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Hot quick stop. I parked up, a block away from this spot, where I see taxi drivers parked up at night. There is a small park at the bottom of a cliff, with big trees and a creek, not much lighting. While crossing the road, I saw a built, bald guy in the shadows. He walked to the back of the park, behind hedge. I walked up the rough gravel track that leads to the hedge. The track also goes up the back of the creek, along the bottom of the cliff. It’s a cool night, good for hoodies and track pants. I walked around the hedge, I see the guy is taking a piss, I guess he is just a taxi driver taking a piss on his dinner break. He is well built, and I don’t want to make a move, just in case he is just a taxi driver. This guy, you would never start anything with him. I walked past him and up the track, pause for a minute and walk back, waiting for him to finish his piss and walk away. When I walk back, he’s still standing in the same place, but turned around with his cock out, just standing there, in the, “it’s not going to suck itself” pose. I walk over and he starts stroking his semi. He reaches out and feels for my cock in my track pants. I pull down the front of my trackies, and flop my almost fully hard cock out. We shamelessly stroke each other's cocks and rub them to fully hard. He gets down on his knees and goes to town on my cock for a minute, I did not pick him for a cock sucker. I get him to stand up and I return the favour. His cock gets my head spinning. His cock is a decent size and matches his rugby player build. I pull his trackies down around his knees so I can rub his muscle-ass with both hands while he face fucks me. He pulls me up and turns around. I rub my cock up and down his crack. He adjusts his position to give me full access. I grab my tube of lube out and treat my cock and his crack. In no time, I am fully in and he is reaching back to pull my hips in deep. We fuck frantically for a minute, we are trying to get a good position on the uneven ground and get a good pace. He is a couple inches taller and 30 pounds bigger than me. He is a real rugby stud. I push his hoodie up his back, his pants are down to his ankles. I do the same for me, unzipping my hoodie, I fucken love full skin to skin contact. He is jerking himself hard. He just wants as much as he can get, as fast as possible. I bear hug him, and hold him close. I whisper in his ear, do you want my cum in you? I don’t know what he says, but he pulls my hips in deep. We keep fucking for another couple of minutes, It’s too cold to sweat, but we are going hard. I can tell he is getting close, he is jerking while I fuck him. My greedy cock is in him and my hands are exploring all his skin and muscles. I get close to blowing, my breathing is getting short, he knows I am getting close. I growl “fuck yeah”, in his ear, he holds my hips in, to get my cock as deep as it can get. I blast my load into him. He holds me in for a minute with one of his strong hands, holding me in while he’s shooting his own load. My cock feels great and I am high on rugby player testosterone. We pull our pants up, and get our clothes together. We walk back around from behind the hedge. I let him go ahead of me. I get a better view of him, he is a well build stud. We walk past some other dude on the park bench - he knows what’s up in the park. I feel fucking great. I walk back to my truck and start driving home. A block later, I see my rugby guy under the full street lights.

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.

Here comes the sex **************************************** Mike aske Jeff a few questions then gave him some instructions before driving home to pick up some documents, shower and pack two suitcases one with a few changes of clothes the other with some equipment. The he dressed in his best suit and drove to Jeff’s hotel meeting him out front as the bell boy took custody of his suitcases. “Did you get them?: Mike asked as they drove to one of the nicer wedding chapels just off the strip. “Yep! Two wedding bands, a matching necklace and a matching bracelet, platinum because gold is just SO tacky” came the cheeky reply. He was dressed in a much nicer suit than Mike was with the top two shirt buttons undone and no tie The walked in, presented the proper documents and in a surprisingly short time were standing before a minister (Jeff was slightly disappointed he was not dressed like Elvis) They exchanged rings and got to the “You may smooch on each other” part then Mike stood straighter and said “Kneel” Jeff sank to his knees looking up “Do you accept my Dominance in our relationship? Committing yourself to obey and serve me?” Mike asked “I do” Jeff said and Mike put the necklace around his neck, locking the clasp. “Do you promise to guide and control with a steady hand and to respect my limits?” he asked “I do” Mike said extending his wrist for Jeff to clasp the bracelet on him. The minister took all this in stride and wished them luck as they left. A quick drive back to the hotel later Jeff lead Mike past the elevator banks to a small single door elevator he called with a pass key. The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. Jeff moved to step out but Mike held him back, sweeping the smaller man up in his arms and carrying him out while kissing him hard. When Mike set him down his entire demeanor changed “You will stand there and not move or speak till given permission. Nod if you understand” Jeff’s eyes went wide but he nodded. Mike too the larger of his suitcases from the foyer and opened it on the couch pulling out a black sheet and throwing it over a large. square, cushioned ottoman then threading a leather strap under it behind the legs and attaching a leather loop to each end. Returning to Jeff he walked him to the ottoman and said “Lay over this knees on the ground hands through the loops we are not going to tighten them but you will not pull your hands out. Nod if you understand”. Jeff nodded and obeyed Mike stepped in front of him “Look at me” he ordered as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening cock slowly stroking it his balls big even in proportion to HIS cock hanging low and moving up and down with his motion as Jeff’s eyes followed them “We are not going to make love tonight, We have the rest of our life for that. I’m going to take your virginity and do my best to infect you with my bug. This will be painful for you because we are not using any lube but my precum. I don’t want anything between my virus and your bloodstream. Nod if you understand and consent to this and know I won’t stop once you do” Jeff hesitated the sight of Mike fully dressed his cock and balls hanging out of his fly dripping toxic pre mesmerizing him then he slowly nodded “Good boy” Mike said as a huge drop of pre formed at the tip of his cock “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” he ordered letting the drop fall “now swallow then kiss the cock that is going to poz you” smirking down as Jeff obeyed Mike stepped behind his boy taking a small knife from his case and carefully slitting open the seam on a pair of pants that probably cost more than his house payment tossing the knife back in the case then ripping them open with his hands exposing Jeff’s beautiful vulnerable ass before reaching under to pull his boy's hard cock back pointing it down the side of the ottoman so he could see it. Jeff had a proportionate cock a little less than seven inches he would guess. Stroking himself to full dripping hardness he coated his fingers with pre and roughly pushed one then two fingers up the tight pink pucker twisting them as his boy moaned “Say goodbye to your virginity and your life without my DNA in your blood” Mike said as he placed the head of his cock at the hole and started to apply pressure slowly pushing the hole coaxing it to open for him with little “push push relax” motions his pre coating and slicking his way till the head popped in along with a couple inches. Jeff grunted and stiffened his muscles tensed “This is happening on way or the other now.” Mike said running a finger up and down Jeff’s still rock hard cock “There is no way you are getting me out of you. You can stay rigid and make me conquer your hole or you can relax and make it a little easier on yourself. I actually prefer you stay tense and tight, It’s more fun for me to force your hole to submit and you know I like causing sexual pain” then he chuckled as Jeff’s shoulders and back slowly relaxed. Mike took it slowly groaning at the tightness of Jeff's virgin hole, working his way in till his cock hit Jeff’s inner barrier “I have about 3 inches to go” he said “Nod if you want it fast to get it all in” Jeff nodded “As you wish” Mike said as he backed out a few inches putting his hands on Jeff’s shoulders then pulling back as he thrust in hard bursting past the barrier and fully into Jeff’s guts, Jeff let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream and Mike felt something wet on his leg realizing Jeff was cuming, “My Boy likes pain” Mike said happily as he started to slide in and out watching Jeff’s body twitch each time he pushed past the inner sphincter his huge balls slapping the length oh his boy’s cock with each stroke building up speed and pressure till “Here it comes Boy, here comes my poz load to change your life forever” pushing in to the hilt and feeling his cock spurt eight individual wads of virus laden cum into the hottest celebrity in the world. Collapsing across Jeffs back Mike gasped for air slowly catching his breath still rock hard inside his new husband eventually fucking him and breeding him twice more keeping his promise to “Fuck him till he couldn't walk then fuck him again then again” before he finally pulled out of the gaping hole reaching into his case for a buttplug and shoving it in to keep his cum from leaking out. Looking down he saw what looked like a full cup of cum running down the sheet and pooling beneath Jeff's cock “You can talk now Jeff. How many times did you cum?” he said helping him stand then just carrying him to the bedroom. “I think I lost count at 9” he said “My balls hurt as much as my ass” though his cock bounced still hard. Mike helped him out of the ruins of his suit then stripped himself, helping him into the shower before joining him and washing them both, drying them both and carrying Jeff to bed. “I love you Mike” Jeff said as Mike slipped under the covers pulling the smaller man against him and wrapping him in his arms “I love you too Jeff” Mike said and realized he really did.

