. "No. It's up to you to decide who to tell. I told him to ask what it means to you" Ric replied. "Crap. I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get stuck in the middle" Mateo replied. There was a pause and Mateo continued "He knows but I haven't said anything to Marco. I wonder why he's playing dumb and putting you in an awkward position. If he says anything more, let me know and I'll tell him to stop the BS." A little later, Ric and Mateo walked over to the nearby barn. "You ever ride?" Mateo asked and Ric shook his head 'no'. It's simple. You can take the bike that you don't have to shift. It's slower but that won't matter since we're not going to race like I do with Marco" Mateo said. Ric got a quick lesson on riding the small dirt bike and picked it up quickly. With the tanks full, they started riding around the ranch. A few hours in, Mateo peeled off the trail and pulled up to a small grove of trees. Once through, there was a small pond, a shed and a bench. With the bikes parked, they pulled off their helmets and shirts, hanging them on the rack next to the shed. Mateo had his boots off next followed by his jeans. "Come on, strip down. I want to cool down in the pond" he said, almost naked. Ric shucked his clothes and was soon in the water. They washed the dust and dirt off and enjoyed the warm water. After a long kiss, Mateo climbed out of the pond and grabbed a blanket from the shed. Ric got out of the pond, watching Mateo spread the blanket out and realized he was almost dry just from standing in the hot sun. He stood on the blanket, holding it down while Mateo stretched it out. Mateo came up to him, wrapping his arms around and kissing him deeply. "This is private land and you're trespassing" a guy yelled out from the edge of the trees. Ric looked and there were two guys standing by their dirt bikes. They both looked like ranch hands and Ric felt uneasy standing there naked. Slowly, Mateo turned around and saw two of the guys that worked on the ranch. "It's OK, Diego. It's just me and my friend" Mateo called out. There was a laugh and the two workers approached. Ric got a little more worried standing naked only a few feet away from the two guys wearing jeans and boots. Both wore dusty ball caps and the taller of the two looked to be in his late thirties. The tall one had a full beard and a covering of hair on his chest. The shorter one appeared to be a little older than Ric or Mateo, wore a thin mustache and chin patch, and while he didn't have any hair on his chest he made up for it in ink. From the reflections Ric saw, the younger guy also sported numerous piercings in his ears and another in his nose. "Sorry, I didn't recognize you. When did you get the tattoo?" Diego asked. "Last Spring" Mateo replied. "It looks good. I bet your father was pissed. He makes a comment every time I get another one" Diego said. "He hasn't said much. My brother is kinda jealous though. He wants one but dad said no" Mateo replied. He watched the taller worker move toward Ric and kneel in front of him. Diego chuckled, looking over and watching the other worker turn his ball cap around and stare at Ric's cock. "I guess Rodrigo is a little hornier than I thought. I was going to do him, but I think he found a cock he likes better" Diego said. "He should watch out. Ric rarely stops at a blowjob and one fuck can really change you" Mateo said, winking at Diego. Ric stood there looking back and forth between Mateo, Diego and Rodrigo, feeling his cock start to swell but staying quiet. Rodrigo was kneeling in front of Ric on the blanket, looking up and down his body but not touching. "Hmm. Does that mean your tattoo is more than a hot design? Can you sting?" Diego asked, rubbing his bulging crotch and grinning. "Both of us can. And... uh... it looks like you're getting turned on by it" Mateo said. He looked over and Rodrigo had a different expression on his face. One of surprise, but he hadn't moved and was still in the same position in front of Ric. Diego took a deep breath. "I'm a top but I don't think I'd give up a chance at taking a poz load or two" he replied, winking at Mateo. "Ya gotta do it cuz you want it, not cuz my dad owns the ranch. I don't want it to come back and bite him in the ass" Mateo said. Ric pulled Rodrigo's head closer to his cock and felt him lick up the partially hard shaft. "He has a nice ass and I'd love to bite it, but I learned a long time ago not to fuck the boss. Yeah, I want it. All the poz guys around here seem to be undetectable. I thought about heading into the city and hit some places there, but its hard to get away and I don't know how to set up something that would make sure it happens in one trip" Diego replied. "You want to be my personal cum dump for the rest of the summer? I'll make sure you're not shooting blanks by the time I head back to school" Mateo said. He watched Diego kneel down in front of him and look up. "Fuck. That would be so hot" Diego said before he leaned in and took the thick cock into his mouth. For a top guy, Diego was very good at giving head and had Mateo moaning quickly. "What about you, Rodrigo?" Mateo asked, but saw that he now had a mouth full of Ric's cock. The hand pressed firmly on the back of his head wasn't letting him pull off to answer, either. Diego flicked his tongue over the head of Mateo's cut cock and leaned back a bit. "He's a slut and lets anyone fuck him. If your friend doesn't do it, I will when I can" he said. Both Mateo and Ric chuckled but a few moments later, Ric felt a pair of hands grab onto his ass cheeks as Rodrigo took Ric's cock into his throat. Ric let go of Rodrigo's head and let him fuck