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It all began so innocently. Well, maybe not *innocently*, but I certainly wasn't expecting things to go in the direction they did! I've always had 2 Twitter accounts. The first is a 'vanilla' one where I follow friends and celebrities, and occasionally post about things that are going on in my life. Then there's the second one, the one that I use when I'm horny and want to see naked guys fucking and sucking. I also make it very clear that I want to meet guys in-person for no-strings fun. Hell, I've even posted a bit of content myself, including a 90-second video that a top once took as he plowed my hole with his raw cock and then dumped a load inside me. A year or so ago, as I was perusing the accounts that followed one of the guys I follow, I came across a bug chaser's profile. Curious, I clicked on it, and the sights that greeted my eyes made me instantly hard: big cocks emblazoned with the biohazard symbol plowing and pozzing twinks and daddies alike. I checked out his followers and the people he was following, and soon found myself down a deep rabbit hole of poz guys and chasers. And almost every time I encountered a new profile, I found myself clicking the 'follow' button. Now, my non-vanilla feed is filled with every kind of poz content you can imagine. It's an incredible turn-on to watch guys surrendering to the power of a toxic load. I've beaten off countless times, imagining one of those bottoms was me. But alas, the area where I live is, as best as I can tell, a desert when it comes to unmedicated poz guys. Most of the poz guys are either in the big cities like New York or Chicago, or else they're overseas. Every time I find someone local-ish, whether on Twitter or BBRT or elsewhere, he lists his status as undetectable. Always undetectable. That is, until one day last week. A profile began to follow me and when I checked him out, it appeared that he *might* be local. He followed several other accounts in my area, and they in turn followed him. What's more, he made it very plain that he was HIV positive and proud to be so. Needless to say, I sent him a message, and to my great surprise, I discovered that not only are we in the same state, he lives 2 towns away from me! I didn't hesitate to express my interest and ask if he wanted to meet, and he readily agreed. When I asked if he was willing to poz me, his only response was, "Of course." Holy fuck! So, Thursday after work I found myself at my favorite cum dump motel, getting a room not to wait ass-up for random anonymous tops, but to begin my journey to joining the poz brotherhood. I got naked and cleaned out, slathering my hole with lube as I fervently hoped I wouldn't be ghosted at the last minute. Much to my relief he messaged to say that he had just parked. And, he had a surprise for me. Oh my, what a surprise! I opened the door to not one, but two guys! My new friend introduced himself before introducing the 'Plus 1' he had brought: the man who had gifted him last year! "You'll take my load second," my friend said (we still haven't exchanged names). "Dad here will be the first to infect you." My cock got instantly hard. Seeing this, Dad simply said, "You won't be needing that today." He began peeling off his clothes the moment the door shut behind them. What sprang from his pants as he lowered them took my breath away. His cock, soft, was close to seven inches and punctuated by a 0-gauge PA ring! I had only been fucked by a pierced cock once before, and while I loved it, I couldn't help but feel some trepidation at the prospect of taking on such a thick piece of steel - especially when it was attached to a big piece of meat! My friend stripped as well, revealing a smaller cock, about six inches long and already hard. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room as I dropped to my knees and took Dad's cock into my mouth. I savored his musk mixed with the not-unpleasant taste of the metal ring. It clicked against my teeth as I dutifully worked his cock until it was rock-hard. The entire time, my eyes fixated on the small biohazard tattoo just below his navel. In some ways it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. After this, my life would never be the same. At last Dad was ready and ordered me onto the bed. He wanted me on my back, with my ass at the edge of the mattress. Propping my legs on either side of his smooth, muscular chest, I felt the tip of his cock find my hole and the pressure as he pushed his way inside. I gritted my teeth in pain as that big PA popped inside me, but after that it was nothing but pleasure as I felt his thickness filling me. We stayed like that for a moment as he allowed me to acclimate, then began to slowly move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, over and over. I moaned loudly in pleasure and he took his cue. Grabbing my thighs and pressing them against his abdomen, he began ruthlessly pounding me. It felt amazing! I was in such a trance that I was only vaguely aware that I was gripping onto the bedsheets for all I was worth, and that my friend had pulled out a camera and was recording the moment for posterity. Dad hit my prostate several times, prompting a stream of precum to flow from my cock and down my balls to further ease his assault on my hole. His belly and my thighs met over and over, a loud smack! echoing throughout the room each time they did. Alas, all good things must come to an end. After a few minutes he looked me in the eyes. "You want this poz load?" he asked me. His face was twisted into a grin that I can only describe as malicious. "Give it to me," I panted. With that, he let out an animalistic howl as he stopped moving and I felt his cock dancing inside me. I squeezed tight around him to milk him of every drop. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "Squeeze tight, I don't want you to lose a single drop." Squeeze tight I did, though I spied some blood on his cock as he pulled away. His piercing had done its job. "Here, Daddy," said my friend. "I want to taste it." He took Dad's cock in his mouth, sucking him clean. "Your turn, Junior," Dad said to him. "He's primed for another injection." My friend needed no further prompting. He grabbed my legs and pulled them against his chest. He held them there as he worked his hips from side to side, guiding himself inside me without using his hands. I felt his hard cock bump against first one cheek, then the other, before finding the warm, wet hole it was seeking. He slid in effortlessly, my gape combined with Dad's load and my precum and blood easing his entry. "Your second poz load of the day," Dad said approvingly. He had settled into the chair my friend had vacated. "You'll be incubating my poz babies before the day is over." His words barely registered. Junior's cock was just the right length and it bumped my prostate with every thrust. I felt the closest to cumming that I ever have while being fucked. "Mmmm, my turn to cum!" said Junior. I squeezed my hole around his shaft and felt the telltale pulses as he unloaded inside me too. He stayed still for a moment after his orgasm subsided, his cock still inside me, then sighed in pleasure before slowly pulling out. "Keep it tight," Dad warned. I did as I was told. This time, it was my turn to clean off the cock that had just pozzed me. I got on my knees, back against the bed, and took Junior in my mouth. As with Dad's cock before, I could taste metal, but this time I knew it was my own blood and not the metal of Dad's PA. I remained on my knees as they dressed, staring at nothing in disbelief. Had I really just allowed myself to take two poz loads? "Look," said Dad, "he has that same spaced-out look you had after I pozzed you." Junior laughed. "That moment of, 'what have I done?' It'll pass." "Yes, it will," Dad replied. "And he'll be begging for a repeat in no time." They left together, and the sound of the door shutting behind them broke my trance. Mindlessly I got dressed myself and turned in the room key before driving home. My underwear was soaked by the time I got there, but I didn't care. I flopped on my bed and fell fast asleep, not waking until the early hours of Friday morning. I decided in that moment that I was in no mental state to go to work, and sent my manager an email saying that I was going to take a sick day. After pressing 'Send', I logged back onto Twitter. There, front and center on Junior's page, was the video of my pozzing with the caption, "Welcome to the brotherhood." I watched the entire length to make sure that my face could not be seen. He had done an admirable job of angling the camera the entire time, and by the end I found my cock was rock hard. Despite it being three in the morning, I jacked off on the spot. Then I noticed that I had a new message. It was Junior: "Welcome to the brotherhood. Meet us at the same place, Sunday morning at 9 for Round 2." I didn't even need to think as I typed out my response. "I'll be there." And with that, I crawled into bed and slept the most soundly I have slept in years.

Mike woke up the next morning with his head splitting making his way to the bathroom then the kitchen needing coffee. As he sipped his first cup he heard a muted “ding” from the headphones on his desk and went to check it out. Plopping down in his chair he caught sight of his own profile groaning as he read what had seemed so sensible last night. He was about to delete the entire thing when another ding made him look up. He had 97 messages in his inbox. Groaning again he opened it and scanned them. Almost every one started with “I’m not this but…” listing the criteria they didn’t match but wanting to try anyway. Towards the bottom he saw one saying “I’m 19, a virgin and you look and sound perfect!” Snorting Mike opened the profile of the sender. One picture of a very nice body taken in a hotel bathroom mirror the flash blanking out the face but a nice rounded ass peaking above the counter Stats 5 foot 8 19 years old brown/brown neg and that was it. Just for fun Mike replied “Nice but how do I know that is really you?” then deleted all the messages and set his profile to private to hide it. Before he could stand up a reply came back “Oh wow! You replied! I’m at the pool. Let me get back to my room and I will send you more pictures!” and after a quick trip back to the kitchen for more coffee and some toast he sat back down to the site’s app flashing “Video call incoming." Making sure his camera was off he hit Open call. The window popped up showing a young man sitting on the edge of a bed from the neck down “hey there, I’m Mike” he said to let him know he was watching “Hey! I’m Jeff!” the reply came then he stood up, turned and lowered the back of his shorts a few inches, teasing that ass. “See it is me. Now, how do I know it’s really you? Fair is fair.” Laughing Mike turned on his camera also not showing his face but showing his chest with the same tattoos then standing to grip his cock through his shorts letting the fabric bulge around his cock “Yep it’s you” He heard Jeff giggle as he sat back down. “Your profile is the hottest thing I have ever seen” Jeff said, sitting back on the bed. Mike flushed “I was drunk when I wrote that I got dumped yesterday and I was not in my right mind” “What Idiot would dump you?” Jeff shot back “But you must want those things on some level if you wrote them I would marry you today” “Probably on some level and you are a sweet kid” Mike agreed The conversation went on all day Mike telling about his tattoo business and life even a little about his Ex. Jeff saying he was a virgin but since he could find porn he had been drawn to stories of BD/SM in various forms. How he had never thought about being pozzed but the idea was making him hard as a rock. How he had promised his parents he would not have sex till he was married that last part said with a bit of an ironic smirk in his voice “You live in Las Vegas don’t you? I’s on your profile” “Yeah” Mike said. “I’m actually going to be there tomorrow for a month or so” “Cool, I will be working tomorrow” They talked about movies and music Jeff asking his opinion on various celebrities “What do you think of Billy Clay”? Jeff asked “I would fuck him till he couldn’t stand up then fuck him again, then again” Mike laughed Billy Clay was a pop star who had gone from posting on Youtube to having 4 number one hits before he was 18. Now he was working on an album and had filmed a movie set to be released during the holidays. He was gorgeous. Jeff mentioned a few more celebrities then said he had a flight to catch in the morning. They exchanged numbers and logged out.

I opened my mouth and tasted a mix of piss sweat and metal as Andrew slide his head into my mouth. He put his hands around the back of my head and slowly pushed. I could barely hold back the urge to throw up as his cock made its was down my throat. “You like taking my cock slut” Andrew asked to which I vigorously nodded, I still had no idea what was going through my head but knew that I needed this cock. As I got about half his cock into my mouth I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. Andrew noticed and pulled out slightly so that I could breathe again. “Inhale this it’ll help you swallow my entire cock, and your gonna swallow my entire cock faggot” he said as he pulled out a wash cloth that he sprayed with some van before shoving it under my nose. I felt hot and slightly light headed when Andrew forced his entire cock down my throat. I could feel his piercing cutting up my throat as he fucked it but I only wanted more. After a few minutes he pulled out and asked “ how did you like that faggot” I could only moan in response “Of course you loved it cmon I’m about to break your hole in” he said as he pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. He went to the side table and pulled out a small baggie and some metal pieces before crouching by my ass. I saw that the metal pieces were actually piercings. A giant thick horseshoe septum piercing as well as two spiked lip piercings “ you want me in your hole faggot” he asked as he rubbed a finger around the edge of my virgin hole before suddenly pushing in “Yes daddy” I moaned out as he began finger fucking me. I felt him scraping up my hole. After a minute he put 4 fingers in and pulled me open before dumping the contents of the bag into me. I felt a burning sensation followed by a rush emanating from my hole “Please I need your cock daddy” i screamed. “But what about your wife” he asked as he rubbed his pierced head around my desperate hole “I don’t care I just want your cock” “What about your son” “Fuck him all I want is your cock” “What about god” “Fuck god I need you in me” “What about the hiv that I’m gonna infect you with” “Give me your hiv dick daddy please” I begged without even thinking as he slammed hard into my unlubed hole. His PA tore my hole apart and yet I couldn’t stop moaning all the pain felt so good. Daddy saw how I was reacting and slapped me in the face to which I just moaned and grabbed at my dick. “Your not touching that fucking pathetic cock faggot” he said as he punched my balls full force. The pain was enough to make me shot my load then and there. After a few minutes Andrew bent down and whispered in my ear. “Say hi to your wife” as he pointed to a camera on the side of the room. I should’ve cared but instead I just moaned “cum in me daddy” as he shot his toxic load into me. Andrew bred me five more times that night before sending the video to my wife. I stayed at his place being constantly bred or working out until I tested positive. After that he told me that he was going back to New York and that I could come with him if I wanted. Of course I accepted and over the years he molded me into the perfect slave for him. He put me on a strict workout regimen and diet as well as ensuring my ass was well trained by the hundreds of men he lent me out to. A few weeks ago when I found out that my son would be coming to stay with us I begged master to show him how great it is to be gay and we came up with a plan to make him into master’s slave as well.

This it partly a true story. Sorry English is not my first language. I was 23 first time i meet Master, I meet him on Grindr. I had only tried weed and coke. I’m 170cm and 60kg so am skinny. We met at his place and had a good time, he was smoking of a glass pipe and asked if I wanted some, but politely declined. When he was fucking me he stopped and smoked some more. At some point he gave me a shotgun and whit out thinking I took it. He did that a couple of times, and then I was hoked. We meet a couple of times after that and I gladly smoked. He texted me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I said that I didn’t. He texted back “Be at my place Friday 04:00 pm, I have a surprise for you” I was excited, I was becoming more and more of a pig every time we meet. Friday at noon I got I text from him again “when you come, just go in and get naked. In the hallway I have some gear, put it on, and wait.” So I got to his place, walked in the door and was met whit at black rubber suit, a rubber mask whit only at hole for my mouth and a collar. I put it on and find out that the suit was open for my ass and dick. When I was fully dressed I waited for 5 minutes, then I could hear someone coming towards me. “Hey slut, fuck you look sexy. Can’t wait to give you your surprise” said master. He took me in the collar and led me into another room and placed me on my back on a bed. I could hear him look my collar to a chain and my arms outstretched to some other chains. then he came up to my ear and said “today I’m gonna turn you into a real pig, and I don’t care if you like it or not” and then I could feel something getting strapped to my arm and instantly new was gonna happen. He had slammed himself last time. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. Then I could feel the needle. “stay still, you are gonna love this pig. I’m gonna get you so fucking high, and use that sexy body of yours”. When he said that I felt the needle getting pulled out and the strap taken off my arm. Then it hit me! It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and started to cough. When I came to I noticed that my legs were at my ears and I had someone fucking me. (more to come)

Mike was angry, Mike was hurt, Mike was very very drunk. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to be the one using somebody. He wanted someone in his bed who was HIS. Mike had arrived home from a tattoo trade show earlier that day to find his lover of the last five years had left him going back home to his parents, his church and his miserable closeted life. Now he sat in front of his computer on that bareback site updating and rewriting. He had kept the profile all those years, occasionally checking it for amusement to see if anyone had “pinged” him but never replying. It had been his Ex who had cheated getting charged up and passing it on to Mike one of the rare times he had topped Mike. They had gotten through it and Mike had forgiven him even coming to be turned on by his status and now a year later the little slut was gone. Mike updated his pictures showing off his physique and that picture his Ex had loved of his hardening cock struggling to escape a leather thong leaving no doubt to the size and girth of his member then he read the text: Me 31 years old 6 foot 3 inches tall 219 lbs. POZ unmedicated - Toxic 10 ½ inches pierced and cut Semi hairy Single You Under 25 over 18 5 foot 9 or shorter In shape great ass a must NEG Cock size unimportant Smooth Single Giving the right man the opportunity to be bent over at least once a day for the rest of his life and have my cock shoved into him. A submissive nature is a must. To qualify you must agree to always let me cum inside you and to submit to sex when it is demanded of you after a discussion of limits and rules. Oh yeah and you have to marry me before any of this. Satisfied Mike hit the “Save Changes” button, the anger, hurt and alcohol conspiring to make this seem like a good idea then he stumbled off to bed to sleep and forget for a while leaving the computer on as message dings started rolling in. *************************** Hey guys this is my first attempt at a story here let me know if you want more