my first load ever, licked it clean after

Back to the boy When I walked in the front door of the house I was hoping my dad was not back. Wearing only a pink thong with cum dripping out the sides of my but plug would be hard to explain. To my shock not only was my father in the house, he was standing in front of the door wearing only a leather harness, boots, and a leather jockstrap that had the codpiece removed and the thick metal chain locked around his neck. I was in awe at his body. He was covered in hair and tattoos with his harness perfectly framing his huge pecs and nipples which were pierced with large thick crescent rings. His cock was in a small metal cage the had a lock going through the head of his penis. He casually asked “hi son how was your hookup?” As if it were a normal question. “Umm pretty good I guess” I responded “I’d say it looks like it” he said as he came up pushing his body against mine and reaching his fingers around to my hole. He brought the cum covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. “Hmm delicious, were you doing t son” he asked “Uh maybe” I responded still unsure of what to do “How’d you like it, me personally I love it, turns me into a total cumslut. Even more than normal” he said chuckling as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the living room. “Looks like you’re going to need a bigger plug to keep that load in son” he said pushing on my loose plug. “I thought I might have some old ones that would fit you but for now let’s get that load deep in you” he bent over the chest in front of the couch and I saw a massive plug in his hole. He pulled out two dildos. One maybe 20 inches long and thick and another about ten inches and a little less thick. He stuck them to the top of the chest and pulled out a pipe from a side table drawer. “You ever smoked before son” he asked to which I shook my head “It’s not that hard but I’ll shotgun your first few hits” he said as he held a lighter under the pipe till white clouds began to form. He inhaled them then came up to me and pushed his mouth to mine his thick beard scratching my face as his fat tongue invaded my mouth. He pushed the smoke into my lungs as we made out. “You like making out with your old man huh” he said as he pulled away. We repeated this until the pipe was empty making out longer and longer each time. “Alright now let’s get these loads deep in us” he said pulling out his massive butt plug and setting it down. He then lined the massive 20in dildo up with his hole and sat down taking almost the entire length in one go. “ cmon son it feels amazing” he moaned out “ just take it with all the meth you’ve done it’ll be easy” I pulled out my buttplug and pulled my thong to the side. As I felt the tip of the dildo on my hole a shock went through me and I pushed down. It felt amazing stretching me out. “Atta boy” my dad said while he rode his own dildo and turned on the tv. More porn came on but this time it was only two men. One huge god of a man and another smaller one that I realized was my father. “This here is the video of me losing my virginity son” he moaned out “ it was the start of my life” I was transfixed on the screen watching the human god fuck my dad. Waves of pleasure flowed through me but I soon realized I couldn’t take more then about seven inches “Looks like you reached your second hole son” my dad said between panted breaths. “I want more” I moaned out. “Oh I know sweetheart don’t worry daddy will help you” he said standing up in front of me his locked cock in my face. I licked out getting a drop of his precum on my tongue. He put his hands on my shoulders before pushing me down hard. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my ass hit the chest and I knew I took the dildo balls deep. As it broke through my second hole I shot a giant load into the front of my thong “Good job son” my dad said as he bent down to kiss me “Now you can’t stop now you gotta make sure none of the cum you got will slip out. Sluts like us can never waste a real man’s cum” dad said as he remounted his own dildo and continued to ride. After about 30 minutes he shot his load and it dribbled out of his cage. “Alright son I think that’s enough for tonight let’s get you to bed” he said as he pulled me off the dildo and walked me to my room. As he laid me in my bed he took my thong off and sucked my cum off it. “ I’ll be taking this now good night son” he said with a kiss to my forehead.

Yesterday (Easter Sunday) everything is mostly shut - so figured the Luton Greenhouse Sauna would be good since it is one of the few options available. It was Bear's Sunday (last sunday of the month) and I got there about 3pm. The crowd was on the older side and skewing more to hippo than bear, but as afternoon turned to early evening things improved a lot. Upstairs, drinking a beer watching the porn, I noticed someone was eyeing me up. This guy had what I would describe as a rugby player type build. Not lean muscle but heavy muscle under a layer of insulation. Enough to make his frame look impressive but with a softer contour - without the hard knobbly bits. So the chase is on. He leaves the room with a glance back to follow, but by the time I wend my way around the occupants to exit I can't see where he went... so I wander a bit and can't see him anywhere. I guess he's in a private room with someone else. A bit later he's back in the porn room making eyes again so this time I'm more ready - it's me who leaves and signals him to follow. Only this time all the private rooms are taken... so we end up in one of the rooms with a big viewing window for guys to watch. He's clearly not bothered either and we quickly get lost in each other and forget about everyone else. Now, I'm a little reticent as I'm just back from Berlin and still a bit bruised from past shenanigans at Lab. and The Bull. Fortunately he's endowed long and not too girthy but it's hard as steel. And he knows how to use it... After several switches in position and technique he tells me he's gonna shoot, so I ask him to shoot deep inside... After a few final violent thrusts he's done and we break to see a crowd of faces peering through the window. We agree on a shower and a beer in the bar. We chat over a beer and swap anecdotes about the sauna and some of the guys. I'm ready to relax in the jacuzzi so I head there and get settled. After a few minutes he comes and joins me - and it's obvious he is up for round two. Here's where I am glad I use vaseline as it stays in place in the jacuzzi and doesn't wash off. We fucked in there for a bit, but the other occupants didn't seem too happy, so we headed to the darkroom behind the jacuzzi and continued the fun there. Much like before he just had an insatiable appetite and kept going - position after position. Some of the other guys in the darkroom wanted to join in and I am sure one did at some point as it felt very different for a while - both the shape and the technique. In the end I was quite sore and asked if he was close. He grinned and said he'd plant it deep again. And he did. Now I was really done - there wasn't going to be a round three for sure! Today everything is quite sore and bruised - and a constant reminder of a fun Easter Sunday.