his face on Ric's stiff shaft. The strong hands gripping his ass felt good while his cock drove into the tight throat. The blowjob Mateo was getting wasn't quite as vigorous but still felt good and got him ready to fuck. He let Diego go a few more minutes and when he saw Ric turning Rodrigo around he slowly pushed Diego's head away. They grinned at each other and Diego turned, pushing his jeans down to expose his hairy ass. Rodrigo growled when Ric pressed his face into his ass and began to tongue fuck him. The growl quickly turned into a loud moan the more Ric jabbed and licked the hungry hole. Mateo was less interested in rimming Diego than getting his cock into him. Two gobs of spit and he was stuffing his steel hard cock into the tight hole. There wasn't enough lube to get in easily, but that was Mateo's intent. Most of the guys he tried to poz got a lot gentler treatment, but he wanted to see Diego succumb to his bug before he headed back to school. Diego cried out at the brutal intrusion and both Ric and Rodrigo froze and looked over. Four thrusts and Mateo was planted deep into Diego's tortured chute. He paused a moment and then began plowing with long strokes. Ric knew from experience that Mateo's precum would soon add to the spit and help lubricate the shaft and it's sleeve, but the initial shove had created plenty of ways for the virus to enter Diego's body. Ric entered Rodrigo much slower, but the long drawn out groan told everyone that he too was getting stretched faster than most other guy's cocks had. A few minutes later, Ric and his boyfriend were pounding their bottoms and the grunts from all four were drowning out the sounds of nature. "Ready to take your first charged load, Diego?" Mateo asked, his voice sounding more sinister than Ric had ever heard him. The last few strokes had Mateo pulling all the way out and driving back into the gaping hole. Ric's thrusts were getting longer too. Rodrigo was begging for him to breed him, but Ric was unsure if he just wanted the load or couldn't take any more. Mateo rooted himself and cried out while he cock flooded the wrecked hole. Diego groaned as well before falling flat on to the blanket. The pair hit the ground with a thud and Ric turned his attention back to Rodrigo. He was close and he could hear the pain in Rodrigo's voice, but he wanted to make sure that even if he never got to fuck him again, it was his strain that got him. Another five minutes and his cock swelled before he gave a couple final thrusts. He may have bred Mateo after they woke in the morning, but his balls were full again. His slowly thrusting cock began to spray seed over the ravaged tissue. Rodrigo let out a long moan before repeatedly saying "gracias." Ric looked over and saw grins on both Mateo and Diego's faces. He had his own grin and wondered if Rodrigo did too, although he still seemed to be panting from the workout. Ric pulled his cock slowly out and the moment it passed Rodrigo's ass lips, he spun around and gave a long lick up the partially hard shaft. A loud whimper came from his mouth while he paused a moment before cleaning the rest of Ric's cock. Mateo gave Diego a nudge and pointed at his cock. He got a confused look from Diego and said "You saw him. Clean my cock, too." Like Rodrigo, Diego lapped his tongue over the cock and then pulled off. He looked up at Mateo and had the confused look on his face again. "It tastes weird. Does poz cum have a different taste?" Diego asked. "What are you tasting? If it's copper-like, then it's blood. If it's shit then..." Mateo replied. "Blood?" was Diego's response. "Mmhmm. Yours. I tore you up pretty good. You don't get fucked much, do you?" Mateo said. Diego shook his head 'no' and resumed licking the cum mixture off Mateo's dick. As he finished, they heard the splash of water as Ric went back into the pond. All four were in the water moments later. Once everyone was rinsed off, they dressed and put away the blanket. "Same time tomorrow?" Mateo asked. "Maybe a little later. We need to take a tree down, so it will take a while. Four?" Diego asked. Mateo grinned and replied "We can meet you over there. It might be fun to have the crew watch you get bred. I'll bring some rope." "Uh... No. I don't want anyone to know" Diego replied. -- Ric laid on the the lounge chair next to the pool after breakfast the next morning while Mateo and Marco goofed around in the water. He noticed a shadow approach and looked up to see Miguel standing there. "Can I talk with you a moment, inside?" he said in Spanish. Ric nodded and got up, following Miguel into the house and into the large office on the first floor. "I told you that I love my boys and only want the best for them. I've tried to be subtle, but I guess I need to be more direct" Miguel said before pausing a moment. Ric guessed where the conversation was headed and he was already starting to nervously sweat. Mateo's dad was standing only a foot away, facing him. He was a few inches shorter, but didn't seem to let Ric's height intimidate him. "Does your tattoo mean you are infected... with HIV?" Miguel asked quietly. Ric took a deep breath and replied "They each have different meanings. I assume you mean the lower one and it has a couple meanings to me. I got it for being part of a club but, yes, it also means I have HIV. I'm healthy and I see my doctor to make sure I stay that way." "Fuck" Miguel replied before then asking "And Mateo?" "I told you before, you need to ask him that" Ric said. "What do you mean about being healthy? Are you contagious?" Miguel asked. "It's not contagious like a cold where you can catch it just by being close. Bare sex is one way