Chapter 3 – They Both Get a Turn Chapters 1 and 2 describe my meeting with Ian and Nate. So far, we’ve smoked some T, drank some G, and they have used fists and toys on my ass. Now, I’m sitting on a big butt plug, getting ready to fist Ian. While I was working some Slam Dunk into Ian’s ass, Nate came over with the pipe. Once again, he melted down some product and stuck the pipe in my mouth. I took a deep hit, which I held while Nate took his own hit and shared it with Ian. We did a few rounds like this, even getting to the point where I shotgunned a hit to Nate, who then shotgunned it to Ian. By now, we were all well spun. As this was happening, I was lubing up Ian’s hole with some Slam Dunk. His hole was opening nicely for me. I had a few fingers from each hand inside him, spreading the lube a little deeper and giving me an awesome view. My hands were well coated with the grease, and I added some JLube to them as well. He was ready for more, so I slowly inserted my hand into his ass. Once it was in past the wrist, his ass pulled even more inside, getting me in about halfway up my forearm. It was obvious that he was as well skilled a bottom as he was a top. I twisted my hand around and flexed my fingers out to open his deeper chambers. Ian was clearly enjoying my efforts and reached over for the poppers. I knew that he would be even more uninhibited once those hit. After a few deep snorts, Ian reached back and spread his ass open. It was already well spread in the sling, but he pulled it open even more. He also moved down just a bit so that my hand had a different sensation in his ass. He started to ride my hand, moving the sling back and forth. I let him control the depth while he was flying; I was just a fist that he was riding. I did twist my hand around as he drove it in and out of his deeper areas and clenched my hand into a fist to really expand his ass. He slowed his motions, so I picked up on the in and out movements, using my fisted hand to stroke his inner walls. Then, I pulled my fist back out of his hole. I let it rest against his opening, applying a slight amount of pressure. Between the pushing that I was doing and the counterweight from his body in the sling, my fist sunk into his ass. Ian groaned in pleasure when my fist entered his ass. I kept it at the opening and turned it left and right to let his ass muscles feel a good stretch. His hole was pulsing on my hand, telling me that he was enjoying the sensations. I was also slowly driving my fist further into his ass, passing over his prostate, which caused his cock to twitch and dribble out some precum. Nate was there to lick that up. He shared some with me in a deep kiss. Once my fist was deep inside Ian, I started a good back-and-forth motion. I’d let my fist come out a few times before sinking it back into his hole. He was really having a great time. On one of the insertions, I switched over to my other larger fist. It took Ian a little longer to have his ass devour that fist, but he got it in. I slid deep within his ass, filling him even more than before. Ian decided that he had enough, so he had me pull out. Luckily, Nate was ready for to bottom. They traded places in the sling, and Ian shotgunned a few hits off the pipe with Nate. I spent the time they were smoking, getting Nate’s hairy hole filled with lube. While Ian’s hole had a nice amount of hair around it, Nate’s hole was almost lost in a forest of hair. His whole ass was covered in fur that got denser as it got to his hole. Seeing all that hair getting matted down with the lube made me really hot, and I was squirming around on the butt plug in my ass as I prepped his for my arm. Nate was very ready for my hand, so he needed no additional stretching beyond what I had done while applying the lube. My hand slid easily into his ass. I stopped it before he got to my wrist to let him feel all the bumps of my knuckles on his opening. After taking a hit of poppers, he flexed his ass muscles around while I rotated my hand just inside his hole. Then, he slid down on the sling to take my hand deeper into his ass. Since he wanted it deep, I worked my hand further into his ass. I felt the bend of his second sphincter and teased that open with my fingers. Nate did some more poppers and moved his body all around in the sling, letting my hands feel the walls of his colon. The sensations he was experiencing must have been amazing. When the poppers wore off, he asked me to pull back out. I slid my hand all the way out of his ass, and then he asked me to push in with my fist after he had done some poppers. I let him do several deep hits off the brown bottle while I slowly massaged his hole. Once he motioned that he was ready, I placed my fisted hand at his hole. The weight of his body on the sling, combined with gentle pressure from me, allowed his ass to consume my fist. Nate then asked me to do that repeatedly. Fuck, yeah! I pulled my fist out, then shoved it right back in again. I alternated hands, letting him feel the greater stretch from my bigger fist. Nate was moaning in ecstasy as I punch-fisted his hairy hole. I felt Nate’s hole tightening up, signaling the end of the session. My fist went in deep, and I twisted it around inside him, flexing my fingers out and back. But all good things must come to an end, and it was obvious that Nate was ready for a break. I slowly withdrew from his ass and then helped him out of the sling. When I stood up to assist him, I was reminded of the plug in my ass. With all the excitement, it had fallen off my radar but was back in my circle of awareness. The three of us walked over to the bed and stretched out on it. I reached back to make sure that the plug was well seated in my ass. Ian noticed, and he grabbed the plug, twirling it around inside my ass. “This pig needs more ass work,” he snarled. I couldn’t agree more.

Part 2 “Fuck fuck fuck” I was screaming, I was in pure pleasure! The man fucking me started speaking and I could hear that is was master “oh fuck yeah, you like that your little pig? You like being slammed and used your little pig boy? Fuck I’m gonna cum in you boy, you like that?” all I could say was “fuck, uh fuck yes” over and over. I don’t know how long master fucked me and calling me all dirty names. Slut, pig, meth whore, slaveboy… then I hear him “oh fuck, here it comes!! Take it boy, take my fucking in your little pig ass” And then he came, I could feel his 23cm cock cum all the way up my ass. After he cummed he stays in my ass and pulled the mask of me. It took me a second to get use to the light. Then I saw master looking down at me, and laughing. He spit in my face and said “oh fuck boy, I have wanted to slam you since the first time you were here. I have some big fucking plans for you this weekend boy, I have some friends coming over later and they are going to have some fun with you!” And then he laughed agin. (More to come, I don’t have more time to right today sadly)

Pt 2 Colton then moved off my penetrating probing tongue, and said go wash up Jonas, I will see if I can contact some of my hung mates and spice things up a bit. On your way to the shower grab a bottle of water and gulp it down, we need to stay hydrated. I didn’t hesitate and replied ‘cool’ as I headed to the bathroom. I gulped down the chilled water in seconds. This hook up was just getting better and better! I stood under the jets of hot water and just soaked up the pleasure that each little stream was giving my drug sensitised pores… I washed myself from head to toe, lathering up with the Nivea men’s body wash in the shower recess. I thoroughly rinsed off, and removed the shower rose and used the hose to fully rinse out…then some of the lube off the shelf and a conveniently placed long toy to fuck myself for a bit, then douched again for good measure. I once again stood under the jets of hot water and gave myself a really good rinse. I was squeaky clean all over, and the heat of the shower was making my veins pop out nicely. Just looking at my nice plump veins made my soft cock stir and my hole twitch involuntarily. The expectation of another slam entering my primed-up veins was getting me excited and curious as to what Colton had planned next. I towelled myself dry with the thick plush towel supplied, and loved the sensation on my skin. I was so wired that every pore on my body was lustfully excited just with the mere touch of the soft towel. Once I was fully dry, I left the towel in the bathroom area and walked back into the playroom. I grabbed and then quickly gulped down another bottle of water on my way into the playroom. Colton was nowhere to be seen. On the wall in the playroom there was a whiteboard, and he had written instructions to me on the board. It said to go over to the sling. Next to the sling is a stand with several items on it. Take the blue Viagra pill, the other pill which is MDMA, and swallow them with the drink set out for you in the glass which also contains G. Then grab the blindfold and get into the sling. Lay back and place your feet into the sling stirrups, and then attach the blindfold. I will be there momentarily. I followed all the instructions on the board to the letter. As I completed the last task of attaching the blindfold, I could hear voices approaching. The G was so good it was already starting to kick in. I began slightly squirming around in the sling, and heard Colton close now, saying see, I told you he is a pig, ripe for us to own. I heard at least two other voices chime in and say right on, and cool man… As I was going into a G haze, I felt my cock starting to grow and could hear their voices in the background. The sounded almost muffled, but I could hear every word like it was in slow motion. Colton was saying you boys slam up, and I will give Jonas here another decent hit. He took a slam first, then I gave him a .3 booty bump which I inserted on the end of a toy... getting it deep inside the slut. I’ll hit him with another .3 but in a slam. I will drop the head of the sling down a bit so you boys can have at him each end, while I film this onto livestream, cool? Both the guys said ‘Cool’ back in unison. Colton said BTW boys, yours are both .3’s, I know you are such horned up tops and I love the way you both get rock hard on a big hit. Jonas is going to get the fucking of his life…oh yeah, there’s also some nice fresh strong poppers in the inhaler mask for him if you want to tweak him up some more just hold the mask over his face whenever you want, and there’s some on a stand each side for you guys next to the bottles of lube… shall we begin the owning of this amazing slut hole?

Because of the 70 who signed up on BBRT: 20 Have a sick pet that needs to be taken to the vet urgently 12 Have an elderly relative that needs help 15 Have a sudden cold / food poisoning/ tummy bug / other illness 10 Had a flat battery on their phone and left their charger at home 7 Had a water leak or other domestic emergency 3 Partied too much and now can't get hard 2 Turned up but fancy the guy in the room up the corridor more. 1 Guy who's only up for proving he's more of a bottom than you are. (Maybe I'm just too jaded and cynical for this anymore 😜)

Author's Note: While I usually write my own stories, sometimes I get turned on my someone else's and decide to insert myself as a main character. Then I revise the story. This one is based on the last part of a terrific story I read here, "Pozzed on Stage." I hope the author will appreciate that he inspired me to borrow and adapt his work. Theatre Debut It all started harmlessly enough. My wife Beth and a few of her girlfriends decided to attend a live gay sex show downtown to celebrate her 35th birthday. I thought it was an odd choice but didn’t object. Then things became uncomfortable. One of them learned they could only be admitted if they were with a man (presumably gay), so they decided to invite me. The friend, a cute blonde named Peggy, said, “Beth, you always told us you thought Andy might be gay. He’ll be perfect.” They all giggled as I blushed beet red. When we arrived, the director stood at the door. As soon as he spotted me, he said, “Hey, wanna be in the show tonight? You’re really cute. Besides, it’s all simulated sex.” That set Peggy off. “Oh, go ahead, Andy. You’ll fit right in.” The others joined her in encouraging me, even Beth, though she had a funny expression on her face. I wondered whether she had planned this in advance. The next thing I knew the director led me, Beth, and Peggy into the dressing room while their other friends found front-row center seats. There were a half-dozen other men there, all shedding their clothes and donning leather gear and thongs, strapping on cock rings, and oiling their bodies. They were all gorgeous and well-built. I began to strip, too. The director handed me a studded leather cock ring, a black leather dog collar with a silver buckle, and a black jock strap. I found myself getting turned on and felt my cock stiffening. Peggy noticed and teased me. “Andy, look how excited you are. I guess you’re really in your element, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything but my mouth was dry. What was happening to me? I had always thought of myself as straight. Beth decided to pile on. “You know, honey, Peggy is right. These guys are all hunks. You’re so much skinnier and smaller. I think we should make you look more like a fag.” With that, she removed her wristwatch, which I had given her. It had a thin leather band and a small round face and was very feminine. “Put this on.” I obeyed. I noticed the other men were watching me. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a tingle run up my spine. I really looked like a sissy, especially with the jewelry, and it felt so erotic that I was surprised. “Oh, that’s hot, man,” said a one of the guys, a handsome, hairy bear, wearing a leather harness, black jock strap, and black work boots. “I want you to perform with me tonight.” The director nodded his approval. “Center stage, boys.” Beth said, “Perfect! You’ll be right in front of us. I can’t wait for the show. See you soon.” She gave me a chaste peck on my cheek and left with Peggy to take their seats. The director gathered us around for final directions. My bear put his arm around my shoulder and I held his waist. He smiled at me and I felt a strong arousal, which surprised me. The director spoke to us. “The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. That’s you, Andy. And lose those jockstraps now. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard out there?” I protested. “You better fuckin’ get hard,” the director answered. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock, and smiled. “The show must go on.” I did the same. Squeezed by the leather ring, my cock was already rock hard. Just moments later the curtain opened and the other male couples went on stage to loud applause. My bear and I separated to enter from opposite sides when we were called. After a few moments, the director announced, “And now let’s welcome tonight’s audience volunteer performer, Andy!” I heard clapping and obscene calls. It made me feel like a pure sex object, which was a real turn-on. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking, and fucking each other. I was too fixed on my co-lead’s huge erection standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the others were simulating the sex or really doing it. My eyes met the bear’s from across the stage. We moved toward each other as if there were powerful magnets pulling us together. From the corner of my eye, I saw Beth, Peggy, and their friends seated front and center, applauding like the others. When we met at center stage, the bear turned his hairy butt to the audience while I dropped to my knees in front of him, screened by his bulk from the audience’s view. I held his thick, stiff cock and looked up into his eyes. It was the first time I had ever held another man’s dick. Something came over me at that instant. Rather than just pretending to give him a blow job, I began to lick the head of his rod. I really liked it, which surprised me. Then I took his powerful erection deep into my throat, gagging immediately. He muttered, “Game on,” grabbed my head, and started a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side-on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement, especially Peggy and my wife’s friends. I didn’t hear Beth’s voice, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring intently at me. I heard Peggy say loudly, “See, see, I told you he was gay!” My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. I noticed Beth’s pretty watch, which looked so perfect on my slender wrist. The stage lights caught her diamond ring, sparkling on my delicate finger. I felt so feminine and sexy! In that instant I realized there were only gay men on that stage. Whistles and cheers; the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear broke our kiss but held me in his embrace. He licked and bit my neck. My eyes locked with Beth’s. Her gaze was ice cold. I could only imagine what she was thinking. The bear leaned into my ear and whispered so only I could hear him. “You started this. Now we’re going to have to finish this with the same realism.” His words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. I knew what he meant. Suddenly, he pushed me down onto an ottoman, on my back, with my legs apart in the air and my hairy ass exposed. He moved me and the ottoman sideways to give the audience a better view. His face soon met my hole and he gave me my first rim job. I moaned loudly with pleasure as his tongue probed my hole. The audience was whistling and cheering. I loved doing this in front of a crowd – my inner exhibitionist had taken over. Except for one irksome detail. My brain was screaming “condom.” I asked him in a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd, “Do you have a condom?” “I'm stark naked here, man. Of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled, “No fuckin’ way, man,” spit on his hand, and lubed my hole. Then he spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in a stage whisper, he asked, “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible, warm lust. I knew deep inside that I had to please my top. “Let’s do it,” I gasped. “The show must go on. Fuckin’ breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to penetrate my ass. At first the pain was intense and I felt a burning sensation. Then suddenly my ass opened on its own and seemed to swallow his dick willingly. I gasped loudly as the audience applauded. I felt an incredible warmth and fullness that radiated throughout my body. The crowd seemed ready to riot, they were making so much noise, standing and cheering. I turned my head and saw Beth, Peggy, and their other girlfriends joining in the uproar. I gripped my bear’s thick forearms and noticed again my pretty jewelry. I was now totally into our performance. I said loudly, “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw.” “Only way I play.” “Yeah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big, bare cock!” “Oh, yeah, you like my risky, daddy-bear pistol up your ass, don’t you slut?” The word “risky” didn’t register on me. “Love your cock, daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck, yeah, breed my ass, daddy. Seed me!” “Are you positive?” he said loudly, so the entire audience could hear. “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now.” “So you are positive, that’s HIV-positive?” Suddenly the room became quiet as the crowd focused on what my bear and I were saying. The other male couples on stage stopped and moved toward us to watch. “What? Fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now. You could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out!” I yelled. “Pull out now!” Then Beth said in a cold voice that everyone could hear. “Don’t pull out. That’s my husband. Poz the little faggot.” The entire audience cheered and started chanting, “Poz him! Poz him! Poz him!” My bear looked at Beth and smiled. Then he leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss I had ever experienced. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. It was just two men about to experience the ultimate intimacy. The chanting grew louder, into a roar that filled my ears. “POZ HIM! POZ HIM! POZ HIM!” I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed my top’s big hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. For a moment I thought of my wife and realized she could see her dainty watch and pretty engagement ring. She knew our marriage was over and so did I. My top’s voice reverberated through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me! I need all your beautiful cum!” I shouted so everyone in the theatre could hear. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed. I felt him buck and release as I held him deep inside my ass, my eyes locked on Beth’s. Inside me I felt a warm wetness. I never wanted it to end.