part 3 He pulled his dick out of my ass, and quickly replaced it with a buttplug. He fitted a gag in my mouth and left me. I laid there for what seemed like a hour (probably only 5-10 minutes) before he came back in whit 3 other naked guys, all as muscular as my master was and all tattooed from head to toe. And all with massive dicks like master. I just laid there, unable to move, more horny and high then I have ever been. Master took something from a shelf and moved to my dick. It was then I noticed that I was not hard, my dick looked so small. Master began fitting, what I noticed to be a cage in my, and rose agin to stand whit his friends looking down at me. “Do you think he will do for the plan?” Master asked. “oh fuck, yes he will do just fine” one of the guys said. “Can’t wait to get up in that ass” “Just go ahead” master said. and they did. The 4 guys took their time fucking me hard and cumming in my ass. When they all had fucked me once they took a break. I got untied, they took the gag of me. Still laying on the bed and a new bigger plug in my ass. The guys was sitting on a leather sofa looking at me smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and talking. I was still horny as fuck, on the bed and started playing whit the plug. The guys noticed and laughed. “Can you see why I picked this pig?” Master said. All the guys chimed in. One of the guys stood up, walked over to me, took a hold of my collar and pulled me up to him and kissed me. He lifted me up in his strong arm and walked back over to the sofa, sat down and placed me on his lap. We kissed some more and I got to really admire his body. It was so sexy. Out of the blue he stopped, picked me up again placed me on my knees on the floor and walked away. A second after he came back whit a set of handcuffs and a headgear whit some kind of funnel. He took and looked my hands behind my back and began putting the headgear on me, the funnel had a gag he placed in my mouth. “I got to piss” he said in a whispered in my ear. I got more horny hearing that. Then he stud in front of me and began to piss in the funnel. The other guys stood from the sofa and began flocking around us. When the guy was done the next step in and began pissing. They each took a turn. I loved every second of it. When they were done I was higher and full! More to come

I sat in awe as my father walked up to master and began to kiss him. Master reached around during the kiss and finger fucked my dads hairy hole til he was moaning like a whore. After a minute master pushed him off and looked down at me. “Open your mouth slut it was a long drive and I need to piss.” He said removing his codpiece to expose a massive cock with a spiked PA and ampallang. His cock had to be seven inches soft. He began to piss in the direction of my mouth but most of it was spraying all over so I tried to move up to take his head into my mouth. “I didn’t say you could suck my cock faggot” he screamed kicking me to the ground as he continued to piss on me. “Lick it up” he yelled as I began to lick his piss from the floor. As I was doing so I heard sucking behind me and saw master throatfucking my father. After a few minutes master pulled out. “Please master he can wait I need you in me so badly it’s been too long since I’ve had your seed” my father begged. Master spit in his face before turning to me. I knew what was coming and presented my ass to him. His cock was now fully hard and nearing 12 inches. “Tell me what you want faggot” he said “Your cock master” I begged as I felt his hands around my waist “What kind of cock” he asked “Your poz cock master I want your poz cock” I begged as I felt his head on my hole “And what do you want my poz cock to do slut” “Get me pregnant with your strain and make me yours master” I screamed out as master plunged into my in one hard push. I felt my guts being torn apart and could do nothing about it. He was destroying my hole and I had no drugs to lessen the pain. “Oh I forgot to give u a bump” master said with a laugh “oh well I’ll just give u double before your next load how does that sound faggot” he said into my ear He continued to tear apart my hole for what felt like hours until he leaned down and asked me. “Do you want to be mine for the rest of your life” “Yes master” I cried out through the pain “Good boy” he moaned into my ear before fully pulling out the. Slamming back in and blowing his load inside my inner hole.

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)

Today out cycling. Young guy (23) on Sniffies hit me up and was less than 200 feet away. Wanted me to come by for a quickie. I rode down the street to find him standing in his doorway. He had me come in and dropped his pants. I was on my knees in a second. He fucked my face hard and rough. His phone rang and he told me to be really quiet while he answered it. I could hear both sides of the conversation. It was his mom telling him what food she was picking up to bring home to him in a few minutes. Naturally, I kept sucking the whole time. He got off the phone, demanded I tell him what a little cocksucking faggot I was, slapped my face a few times and got very excited when he saw that I liked it. So excited that he grabbed my head and forced his cock all the way down my throat and shot a huge load. Start to finish, I was probably in and out in less than 10 minutes. A perfect quick stop, but left me wanting another.

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)