and some times it takes repeated exposures to catch it. So you are safe and don't have anything to worry about" Ric said. "Contagious was the wrong word. But you could infect someone. Right?" Miguel asked. Ric wasn't sure where the conversation was heading but knew that if he said yes he would tell Miguel he was toxic. "Sure, but as I said it might take one time or a hundred" Ric said. A smile came over Miguel's face and it confused Ric. Miguel moved closer and cupped Ric's bulge in his speedo. "I have already talked to Mateo... Several times this summer. He said you've given it to several people, including your father. I won't try and trick you like he did. I'll just ask if you would share your... what do they call it? Your gift" Miguel asked. Ric thought Miguel might be trying to bluff him except he knew about him pozzing Frank. "I couldn't. I tried to keep Mateo safe, but he chose his own path." "I know. That was very good of you. But I am asking you for it. Do me this one favor. You won't be here for very long and I don't want to miss this opportunity" Miguel said, grinning back at him. "There's no going back and no guarantee I can do it in a couple days" Ric replied, sliding his hand down Miguel's back and into his jeans and inside his underwear. His fingers slipped along the crevice and Miguel let out a sultry moan. "Promise me once you convert, you'll get marked like I did to let others know. I don't care where or what, just be proud and show it off. Let Marco get what ink he wants too. He's thought about it long enough to not have to wait another year" Ric whispered in his ear. Miguel nodded and said "Do your best." He released Ric's bulge, unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. Ric turned Miguel around and bent him over the large wooden desk. Sinking to his knees, he pulled Miguel's jeans down to expose his muscled, fur covered ass. Ric had noticed that Miguel had a toned and muscled body from working on the ranch. He obviously wasn't one of those owners that sat back directing everyone, but worked alongside them. He spread each mound apart and spit on the hole, rubbing a finger around the ring before pushing the saliva in. Ric was surprised at how easy Miguel's hole opened up and realized that Miguel had taken more than his share of cock in his life. His finger came out clean too and in a minute had two fingers pushed into the hungry pussy. He pulled his fingers free, burying his face between the firm mounds and digging his tongue in. "Oh fuck yeah! God, I've missed that so much" Miguel cried out. Ric chuckled to himself, his thoughts about Miguel's sexual experiences now confirmed. He spent a few more minutes rimming the quickly relaxing hole. Ric pulled back and jammed three fingers in, roughly twisting them around and getting a pained grunt from Miguel. After spitting a few more times and working it into Miguel's hole he decided it was good enough. Most guys Ric fucked had seen his hard cock before they felt it drive into their ass. They even sucked it with varying levels of success. The most Miguel got to see of it was when it was soft inside his speedo. He knew a loud scream was going to come out of Miguel's mouth and didn't want Mateo or Marco to hear it. Ric pushed his speedo off, reaching around and stuffing it into Miguel's panting mouth. There wasn't any protest and he pressed his hand on Miguel's shoulder with one hand, using the other to guide his stiff shaft to the furry mounds. They helped pull the foreskin back as he zeroed into the slick hole. "I'm gonna burn in hell for this" Ric thought as he jabbed in. A muffled cry filled the room and before it ended he jabbed in again. The cries got louder with each jab until his cock broke past the outer ring. Miguel let out a loud groan while Ric's cock forced it's way deeper into the tight hole. Miguel may have tried to relax, but Ric was a lot thicker than any cock he had taken. Ric got half of his shaft in and paused, giving Mateo's dad a few moments to get used to it. When his breathing slowed, Ric began rolling his hips, giving short strokes to begin with and getting longer with each passing minute. Ric didn't want to fuck him for a long time, expecting his long absence might make Mateo come looking for him. The last thing he wanted was to get caught fucking Miguel by his boyfriend He never got fully planted in Miguel's ass before his cock swelled and his balls tightened. Ric grasped Miguel's shoulders and used the leverage to plow faster. Less than a minute later his charged cum began filling the bruised tunnel. Ric left his cock inside Miguel's ass and before it could soften, began rocking his hips until he broke through the battered inner ring. Miguel screamed out again, muffled by the spit soaked speedo. Ric chuckled, wondering if Miguel was now having second thoughts after experiencing his usual "fuck to infect" breeding session. Slowly he pulled his cock free and looked at the abused, gaping hole. The cum wasn't pearly white and a scoop with his finger and quick taste told him it wasn't from Miguel not being properly cleaned. The taste told him Miguel was on his way to sharing Ric's bug with his son. He pulled his speedo out of Miguel's mouth and heard him breathe deep. Miguel pushed himself up off the desk and looked at Ric with wide eyes. "You fuck my son like that? He can take it?" Miguel asked. "No, we don't fuck like that, but yes he can take it and I can take his. With us, it's more than just sex. This was too, but my motive is very different. Tomorrow morning after breakfast, be ready for your next dose" Ric replied. He was sure he heard Miguel whimper, but he nodded 'yes' anyway.