... NOT !! It seems that the Pillow Pimp has also run out of luck, just as his Lord and Master is running out of luck. News reporters filmed employee's being "excused" from the Pillow Pimp's factory in Minnesota, since the con-man-in-chief, Mike Lindell, is behind on his rent. Seems that a number of major retailers have refused to carry those pillows, given his lies, misappropriations, continuing political mischief, and more. Unfortunately, I never did get around to buying one of those pillows (to avoid nightmares), so I'm unable to comment on their usefulness. Word has it that Orange J. is furious, since all that orange hair-dye he uses just soaks into the pillows, and now he can't afford to keep buying new ones, and Mikie-boy can't just give him more. It seems that the RNC is really full of conmen, circus barkers, grifters, pickpockets, liars, thieves, all wrapped up in the Magavoid Mania. Sleep tight, all you piggies ..... 😁

POZ T O X I C

I slowly opened my eyes…it was early on Saturday morning. I was laying buck naked on my queen size bed, with a raging hard on and feeling horny as hell. I remember I had been dreaming about trying my first group sex fun as a total hungry and slutty bottom, and in my dream, I had been given my first ever slam of meth. Sure, I had read about it…hell…I had even watched a lot of videos showing guys being slammed then getting really horny. Sadly, so many of the videos seemed to stop as the guy was rushing and did not continue to show what happened next. I am sure that the ensuing fun would have been nothing short of wild. That is why I really liked reading the PnP stories online. Sure, I love the graphics of porn, but also when reading something my imagination lets me get very graphic and imaginative. I guess that’s why when I read stories by author ‘Ben Dover’, I was completely hooked! I also LOVE reading the stories on NKP and find that site a major turn-on! So, this particular morning, I got up and sat in front of my computer, stroking my hard-on and seeing precum glistening at the end of my mushroom type head on my 9x6 cut cock and opened up NKP. I was desperately hoping to find a hook-up to experience the same kind of fucking and play that I had read on that Amazon story. When I opened NKP there were a lot of guys online, and one immediately caught my eye. He described himself as an ‘angry top’ but said he was not so much angry, just more into totally owning a hot bottom hole and spending many hours exploring, rimming and fucking a hungry hole. I had my ‘role/position’ listed as just that…’hungry hole’. Well, that would be a great match, me craving and desiring…no full-on lusting after a guy who would basically worship my hole the way I want to also take care of his needs! His profile said he was into rimming, fucking, toys, fisting, slamming and pretty much anything goes. The part which really made me hard after reading all that, was his comment that aid he loves to train newbies! As I was reading all this, I got so horny that I involuntarily blew my load…a huge load, stream after stream of white-hot sticky cum, making a hell of a mess. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as much as I could, left his profile open and headed for the shower. As I was washing myself all over, I also douched and stayed semi hard as all I could think about was the guy on NKP and how hard and horny his profile made me feel. I got out of the shower and dried off in front of the mirror. I am not too shabby. I am about to turn 40, I would probably be described as an ‘otter’ as I have chest and leg hair, and a little hair covering my butt. I keep my nut sac cleanshaven as it heightens pleasure, and I have reasonable abs and would be classed as toned. I am 173cm tall, so about 5’8” and weigh in at around 75kg, so about 165lbs. I have light brown/blondish hair and blue eyes, and olive skin with a little tan. As I dry off my mind drift back to the open NKP profile on my computer and my cock begins to once again get hard. I fully dry off and head to the kitchen, grab myself a hot coffee and head back to my computer…my cock standing to attention the entire time. When I sit at my desk I swallow as I see new mail, and it is from the hot guy I have been looking at! I opened the message, and it said hey Mr, how is your morning? Being a little coy, but not overly shy, I responded with hi, I am horny as hell…how are you? And within a minute there was a reply, yes, same! Are you interested in playing today at all? I gulped. I took a little time to process his reply and had a few mouthfuls of my coffee to take time to collect my thoughts as to how I would respond. I replied back, I am very keen, and I love what your profile says you are into but am a complete novice when it comes to most of ‘what you like’ to do. I really like the way you say you like to train newbies. I have not partied, nor been fisted etc but it does intrigue me. And to be honest it really turns me on. He replied pretty well straight away and asked me if I know what it meant to be slammed. I quickly gulped another mouthful of coffee and replied yes, I knew and am nervously keen to try it. He then replied that when you slam, it makes you really horny for many hours, and you may even want another one. He then asked me if I was free all day and through to tomorrow night, as he would love to be my first and to train me in what it I like to be slammed and then have my hole worked over. He then mentioned he has a sling, and also a large assortment of toys. I went to take another gulp of coffee, but it was all gone. I read his reply again and said to him that I was all washed out and ready to play, and that his reply made me feel so horny. I told him I was actually free till Tuesday, as I had a long weekend off work. Whereabouts was he? He replied with his address and said I could come right over, and he would take things slow and if there was anything I wasn’t happy about to just tell him. Something about his manner put me at ease somewhat, and my cock was rock hard and once again oozing precum. He lived only about 15 minutes away, so I replied and said that I could be there in 15 minutes if that was ok. I immediately got a reply, for sure, see you soon…just park in the driveway. I quickly replied ok I am on my way, then I shut down my computer, threw on some board shorts and a singlet, grabbed my phone and keys and headed out the door. I was definitely nervous about what was about to happen, but that was reduced by my throbbing cock trying to bust out of my shorts! I had noticed that his profile said he was undetectable, as was I so I had no issues with playing bareback. In fact it is the only way I play. Before I knew it I was at his house, a nice place set back slightly from the road with a couple of trees out the front and nice manicured gardens. I did as he suggested and parked in the driveway. I got out of the car and repositioned my till hard cock in my shorts, trying hard to conceal my excitement. I locked the car and walked up to the front door, which was slightly ajar. I knocked and called out hello and heard him answer saying come on in and close the door behind you. I did so, and as I turned around, I saw him come around the corner, totally naked with a beautiful thick long hard cock, and he was wearing a black leather harness. He was every bit as hot in person as his profile pic. Hi I am Colton….I said hey man I am Jonas. Wow you are hot! And he said I think you are too, but would be a lot hotter naked! I took his cue and immediately stripped off, releasing my throbbing cock from the constraints of my shorts. He whistled….nice! Grab your things and follow me. I did so and walked around the corner and into his playroom. He showed me where to put my clothes then said before we do anything I HAVE to taste your hole…he told me to bend over and spread my cheeks and instantly his tongue was exploring my clean, pink pucker. I already sensed then that this was going to be a great time! After a couple of minutes he said you need to get in the sling, but first just suck me for a few minutes. I dropped to my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth, savouring the clean taste, and how warm his throbbing cock was as I then took him all the way down my throat. As I was sucking him, he said shortly we will get you into the sling, then I will prep you for your first slam. We need to slam straight away as it will make us super horny and piggy for many hours. I nodded as I continued to suck him balls deep. After a couple of minutes, and me tasting his salty and delicious precum, he slowly pushed my off his swollen cock and told me to get into the sling. I walked over to it, and he held it as I lay back in it. I looked up and saw there was a full-length mirror above the sling, so I could literally watch myself being used! He helped me put my ankles in the stirrup, which made my legs spread wide and up and back, and he said to slightly lift myself and slide my ass just off the edge of the sling so he could have full access to my hole. All of this made the precum ooze from my hard engorged throbbing cock and drip down in a long thread. He did not miss a trick and engulfed my cock with his hot wet mouth, slurping off all the precum. I nearly came right there and then! He then stood up and walked around to my right arm. He said I am going to put this band on your arm then look for a vein. He did so and found one straight away and swabbed it with an alcohol swab. Next, I will insert the needle then draw the plunger back to make sure I am in your vein, it should flash red. Once that happens, I will remove the band and press the contents into your vein, and then remove the needle and give you a tissue to press against the site. Then hold your arm up, this reduces bruising. As he proceeded to do all as he discussed, inserting the needle and getting the flash etc, he said that right about when I lift my arm, it should hit and I may feel I need to cough, and it may feel hard to breathe, try to not fight it but try and relax and breathe through it and then I will feel amazing. As he finished telling me that I was raising my arm up with the tissue as he had instructed. I still didn’t feel anything. All of a sudden, I got like a chemical type taste in the back of my throat which made cough, and then I felt tightness of breath and focused on what Colton had said, and relaxed my breathing. I felt a warmth hit me, and waves of intense pleasure course through my entire body. My cock felt incredible, and I looked down and was amazed to see that it had shrunk, just like I had read about, and yet cum was spurting from my soft cock. I was vaguely aware of Colton coughing, as he too slammed straight away. The next thing I felt was lube being smeared on my hole and Colton’s hard thick cock pressing into me. This only heightened the waves and ripples of pleasure and more cum spurted and oozed out of my soft cock as he fucked me balls deep. I was taking all of him straight away, and the way he was grunting I could tell that he too was going to cum and must be feeling as amazing as I was! He moaned and blew stream after stream of cum in my guts, and I was moaning and poking out my tongue, eyes wide and riding these ripples of intense bliss taking over my body. He pulled out and immediately dropped down and inserted his tongue deep in my hole and began an intense and focused devouring of my now loosened and super hungry hole. I had never felt a rimming so intense! His cock was still hard as a rock, and every now and then he would stand up and fuck me balls deep again then drop back down and slurp on my hole. The entire time my hole was just craving more and more, and his twirling tongue exploring deep inside just added to my desire for more, something bigger. He sensed this as I was pushing my hole out onto his tongue to try and get more. He stood up and grabbed a big toy. He asked me if I wanted more and all I could do was moan and nod. He lubed up the big toy which had a bulbous head on it, and put it at the entrance of my hole. With one hand he held some poppers to my nose and I instinctively snorted, the biggest longest snort I think I had ever done. He told me to hold it in as he took a hit then put the bottle down. Exhale slut! I did as I was told and the rush hit me! My hole became everything to me…all I could feel was ripples and waves of pleasure as I heard Colton tell me to take deep breaths and relax. Somehow in my fog of pleasure I complied, and felt my hole just open up. He felt it and applied pressure to the big toy as it began sliding into my hungry fuck tunnel. The more he ushed, ever so slowly, my hole rippled with more pleasure and I could feel the walls of my velvety tunnel open up even more and welcome this big invader deeper into me. I felt it slide through my ring and into beyond, and then Colton began pulling it back out. Once again I was feeling immense waves of pleasure. The poppers high was great, and it also heightened the rush and the ensuing high from the slam. Colton kept encouraging me, saying you good pig, wow what a hungry slut, deep breaths and relax you pig….I now knew what the term being in pig heaven meant. Every few minutes I felt another wave as the Tina was coursing through my body, and each time my body just relaxed and rode the wave. Colton was fully reading my body and took every advantage, making my hole loosen up by the minute. As he fucked me with precision and being relentless with the toy, he said you have now experienced your first slam, now time for your first booty bump which will keep you flying for a few hours until I slam you again. He slowly pulled the toy out, and then he put more lube on it and then coated it in 3 points of crushed up Tina. Then he slid it all the way back into my hungry hole. Instantly I felt a burning sensation, and it increased. I said to him it was really burning, and he leaned down and took my soft cock in his mouth which instantly distracted me. Then I felt the burning begin to subside and then an insatiable hunger start to build from deep withing my hole. I then started to get more waves of pleasure take over my body and my hole was now so hungry. Colton removed the toy, then held the poppers under my nose again and told me to take big hits. He gave me four, then lubed up his hand. The poppers rush hit and magnified the tina rush and waves of pleasure which were still rippling through me. Colton pressed his hand against my hungry craving and now quite sloppy hole. I arched my back in the sling, trying to get his hand into my insatiable fuck chute. He pressed more, and I felt the walls of my hole accommodate his hand and begin to relax with more waves of pleasure as I felt him slide deep into my very being. I was staring into his eyes, moaning and my tongue was just hanging out and as he went deeper all I could do was whimper and nod. The pleasure was so intense that cum was just constantly oozing from my cock. The booty bump on top of the slam, combined with the poppers had given me the ability to become a far hungrier slutty pig bottom than I had ever imagined. Colton then slowly withdrew his fist, and pulled it right out. He chuckled at the look on my face which showed him that I needed my hole to take more. He said to me we have all day and night, we can pace ourselves. Besides I think I need your tongue to explore my hole now. With that he helped me out of the sling and laid me on my back on the bed. He then climbed on top of me in a 69 position and lowered his hole onto my tongue. A hole never looked so good and I buried my tongue deep in his waiting hole. I then lifted my legs up and he pinned them back and buried his tongue deep in me. We feverishly ate out each other for about an hour, slurping, probing, twirling the tips of our tongues around in each other…then while I continued my onslaught of his hole with my tongue he started to work a toy back into my hole. He said we need to keep you nice and loose so we can open you up even more. Have you ever been tag-team fucked Jonas? I heard him and responded by moaning and burying my tongue even deeper into his now also loosened hole. He chuckled and said I guess that means you would like that…I removed my tongue for a second to reply yes please…almost yelling in excitement. I would love cum oozing out my hole and then more fucked into me!

Chapter 1 - We Meet at Last I’d never met Ian and Nate. A few weeks ago, another buddy of mine had set up a group scene with them where we would fuck and fist each other all night, but something came up and it didn’t happen. This week, I checked in with my regular buddy about getting together with him that weekend. He said he was busy, but Ian and Nate had also contacted him to see if he was available for a party and play weekend. He suggested seeing if they were up for having me over instead. I sent them an email and received a positive response. They told me to plan to be there all night. Their place was remote, tucked away in trees on a nice big lot. I rang the bell when I got there and one of them, I think it was Ian, answered the door. He was wearing a black leather harness and jockstrap, which looked good on him. He welcomed me with a big hug and walked me into the living room. He told me that Nate would be out in a minute. Ian suggested a soak in their hot tub to get started. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I said, fully expecting his answer, “You don’t need one.” I happily stripped off, and Ian removed his harness and jock. “Nate, we’ll be in the hot tub,” Ian shouted down the hall. “I’ll be there in a few,” replied Nate. We walked out the sliders, and Ian and I stepped into the hot tub. Once we were settled in up to our chins, he turned on the jets. We chatted a little bit, and I complimented him on the house and property. “You’ll see more of it in the morning,” he responded. I get T dick, but we hadn’t partied yet, so my cock had sprung to life when we got naked and walked out to the tub. Ian had grabbed it, and I was fondling his ass as we walked. I reached over and felt his hard cock, and he grabbed mine too. We started to make out, too. “Hey, wait for me!” Nate had come out to join us. He was naked and had drinks on a tray for us. A pipe and torch were also ready. Let me tell you about these us. We’re all in our 60s. I was the youngest, and Ian was the oldest. Guys our age have been around for a while, and we know what we like, so I was confident it would be a fun night. Both Ian and Nate had short-cropped white beards. Ian was bald and Nate had a fringe of hair around his hair. They were both marvelously hairy, with gorgeous chest pelts and nice, thick bushes. Also, they both had hairy asses, which are a favorite of mine. Ian was taller and heavier, with a thick cock that looked to be about 7.5” long. Nate’s cock was similar in length but thinner. He was uncut. As for me, I’m clean-shaven, short brown hair, hairy chest, lightly hairy ass, and a 7.5” cock. Nate stepped into the tub and slid over to me. He gave me a kiss and groped my cock as a welcome. He smiled over at Ian and said, “It’s gonna be a good night!” I agreed and nodded my head. “Let’s get this going,” said Ian. He picked up the pipe and torch, expertly melted the crystals, and took a deep hit. I may have been disappointed when he handed the pipe to Nate, but then Ian leaned over and shotgunned the hit with me. We passed the cloud back and forth while making out. When we were done, Nate handed me the pipe and torch. I filled my lungs and shared that with Nate, passing the equipment to Ian. After a short time, Nate said, “Whoa, I was hitting the pipe while you guys were making out. We need to get Ian up to speed.” Ian handed me the pipe again, and I took a deep hit, which I shotgunned with him. Then, we each took a few solo hits to get really spun. The warm, bubbling water, combined with the T and the two hot guys with me had me feeling ready for anything tonight. I instinctively spread my legs open, sliding over to sit on Nate’s lap. His cock had shrunk somewhat, but mine had shriveled to a small nub from the T. No problem since we going to get into lots of assplay tonight. Nate suggested that we go inside. He recommended we hydrate before going in and handed us each a glass from the tray. Given the color and the small amount of liquid in each glass, I knew this was less about hydration and more about getting some G into our systems. We each swallowed down the bright red liquid, and I could taste some of the bitterness of the drug in it. We got out and wrapped ourselves in the robes that were hanging nearby. We went in through a different slider leading to their bedroom. Ian pushed me down on the bed and opened my robe. He knelt between my legs and hooked them over his shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to eat your ass since you walked in the door,” he growled before diving into my hole. He certainly knew what he was doing as my hole opened to his probing tongue. He’d lick around my hole, passing his tongue over my opening. Then, he’d suck on it and work his tongue around the exterior. I gasped in pleasure when he shoved his firm tongue into my ass. He poked and prodded around inside me for a while before returning to do some more work on the exterior. “Great hole. You need to try it,” he said to Nate. So, Ian replaced Nate between my legs. First, he massaged my ass, letting his fingers drift over my hole. I shivered in delight when he did that. Then, he probed my ass with his fingers. First, just one, but quickly adding more. He quickly had two or three fingers from each hand, stretching my hole open. That is when he shoved his tongue into the gash that his fingers had opened up. He got deep inside me with his tongue, using it to moisten and arouse my ass. Ian leaned back and said, “Time for the sling.” I was fine with that idea, so I lowered my legs to the floor and stood up. That was when I felt the effects of the G in the drink. It was all good. “Leave the robe here,” Nate stated. All three robes ended up in a pile on the floor, and now we were all fully naked. Looking at these hairy studs, I knew we’d have an amazing night. They led the way to another room, where the sling was set up in the middle of the space. There was a big TV, a selection of lube and toys, a stool at the base of the sling, a few other chairs, and a bed covered in a protective sheet. Ian directed me to the sling and pushed me down into it. He helped me get my feet in the stirrups, and then they both crouched down in front of my ass. Of course, the sling had me fully exposed to their gaze. “This’ll be fun,” Nate said to Ian, who nodded his agreement. He told Ian to get some porn going and to find a toy to use on me. Ian stood up, said, “The poppers are on the table next to you,” and turned on the TV. He located some bear fisting porn and got that running. He also picked out a toy for Ian to use on me. Meanwhile, Ian was lubing up his hands. Like the rest of his body, his hands and forearm were covered in fur. I love the sensation of a hairy fist plunging in and out of my hole. Somehow, it feels better than a smooth hand. Ian began to work some lube into my ass, inserting chunks of Slam Dunk into my ass. Each new one pushed the previous chunks deeper into me. Then, he looked at Nate and said, “Feed him some clouds.” Nate fired up the torch and stuck the glass cock in my mouth when it was ready. “Just hold this one for now,” he told me. When I exhaled, he put the pipe to my mouth again. He went a few rounds, taking some hits for himself before he sat down on a chair near the stool to watch. Ian applied some more lube to his hands and looked up at me. “Ready?” I nodded, and he worked his four fingers into my ass. With the T and G flowing through me, my hole opened easily for him. “Good pig,” he snarled as he shoved his hand fully inside me.