We were at my wife’s parent’s for the Easter long weekend. Late Sunday afternoon I had foolishly drank two cups of ‘full test’ coffee. I was so bored with the conversation I knew I needed to do something or I’d have fallen asleep. Her parents really didn’t like me so an afternoon nap was not an option. By 11 p.m. everyone had gone to bed and was sound asleep. My wife was breathing deeply, she was dead to the world. The last thing my eyes wanted to do was close and for the past half hour I had failed to convince them otherwise. I stopped fighting them and quietly got up grabbing my jeans and t shirt. I sleep naked but figured it would be safe to get downstairs before pulling these clothes on. As I suspected their was no one around so I went to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a couple fingers of scotch. I stood at the front window sipping away and taking in the empty cul-de-sac. The booze quickly warmed me throughout and gave me a bit of a buzz. I pulled on the jeans and my sandals, threw the t over my shoulder and set out for a bit of a walk. It was unseasonably warm. The night air felt great on my bare chest and shoulders. My spirits soared as I walked and I began to regret that I hadn’t brought along another stiff drink to celebrate this feeling of freedom. About a block away from my in-laws house a Tesla Uber pulled up to the curb just ahead of me. The back door opened and I heard a resonant deep voice say; “You sure you don’t want to come in? I’d love to give you a special big tip.” I presumed it was the drivers voice that responded with a laugh; “Thanks bud, but I’m going to pass for tonight. Take care.” The passenger, a guy about my age, early thirties, emerged from the car which was now beside me. He must have just noticed me as the door closed and the Tesla sped off. “Oh, Hi. Not often a handsome guy like you is walking my street this late. What’s up?” “Oh, just visiting the in-laws down the street, couldn’t sleep. Though I’d catch some fresh air.” I responded. “Cool. I live right here.” He pointed to a nice bungalow. “Why not come in and join me for a drink?” I’m as straight as they come but have always liked the look of a fit 1970’s Tom Selick look alike. And I don’t know why it registers so high on my radar, but I noticed two or three extra button’s were open on his shirt revealing a thickly haired muscular chest. All the same I demurred. “Thanks, but I probably should get back.” “Oh, come on. You look pretty damn wide awake and I suspect nobody else is back at your in-laws. Just one drink.” I relented. He ushered me into his beautifully manicured back garden complete with a big deck and 8 person hot tub. He turned on the landscape lighting, took the lid off the hot tub and as he slipped inside encouraged me to hop on in. Again, I ignored his generous invitation and sat on a comfy deck chair. I contemplated put on my t but tossed it aside while kicking off my sandles. He soon came back out with a tray of six filled shoot glasses. His shirt was now completely open, he set the tray on a side table, removed his shirt and sat with the table between us. He passed me a shot glass and said, “I hope you like tequila.” We clinked the glasses in a toast and he said. “Chin, chin.” We chugged the tequila and the second glass was passed to me. “To chance encounters.” I toasted this time and again we quickly chugged. I was now more than tipsy and watched as he bounced out of his chair and slipped out of his pants. He stood before me stark naked with a semi-erected 8 inches, passed me the third shot glass and said, “Come join me in the tub.” I protested; “But I don’t have a swimsuit.” “Fuck that. My neighbours are all asleep. Besides they’ve seen many naked men engaged in more than a soak here.” He grinned. I gingerly got up and shyly dropped my jeans. I was quite surprised to find I was sporting a hard seven inches. I tried to cover myself as I joined him in the tub. He just laughed. “So, I take it you are gay?” I queried. “I take it you are not?” he queried back with a huge grin. “Yup.” I responded quickly. He moved over beside me and grabbed my fully erect dick. “This seems to be contradicting what you say.” His grin was from ear to ear. I just sat there and blushed. “Sit up here on the edge.” He motioned with his free hand and I was too drunk by now to protest. I sat on the edge of the tub. He opened my legs and moved in between them. He bent over and vacuumed in my boner with his luscious lips. I was instantly in boner heaven, no woman had ever done this to me. Then a light went on in his neighbour’s house and I did the best to jump away. We both sat back into the tub, but this time with no pretense to distance our naked bodies from one another. “Don’t worry, she’s seen me fuck and get fucked many times before. Besides if she wanted to watch she would have kept her light off.” “So, the stories are true.” I stated. “What stories, that we gay guys are promiscuous?” “Fuck yeah! We straight guys are jealous.” “No need to be, just learn to follow your dick.” His hand was firmly wrapped around mine again. “So how many guys have you been with in the last year, heck month?” I wondered. “How many do you think?” he fired back. “Two, maybe three?”, me. “Fuck man. There were four different guys just on Friday night alone.” “What the fuck?” I swore. “That’s nothing. 10 to 20 per week. 50 to 80 per month. Times twelve is probably over a thousand per year.” “Fuck man. You are seriously addicted.” Deep concern tinging my voice. “Addicted to cock and cum. Yup, that would be me as well as all my gay friends.” “I guess I get cock, I mean you are gay. But cum?” “Of course, preferably in the mouth or up the ass?” “Your’s or his …. Theirs …. Your mouth ... or their ass?” I was bewildered. “Both. Mostly I top, My preference is to breed them. But when the chemistry calls and I haven’t had a load in me for a while ….” “But what about condoms? Don’t you practice ‘safe sex?’” “I haven’t used one of those, or had one used in me for the last ten years. Nobody uses those anymore except you prisoner straight guys.” “So, you are telling me you have been sharing intimate bodily fluids with about 10,000 different guys?” I was astounded. “More or less.” He brushed the comment off like he was talking about what brand of toilet paper he like. “But you check before you fuck …. Um …. Get fucked don’t you?” “Why would I bother with that?” I hadn’t noticed but one of his hands had worked under my ass and a finger was starting to probe my hole. “What do you think you are doing?!” I cried as I tried to move away. His hand around my hard cock held me fast. “Finger fuckin your straight ass lad. Maybe you don’t need to stay jealous.” “I … I …. I…” stuttered from my frightened lips. He jumped out of the tub pulling me with him. He first pulled me to his bar where he poured and we gulped down two more tequila each. We dripped our way into his master bedroom and he threw me on my back on his bed. I instinctively worked my naked ass to the edge of the bed and raised my legs. ‘What the fuck was I thinking, I wasn’t, it must have been all the booze.’ His short cropped beard was soon scratching my ass hole before he started to rim me like the expert with over ten thousand notches on his belt he was. I was delirious with sexual excitement like I had never experienced before. Soon his tongue was slipping deeper and deeper in and out of my hole. “Fuck me!” I heard myself moan. He quickly stood and aimed his huge cock at my hole. It had now swollen to ten solid inches. “No, no, not literally. Not with that monster.” I panicked “And definitely not without a condom.” It was as if he calmed instantly, “So you are saying ‘if I wear a condom’ you will let me fuck your virgin straight ass?” “Um, no …. awe, no!” I should have left it at that but my drunken tonged wagged; “And you don’t have condoms anyway.” He went to his dresser, opened a top drawer and riffed through it while saying; “I might just have one here.” Why I hadn’t lowered my legs still doesn’t make sense to me. He came back with a little brown bottle in one hand and a condom package hanging out of his lips. He gave me the bottle after uncapping it and began to open the package with his teeth. “Breath that in deep, here, let me show you.” He did so, passed me the bottle, and as I snorted three in hails per nostril he stretched the rubber over his freakin big cock. Then he greased it up with Vaseline and aimed it at my hole. His words asked; “Are you sure about this?” but his eyes said you’re getting it no matter what. The rubber head breached my ass ring and I was in overwhelming pain. He coached me to breath deep and gave me more poppers. The pain continued the deeper he got. I felt I was being torn in two. His hand was over my mouth muffling my screams. He just seadily pushed on in for what felt like ten minutes. It was probably only two at most. Then it was as if something snapped inside me and the pain disappeared. I looked down and I was fully impaled. He saw the change in my face and said “Aw, ha.” As he pulled out of me he said, “Just what I thought. The condom broke, it was too small and too old.” He was already jettisoning it to the floor. Without a word he aimed back into me. I pushed him away with my feet and hands. “Not without a condom you don’t” “But you felt how much better skin on skin is when the condom broke.” “Fuck. Is that what changed so fast?” “Let me show you.” “No way …. Well maybe … but only if you can prove you are safe and you can’t do that … so” why couldn't I control my drunken tongue? “As a matter of fact I have the paperwork from my latest std tests from just last week.” “You are fucking kidding me. It’s after mid-night April fools, right?” “Looks like you are the fool.” He had retrieved them from a desk. It was hard to see in the dim light and with my boozy head but it looked like the right date and there was a red stamp across the document, “ALL CLEAR”. I rolled my eyes and soon enough his raw cock head was breaching my hole. It hurt at first, but not as much as with the rubber. And very quickly the pain transformed into pure pleasure. His huge cock was into the hilt before I remembered to blurt. “But, don’t cum in me. Please don’t cum.” “Whatever you say.” And with that he started fucking in and out of me. My moans betrayed the joy and delight I was experiencing. After a half hour and three different positions he leaned into my ear. “I’m getting close.” “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop! This is fuckin amazing!” He collapsed on top and deep inside me. I could tell by the wild look on his face and the warmth filling my gut that he was in full orgasmic state. He was pumping convulsion after rope after squirt of cum deep into me. “Fuck, just when I thought it couldn’t get better. You just bred my virgin straight ass didn’t you.” “It’s no longer, straight, nor virgin, and I didn’t just breed it, I knocked it up! April fools!” “What do you mean ‘knocked it up’?” There was a pregnant pause before I spoke again. “Haha, right, April fools. You just said that to scare the fuck out of me.” “Nope fool. The paperwork I showed you was the April fool. I borrowed it from a friend. Here is mine.” He retrieved similar papers from the desk and turned on the bedside light so I could read them easily. I don’t know where he got it from but his drivers licence was with the papers. I could confirm the name and address. HIV Poz with a huge viral load. “You just knowingly pozzed my virgin married ass?” “Like I said bud, it is no longer straight or virgin. And as for how your wife is going to deal with it being poz, that’s not my worry.” I bolted as fast as I could. I just grabbed my jeans from the back garden and was still pulling them on as I ran barefoot down the side walk. Half way down the block I stopped in my tracks, fastened my jeans and pulled up the fly. My hands first went to my head as I spun in a circle looking up into the sky. Next one of my hands reached into the back of my jeans and a finger found my sloppy hole. I pulled the finger out and licked it clean, thinking “What the fuck have I done?! What the fuck do I do now?!”