Thank you for posting this, @Cream4u. Your experience resonates with me on so many levels. As with any fetish, I guess, you'll know instinctively if it's right for you, @hermarbi. I hope you try condom play, and enjoy it! For me, there was a certain period of time, lasting about two months, when I had a strong desire to collect used condoms and either jerk off with their contents or, for the coup de grâce, dump the contents into the hole of a BBRTS bottom buddy and then fuck my own load into him. The acute desire passed and I haven't done this in a long time, but I still feel a rush of excitement when I walk through the neighborhood where I used to pick up used condoms. Condominiums, luxury apartments, and security cameras have changed the character of the neighborhood, but now and then I'll still notice a used condom, the sign of a surreptitious moment of pleasure for some suburban married straight guy, and hopefully of some income for a brave and hard-working sex worker.

You realize rape is about power and mot sex. It would never happen when you are “horny” and almost always follows physical violence. You don’t enjoy rape - that is rough sex. There is a big difference.

i was trained that its a cumdumps duty to clean cocks off with my mouth after theyre finished fucking their load into me

'What are you doing? Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!' My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him? So I followed him to his apartment. It was actually a bit of a ride: we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen? Who was I following home?' but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package. I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising. Little did I know. From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass. It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV. When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky, al la an American porn video. There was even a 1D poster on the door. We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing. He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor. Then I felt it. Oh my God! It was huge! I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. I had never seen a cock like this before. How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift. I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo. How telling. We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle. “You will need this. Use it as much as you like. Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back. I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm. I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart. I shrieked in pain. It felt like the whole muscle ripped. Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able. They provided provided some relief but not much. I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened. He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart. So you will never forget me.” We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in. I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck. His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?” “Fuck yeah, give me your babies.” He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique. As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!! AAAAAAHHH!” I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night. But that experience was amazing. I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me. Load after load after load after load. He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend. Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.” With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar. He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25. I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum. On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....

Thank you for that, BB Forums tend to be dominated by stories from Bottoms, So if my postings help bring out more Tops then so much the better. I agree that being up front about Breeding is nice. Often I find if you get a bottom horny enough, they just don't care. Only about 1 in 10 bottoms actually have enough control to ask for a condom once I have my cock in their hole.

Unless you are blind in one eye, and cant see out of the other, most, not all of the recent bareback vid's released are done so in such a fashion as not to call attention to the movie company, producers, employee's, investors , yada yada yada. Now if a person has had the opportunity in the privacy of their own home, or some other place where these evil, illegal, and immoral situations occur, you may have had the experience to observe those individuals who use chemical enhancers to accelerate thier sexual desires and performance. Again, look closely at the BB porn, everyone is alert, comfortable, seemingly allowing the vibe of the room to take over,,, hit the fast forward button on the remote to about 1/2 way through, now look at the guy in the sling that in the beginning was just as laid back and mellow as hell, what do I see now ? A slammed up freak, sweatin like a whore in heat on vacation at the vatican, pupils the size of grains of salt, and cant get enough cock, cum, hands, feet, dildo's, baseball bats, road cones or spent howitzer 155 mm cannon shell up his ass. I have 1st hand knowledge from a inside source, employee, actor, porn star, friend or whatever you want to call him , that social interaction of various types of chemical enhancers have been know to be used without the knowledge of those in charge of the production. The use of chemical enhancers is forbidden in their contract on the set, or at the production site and is not tolerated by the producers or their employers. NOTE the HUGE disclaimer. What happens during rest periods, breaks, lunch breaks, or just off site would be unknown to the people in charge, so bust out that remote and take a good long look at the before, the middle during, and the end and draw your own conclusions,, just a thought