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Doc Murphy’s Therapy 3 I remember dreaming of men surrounding the bed... Their voices barely speaking above a whisper. I struggled to make out the words... Turning from side to side, I saw each booted muscled god geared in the shiniest of black leather. Tightly strapped leather harnesses accentuated their muscled pecs with rings through their prominently thick tits, making my mouth water... On my right, the men wore jockstraps... their full pouches so tight that I could see the subtlest of differences of their cocks... cut, uncut, pierced or not, it was more than obvious. While on my left, the men’s strong legs were enveloped in chaps... their muscles clearly defined as if the hide was painted on... their hard cocks and full sacs set off by a heavy chrome cockring. The room was filled with a distinctive scent of musk and leather as the sweaty tangled mass of flesh grew before my eyes... an orgy of every possible combination of lustful desire. The dream was so vivid... the men’s grunts and groans began to grow louder and fill the room. Seeing one of them escape the pile, I moaned, recognizing the young god approaching with tightly cropped red hair and green eyes. “Shit, Bry!” I called out, seeing my best friend transformed into the most incredible leather fantasy. His harness circled over his broad shoulders and under the thick muscled pecs. My eyes couldn’t stay off the twin slabs of muscle covered in reddish-brown fur showcasing a set of heavy rings piercing his thick erect tits poking through the fur. Below them, a trail of fur ran over the ridged stack of abs. His thick thighs bulged in the tightest leather chaps, drawing attention to the exposed dripping hard cock and sac. With every step of his boots, his muscles rippled at the slightest movement as he made his way to me. “Fuck Sam,” he smiled with a lustful gaze, pulling the covers off to reveal my shaved body... Staring at wetness of the sheets at below my cunt, he growled. “I hear you’ve been a good boy.” Still trying to understand how he could be in my room, I asked “How...?” “Never mind, bro...,” he said, interrupting me and pointing to the writhing heap of men in the room. “You need to serve.” Looking at the men, wave after wave of desire came over me... “Yeh, Bry...I do.” I growled, getting down on my knees as Bry’s leaking cock throbbed before my eyes. Licking my lips and wanting to taste that cock again, I reached up to his thick muscled thighs and leaned in, opening my mouth take it in... Suddenly, a sound woke me up... It was Mike, carrying a tray of food and juice into the room. “Sorry, Sam... didn’t mean to wake you. Doc told me you spent the night ‘cause it was getting late and asked me to just drop this off.” As I lay there, the images of Bry and the other men began to flood back into my mind. It took a minute to get into the moment before realizing I was sporting the beginnings of a hardon. But for some reason, it didn’t bother me, and it wasn’t definitely a problem for Mike... “Looks like it was a good dream.” he smiled, noticing my growing cock before putting the tray down next to the bed. “Thanks, Mike,” I said, drinking some of the juice and remembering last night. “Yeh, it was getting late by the time my session was over.” “Yeah, Doc doesn’t like to break up a session if it’s going really well...” he chuckled, looking me over... “Well, for some patients at least, he’ll keep it going as long as necessary. When that happens, I just head to my room and work on my thesis.” “Cool,” I said, remembering how he looked last night in his gear... my cock started stiffening. “Yeah, very cool... and so fucking smooth,” he groaned, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my abs and shaved crotch before leaning in. Without a word, he brought his lips to mine... It was like last night never happened. He reached down and ran his fingers over my puckering cunt, causing me to groan in surprise. Kissing me deep and hard, his tongue invaded my mouth. “I thought...” I moaned, taking a breath as a finger entered me. “What? I’m a bottom cause I let Doc fuck me...” he laughed, feeling the remnants of cum in my cunt. “Don’t worry... I’m not jealous. It’s part of our arrangement while I finish my grad work. That's all there is to it... nothing else.” “Nothing else,” I groaned, feeling a second and third finger go in. “Damn... Doc must’ve worked your cunt over last night.” he growled, feeling my still loose cunt. “Yeh... he did,” was all I could say as he continued fingering me. “Did ya like it, Sam? Being filled with Doc’s cock or was it something else?” he grunted, stripping and pulling my thighs apart to expose my cunt. “Shit, yeh!” I moaned, seeing that hard pierced cock again... The next thing I felt was his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and pushed inside. “Goddamn!” I moaned, feeling him digging deep inside me. "Sweet fucking tasty cunt, bro" he said, coming up for air. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck yeh... fuck my cunt!” “That’s right, bro... what you have there is a cunt... Don’t ever forget it.” he told me, teasing me with his cock. I nodded, remembering my therapy... “Cunt...” Putting my legs over his shoulders, he shoved his rigid cock into me without warning, sending a wave of passion over me. “Say it, bro... tell me what you want.” “Fucking fill, me!” I gasped, feeling the ring hit my prostate as he began to rock in and out of me. He didn’t waste any time ramming his cock into me... “Fucker... gonna take my time with you,” he growled, slowing down and holding his cock deep in my cunt. He kept on edging... fucking me til he was close, then would pause, waiting for the sensation to pass... only to start again until I was begging for his load. “Fuck man... give me your load, bro! I need it!” I cried out, grabbing his hips and pulling him in all the way to the root. He began ramming me hard until he stiffened and let out a heavy roar, unloading a volley of cum inside me. I could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock. Bending down, still impaled inside of me, he kissed me. “Fucking hot cunt...” he smiled, pulling his still hard cock out and sitting back. I scrambled to clean it... sucking and tonguing his cock until I had done my duty. “Good boy...” he growled, his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and invaded. “Give it to me.” With little pushes of my cunt, the load dripped out onto his open mouth until I had released most of it... Then, he crawled up and fed it to me. Kissing, our darting tongues exchanged the load until we both gulped down the contents and fell on the bed in a sweaty jumble. “Fuck, Sam... That was hot. I never imagined that you’d be this good when you came into the office that day. I figured you were just some messed up kid needing therapy.” he laughed, exploring my smooth body with his hands. “You surprised me when you showed up here like this. What made you do it?” Knowing what I knew about him, I smiled. “Don’t know... I guess I just felt like it.” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he chuckled, taking hold of my smooth pecs and rubbing his fingers over them. “I did the same thing when I first got here. But it’s a bitch to keep up... so I got it permanently removed. Doc has a buddy who does it and hooked me up.” “Yeh?” I groaned, imagining being permanently hairless as he went down to lick my pecs. Then, licking my left tit, Mike sucked it in and bit down... “Goddamn!” I moaned, panting at the pain he was inflicting. He stayed on my tit, chewing on it... tasting the sweat dripping off my pec. Releasing it with a kiss, he moved to the right one and I began to growl in heat as he repeated the torture now turning to pleasure. Reaching for my swollen cock, he began to stroke it as he alternated on my tits before moving down my abs. By now, my tits were aching and standing at attention, causing my cock to go rock hard. “Yeah,” Mike growled, exploring my shaved body with his mouth... “When did you do it?” “Yesterday, right before coming over.” I sighed, feeling his lips and tongue sliding over my skin. “You missed a spot, right here. I’ll let Doc know... so you can get that taken care of.” he chuckled, licking between my thigh and crotch before taking my cock in his mouth. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out, feeling his tongue dig into my piss slit. He started licking and wrapping his tongue around the mushroom head... flicking at it and lapping the dribbling precum. Slowly sliding down, he started sucking on my leaking cock... keeping his eyes locked on mine with one hand on my shaft and the other holding tightly onto my sac. His hand began to pull it away from my body as he held my balls tightly in a fist. “Aw fuck! Harder!” I cried out... realizing at that moment the extent of my therapy. My begging for pain urged him on and his pace quickened. I thrust my hips up to meet him. The sensations of his mouth were overwhelming... I needed to cum. I was close... Grabbing the back of Mike’s head with both hands, I began forcing his mouth up and down my cock, faster and faster. I could feel myself slowly going over the edge. Then, as he released his grip, my body shook with lust, releasing an explosion of cum. “Fuck yeh, bro! Fucking love, this shit!” We remained like that... me on my back with him still latched on my cock... sweat running down our bodies until sound of Doc’s voice shook us out of the moment. Doc stood at the entrance to the room, but I couldn’t make out what he said. My mind must have blocked it out... but the moment Mike heard the words, he sat up, releasing my cock. Turning to Doc, he nodded and dropped to his knees on the floor next to him. “Good boy,” he chuckled, rubbing Mike’s sweaty shoulder. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” I quickly apologized... “Doc... I’m sorry. I guess I fucked up.” “No problem, Sam. So... you’ve now experienced both Mikes.” Leaving the dazed Mike on the floor, he wandered over to me. “How’s it feel?” he asked, feeling my freshly fucked cunt. “Damn, Doc,” I smiled, seeing his growing bulge... “So good!” “Good to hear, boy.” He looked back to Mike kneeling obediently on the floor before noticing my chewed-up tits. Pulling his wet finger from my cunt, he rubbed the slime around my swollen tits and gripped them tightly with his fingernails. “Fuck, yeh!” I shuddered. “Harder!” With his cock now tenting his jeans, he whispered in my ear as he increased his grip on me. “Yeh, Doc...” I murmured, feeling the pain course through my body. After a couple of minutes, Doc let go and stood up. I quickly fell next to Mike, our hands behind our backs at attention. Turning to face us, he began to strip as... I could see him speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. Gripping the bottom of his T-shirt, he pulled it up and off his torso, exposing the forest of fur on his muscled pecs. We quickly made our way to remove his shoes and socks. Mike then scrambled up to unbuckle the thick black belt around his waist. It was then I joined him as we pulled the jeans down to expose his furry legs. Slowly, we began moving our mouths up his legs... our hands massaging his powerful muscles until we met at Doc’s low hanging sac. Taking in the scent of his crotch, both of us began to moan and took one of his heavy balls in our mouths... “Fucking cuntmouths!” Our tongues darted out, tasting the hairy sweaty sac and we moved up to the base of Doc’s shaft... Up we went... our lips gently massaging the thickening shaft until our tongues met at the leaking piss slit at the tip of his engorged cockhead. Tasting the precum, our tongues began lapping it up. Feeling Doc’s hands against our heads and push our mouths against each other, our sparring tongues began to feed each other. “Goddamn cocksuckers.” he growled, holding us by the scruff of our necks. We began to worship him, sucking and worshipping his god-like cock like we had been trained... ‘Yeh, that’s the word,’ I thought...realizing at that moment it had been imbedded in us... Mike and I were meant to serve together. Before I could think about it, Doc thrust between our lips... back and forth, enjoying our attention to his powerful cock. We needed his cock... we continued... pushing him closer to release with every movement of our mouths. Feeling the overwhelming need for cock, I moved to the head and slowly swallowed his cock to the base of his shaft. I could feel Mike’s tongue flicking at the saliva dripping out of my mouth. Slowly backing off, I grabbed Mike’s head and shoved my tongue in his open mouth. Gripping my tongue with his lips, he moaned... knowing his desire for cock, I pushed his head towards Doc’s still leaking cock and he swallowed it in one fell swoop. We continued like that... sharing Doc’s now steel cock. We were nothing but a pair of cuntmouths servicing a cock... just as Doc had said. Getting close, Doc pushed us off his cock and we fell to the floor... our faces covered in spit. Walking over to the bed, he pulled out a packed pipe and torch from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Spreading his legs, he lit the pipe, inhaled and motioned to us. Quickly, we climbed on the bed, slid over the soft sheets and joined him on either side. Placing our mouths to his, we inhaled the large cloud escaping his handsome mouth. “Go on... have at.” he growled, passing the lit pipe to Mike. We began sharing the pipe while Doc sat back watching us take hits and blowing the thick white clouds into each other’s mouths. Taking the last hit on the now empty pipe, I exhaled into Mike, devouring him in a deep kiss as Doc’s strong hands roamed over our bodies. Instinctively, we both went for Doc’s tits. “Fuckers...” he growled, pushing our mouths onto his furry pecs. Holding both of us tightly, we began to suckle like two nursing pups, humping our bodies against Doc’s legs. Doc’s hands roamed down over our smooth muscled backs and began to explore our cunts. “Goddamn cunts...” I began moaning as the realization of what I was becoming hit me and I raised my hips, giving Doc access. But it didn’t stop there... I felt another hand now exploring my exposed cunt. It was Mike’s. “Fuck me!” I cried out, feeling fingers digging into me before latching back onto Doc’s tit. Mike immediately pounced on me and shoved his cock deeply inside me. Holding onto my shoulders, he began to piston fuck me. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out into Doc’s pec, feeling the PA scraping against my prostate with every stroke. The sensations in my cunt took over my mind and I was lost in the moment... My mind filled again with images of the leathered gods surrounding us... watching me surrendering to my desires. Bry stood out smiling, leading another by a leash to our side. “Fuck yeah, bro... Feels good, don’t it?” Bry growled, pushing the sub onto the floor on all fours. Smiling, he moved behind the sub and kicked his legs apart to expose the willing cunt. Bry dropped... Licking the pierced taint leading to the sub’s willing cunt, Bry smiled and looked at me before shoving his cock in quickly... causing the sub to let out soft groan. I couldn’t take my eyes off them... seeing the look of rapture on the sub’s face as he took every inch of Bry’s cock. “Fuck, bro... Tell me... is yours still tight?” he growled, picking up the pace and slamming the willing sub. “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, coming back to reality as I felt Doc’s hands caressing down my back. “YEH, DO IT!” I yelled, feeling Doc’s cock pressing on my cunt while climbing onto Mike’s back. I was grabbing at the sheets, feeling Doc’s cock sliding over Mike’s shaft and pushing past my cuntlips. “OH FUUUUCK!” I hissed, instantly feeling the pain of being split open. “Relax, boy... surrender.” Doc told me, before saying something else I couldn’t understand. Instantly, a wave of pleasure overcame any pain as Doc’s cock invaded me. Mike remained still... not a sound coming from him. “Yeh...” I now moaned in pleasure, feeling Doc’s cock invading my cunt. With my therapy now kicking in, I began fucking myself on their cocks. “Good boy,” Doc grunted, slapping Mike on the ass and they began fucking me in unison. With every one of their thrusts, I moaned... feeling myself stretched to the limit, I began to lose focus. The room grew warmer and filled with the sounds of animals rutting... grunts, moans and wet slapping bodies. Bry had returned... Holding onto the moaning sub by his harness, Bry’s assault continued as the sub fucked himself on the pierced cock. The wet slapping of Bry’s thighs against the sub’s shaved ass filled the air around the circle of leathered admirers. “Fuck, Sam... Every time I fuck this cunt, I imagine it’s you... my bro... taking my cock.” With each pounding, the sub’s moans grew louder, and begged for more. Bry continued pile-driving him... stretching his cunt with an ever-increasing ferocity until he couldn’t hold back and released an explosion of cum. Instantly, the sub scrambled to Bry’s still hard cock to clean off the remnants of his load. "Inspiration...” Bry growled at me. Coming back into the moment, I felt the thrusts of my double fuck begin to slow and intensify... I knew it wouldn’t be too long for them to fill my cunt. “Fuck yeh!” I cried out, feeling the simultaneous loads unleashing in me as the fucking continued until the contents of their balls flooded my cunt. Their load now deposited, they fell on my back and pushed me fully onto the mattress. “Inspiration,” I moaned... feeling the weight of their bodies on top of me. Pulling out of me, Doc stood up and positioned himself in front of our faces... “Beautiful...” Immediately, we took his slimed cock and cleaned it... taking the remains of the loads into our mouths. Satisfied, Doc walked away as Mike pulled me up and sat back, holding me in his arms. Holding tightly onto his cock, I leaned back...our lips met. We began to devour each other as his hands explored my sweaty body. Releasing his cock, my hands roamed over his hairless muscular body, knowing that it was what I needed... to bulk up and match his body. In the back of my mind, I already knew that my appointment with Doc’s buddy was set... I would never have to worry about stubble. I moved down his beautiful pecs and made my way to his cock and took it into my mouth, tasting the residue of the double fuck. “Fuck, Sam.” Mike moaned, feeling my mouth on his softening cock. Shocked, I sat up and looked into his eyes. There was no doubt, the other Mike was there with me now. He took me in his arms, and we fell back on the bed. “Fuck, Sam... Doc must be wondering where I am.” he said, spooning me. “Naw, he probably just thinks you’re working on your thesis.” I moaned, feeling his cock against my ass. “Yeah,” he sighed... Several hours later, I woke up in the dark room with Mike still beside me... our bodies tangled in the middle of the bed. Feeling a sensation around my neck, I reached up and found my leather collar securely fastened to my neck. “Yeh...” I moaned, turning to Mike and seeing him collared, too. I knowingly grabbed the note on the nightstand and read it... ‘Downstairs’ was all it said, and I shook Mike to wake him. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled, seeing me collared. Slowly, we made our way to the two leather bags in the center of the room and faced each other. Keeping our eyes fixed, we slipped the restraints on our wrists. Next, we placed the harnesses over our shoulders and buckled each strap tightly. I moaned as the leather again touched my smooth skin. Retrieving our jockstraps, we slid them up over our hairless bodies and adjusted our cocks. My junk now snug in the cum crusted leather pouch, I pulled out my still sweat-soaked socks and put them on. Turning to Mike, I saw him standing there looking down at the socks in his hand. “What’s happening... Sam, what the fuck are you wearing!?” he said in a state of confusion, looking up as if he was seeing me geared up for the first time. Grabbing the socks, I dropped to my knees... “Let me help you,” I moaned, kissing his feet. After placing them on him, I pulled the pair of boots out of his bag... “10-hole Rangers...” I said, motioning him to step in. Now in his boots, he stayed there in a daze, still looking down at me. I began pulling the laces through the eyelets of his right boot. It was freaking me out, but I kept on... then, I realized that with every ladder rung I added, he began to calm down. With the boot now laced up, he dropped to one knee and began to methodically lace the other without hesitation. “Fuck...what the hell was that?” I mumbled, quickly putting on my boots, lacing them up and placing an arm band around my right bicep. Grabbing the other, I stood and saw Mike taking a long hit from a full glass pipe... his cheeks tightening as he pulled the cloud into his lungs. “Fuck, yeh... gimme some, bro.” I moaned, walking over to him and placed the band on his right bicep as I caught a glimpse of the beads of sweat dripping down his smooth pit... My tongue worked its way from his bicep to worship his pit. “MMMMM,” he groaned, clamping his hand around the back of my neck to smash our mouths together... tongues lashed around in our mouths as he fed me the cloud. My body became alive again, and I surrendered. With our lips locked, we clawed at each other... our hands covering every inch of smooth muscled flesh and encased leather on our bodies. “Fucker... Welcome back...,” I grunted. “Let’s go. Doc’s waiting.”