My fuckboy Drew loves Daddy’s scent and being used ruff. I planned to give him what he wanted last night. I wore my jockstrap all week and didn’t shower for 4 days. I’m a manual worker so I sweat a lot and my balls smell manly as fuck. I grabbed hold of Drew and cuffed his hands behind his back and forced an open mouth gag on him. As well as my stinking jock I was wearing my heaviest, thickest chrome cockring - like a thick donut. I put him on my bed on his back, rubbed my sweaty jock over his face so he could smell it good. I was hard as fuck so I dropped my jock and shoved my cock balls beep down his throat, grinding my stinking balls over his nose so all he could smell was my sweaty balls. I pounded my cockring on his mouth. He had no control over how deep I went cuz the gag was holding his mouth wide open. I fucked my lad’s mouth hard - I wanted to to see him drooling and listen to him choking on my shaft. I fucked his mouth hard like I was using his arse. I came strong and shot my seed deep in his throat. Man it was hot hearing him choke on my sperm. He loves serving his dad and I fucking love using him ruff.

8 loads I think…. I kinda lost count. I got off work on a Saturday night. My FB, BBC who is 9”, says I need a quickie, cum over now. I’m there in 5 minutes. I had not had sex in 2 weeks and my hole was super hungry. I’m ass up face down taking 9” of bbc as he is watching porn on phone and it lays on my back as he steadily rocks in and out. Pulling my hole out and the going back in, lubing my hole every now and then with spit. Pulling all the way out and skidding all the way in steady motion. He unloads with a soft..”fuck…” and pulls out, I dress and split. I Texted my bull he’s mixed Hawaiian guy 29yo with a 7” next and he comes over. Thought he would be the the last action I get. I’m on my knees and suck him hard and when he’s ready which is usually 3 minutes later, “turn around” and without lube he’s opening me up with my throat goo and sliding that raw fuck meat in my cunt. Lucky thing the bbc opened me up. Then it’s 1 hour of brutal hole edging and pulling at the tip of my pussy lips. Stretching and pounding and pulling my pussy apart. My hole is wet, bruised and gapping after he leaves. I go online and announce my lubed and used hole is ready for any anon unloading. There is another hot 24yo Asian twink hosting a cumdump at a hotel in Waikiki on sniffles at the same time and already has 30 invitees… my hopes are shattered on getting any more… after all I’m 56. But the nights young and it’s only 6p and already had 2 so I’m happy…… (more to cum)

Second day (11 March) Next time I was full of official commitments all day. I finished around 6 pm and decided to go to hunt. I grabbed my phone, opened sniffies. I didn’t want a simple one-on-one fun, I was eager for a restroom cruising. At home, I only had light oral fun in restrooms but I wanted to fuck there. Thanks to the sniffies, I found the Mary Brickell Village FedEx restroom. I decided to go there. It was a wise decision. Everything happened just like it does in the movies. We stood at the urinal with a sexy, bearded thirty something Latino(ish) guy, started to jerk, then we reached over and he started to suck me. But we kept getting interrupted, so we went to a secluded restroom (as I realized later that was the real close-to-FedEx restroom). The Latino was giving a good blow job, and then he started to suck me when a young black guy came in. Then two of us were sucked by the Latino, and soon I was sucking them. And when I was sucking the black one, the Latino guy pulled my trousers and boxes down, spitted in his hand, made my hole wet and pushed his cock in. Then he started to fuck me, and he was doing this until he came. OMG my first restroom breeding just happened. I couldn’t imagine that it was real. Then we went outside, but both of us went back in again several times, for a second round but every time we were interrupted. But slowly everything eventually calmed down and he started to fuck me again. Then another black guy came in. He only was watching this, but he didn't do anything but watch. But that probably made it even hotter. Not only for me but the Latino guy as well. And damn he bred me again. Amazing feeling, I was bred twice within an hour in a restroom. Then I tried again, but it didn't work, so I started walking home and that's when a Cuban guy texted me on the sniffies. He was versatile and wanted to have sex very eagerly. He said he needed my cock. I told him that I would be top with pleasure because I already was fucked twice and I had two doses in me. Then he became more excited and said in that case he would fuck me first. He asked me to wait for a while, because he had to clarify with his friend if he wanted to visit him. Because we could meet only when he left. But not much later he texted again, I could come. He stayed far from me, but after a 20 minutes drive by Lyft I was there. As it started, it was a sensual fuck. First we kissed and pampered each other, gave to each other mild nipple play, etc. After that he pushed me down to my knees and made it obvious that he wanted to suck him. He was a black Cuban guy with all the stereotypes about the cock size. I sniffed my poppers deeply and started to accomplish the challenge. My saliva was floating everywhere but made his cock slippery enough. Then he ordered me to the bed and I could feel his tongue. After he rinmed me thoroughly, his fingers came. One, two, three, four, five. And finally his cock. Poppers, poppers, poppers. He was very gentle but only in the first couple of minutes. Then he started to fuck me. I was crying but in the same time was in the heaven. He fucked me long. When he (!) needed some break. Then he said, his friend texted him that he would arrive within 10-15 minutes. Should I leave? - asked him. He replied: Fuck no, he also wanted to fuck you. Fuck yeah it was a great day. His friend, a Latino hairy guy arrived right from the work. The host went to prepare himself and I started to talk with the friend while he was undressing. He had an exciting mansmell. I felt that because my face was in his hairy and sweaty armpit soon. He praised me how nice I sniffed deeply his armpit smell and licked it soaked. Not much later I repeated it with his pubes. Soon, his cock was in my mouth. Then the host joined us. I sucked both of them. After that they spit roasted me for a long time. Only their positions were changed from time to time. Once when the host fucked me, the friend went behind him and started to finger him, then fuck him. After a while we changed the positions. They finished my usage and the host started to suck the friend. I positioned myself behind him. Started to eat his ass and then fuck him. He was so loose that I fisted him for short time. Then the friend said he needed to breed me, jumped behind me and deposited his load. The host said we had to finish because it was late and everyone seemed to be tired. I assumed I had to dress up but he said before I leave he wanted to add his load to his friend’s dose. So he gave me a quick last fuck and while he was moaning he filled me with his seed. Fuck yeah, it was my second full day, and I was over two fistfuck, fucked with five guys, was bred four times. I hoped, maybe guessed that my visit wouldn’t be boring but I never dreamed it would happen. Especially not right in the first days. And then I didn’t know yet that it was only the beginning (even if some days would be less busy).