It was Good Friday so the guys were coming to our house instead of our regular coffee shop. I was desperately hoping Stew would be joining us this week. He normally works so can't join us mid afternoon. His husband rarely misses. Although his husband is much older and very pot bellied Stew is a Greek God . He works out 7 days a week. He's tall, slim, beautifully muscled, has very artistic tattoos of his former cats on his shoulders and the crest for 'Queen' on his back. Freddy Mercury is his idol. Stew has silky long white hair, usually in a bun and a closely cropped white beard framing his handsome smiling face. He's a sweetheart and the only thing average about him is his 6 inch cock. That said, he gives an above average fuck. The first time we hooked up Stew and his husband had me over to their place. They are Portuguese and Brazilian so any visit starts with good booze and something to eat. These formalities for hospitality out of the way we went up to their bedroom. It was pretty clear they didn't entertain like this often as they fussed and argued about what the neighbors might see and how many blinds to close. That settled we began to make out and help each other out of our clothes. Soon we were all naked and sucking each other hard. Stew and I had been 69ing when I swung around and straddled his torso so we could share some great pre cum passionate kisses. I began to realize the husband was standing beside the bed. I looked back to see he was manhandling Stew erection. In fact guiding it to my ass. I pushed back as the husband guided the raw cock into my hole. I was both delighted and amazed as nothing had been talked about ahead of time. In the back of my mind I had been stewing about when the best time to declare my 'raw is law' stance to sex. I hadn't needed to worry. I was now riding this Greek God in front of his husband bareback! I was extatic! The fuck didn't last long because Stew was soon unloading deep in my ass as I spontaneously orgasmed and sprayed cum on Stew’s strong chest, jaw, and the headboard of the bed. Stew then watched as I bent over the side of the bed to take his husband's raw cock and breeding. The only other time I got to play with them together was at a naked dance in a nearby city. They had taken me along with them. One of the organizers, a handsome mid-thirty’s cub clad in a jock strap and leather harness had come over to welcome me as a new comer. After a passionate deep tounge kiss I had bent over, released, and sucked his 8 hard inches down my throat. One of his fingers quickly found and entered my prelubed hole. I soon stood, turned and offered my ass to his magnificent cock. By this point Stew pulled me into an embrace and deep kiss. We were still kissing when the host fired his load deep into my ass. Stew quickly moved in behind me and soon I was receiving another breeding in the middle of the dance floor. My exhibitionist soul was in heaven. Two of the sexiest guys present had just used and bred me on the dance floor for all to see. I moved to the side and sucked down my next load from a cute young enthusiastic guy. As I moved away from that encounter Stew’s husband danced up behind me, worked his raw cock into my sloppy hole and was soon adding his DNA to the soup in my anal cavity. Beyond that Stew would come out on the bay with me in the boat. We'd fuck out in the sun. Eventually he'd breed me and we'd skinny dip to cool off and clean up. As two couples we frequently socialized. Being in close proximity to Stew made me hornier every time. Especially when we couldn't do what we most enjoy to do with each other. We had chatted a few times after some of these frustrating experiences and both agreed we needed to find a way to sneak off and fuck. Maybe this Good Friday would be our chance. You may wonder why I'm calling this cheating as my hubby and I have an open relationship. In fact I'm pretty sure my man knows I have sex with Stew. We are 'don't ask don't tell' but he's not stupid, he knows. Further, I had had the odd guy into our house to fuck and breed me in our bed. Just never when he was in town. Again no rules had been laid down, I just didn't want to rub hubby's face in my dalliances. But I couldn’t stand it any longer. If Stew was coming I knew I wanted anted, no needed, to have sex with him. I really didn't have time to clean out; besides, why go to all that bother, get my hopes up, and then not have him show. At the designated time the first of our guests appeared and I busied myself preparing drinks and appies. More guests arrived and I lost myself in the socializing and party and found I'd given up hope of Stew and partner coming. Then I noticed their car pull up. As I saw this beautiful man step out of their car I got rock hard instantly. I made sure I was at the door to greet them with warm hugs and kisses. Stew’s husband had food to add to our offerings and headed to the kitchen after I took his coat. I knew my hubby was in the kitchen and they would be tied up together for a while organizing food to serve. The rest of our guests were happily ensconced in chatter. This was my chance. When I was sure no one was looking I took Stew by the hand and led him down the stairs. I pulled him into our downstairs onsuit bathroom, closed the door, embraced him and planted a huge kiss on his lips. When we broke the kiss he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He was already loosening his belt and opening his fly. I whispered; " We have to be quick. " and I started to crouch planning to suck him off. He caught me by the arm and with his thick Brazilian accent and broken English said, "No, I fuck you. " "But I'm not sure I'm clean" I whispered back. "You not want me fuck you?" "Of course I do." "Then I fuck you, shhhhh" He hushed me. I leaned over the sink vanity and grabbed Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet. He greased my hole and his pole. He wasted no time in breaching my entrance and I involuntarily gasped and groaned quite loudly. One of his hands moved to cover my mouth. His mouth moved in to my ear and my skin crawled as he hushed me, "shhhhh". Then it was as if to contradict himself he began slapping into my ass with full fuck force. I wasn't sure his hand could muffle my moans and gasps enough. I soon lost the desire to care. My sex God's raw cock was right where I needed it. Through the mirror I could see his beautiful face nibbling at my neck and ear. I thought, 'God, how did I get so lucky?' He stopped pounding just for a moment to pull off his shirt and release the knot of his hair. I couldn't take my eyes off his powerful tattooed shoulders and beautiful long swaying locks. His smiling eyes met mine through the mirror and held me. "I love you. " He mouthed. "I love fuck you." "Oh yeah, fuckin breed me!" I was totally out of control. Five more pounding slaps and he was roaring with laughter as he flooded my guts. I quickly spun and dropped to aggressively clean his cock with my mouth. My ass juices and his cum tasted like the sweetest nectar. He practically screamed pushing my head away, "No, too much, stop." It was my turn to hush as I pointed upstairs. "Shhhhhh". When we started to regroup and pull our clothes back up and on we realized he had accidentally tossed his shirt in the toilet in the heat of the moment. He gingerly held the dripping mess over the toilet bowl. I took it from him and placed it in the sink. I then led him to my closet and pulled out my white flowery see through shirt. I knew it would show off his sexy body and gorgeous tattoos. He kept smiling and pulled it on. He reached to align a button with a hole and then shook his head leaving the shirt open so it framed his washboard abbs. He grabbed my ratiest torn jeans and my mesh vest and insisted I change into them. I asked if he was crazy. He just grinned impishly and said "Yeah ". The jeans were my favorite. They were covered in frade material and rips including around the back and over the front pockets. They were definitely not presentable to wear in public. But they made me feel so exposed and sexy. I followed Stew’s lead and didn't button the vest. At the bottom of the stairs he ran his hand through the thick hair on my chest. "I like!" He crooned. We shared a passionate kiss and then made our way up to return to the party. Some people seemed to barely notice we had been away. His husband seductively approached me as he emerged from the kitchen . He kissed me on the lips, hugged me, and slid a hand down to cup my ass cheek. One of his fingers found a hole in the denim and easily snaked it's way over and into my wet hole. He pulled it out and presented it to my lips. I licked it off and quietly said. "The best!" We shared another kiss and I moved to the couch to sit beside Stew. Stew’s finger found the frayed hole beside my fly, snaked inside and stroked my growing hard on. My husband came into the room and pretended not to see. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood and the laughing and banter carried on for the next while seemly oblivious of Stew’s finger messaging my cock through my frade jeans. Then a friend leaned into my ear and whispered. "You and I could slip down and I could give more than a finger to your needy cock, slut. " This didn't desuade Stew one bit as he grabbed hold of my raging hard on and moved up to kiss my friend all in one motion. I was now afraid I was going to ejaculate there and then in the middle of our house party. I excused myself and made my way towards the basement stairs. As I fled I noticed the hole beside the fly of my jeans had ripped larger and the shiny head of my erection was poking out. Stew’s husband was behind me and followed me down the stairs and directly into our bedroom. He was quickly embracing me from behind. " My turn, my sweet " he cruned with his sexy Portuguese accent. I just dropped my pants and bent over the edge of the bed. He slid his raw cock into me and I could feel his big hairy belly resting on my back. Like the first time it only took a few pumps before he was unloading deep into my gut. I tossed my ripped jeans aside and pulled on a pair of baggy shorts. We went back up to join the party but people were grabbing their coats and heading out. My husband was being the perfect host helping people on with their coats and hugging them as they headed out to the street. One of our sexiest bear friends emerged from the upstairs bathroom at this point. He beelined directly to me, leaned into my ear and said. "I've always wanted to sneak you down there. Let's go." His cock was out before we got to the bedroom. "So, how do you want this, 'cause I know you want this. " He said with great confidence. When I turned my back to him he saw the wet spot on the ass of my shorts. "Oh, okay!" with surprise in his voice, "I've wanted to breed your ass for a long time. Guess it's my lucky day. " I was bent over the bed and he was railing my slutty ass in no time. His coke can thick 9 inches were ripping me appart and giving too much pleasure for me to even think to stifle my cries of pain and delight. Soon I was on my back and his hairy sweaty body was driving into me missionary. With horror I saw my husband enter the bedroom and sit on the bed beside me. Very calmly he said, "Don't mind me boys. I'm just here to watch." Our bear friend spoke next with a bit of a gasp in his increasingly laboured breathing, "You sure. " "Bareback eh? I always knew he was a slut. I suspected this but now I know. Breed my husband for me, it appears he can't get enough. " His words weren't out of his mouth and the bear was pumping my cum filled gut to overflowing. When our bear friend had showered and left we heated up some leftovers for dinner. I finally screwed up my courage to speak, "I'm sorry you saw that. I've tried to be discreet. " "Hell, no need to apologize. I've told you it doesn't bother me to know you are out having sex with guys. I suspected it but now I know you play bareback. Just with guys you know? Or ...?" "Or? Yeah, anybody. Anybody that wants my ass gets it raw. God, I love cum in my ass. " "Apparently. Do you check that they are safe?" Apologetically I responded; "Sorry. I never bother. I'm already poz and undetectable. And I just need their cum." "Well I don't like it; but, it's your body. And since we don't have sex. I'm safe. Did Stew and his husband also breed you this afternoon? I saw you took them downstairs. " "I thought we were don't ask don't tell. " I queried. "I'm not mad. Just curious. " "In that case, yeah. They both bred me." "Good. I like those guys. I was pretty sure what you and Stew get up to on the boat. I'm surprised you let his husband fuck you, but good for you. Good for him. Was it fun to sneak off? You know we could all hear you. " "Fuck, sorry. " "Was it fun?" I was blushing; "Yeah, it was fuckin awesome." "Good. Now do you want dessert, or do you need more cum in your ass?" "Fuuccckkk. Always more cum." "It's a nice evening. I'll do the dishes. Isn't there a cruising woods near here? I'm sure they will be interested in your prelubed hole. Go on, get out of here. " "Are you sure?" I asked skeptically. "No, so you better get going before I change my mind. " He smiled. I went to the woods. It was getting dark. There were lots of guys around. I found a good solid tree, stripped , leaned against the tree and offered my ass to any and all takers. I lost track of the number of raw cocks that probed my hairy dripping hole and soon there was a steady stream of strangers cum running down the back of my legs. About two a.m. I found my way home. Hubby had gone to bed. There was a light on in the kitchen. The medicated shampoo bottle was on the counter with a note. "Use this, with all your hair you might have picked up crabs and I don't want those again. Then get your naked body into bed with me. " I was exhausted but did as instructed I tried not to wake him as I crawled in and curled up on my side of the bed. He moved over and spooned me with his naked body. Sleepily he asked, "Did you have fun?" One of his fingers had found my hole, intruded and was then offered to my mouth. This was the most sexual we had been with each other in years!

I divide the guys I fuck into guys who turn me on versus holes I fuck. If we hook up and we're really into one another, and you stay hard when I'm fucking you I will stroke your cock in time with my thrusts or just enjoy you jerking off with my cock in your ass all because feeling a bottom cumming while I'm fucking him is a huge bonus turn-on. If you're just a hole I fuck I don't care if you get hard or not, or if you cum or not, because I know you love being treated that way and you love being bred so much you can't get enough.

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Here's mine. Growing up, I was obsessed with wanting a HUGE cock. I really believed only men with 9 inch cocks were happy. It took several years before I found myself not only satisfied with my cock but proud of it. It isn't gonna rip you to pieces, but I think it'll fill you just the same.

i have a little different take on this. Speculating. Your cousin reads to me like a guy who is closeted Bi (at the very least) or gay and is homophobic. The only way he can experience his desire and attraction to men is by telling himself, and those he fucks, that he only "does it for money." That's his 'beard' so to speak. It may be that the fact he is so unsettled and has made kids with women but has never settled into a straight relationship... is because he's not straight and cannot/has not accepted that. Not to burst your bubble, but i don't think he's "superior" at all, i think he's a scared guy who has not come to terms with who and how he is. And, of course, i don't know this guy, just the way it looks to me. i'm a total bottom and i love Dom Men, but to me guys who call themselves "dom" and bully, force, are mean , are faux dom. They use those things to compensate, they're a big truck with plastic balls hanging from the tail gate. To me, a real Dom knows a sub wants/needs to submit and please and knows He wants to be in control and be pleased. To me, it's attraction of opposites, not superior. But i understand this is a very individual thing, psychological and emotional.

I always prelube my cunt and strip down to just a jockstrap or assless singlet. When I lived in Atlanta I had a reputation as a cumdump slut at the bars and sex clubs. It was known that I would take all cocks and loads. I would generally hang out in the darkrooms either bent over spreading my ass open or get on the fuck bench or hop in the sling.

THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.