When I woke up I had a strange feeling of fullness. I felt my ass hole and realized that there was now a larger plug in it. I also noticed that my cock was now caged as well just like my dads. As I got out of bed to go to the bathroom I saw that the shower wouldn’t turn on. I decided to just get dressed only to find all of my clothes gone. I decided that after last night clothes weren’t really necessary and walked down to the kitchen naked. I saw my dad standing there nude as well wearing only the chain around his neck and his cage. “Good morning son” he said as he walked up and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I desperately sucked on his mouth until he pulled away. “How’d you like your cage” he said as he grabbed and shook my locked cock. “Looks like it fits right” “It feels nice” I said “Good do you want some breakfast” he said sliding a plate towards me. He also placed a glass half full with a clear liquid. “Now that I know your a druggie whore I don’t need to hide it in your food and water anymore, that’s GHB it’s why you’ve been extra slutty since you got here, drink up” daddy said. I should’ve been shocked but instead I just obediently drank down the foul tasting liquid. “Do you have any plans today son” daddy asked “None yet” I said feeling slightly dizzy from the drug “Good your step father gets home today and he wants to convert you as soon as possible so we’ll spend the day getting you ready.” “What do you mean convert me” I asked as dad led me to a door I’d never been through. “He’s going to give you HIV just like he did me” he said casually I stopped dead in my tracks “ you have hiv” I asked in shock “Yes of course I do, I’m a bottom slave just like you’ll be” he said “ it’s how master marks us as his.” He pushed me forward “But hiv is bad” I said “You’re a bottom slut aren’t you son” he said looking down into my eyes “I guess” “And last night you took some strangers load without any thought of protection” “Yeah” I said nervously “See sluts like us are bound to get hiv so you just have to ask would you rather get it from some stranger or from your family.” He said “My family I guess” “Exactly now you understand” he said happily as he continued to lead me into the basement. “Now we’ll spend the rest of the day getting you just how master likes, he’s really looking forward to meeting you.” Dad said “I’ve already been slipping you drugs to weaken your immune system so his seed will take easier now it’s just cosmetics we need to change” he said as we came into the basement. It was a large red and black room with several benches and what looked like hammocks. I saw at one end of the room was a man in a full leather bodysuit chained to a bench with two fucking machines going at his mouth and hole. “Who’s that” I asked “Oh just one of master’s pay pigs, some pathetic faggot who pays master to leave him chained up and humiliated.” Dad said with a hint of bitterness “Oh ok” I said as dad led me into a large bathroom. It had a large walk-in shower with three head and hoses, there were several cupboards but no toilets which I thought was weird. My dad leaned over into one of the cupboards and pulled out what looked like a lotion bottle. “Alright son this is the only part I can’t help you with, this is nair” he said “ master likes his slaves hairy but since your not his slave yet you need to be hairless, don’t worry it’s only temporary and once you test positive we’ll get you on steroids and your hair will grow back like crazy” he handed me the bottle and motioned me to the shower. I rubbed the nair all over and waited as it began to tingle. “Alright son that should be long enough rinse off now” my dad said as I turned on the shower heads. Once I was rinsed off my dad got into the with me and turned me around inspecting me for hair. “Good job son, you're totally hairless.” He said as he ripped my butt plug out of me to which I moaned in response. “Now normally master likes his sex dirty but so that his seed takes better we’ll need to clean you out” dad said as he picked up a hose and bent me over. He slowly inserted the hose into me before I felt the water begin to fill me. “Hold onto it son I’ll let you know when to release” he said as he pushed the hose deeper into me past my second hole. I could feel my stomach expanding and felt like I was about to pop when dad pulled the hose out and told me to release. After a few more times the water came out clear and daddy declared me clean. “Good job son now it’s time for the finishing touches.” He said as he reached into the cupboards and pulled out two bags that looked like IVs “ now master love bottoms with big balls and we love to make master happy don’t we son” I nodded obediently “Good now come over here” he said as he connected a needle to one of the bags “This is gonna hurt a bit but don’t worry it’s definitely worth it.” He said as he grabbed my balls and inserted the needle in. It hurt like hell but then had a strange feeling as the cold liquid began to flow in. Dad inserted a needle into his sack as well before explaining “ this is saline, it’s perfectly healthy and will go away in a few days.” He then pulled out some small suction cups and placed the on my nipples. “These will get your nipples nice and puffy” We wait for a while as I watched our sacks slowly inflated till they were pulled completely tight. “Good looks like we’re full, and just in time master should be home soon.” Dad said as he led me back upstairs. My giant balls made walking feel weird. Once we got to the door my father handed me a white lace thong that did little to cover my massive balls and told me to sit and wait. About an hour later the door opened and a god of a man walked inside. He was 6’6 at least and was dressed in tight chaps and a leather codpiece with large military boots. He wore only a leather vest that showed off his massive hairy and tattooed chest. His pecs were massive, even bigger than my fathers with bigger piercings to match. He had a giant septum piercing above his thick beard. His head was fully shave and shining. “It’s good to meet you son, you ready for the start of your new life.” Master said

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.