Part 21 Colt rummaged around our bags as I layed face down on the dirty carpet. After all, Colt hadn't given me permission to move. He placed a couple dog bowls down next to me. In one, he placed a bunch of the scrambled eggs. In the other, he put 3 pancakes. He kept all the bacon for himself. I heard him put his food in the little microwave, and after a couple minutes he was sitting on the bed eating. "Hungry faggot?" He asked me. "Yes Sir." I replied. I was starving. "I want you to squat over the bowl of eggs." He said calmly, but with authority. I did as I was told, and it didn't take a genius to know what he was going to have me do next. "Now, push out all that cum, bitch. Your eggs need some sauce." He laughed. "And look me in the eyes while you do it." I honestly don't know why that made it extra humiliating, considering everything we've already done together. I mean, we've taken shits in front of each other for years. But the added element of shitting out not only his cum, but the three rapists cum onto the food he was going to make me eat, certainly upped the ante. I stared deeply into his emerald green eyes as I relaxed my hole and the cum started trickling out. This was followed a huge wet fart as cum and ass juice splattered into the bowl beneath me. I blushed, but Colt just gave a devilish smile and munched on bacon with a twinkle in his eye. I squeezed out more cum until there was nothing left inside me. "Let me see it pig." Colt instructed me. As I handed it to him, I could see the eggs covered with a thick layer of cum and ass juice. I guess not very much had leaked out from the rapists. Colt examined it closely before spitting in it a few times. Then, for good measure, he shot some snot out of each nostril before placing it back on the floor. It looked disgusting, which I'm sure is exactly what he wanted. "Now hand me the other bowl, bitch!" I gave him the one with the pancakes and he held it under his cock. After a few seconds, and some effort, he started pissing on top of them, moving his dick around, making sure they were well soaked. By the time he placed the bowl down next to the eggs, I could see the pancakes had soaked up all the piss they could, and there was extra. Colt just finished up his breakfast as he let me ponder the slop he was about to make me eat. When he was done, he grabbed a cup of coffee and a cigarette. "Now pig," he began, "there's a breakfast worthy of a piece of filth such as yourself. As soon as I light my smoke, you will start eating. You will have until I finish the cig to have eaten every, last, bite. And there had better not be even the tiniest speck of food left behind, or you will be very, very sorry!" He remained silent for a moment, before letting out menacing chuckle. He got off the bed and rummaged in the bags again. I could hear the slight clink of metal, and a moment later a handcuff was around my left wrist. He pulled it behind me and grabbed my right one, causing me to plant my face in the cheap motel rooms not so fresh carpet. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I wouldn't want it to be too easy for you babe." Colt sat back on the bed, grabbed his camera and sparked the lighter. As he held it up to the cigarette I used all my core strength to lift my upper body and just dove face first into the eggs. It was absolutely disgusting and I gagged a bit at first, but I started choking it down. There was no way I was going to let Colt get the best of me on this. "Look at the little piggy go." He laughed as he blew smoke on me. "Such a hungry little piggy. Snort for me piggy. Snort like the pig you are!" He demanded. I didn't even think twice, just immediately started snorting and grunting as I shoved my face in the bowl, much to Colt's delight. I rooted around like a pig in a trough, desperately trying to ingest every bit of the slimy eggs, and smearing the cum/snot/spit around my face as I did so. The entire time I did, I was grunting and snorting. I didn't even realize I was doing it. I was so lost in the act of trying to please Colt that it had become involuntary. When I thought I had gotten every bit of the egg mess, Colt reached down and grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and slammed it into the piss soaked pancakes. A new wetness covered my entire face as I became almost deranged in my desperation to complete my task to appease my Master. My cock was hard as a rock at this humiliation. The pancakes were somewhat easier to get down than the eggs were. They were so soggy I basically slurped them right up. Of course they didn't even taste like pancakes. They just tasted like piss. Colts piss. My Masters piss. Soon, they were gone and I was sucking up the liquid that was left until there was nothing left in the bowl. "Times up faggot!" Colt announced as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Now sit up!" I sat up, breathing heavily from my exertion. I could feel stuff running down my face, dripping onto my chest and the gross carpet I was kneeling on. Colt just laughed as he continued to film me. "You make such a pretty little piggy." He taunted me. "I can't wait to send this to Sarge. He's gonna love it!" I blushed at the thought. I don't know why. I mean, Sarge knows all our secrets. But I still blushed. And my hard cock throbbed. A point not lost on Colt. "Oh yea, you like that piggy. You like being humiliated. Your cock doesn't lie. Well don't worry. There's lots more in your future." I didn't doubt him. Colt got up and uncuffed my wrists before sitting back on the bed. He grabbed a pipe and lit the torch, inhaling, then exhaling a big cloud. "Clean your face off pig. Scrape off that slime with your fingers and eat it." He ordered me. He hit the pipe again as I did as I was told, and very quickly, I had as clean of a face as I possibly could. "Now, let's see how you did." Colt picked up the pancake bowl first and examined it closely. Then he showed it to me. It was spotless. "Good job pig." He commended me. My heart swelled with pride that I had pleased him. Then he picked up the egg bowl. I trembled slightly, as that was the more difficult one. I watched Colt's face closely as he examined it. An evil smile crossed his lips as he turned it toward me. My heart sank. "Do you see what I see?" He asked. I couldn't deny it. While I had tried my best, and had gotten almost every bit, around the edges I could see some egg crumbs and streaks of cum. I dropped my head in shame. "Yes, Sir. I do." I meekly replied. "And what did I tell you?" "That there had better not be anything left, Sir." "Or what faggot?" He continued. I hesitated for a second before answering. "Or I would be punished, Sir." Colt squatted down in front of me. He lifted my chin and looked me square in the eyes. Then he took his finger and scraped it along the side of the bowl, cleaning off anything that was left there. He pushed my mouth open and stuck his finger in. I did what I knew I should, and sucked his finger. He pushed it in and out of my mouth like a tiny cock. Colt leaned into my ear and whispered, "So tell me pig. What should I do?" His tongue started entering into my ear canal, sending shivers through my entire body. I moaned. "Tell me pig." He whispered again, his hot breath flaming my desire to please him in any way possible. "Punish me, Sir." I moaned as his tongue worked its magic. Colt just leaned back and looked into my eyes and smiled. Leaning forward, he gave me a little kiss on the lips. "Good boy." He said. "But first things first. We need a shower." He proclaimed. "Get in there and face the wall, spread eagle!" I did as ordered and Colt quickly followed. I heard the unmistakable sound of clippers buzzing, then felt them on my leg. My body tingled as Colt quickly removed all the hair from my legs. Which admittedly, wasn't that much. Colt was much harrier than me. He buzzed over my ass cheeks before comanding me to arch my back and spread my buttcheeks. The clippers did their work and I let out a little sigh when he buzzed over my anus. "Turn around." He instructed. I did and Colt just laughed at my erection sticking straight out. "God damn you're a pathetic faggot!" He worked quickly and efficiently removing all the hair on and under my arms and my crotch. Of course his manipulation of my cock and balls only made me harder. He stepped back, looked me over, and decided he was satisfied. He turned on the water to warm it up, then we climbed in. Of course, I had to wash Colt. A task I was only to happy to do as it allowed me to touch and feel every inch of his magnificent body. This led to a heavy make out session. When Colt was squeaky clean, we stepped out so I could dry him off. When that was done, Colt turned the shower back on. Cold this time. "Now wash yourself, slave!" He ordered me, handing me a razor and some shaving cream. "And make sure you're perfectly smooth. My little pussy bitch needs to be as smooth as a baby!" As he stepped back into the bedroom, I gingerly stepped back in the shower and gasped as the cold water hit me. I suppose I could have turned the water to warm, but somehow, I knew Colt would have found out, and I just didn't need to piss him off further. Besides, after a few seconds, I adjusted to the temperature. But never the less, I washed myself as quickly as I could, then shaved off every trace of stubble. I returned to the bedroom to find Colt waiting on the bed, hitting the pipe. Next to him was a wooden paddle. "Let me inspect you." He said. I stood next to the bed as my Master examined every inch of my now hairless teenage flesh. He didn't say a word, but seemed satisfied with the results. "Lay face down, legs over the edge of the bed." He instructed me, matter of factly. I assumed the position, my heart pounding in my chest. "I don't need to explain why you're being punished." He continued as he got off the bed. "You know how you failed." Colt turned the volume of the tv up high before picking up the paddle. "Now, this is going to be simple. I'm going to beat your ass until I'm satisfied. You will not be restrained or gagged. But you will not move or make a sound. You will take your punishment like a man. Am I clear, slave?" "Crystal, Sir!" I replied, feeling nervous sweat form on my brow. Colt did not respond. He simply raised up the paddle, and with his strong, bull like arms, brought it down with full force. I felt some of the most intense pain I had ever felt as my ass cheeks instantly started burning. I swear my eyes bugged out of my head, and I almost choked as the scream that wanted to escape me was buried in my throat. But I didn't scream. And I didn't move a muscle. I was determined to take whatever Colt had to dish out. And dish it out he did. Over and over he beat my ass with every fiber of his being. I have no idea how many times he struck me. I lost count as my head went to another realm. All I know is my body became ridged like stone, my jaw clenched shut, and tears started streaming out of my eyes as I took short, shallow, quick breaths in and out. But he did not totally break me. Eventually Colt dropped the paddle onto the bed next to me, and I let out a small sigh of relief knowing this torment had ended. I could feel his rough hands rubbing my now oh so tender and burning flesh. It stung like bees everywhere he touched me. Then, he took my hand and stood me up. He faced me toward him, wiped my tear streaked face, and gently kissed me on the lips before pulling me into him and embracing me in his huge arms. "I love you so much babe." He whispered into me ear. And that finally broke me. I started sobbing into his neck as he cradled me in his arms. He swayed back and forth, comforting me like I was a little child. "That's a good boy." He said soothingly. "Cry for daddy. Let it out babe. Let it all out." He stroked my head as I continued to blubber. Finally, my sobs subsided and Colt released men from his strong hold. Pushing me away, he looked at me. "You're so beautiful when I hurt you." Then he kissed each of my eyes, tasting the salty tears he had created before planting a deep kiss on me. "Now, we can go on with the rest of our day."

There's a bit of a subplot to this post - a lesson still to be learned by some guys - particularly the younger ones: Don't wait around to become the man you already sense you're meant to become. Even if you haven't been able to bring yourself to realizing your full depth and breadth of sexual fulfillment, keep working on it. The fact that some of you are here on BZ already - even if you're still sitting on the fence about where you fit in - should be a guidepost. Keep working on getting it sorted. Time is relative; as the years roll by, they become shorter and shorter. I know the clocks haven't realized this fact yet - so it may merely be a "head" thing, but it's real. Figure out where you fit in, and then jump into the writhing mass with both feet, don't look back, and become the men you were born to be. Life is fan-fukkin-tastic when we live it on our own terms.

VI. Confirmation A cold, clear dawn broke and the word went forth that preparations were to be made for a Mass of Confirmation. Auspiciously, the moon was to be full that night, another sign that the Powers of the Night had bestowed their blessing on the Initiate. The mood was festive and bustling as the Brothers scurried about preparing for the Feast. The Great Hall was festooned with garlands of nightshade and bittersweet. Long tables were laid with thickly wrought silverware and forged brass plates, each dish emblazoned with the Fraternal Greek letters: ΑΙΔΣ. The Brother Cooks busied themselves in the cavernous kitchens deep in the bowels of the House, roasting great slabs of stag, wild boar and other game. After a frantic day, the hush of dusk fell over the rambling stone complex. Finally the hour had arrived. The Acolytes descended first into the crypt, preparing the Chamber for the ceremony. The altar was polished to a fine sheen and fresh torches affixed to the walls. A winch handle was turned counterclockwise and, with a shriek of iron and a clash of chains, the sacred Sling of rough-sewn leather descended from the gloom of the arches above, until it halted, suspended in the center of the nave. The Brother Cantor began to lead the chant, followed in two lines by the gathered Brotherhood, clad in their finest robes. At the very end, flanked by the same two Guards who had forcefully overseen his Initiation, was the new Brother, beaming with pride and proceeding with a light stride, his limbs full of the manly vigor bestowed by the One, through the viral life pumping within. Gone entirely were the doubts and regrets that had plagued him before his initial Insemination. The Brothers descended the semicircular flights of stone stairs at either side of the narthex and took their places in the sanctuary. The Initiate was led forward and the High Priest, behind the altar, raised his arms in welcome, then leaned across the altar and offered a warm embrace, whispering “HAIL” in the young Novice’s ear. “We are gathered today to confirm our Brother’s new life and the irreversible dedication of his blood, body and soul to the Glory of the Powerful One and the Fellowship of the Holy Cock,” intoned the Priest. An altar server then brought forth the same sacred Coffer that had held the Test Kit, a lifetime ago. Lifting the lid, the Priest produced the slip of paper that the Brother Technician had delivered in the early hours of this blessed day. “A reading from the Word of our Lord and Master. The Congregation shall repeat after me: HIV-ONE INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST.” The Men chanted in a deep bass unison: “HIV-ONE INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST.” The Priest continued the Recitation: “VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT TWO POINT ONE MILLION COPIES PER MILLILITER.” And the Congregation responded: “VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT TWO POINT ONE MILLION COPIES PER MILLILITER.” The Priest concluded: “Praise be to the Dark Lord. Amen” And the Men too, their voices competing for the loudest and most praiseful note, intoned, “AMEN!!” “Herewith we bestow upon our Brother the Blessings of Manhood. For he has achieved the most sacred and treasured status HIV-POSITIVE. Forever shall it possess his Body. His former negative status is dead, sacrificed unto our Master for His glory.” The Guards then turned the Novice to face the gathered men, taking his robe from his shoulders to display him in his full nakedness. The weeks of rigorous training showed their glorious results. Here was a young man in his prime, with golden skin and the musculature of a Michelangelo sculpture. His radiant health laughed in the face of mortals who fear the Virus. The Brethren burst into spontaneous applause and the young man broke into a grin. His loins, too, showed their appreciation and his Member began its ascent into joyful turgidity. He was then led ceremoniously to the Sling, where the Guards laid him in position, his wrists and ankles firmly secured with thick leather straps. The Congregation drew nearer, gathering around for a close view. Emerging from the shadows was a Brother Artist, wheeling before him a cart of rough-hewn wood and forged brass rivets, laden with instruments and inks. He caressed the boy's hard young groin, feeling for the smooth, clean surface that had been designated for the Work. The Novice, in consultation with his Mentors, had made his selection from a richly endowed portfolio of sacred designs. Some were simple and stylized, a mere three intersecting, inward-facing semicircles. Others were intricately embedded in tribal designs, meant to turn broad shoulders and thickly muscled upper backs into a visual feast. A few younger Brothers, following the fashion of the times, opted for a Scorpion, evoking the poison sting with which He bestows his Blessing. But most, in respect for tradition, remained true to the Biohazard, the eternal symbol of our Clan and the central element of our Coat of Arms. Many examples in the book were specially revered in memory of departed Brothers who had proudly borne them until they passed below into the eternal sexual embrace of the One. The new Brother had opted for a bold and brazen badge, a good five inches in diameter. It would extend from just below his navel to where the root of his newly powerful Manhood sprouted proudly amid golden, lushly piled pubes – which the Artist now deftly shaved with a silver blade, exposing the skin for its inking. The Novice lay back in the Sling, bracing himself for the pain. The Guards pinned his shoulders down; one caressed his cheek and whispered words of courage in his ear, as the needle bore down and the Artist inflicted his excruciating wonders. Given the care and talent that went into the Inscribing, a good two hours passed before the beauty had been fully endowed. When it was completed, a fresh glory in blue and red against a crimson background of inflamed flesh, the Artist stood back and the Brothers strained to gaze on the glorious masterwork. The Biohazard shone like a beacon, drawing the eye to the boy's newly loaded weapon below it, which was thickening with pride. The men felt a power emanating from the fresh-inflicted ink, the Blessing of Him who now possessed this branded young body. Many a man’s Member swelled in lustful worship of the holiness embodied here. The restraints were loosened and the young Brother stood once again naked before his comrades, displaying a body still gloriously youthful but now marked forever. Tainted and no longer pristine in the eyes of the world -- but, to the enlightened gaze of the Brothers, endowed with a beauty beyond compare. (To be continued)

— Chris (dad) flashback I had always been a good Christian man, I waited till marriage, treated my son and wife well and made sure to go to church every day. That’s where I met Andrew. Andrew was a huge man, probably around 6’2 with a well muscled body, not of a body builder but more like someone who had done a lot of physical labor. He had his ears pierced and what looked like the holes for septum and lip piercings as well. He had tattoos on his hands and neck which lead me to assume that he had them all over his body. His type weren’t unheard of at the church, convicts who had found the lord in prison or the like. I was not given any details, but my priest asked me to help him adjust to the church and community. We first met over lunch where he told me that he was from New York. At some point we got onto the topic of his muscles. He offered to show me the ropes at the gym because I was on the scrawny side. When I saw him at the gym the next morning I was struck. He was wearing only a tight white tank top and running shorts. His body was covered in hair and tattoos and I could see his huge bulge. “Hey there chris you alright buddy” he asked “Yeah fine” I said shaking myself “Well let’s get to work then” he said slapping my ass as we walked inside the gym. Two hours later I was exhausted. “Wow I didn’t know I could be so tired” I said “Yeah I like to get nice and sore before work every morning” Andrew responded We were making our way over to the locker room when I saw that they were closed with an out of order sign. “Damn guess I’m gonna have to shower at home” Andrew said “Shit I don’t have time to go home and shower before work” I added “You’re welcome to come shower at mine Chris” Andrew responded “That would be great” As I walked into Andrew’s apartment I realized it was a lot nicer than I thought. I guess I had assumed he would live somewhere trashy but his apartment looked newly made and decorated. “Fuck” Andrew groaned taking off his sweaty tank top. “ I’ve only got one shower so I hope you don’t mind doubling up, don’t worry it’s plenty big” “Oh ok” I said as he pulled off his shorts revealing an overfull dirty jockstrap. “I’m gonna grab some water you go get it started, it’s just through the bedroom” Andrew said as he walked to the fridge I went through his bedroom into the bathroom and was surprised to find a full walk in shower with several shower heads and attachments. I nervously striped as I thought about all the other times I’d been naked with other guys. It had never phased me before, why now. After I pulled the last of my clothes off I was reminded why I was nervous as Andrew came into the bathroom. I realized that both of his nipples were pierced with large thick crescents. He smirked at me as he pulled off his jockstrap revealing a 7 inch flaccid cock with a giant piercing. It was resting on equally huge balls that swung as he walked. “You like what you see Chris” Andrew said as he grabbed my rock hard 7 inch cock “ha look you hard is the same as me soft, though I’m still thicker” “Um no im not gay” I stuttered out “Sure you aren’t” Andrew said as he bent down invading my mouth with his tongue. At the same time he slid one of his fingers into my asshole. I had never felt like this and began moaning into Andrew’s mouth as he pulled away. “Get in the shower now whore” he ordered to which I mindlessly followed “Bend over” he said as he pushed me down so my head was against the wall of the shower. “Now I’m going to clean you out, hold until I tell you to let go” Andrew said as he inserted something I couldn’t see into my hole. I felt a sudden pressure and fullness as my stomach began to fill. Andrew pulled the nozzle out of me and began pushing on my hairy gut. As he pushed I couldn’t help myself and let go releasing all the water. “I didn’t say let go faggot!” He screamed as he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. I was hit with a shocking pain but all I could do was moan. “ oh do you like that slut” Andrew said as he guided me out of the shower. Once we were out he pushed me to my knees where I was met face to face with his massive cock. It had grown to about 9 inches and still was only semi hard. “I think you know what to do," he said as his piercing touched my lips.