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 went down to Vault on one of the naked Thursdays, looking for a good long night, and definitely found it! I arrived around 6, you can catch the end of the afternoon crowd and get a few loads before Naked kicks in. So got undressed, and went into the main room, naked, with others clothed, wandering around, makes me super horny! I climbed onto the soft bench space, pushed my ass out and waited. Of course I was so horny I could help but finger my ass as I waited, which I had pre lubed. Quite a lot of people milling around, a few strokes, and quite quickly I can see a guy shifting in behind me. I hear him unzip, a finger circles my slick hole, I hear a sigh of satisfaction and he pushes his cock in. Its about average, perfect for the first fuck, and he is hard as nails. I lean back to get him fully in and he responds, pushing hard, and we find a good rhythm as I push back against his thrusts, feeling him fill me up. IN no time he is groaning, pulsating and blasting me with my first load! As he slips out, some cum dribbles out and I can’t help but finger my now cum sloppy hole. The scene has clearly excited some else, and an older guy comes over, and starts fingering my hole. He rubs the cum around the hole, gently pushing his finger in, loosening me up. I groan, it feels so good, that sense of a first load giving you a sticky cumhole, and the expectation of the next fuck. Once he has played around for a few minutes his finger leaves and he presses his face against my hole, licking the cum. So good! Warm and bristly, he prepares my hole. A few minutes of him slurping, and rubbing his cock and he then stands up and thrusts straight in. I gasp and lean by hips back, opening my ass and resting my head in my hands as I can feel he is really going to work my hole. We set up a rhythm, as he gently slides in, holds and out, I am opening my hole to feel him more fully, and push the cum onto his cock. His fucking is perfect, gentle nudging of the hole, his head teasing me, then sliding in fully. It feels so good, I reach back and feel his balls and the cum around my hole. I love feeling the cock with my fingers, slipping over his hard cock as he slides in and out, the cummy stickiness around it and his tight balls. This slow gentle and fulfilling fuck goes on for maybe 10’, it really is perfect and I rest my head on the cushion, lean back and use my arse to open and close around his thrust. Gradually he speeds up, he starts to groan loudly and with my hand sliding under I can feel his balls tighten. He thrusts one last time, spasms four or five times and leans onto me. We rest a short while and then he cock softening, he slowly slides out and I catch a nice gob of cum dribbling off his cock. He pats me, whispers thanks, and heads out. I get a few more cocks before seven, when they call everyone to get leave or get naked. At this point the place is filling up with more and more naked bodies and hard cocks. Typically, it slows down, you can see people wandering around, checking each other out, seeing what is on offer. My arse is nicely sticky, there is cum on the cushion under my hips and as people walk by I clench and unclench my hole, hopefully a signal that I am ready, and can promise a good fuck. I love this early anticipatory sense of possibilities, how many cocks, how many loads, it heightens my sluttiness. People fingering, pausing, slapping my ass as they circulate. And by the end of the evening I will have taken at least 10 loads, and maybe had 20 fucks in the 4 hours. I won’t go into all the details, but a few highlights There is a guy, who over the night fucks me maybe four times. His cock isn’t big, and he wears a condom (except the last time, as ever!). But he has the beautiful slow penetration, a slow bottoming out and he moves his cock inside me pushing the sides, exploring. He pulls out and teases my hole and it feels so good I really relax into his style. Of course the last time, he pulls of the condom, speeds up, moans and moans and rabbit fucks me for about a minute before holding my hips tight, pushing his pelvis hard against me and shooting deep inside. There is always going to be the pump and dump guy. Its about half way through the evening, probably 4 or 5 loads in. I am kneeling down, looking between my legs to see guys shuffle by. I must have been recently fucked as I remember this young, thick legged guy with a wide long cock. I fingered my hole, scooped up some of the cum and pushed it in. He moved quickly, stroking his cock and then just rammed it in, deep and hard. It took my breath away, but I opened up, thrust back and over the next 5 minutes we hammered each other hard before he stopped, deep inside and unloaded. His cock, still hard, slipped out and he disappeared into the crowd. I love a pump and dump! During a series of fucks a young guy, maybe 20, got on the cushions, lifted my head up and waved his semi hard cock in my face. It was a thing of beauty, thick, maybe 7 or 8 inches, a perfect cock. I swallowed it, and slurped invitingly, as he thrust in and out my mouth. He lifted my head and kissed, we snogged passionately, and then again he pushed me down to his cock, me sucking again and then again snogging hard, frenzied. I dropped my head and licked his nipples. He jumped off the cushion, stroked his cock and got behind me. I shuffled back and opened my legs wider, pushing back and opening up. He grabbed my hips and slammed in, his cock stiffening and hardening as he thrust in and out. It was frenzied, like his kissing and I opened up fully, let him feel the cum, thrust back hard to meet his thrusts in. I was clenching as he pulled out, to keep him in, and opening up as he pushed back in to invite that cock to really go deep. This young buck kept it up for maybe 10 minutes before finally pushing one more time in, his cock hardened, I could feel the base with my hand, pulsating and shooting his cum deep inside. An older guy, tall, skinny cam behind me. Another guy next to him was encouraging him “breed him, breed the slut!” I opened my legs wider, dropped my hips to let him know I was up for this – though the quantity of cum around my hole, on the cushion, was testimony enough. He had a nice cock, may 6”, curved down with a plump mushroom head. He pushed in semi-hard and I opened to accommodate him. He stopped and stayed, deep inside. I clenched and unclenched to get him harder. I reached back and stroked his balls, feeling the stickiness around them from my hole. It got him harder and he started to lean in to fuck me, his cock moving nearly all the way out, the mushroom head nestling against my hole, and then pushing hard and deep inside me, the squelch of my hole audible. He continued this for maybe 10’, pulled out, and I could see him shuffle to the guy next to me, also bent over. I leaned back and could feel the thrusts he was giving this other bottom, next to me. I was still enjoying the aftermath of his first assault, and fingered my hole, pushing out some of the spunk. He probably fucked the other guy for 5’, and then, maybe my obvious horniness drew him back, but his cock, now harder, pushed once more into my hole. He was on his last thrusts, the guy next to him was encouraging him – “breed him!”. He leant in, tensed and shot deep, then pulled his cock out. I put my hand under my balls and felt him spurt one more time onto my ass, onto my hand. Bliss! I left around 10, 4 hours of fucking, 10 or so loads, a full and happy hole! Vault definitely delivered!