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

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

CHAPTER TWO For a couple of weeks after that first conversation, Pat and I became obsessed with getting knocked up. We read stories and posts on Breeding Zone for hours (and then fucked like animals), learning every sexy trick and every kinky tip we could so that we could start our journey. “I still don’t want anything up my ass,” he told me, adding “I love it when you lick me, but I don’t want to get fucked. That’s going to make it harder to get infected, right?" “It’s not just about fucking and cum. It also needs to get into the bloodstream,” I reminded him. Then I had an idea. “How about this: we get me royally fucked up, used by every sick and nasty fucker we can find until I’m infected. And then we rough up your dick, make a few scrapes or cuts so you’re bleeding, and then we bottle brush my ass so I’m bleeding, too.” His crotch was insanely huge by now, and he was smiling so vibrantly. “And then we will fuck and become one,” he concluded. “It’s kind of beautiful in a way, don’t you think?” I never realized how much of a romantic he was when we first met, when he just looked like an intense and studly construction worker who might be a little rough around the edges. Inside he was such a soft, but right now, one part of him most definitely wasn't soft. I slid closer to him, wrapped one arm around his waist while the other went into that crotch bulge. “I think it’s very romantic,” I told him. “It’s like we will become two parts of the same person.” We kissed and then he rested his forehead against mine, sighing contentedly. “I never thought I would feel like this. I barely knew this even existed. Getting married never came near to how close I feel to you.” His eyes were closed and his voice was quiet, tender. “I love you, too,” I told him, sensing that he’d been holding back just in case. I noticed his eyes were now open, so close to mine, staring deep into my soul. He was also smiling brighter than I’d ever seen before. “You love me?” “As if you even have to ask,” I chuckled. Suddenly his behavior changed, almost as if he was possessed. He lunged at me, we both fell back until he was on top of me, as he held my face in his two big hands. Between hard, wet tongue kisses, he moaned “I fucking love you, I fucking love you so much.” Hearing those words, coming from this beautiful man’s mouth, for me . . . that was a moment that would be forever etched in my mind. I never wanted to forget what it sounded like for Pat to tell me he loved me, although, in honestly it was very unlikely I would forget his declaration. I always considered myself on the good-looking side of average, while Pat’s on an entirely different level. I found it almost unfathomable that he would be so into me. But he was. Lucky me. Anyhow, now that we had a plan, we just needed to begin. Our first stop, in a moment of nostalgia, was the book store where we first hooked-up. Pat’s romantic idea. He wanted to fuck me in the same booth that I’d sucked him off. He also commented he was now kicking himself because he hadn’t fucked me on that occasion, so this was the opportunity to correct the error. We went on a busy Saturday night, the place was buzzing, so that was a good sign. We had to wait a while until we could get into ‘our booth’, so we just stood against the wall, making out and pawing each other like horny teenagers. Other guys walked around us, playfully swatting my ass or grabbing one of us, but we just took in the attention and tried to appear we welcomed it. We needed to convey we would be open to having others join us. Finally we got into our booth. Pat was a little nervous but excited as he told me to strip down to my jock strap. He had planned ahead and wore tear-away nylon trackies, so he quickly removed them but kept his tight tee shirt and boots on. I didn’t mind. While I love being shared, I wasn't necessarily over the moon at the idea of sharing my man. I knew it wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, we were there for me that night, and believe me, Pat's needs would be fully addressed, so there was nothing to worry about. We opened by my sucking his cock just enough to get his dick wet, and then he turned me around and entered my ass, grunting loudly how hot it was and how good it felt. We went all out and put on a good show for the guys in the ABS that night. While Pat nailed me from behind, he angled me closer to the glory hole on the left where a dick was poking through, ordering me to suck it, hoping the guys within hearing range would get the hint that he was in charge of me and that I would do whatever I was ordered. It was a nice dick to start off sucking, not small but not big. Just right to take down my throat, and soon I had a man moaning at both ends. Between the dude with his dick in my mouth and Pat, they were surely drawing us lots of attention. Pat slam fucked me, not holding anything back because he knew that if he tore me a little, my chances of infection were significantly higher. After about five minutes he reached behind himself and opened the door so that the guys wandering the halls or standing listening to our show could also watch. I glanced over my shoulder, to take a quick look before resuming sucking, and saw that there were at least half a dozen men stroking and drooling over us. Probably more that were out of my sight line. “You going to let us use your slut?” I heard one of the men ask Pat. “Fuck yeah, that’s what he’s here for. Trying to get him knocked up,” Pat grunted out. “Your bitch is open for business,” one of the other guys grunted. “Poz loads to the front of the line,” Pat panted. His thrusts were getting more urgent, until he gripped my hips especially tight and plunged in balls-deep, growling as he erupted. “Fucking take my load!” he ordered. I was about to pull off of the dick I was sucking to encourage Pat, but at that moment the dude on the other side of the glory hole started moaning and I knew that he was shooting, too, so I kept my suction up and drained his balls as Pat did the same in my ass. When they were done, I stood up, turned around and opened my mouth to show Pat I hadn't swallowed the guy’s load. A few of the guys outside the booth could also see as much. Then Pat and I kissed passionately, swapping the load back and forth until we’d swallowed it all. Then he gave my ass a squeeze, told me quietly that he loved me, and then turning back to the crowd asked “Who is poz?” Shockingly, every guy that I could see put his hand up. My lucky night. “Good, looks like you’re going to have some fun,” Pat laughed. I looked at the crowd of men and smiled. This is what I loved about book stores and bath houses - every man that I could see was just a regular guy. No pretty boys or high-on-themselves younger types. Just men needing to get their rocks off. And a few of them looked a little sickly, too, which is what Pat had been especially curious about. I knew that he would pick one of them to be the first in me, as indeed he did. Pat pointed to a man nearest the doorway and he immediately joined us in the rather cramped booth. Pat stood as far to the side as possible, still having a good angle to see my face and my ass when he wanted. The man who would be my first infector looked late 50’s, very skinny, definitely sickly looking. Or he was just a junkie. Either way, we knew he had tainted cum and that’s what we were there for. We didn’t bother with any preliminaries, the man just sunk his quite nice looking cock into my cum-lubed hole. I moaned out loud immediately. “Fucking right, this pig loves dick in him, doesn’t he?” he asked Pat. “More than anything,” Pat replied to him, his eyes locked on mine. We both knew that I loved him and his dick more than anything, but why ruin the mood with a little reality? These guys want me to be a filthy whore so that’s what I’ll be for them. “Well, my meds quit on me a while back and the doc has me on nothing right now, so you’re going to get a full charge from me tonight. You okay with that?” he asked, addressing both Pat and me. “Give it to him,” Pat encouraged. “Please, give me that fucked up seed!” I begged. “Poz me!” I demanded, sure that everyone in the book store could hear. And, for that matter, hoping any poz guy in the place would want a crack at me. He didn’t take long, (but then I doubted many of these guys would, if only because they’d all been jacking their dicks as they watched Pat fuck me. He’s hot enough that all of them were likely on the edge - just from his presence. The sick man gripped my hips tight with his bony fingers and grunted as I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Giving it to you, faggot. Take my disease!” he yelled as his balls drained. He let his dick in me for a minute as his balls finished emptying, and he sort of petted my back, telling me, “I fucking love giving it to chasing pigs like you. Makes fucking so much hotter and you’ve got a great ass to fuck.” With that he slipped out of me, stepped back and disappeared in the sea of men waiting their turn in me. “Who’s next?” Pat hollered. Still bent over, I glanced back over my shoulder to see that every man had his hand in the air. My stomach did flips, I was so excited. I was finally getting used the way I’d always dreamed about. And with this many men, it was certain to be a long and busy night. Just as I finished that thought, another hard cock slipped into my loosened and wet hole.

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

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No you are not weird allmof this is very sexy but can lead to complications id say do it and pay double to keep him quite is not good for him that family know he fuck holes that are not from a female

It's entirely logical that certain extended families, with some brilliant members - and a couple members of less-than average intelligence - exist. There's simply no reasonable excuse to vote for someone just because that person bears the same surname of brilliant relatives. Neither would I. Save it for the piss-boys, who deserve your piss far, far more.

I was visiting Vancouver, Canada(I live in Ontario) and I was scrolling through the 'most woofed' on Scruff enjoying the eye candy. Of course I always check to see if they bb. I fall a little bit in love with all who do. OK, not love, but definitely lust. A message from a profile with no picture arrived on my screen. "Hi". So I check out the anonymous profile. 29 years old. Hairy. Into daddy's. Even though it says he prefers condoms I decide to humor him. "Hi back son." I type. Immediately I can see he's typing. When they are short messages why does it feel like forever for the message to arrive? "Hi Daddy" followed by the cutest picture of him lying down cuddling a teddy bear. He's fully clothed... wtf! But he is very cute with a dark complexion and he sent the picture without being asked so it's my turn to type. "Sexy pic son, thanks. Would you like to see daddies private pics? Warning, they are NSFW." " Yes daddy! please!!!!!" I send a pic of me standing naked on a Mexican beach, one of my raging hard cock, one of me sucking my Brazilian fuck buddy's cock, and one of that same fuck buddies raw cock up my ass. Oh, and my favorite, my hole dripping a fresh load out of it." He's quick to respond. "You need to put your big cock in my mouth. And then I need your big daddy dick in my ass." I set him straight right away; "And you can put your raw cock in my ass, son." "But I only bottom daddy. Do you ever top? I need you to fuck my boy hole." My response; "Only at the end of a bathhouse visit, and preferably, when I have a few guys loads painting my gut walls 💦💦💦💦💦"(I love using emogies in chats) He sends a number of messages before I can respond From him in quick succession;"So you do play bb daddy." "I need you to breed me with your big raw cock." "I want you to be my poz daddy." (I guess he'd gone back to read my profile more closely. Either that or he just wanted to ease into this topic. ) I looked more closely at his profile and there it was, "chaser". So I wrote back; "I hadn't looked closely enough. I see you are a chaser 💦💦☣️💦💦💦☣️💦💦💦💦☣️" "You want me to fuck you raw and shoot my poz cum in your neg boy hole?" "You want me to infect you with my toxic poz cum?" "Yes daddy, and then you will own me. I'll be your slave. You can do whatever you want with me then. Take me away from my vanilla boring daddy. He's on PreP, but I'm not. He brings guys home to fuck me. But I want you to be my poz daddy. I want you to own me. " "Have you been a bad boy son? Have you let men breed your sweet young ass?" "Yes daddy. My boyfriend brings them home to me. But I assume he checks them out. Makes sure their safe. But I don't take PreP and I want your poz babies to get into my blood stream. Then I'll be yours forever. I've never cheated on him but I want to with you." Your getting the picture, he just went on begging me over and over to gift him and claim him as my slave. He wasn't about to take no as an answer. Even when I told him; " I'm not toxic. I have no intention of going off my medication. I don't want a slave. " "I beg you daddy. What about a blood slam. Put your tainted blood right into my veins. I need to be pozzed by you so badly. " I found his begging so fuckin hot that I started tantalizing him. "If I were going to poz you son, make you my slave, the first thing I'd order you to do is dump your boyfriends PreP and fill his bottles with dud pills. When the PreP is out of his system introduce me to him. Let me seduce him into a threesome. Let him breed me in front of you. Then I'll tell him real men take it up the ass. He'll protest but together we'll be persuasive. He'll agree to let me put the tip in, I'll lie and promise not to cum. When I'm close you'll help me hold him down until I blast poz cum into his negative macho ass. You'll help me stealth your boyfriend. " The kid ate this up. He loved it! He sank right into my dark fantasy. This egged him on and he begged me relentlessly to drop my meds and gift him. This turned me on with it's deep perversion. I decided maybe it was time to meet in person. I told him I would under two conditions. 1) He bb fuck me first. 2) He pump two of his boy negative loads into me before I 'poz' him. He was too caught up in his own excitement to remember I'm undetectable. I wasn't about to remind him if I was going to get his loads. ... to be continued

Downtown Saturday at a sports bar, when I got a message on Growlr from a Hot Top who I followed him over to is hotel. He saw I was also poz but undetectable in the profile so no need to discuss. Tall dark & handsome who knew how to fuck. An Alpha man with a thick 8" uncut cock gave me two loads and, on my way, out... great night.

And the lawsuits have started. This is from Corey Silverstein - one of the top adult industry lawyers… xHamster, Chaturbate and Aylo all have the money to fight these lawsuits. (Aylo also owns sites like Sean Cody, Men.com and Reality Dudes). So it's good that they're the ones being sued, not little players like me. And it explains why I've taken such drastic steps - I do not want to be the test case… But the bottom line here is that if you voted for Paxton (or guys like him) - then you caused this mess. If your friends and family voted for Paxton (etc) then they caused this mess. You get the government you vote for. Politics really do matter. Who you vote for matters. Voting for the lesser of two evils really does make a difference.

i don't remember ever getting hard while getting fucked - my dick does leak a lot though .. i figure all the blood goes to my ass and that's one of the reasons it feels so fucking good! never had a top question why i wasn't hard ..

I (54) have an open relationship with my boy, Drew (23). Our relationship is purely physical. We’re both horny 24/7. We don’t get jealous. If I come home to find another Daddy nutting in Drew’s ass I watch until he’s shot his load then I fuck my load up Drew’s wet hole. Same goes if I’m fucking one of Drew’s mates, he will join in. We share a bed and yeah, I breed him most days but we also group fuck at least once a week. I love watching other men breed Drew's ass.

I’ve had 58 loads fucked into me and swallowed 5 (far more cock down my throat though).

Last sunday at a Berlin club i sucked 52 dicks in 3 hours.....no kidding. Famous Lab. oratory naked sex party.....incredible experience

Broke the 100 load mark this week. Now at 111 loads from 101 different cocks. Need more...

It might have once or twice 🤔

I arrived at the bathhouse around 10 p.m.. I went straight to the sling and climbed aboard. I decided to wear nothing but a leather chest harness and a blindfold. The harness had a small pouch attached which I kept poppers in. I sniffed them in liberally. By 11 p.m. I already had five loads lubricating my ass. There was no way I was going to let the bear and his scorpion tattoo friend have the honour of being first to breed me. When they arrived there was a line of tops waiting their turn. My ass hardly had a moments rest before the next raw cock would be in it after I received another breeding. Three more guys bred me in quick succession before the bear’s friend with his scorpion tattoo got to me. “Finally, I get to breed your wimpy ass.” He called out as he reached me. I removed the blindfold to confirm it was him. I invited anyone with long fingernails to scratch up my gut walls before I would let him slide on in. The bear played along, the other’s didn’t need to know I was already poz. Besides, I wanted to be sure they all got a close look at the tattoo, a chance to know I was inviting his sting ‘to take’. Five guys, including the bear, reached in my ass to cut my gut walls as I inhaled poppers over and over again. I was totally spun out by the time he got a chance to claim my hole with his big poz dick. “Poz me up man. Give me your scorpion sting.” I called this out loudly to hold the audience. It worked as a dozen guys crowded in to get the best view of his raw poz cock invading my sloppy ass. He fucked me with no mercy. My head was spinning enough that I hardly noticed this, but I was fully aware and flying high on the crowd cheering us on. My exhibitionist self running the show. I don’t know how long he pounded me before he called out for all to hear. “I’m close. I’m going to breed you with my toxic juice , knock you up.” I followed him by calling to the crowd; “What do you guys think? Should I let this fucker breed and convert me?” A chorus of “Fuck yeah!”, “Knock him up”, “Fuckin poz him”, and such cat calls filled the air. This brought him over the top. I couldn’t feel the spray on my gut walls, but the convulsions of his tool were unmistakable. That’s when I saw the phone. One of the audience had video tapped this breeding. Maybe the show wasn’t over. “Let me see that, please.” The guy with the phone was backing away cautiously, he looked scared shitless. “You’re not in trouble, I’m not angry with you, I just want to see the video.” It was a fucking fantastic video clip. It caught the scorpion tattoo as well as the raw cock going into my hole. It caught every word that was said. It was also crystal clear that he had orgasmed deep in my ass. As delighted as I was with the clip my breeder was livid. He tried to grab the guy’s phone away from him. “You can’t have a fucking phone in here! Give me that God damn phone, or I’ll go to the front desk and get you tossed out of here on your ass.” “Hold your horses here. It’s not that bad. He didn’t get either of our faces. What’s the harm? Besides we could increase our fun.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You want the video gone. Right?” “Fuck yeah.” “Well, I want a copy of it. Let’s make a wager. I doubt you got infected and that scorpion tattoo from topping?” “It’s none of your business!” The bear chimed in, "Come on slut, you know I fucked, bred and pozed your sorry ass." These words were directed at his friend with the scorpion tattoo. Then he directed his words to me. "He’s as much a pussy bottom as he is a top no matter what he tries to make you believe." “Here’s the wager. We each offer up our asses for the next half hour. If I take more loads up the ass then you, he keeps his phone, and sends me a copy of the video clip. If you take more loads than me then he’ll erase the clip right here so you can go home happy.” I looked at the guy with the phone, “Does that work with you bud?” “Awe … yeah … I guess so.” “That thing has a timer, right?” “Yeah” “Set the alarm for thirty minutes. You in on this mister toxic scorpion?” “Only if I get the sling.” “Good enough. Don’t start the clock until he is in this sling and I’m leaning against that wall with my cummy ass ready and waiting.” I climbed out, he climbed in. I leaned against the wall and pulled my ass cheeks apart. The guy with the phone called out “GO”. In a split second we both had cocks entering our asses. Mine slid right in balls deep, I was so well lubricated. He was dry and it took a bit of time for his top to get in. My top went right into pounding me. Nothing I hadn’t experienced earlier in the evening. Scorpion cried out he needed time to adjust, time for his ass to relax. By the time he said he was ready I was already receiving my first breeding. With that start his guy was pretty cautious and didn’t get right into it when Scorpion begged him to speed up; “pound me hard man, breed my ass, fast.” His top finally hollered out his orgasm. By then I had three loads on board, only ten minutes had elapsed. “Three to your one, you gonna concede this now, or keep goin? The more time and the more cocks I ride the happier I’ll be, it’s up to you.” “Fuck you man, I’m not conceding anything.” We were both already being fucked by new tops. With his ass prelubricated the next guy was immediately into the hilt and pounding away. In the next ten minutes he took five loads to my three. We were tied. “Your turn to concede bud. You can’t break this tie in ten minutes.” “If I’m goin down, I’m goin down tryin. Come on guys, keep those raw cocks cuming!” I was so busy with one guy after the other shooting their loads as they slid in, or just after two or three strokes that I had no idea how scorpion was doing. I was up seven new loads. He had to be taking them as fast or faster than me, which I didn’t think was possible, but he was up eight loads and there was just one minute left. That’s when a guy that had been vigorously stroking his rod pushed it into me unloading as he went. Tie game. We were down to the wire. That’s when the guy with the phone bulldozed into my ass, pumped about five times and blasted his man juice into me. The alarm sounded about ten seconds before scorpion received his last load from his friend the bear, my co-lead in the play, the guy that had indeed knocked me up. I stood and turned from the wall as a few guys high fived me. The guy with the phone took my name and phone number assuring me he’d Whatsapp the clip to me ASAP. Scorpion was making moves to get out of the sling. I called to the closest guys, “Please give me a hand and keep him in that contraption.” Four guys stepped in to help secure his hands and feet in stirrups. I called to the guy with the phone “Record this for me.” I got down and started feltching out his sloppy hole. When I had a mouthful, I moved up and snowballed two of his captors. As I looked in his face, I showed him the cum left in my mouth and then made a show of swallowing every remaining drop. I moved back to his ass filling my mouth once again. This was snowballed to my other two helpers. He tried to look away, but I grabbed his chin and turned him to see what was left in my mouth and then I savored swallowing small portions until my mouth was empty. Again, I returned my mouth to his cum filled rectum, sucking the load mix out until my cheeks bulged. I moved up to within inches of his face and spat the entire mouthful. He hadn’t had time to close his eyes and they turned bloodshot instantly. High fiving as I made my way back between his legs I pushed on in with my naked cock. He groaned as I bottomed out. It felt fantastic on my bare rod to be in his hot cummy ass. “So, you concede now?” “You won fair and square.” “So I get a bonus? To fuck and breed you?” “Yes please, be my guest.” “Have you four guys bred me yet?” to my helpers. One said he had. “How be you three fuck me while I give it to this guy?” I had barely finished the sentence when the biggest of the tree cocks was pistoning away, it felt so amazing to have the extra help driving me deeper into scorpion. After about twenty strokes he said he was close and asked where I wanted his load, “Don’t ask , just paint my fuckin guts man.” I could hardly keep from cumming myself as he unloaded in me, but I wanted this show to last ‘til scorpion watched another two loads deposited in my ass bank. The next top was a compact hairy cub who slid in me deep and hugged his hairy torso to my back. His hot sweaty body was so fucking erotic, again I was afraid I couldn’t hold off my tingling balls. When I leaned over to kiss my scorpion bottom the cub just rode on my back causing him to push into me even deeper. More than he could handle he moaned as he released shooting rope after rope to join the toxic mix already in me. Number three lined up and slowly sank his snake into my eager ass. We got a great train fuck rhythm going. This lasted about ten minutes when my bottom started begging for my “last negative load”. “You want it up your ass, or down your throat?” “You won; you decide.” As he spoke, number three started to groan as his cock convulsed in my now very sensitive ass. I wanted the crowd and the video to see me cum, so I pulled out and had guys help scorpion out of the sling and kneeling on the slippery floor. As I approached, he opened his mouth and swallowed my sword to the hilt. I grabbed his hair and face fucked him as he gagged and sputtered. I soon knew I couldn’t hold off. I let the first blast slosh directly down his throat and pulled out for the rest. Each volley plastered his nose, cheeks, eyes and hair with thick rivulets off my baby making juices. He started to wipe his face and pushed some more cum into his bloodshot eye. He screamed in pain as tears flowed freely. “What the fuck man? cum shouldn’t hurt this much.” “What about poz cum? You ever had that in your eyes before?” “But your negative, my load couldn’t infect you that fast.” “Who said I was negative bud, I converted last week. That’s some toxic shit you just pushed in your eye.” Turning to the guys with the camara, “Did you get all that?” “Fuck yeah, that was so hot! I didn’t miss a thing, you and your friends are going to get off on this, better than any porn I’ve ever seen.” At this point the last voice I expected to hear was from scorpion; “So, when do we play next, why don’t you come home with me.” The bear spoke next, “Yeah what a great idea, and I have a better bar.” “Fuck guys, you two are unbelievable. I have an idea. Come to my show night after next.” The excited bear; “So you are coming back to let me breed you on stage. Great!” “Yup, I’m going to return to the play. Hey cub, yeah you; I’ll give you comp tickets for two nights from now if you’ll come back with us after the show to the bear’s house. I hope you are negative.” He affirmed that he was indeed negative and just tested last week. “Great. I’ll knock you up while the other two take turns breeding my poz ass. Everybody in?” The cub ran over and planted a kiss square on my lips. “I’ll take that as a yes. You scorpion?” “Fuck yeah you poz cum slut, fuckin A.” “You bear? You in?” “You couldn’t keep me away. Fuck Yeah.”

I've been chatting to a guy for a while and he told me he like breeding young twink he is 53. After we chatted he told me that he has 2 stad but he doesn't know if he is poz or not. I went to his place a few days ago and he was very rough and fucked me raw and came a huge load in me. This morning my hole has been very very itchy. I texted him about it and he said good boy that is gono. I felt turned on but scared. Should I meet him again? Who had gono before?

Stop fetishizing men of color.

Always try to suck it out of my ass. No worries if it's dirty.

CHAPTER FOUR By the time the weekend rolled around, I was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. The only thing that would make this group setting hotter were for the guys to be poz, but having a bunch of construction hunks working me over? Still a dream come true, status or not. Pat had confirmation from eight of the guy. Not as many as he’d originally thought, but a few chickened out last minute -which is to be expected with straight guys wondering how far they’re willing to go for a fuck. A couple others had commitments come up that they couldn’t get out of. Still, eight men plus Pat are more than enough to give my pig hole a good pounding. He set it up for mid-afternoon, figuring that even if the guys got done with me within a few hours, we’d still have time to post some ads for poz guys or hit a book store or bathhouse afterwards. Pat went to the motel alone and told me he would text me when all of the guys arrived so that I could walk in to a full room of horny men needing to be serviced. I didn’t even care that I was sporting a major bulge in my pants as I walked to the room. There was no way to help it. As soon as I walked in the room, the men all stared at me. I was surprised that they were all still dressed. I guess for a bunch of straight guys, standing around naked wasn’t something they were comfortable with. I actually felt my stomach drop a little -I just knew that this wasn’t going to turn out as hot as I’d hoped. They were probably just going to open their pants, fuck me, blow their load, and take off. Still, I pasted a smile on my face, walked up to Pat, got on my knees and fished his growing dick out of his pants. Hopefully if I put on a good enough show, they’ll get into it. And luckily they did. As soon as I got Pat’s beautiful meat in my mouth, I felt someone behind me, grabbing my ass. I’d only worn my standard nylon trackies, commando, so they would have easy access. And the man behind me easily slipped my pants down to my ankles and, with no ceremony, began to slid his cock into my awaiting hole. “Fuck, he’s already wet,” he gasped loudly for the other guys to hear. “Did you fuck him earlier?” he asked Pat. Pat laughed. “Fuck yeah, we fuck every day,” he told him. "Gave him a couple of loads before lunch," he added proudly. “Damn, ass feels better than I thought it would,” the man grunted, beginning to really pump me now. His dick was nice, about as long as Pat’s but thicker, so I was feeling a nice stretch. Now the other guys were starting to get into it. Slowly they all began to take the bulges out of their pants, and their cocks were free to jack in front of them until they got a turn in me. Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and guided one of the other men to take his place. I didn’t get a look at him, really, but I had barely registered any of them when I walked into the room. I have to admit that, while I have eyes for cock (and a nice butt to eat), I really only have eyes for Pat. So when I walked into the room, he’s the only man I saw. The rest were just cocks. The man in my ass began to pound me hard and fast and I braced myself for the big load I knew he was going to deliver into me. And wow, was it ever big. It felt like he was pissing! He held inside me for over a minute, sort of petting my lower back as we stood joined. “You got a lot in you, buddy,” he told me. “My wife’s been out of town visiting her mother for a couple of weeks. That’s a big two-week load you got in you,” he said, giving my ass a slap before extracting his shrinking cock. Quickly, I pulled off of the cock I was sucking and spun around, taking the man’s cock in my mouth to clean him off, while I shoved my ass towards the dick I’d gotten wet and ready. So, the second man sank into me as I nursed the first fucker’s cock, milking out every drop before he finally stepped back and allowed another man at my mouth. The guys were all a little stunned that I sucked the cock straight out of my hole, but I guess seeing how slutty it made me, and just knowing how piggy they thought it was, it just got them more in the mood to fuck me like a real motel room whore. The next three hours went just like that. Each of them took a couple of turns on my ass and mouth, but I was happy that all of the men agreed to only put their loads in my ass. While I like a mouthful of cum every now and again, it’s just more satisfying to me to get it up the ass. None of that pesky stomach acid destroying any other gifts they might be delivering. I guess all it really takes to get straight men to lighten up is take their load. Greedily, too. They could see how much I wanted it, and in that environment, everything just turns animal. It’s just men fucking. Doesn’t matter who or what they’re fucking, they are just doing what evolution has programmed them to do. All in all, by six thirty that Saturday evening my hole had received seventeen loads from Pat’s construction crew buddies, not counting the two from Pat earlier in the day that had lubed my hole. He walked the guys out and, as he closed the door behind him, he turned and leaned on it, grinning at me. “That was fucking hot,” he said. “But I bet you’re ready for some more, aren’t you?” All of that cum in me had only fueled my hunger, and I felt insatiable. I would take on a thousand men in the mood I was in. “You have no idea,” I told him, almost in a pant. My heart was pounding and my breathing was coming almost in gasps. I felt desperate. “Hang on, I need to piss, and then I’ll hop online and see if we can find you some poz dick for that hole,” he laughed, heading to the bathroom. In just my jock strap now, I followed him in. As soon as he pulled his cock out of his pants, I grabbed his dick and guided him over to the bathtub where I climbed in and looked up at him. He started laughing and shaking his dick at me. “You want my piss? Want me to piss all over you? Fuck, you’re extra piggy today,” he laughed. “Fine, might as well go all in, then,” he added before going back out into the room and getting my trackies and tee shirt. He tossed them to me. “Put ‘em on,” he instructed. Once I was fully dressed, he began to piss on me. Starting from the top of my head, he then aimed directly into my mouth, where I swallowed as much as I could, and then he hosed me down over my chest, stomach, and then concentrated on my crotch, wetting my nylon pants until they were shiny and soaked. So there I was, with an ass full of cum -which was rapidly oozing out of my well-fucked hole- and fully clothed, drenched in piss. I’d never felt like such a pig in my life. I also couldn’t remember being so horny, either. Pat could see it just by looking in my eyes. “You need it bad, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You’re gone into full-on whore mode.” He was not laughing now, as he could see and practically feel my hunger. He told me to wait in the tub and let the excess piss drain off of me while he went to see if he could find anyone to fuck me. Less than five minutes later I heard the door close and Pat returned with someone. I could hear the other man’s voice. “I found you some more dick,” he called to me. “Come and get it, piss pig.” I think he was feeling the same energy that I was, because he was starting to get into the verbal that he knows I enjoy so much. I walked out of the bathroom, still soaked in his piss, and saw Pat standing next to a man I recognized as a pimp. I’d seen him with a few of his girls just outside of the motel entrance. He was taller than me. Black. Grungy looking, tough and mean looking, but the way he was grabbing his crotch told me was into it. “Tony here has seen, and heard, us fucking in here ever since I started renting this room,” Pat told me. “He’s straight, only ever fucks his whores, but he thinks you must be a big whore. I told him that you are a big whore. And a good one.” I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This was surreal. It’s not that I was attracted to this man -he wasn’t even remotely attractive, especially standing next to a stud like Pat. But knowing that he’s a pimp, and only fucks his skanky whores, it just made things that much sleazier. And so much hotter! I couldn’t help but wonder if he was infected with anything. “Come on, bitch, I gotta get back out there and keep an eye on my business,” he growled at me. “Suck it and get it wet,” he instructed, pulling his very long looking dick out of his dirty pants. At only half-mast, this pimp was sporting about eight inches. I dropped to my knees at his feet and began to give him a good tongue bath that had in grunting in no time. His crotch smelled very musky, like he hadn’t showered in a day or two. And his cock, well, that kept growing in my mouth. Fuck, he wasn’t too thick, but he’d grown to at least eleven inches, perhaps twelve. He didn’t let me suck him long -this wasn’t a seduction, after all. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked me off of his cock and shoved me towards the bed, where I landed on all fours. He grabbed a handful of the back of my trackies and yanked them down. Quickly he slammed balls deep into me. Out of all of the men who fucked me today, this pimp was by far the roughest, not to mention he had the biggest dick. This was a man who was used to treating whoever he stuck his dick into like nothing but trash. Practically inanimate objects, just vessels to be filled. As soon as the man entered me, Pat rushed around to my front and watched me with concerned eyes. Sure, he wanted to make this as memorable and dirty as possible, but he clearly was worried this pimp was going to hurt me. Despite the man who was basically punishing my hole, staring up into Pat’s eyes, we were the only two men in the room. His eyes never left mine, but he did reach down and hold my hands on the dingy bedspread. When the pimp was getting close, he grabbed my hips really hard. It was painful as he dug his dirty nails into my skin. “Where you want this stuff? You want it up that faggot kunt?” he panted. “Dump it up his ass!” Pat ordered him. “Breed me!” I begged. “Fucking sluttier than any of my girls, the number of guys I saw leaving this room today. Should be making money with this hot fucking ass,” he said through gritted teeth. I guess I should be flattered that he was actually enjoying my ass, but still all I could see was Pat, and all I wanted was cum. “You really want my load? Huh, bitch? Didn’t even ask me about no condoms or anything? You that big a fuckin’ whore?” he yelled at me. “I don’t care, breed me!” I yelled. Pat was now smiling huge as we listened to this guy insinuating that he might be infected. I wanted to bend lower and take his cock into my mouth again, but he pulled my head up instead, and our lips locked while the pimp finished off with my ass. “Look at the two faggots kissing,” the pimp said. “Fine, you get what you deserve, fucking fags. You want AIDS? I’ll give you fuckin’ AIDS. Take it! Here it fucking comes you bitchwhorekunt!” he roared, ramming balls-deep into me and spray painting my insides with his venomous seed. As soon as he finished cumming he literally yanked his dick out of my hole with a loud sloppy wet popping sound. “Clean this motherfuckin’ dick like a good bitch supposed to do,” he instructed. I removed my lips from Pats and turned around to lick the big piece of meat clean. I was stunned when I saw his still engorged cock swaying in front of me. His dick was covered in blood. Mixed with all of that cum, yes, but it wasn’t pink. It was red. He’d torn me up good. My heart was pounding again, really hard, as I licked him clean. And I was stunned again when I felt Pat’s tongue at my hole -licking my blood as it oozed out of my damaged hole. I finished with the pimp, he slapped me lightly on the side of the head to tell me he’d had enough, and then he stuffed his still semi-hard cock back into his pants. “You ever want to make a few bucks, you come see me,” he said before disappearing out the door. I’d never felt so cheap and used in my entire life. Nothing I’d ever done before at the book stores or bathhouses compared. This was as low as I’d ever sunk. And I was still turned-the-fuck-ON. Of course, that could have something to do with the insane rimming that Pat was giving my ass. This was the first time he’d actually rimmed me -thought I’d done him plenty of times before. I think this was it for him, too. The moment when we truly surrendered to the calling for cum, for us being true pigs, for HIV and AIDS. Judging by the way he held my ass, a cheek tight in each hand, and his face mashed as hard into me as he could get it, he was all in. When he finally came up for air, he was panting loudly. I spun around and just lunged at him. I needed to kiss him. His entire mouth area was covered in my blood and a mixture of all of those loads. Our tongues invaded each other’s mouths as our arms pulled us as close as we could get. And feeling that we were both rock hard, I knew that this day was far from over. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the day that I would get infected. That we get infected. Maybe I already am. And maybe so is Pat. Before I had time to give it much thought, Pat pulled away and hopped off the side of the bed. He grinned at me and said, "I've got another surprise for you . . ."