Part 22 Colt took the other coffee and poured it in one of the bowls. He didn't say a word, he just snapped his fingers and pointed to it. I dropped to my hands and knees and started sucking up the cold brew. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but I know he had put a large beach bag on the bed and was filling it with stuff. Occasionally, he would swat my still burning ass with his big hand, causing me to whimper. Much to his delight. I finished the coffee, but dared not move without his permission. When he finished gathering the supplies he finally spoke. "Kneel slave." He directed me. I did and could see the bag packed full with the beach umbrella we had purchased laying next to it. He loaded up a fat pipe and handed it to me. "Go ahead and smoke that all bitch and listen to your instructions carefully." He said as he lit another cigarette. I really don't know why he started smoking. It wasn't something either of us had ever done. We always thought it was kind of disgusting, but now, I found it to be kind of hot! It made him look like a real bad boy. I torched the bowl and listened to him intently. I knew he was serious, and I knew he could hurt me a lot more than he had just done if he wanted to. "First of all, you will always walk behind me. A slaves place is always behind his Master." I took my first big hit as he finished that sentence, relishing the feeling of the rush. He continued. "Second, you will never speak voluntarily. If anyone should speak to you, you will respond with this, and this alone. 'I am a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands.' Is that understood?" "Yes Sir!" I responded, blowing out a second large cloud. "Good boy. Let me hear you say it loud and proud." "I am a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" I practically shouted. My cock popped back up as I said that. Colt just looked at me and smiled before continuing. "Good slave. Now, if I give you permission to speak otherwise, you may. But only if I give you permission. That also means if for any reason we should get separated. Now third, and this should go without saying, you will obey every command I give you, without question. Understood?" "Yes Sir!" I responded, blowing out more smoke. "Good boy. Now, what are you?" "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" Colt just gave me a sinister smile. "God damn you're a pathetic meth whore." He laughed. Just as I finished off the pipe, there was a knock on the door. Colt got up and looked through the peephole before cracking the door. "Yes?" He asked the person on the other side. "Yea...um...is that cocksucker available right now?" I heard a voice quietly ask. "Sure the fuck is!" Colt beamed as he opened the door. "My whore is available anytime!" My dick throbbed as it really sunk in that yes, Colt was absolutely going to let anyone use me whenever they wanted. The guy entered the room a bit sheepishly, probably not sure what to think as Colt and I were both buck naked, me kneeling on the floor with a hardon. But of course Colt took charge of the situation, guiding the guy to the bed and telling him to have a seat. He looked really, really nervous. "Um..." He started. "I've never done anything like this before. What do I do?" "Just relax buddy. You want a hit?" Colt asked him, handing him the bong. "Yea, sure." The guy said as he took it from Colt. He took a big hit as Colt reassured him. "You've come to the right place. This here's a world class cock sucker." Said Colt, gesturing to me. "I trained it myself. This faggot slut lives for cock. Come on faggot. Show the nice man what you were made for." I crawled toward the guy as he ripped another huge bong hit. I reached up and tugged on his shorts. The guy wiggled so the elastic slid over his hips and in seconds I was staring at a nice big soft cock nestled in a thick patch of pubic hair. I carefully lifted it up and put it in my mouth. "Oh fuck." The guy moaned. "That feels awesome. My girlfriend won't suck my dick." "Then she's a stupid bitch." Colt retorted. "Has anyone sucked your dick before?" "No." He gasped as I buried my nose in his thick bush. He was starting to get hard now. "No one ever has. Then I saw him in the hallway earlier, and I know you said after 7, but my girlfriend took off for a while so I thought I'd just come see..." He trailed off with a groan as I started sucking on his balls and stroked his hardening shaft. "Well luckily you just caught us in time." Said Colt. "We were just about to head out for the day, but I couldn't deny the use of my whore by a stud like you." The guy ripped the bong again, emptying it this time. I could tell he was way more relaxed now, and his cock was almost at full staff. It was a long one, not too thick, and curved away from his body. Colt held a bottle of poppers under my nose and I inhaled deeply. "What's that?" The guy wanted to know as Colt switched nostrils. "Poppers. They really help a slut open up their holes. Here try some." He suggested as he moved behind the guy. He held them under the guys nose and he took some deep breaths. "Oh fuuuuuck." He moaned as the rush hit him. I could feel the guys cock reach maximum hardness in my mouth. "Yea. Use that whores mouth. That's why faggots like him were born." Colt egged the guy on. "Chicks can't suck cock for shit. You want your cock sucked, find yourself a faggot. They live for cock. No bitch will ever suck you like a faggot will!" Colt held the bottle under the guys nose again. "And you want to know what else? You can be as rough as you want with a faggot. They crave being abused. Come on. Fuck that fags throat!" The guy was lost in the throws of lust and Colts hypnotic power. He grabbed my head with both of his hands and started slamming my head down as he pumped his hips up. He was pounding full force into my throat. I had no time to breath and I was gagging up spit. But the guy didn't care. Neither did Colt. "Fuck yea!" He shouted. "Use that fucking worthless fag whore. Choke that mother fucking bitch! Make that fags throat pay!" "Fuck yea you dirty faggot!" Joined the guy. "Take my big cock in your fucking hole you whore! Oh fuck your throat feels amazing. I should have been using fags years ago. Oh fuck, I'M GONNA CUM!!!" Colt grabbed the back of my head and pushed it as hard as he could into the guys bush, burying every inch deep in my throat as the guy blasted off. "Yea! Choke that fag! Drown that cumdump!" I was choking and flailing my arms around as my air was completely cut off. I started to panic as I literally felt like I was drowning. But Colt just held me tight against the guy as he pumped his cum straight into my stomach. I was about to pass out when the guy finally finished shooting into me. Colt grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me off of the cock. I frantically gasped for air as I spit up cum and mucus. It ran down my chin and they both laughed at me. "Oh fuck that was hot!" The guy exclaimed. "Faggots really are pathetic!" "Well come back again tonight for more." Colt told him. "Maybe you'll want to try his other fag hole! I bet your girlfriend doesn't let you touch that either!" "No she doesn't. I've always wanted to try that! Hopefully I'll be able to sneak away again!" With that, the guy wiped his slimy cock off on my hair and pulled his shorts back up. After he left, Colt pushed me face down on the smelly carpet with his big foot and laid on top of me. He rammed his big cock into my pussy with one hard slam. Even though I had been fucked several times already this morning, Colt's brutal assault really hurt. Because he wanted it to. I whimpered and whined as he used his powerful abdominal muscles to deliver a hard deep dicking like a man possesed. "You fucking whore!" He snarled in my ear. "You God damn fucking piece of shit faggot! Look at you! Getting fucked in a sleazy motel room on the dirty floor like you deserve! You are such a disgusting pig. What would you momma say if she saw her precious little baby boy sucking strangers cocks? Taking loads from men you don't know? You are such a dirty, lowdown, motel cumdump!" Colt slapped my already burning ass over and over as he raped me. Fresh tears escaped from my eyes as he abused me. "I'm gonna cum bitch! I'm gonna shoot in that worthless methed up whore cunt! Take your Masters cum you stupid faggot!" Colt wrapped his big hands around my throat and started choking me as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel his cock flexing as it pumped its precious fluids far into my colon. When it finally subsided, Colt collapsed on my back breathing hard. And there was no place I would rather have been. I was happy.

Last Saturday night I was bored and went on sniffed . I found a 30 year guy who said he was big on kissing I invited him over When he arrived he greeted me with a great open mouth kiss He kept kissing me as we slowly went to the bedroom He laid me on back put my legs over his shoulder All the while kissing me He stopped for a moment and asked if I would take him bare Sure and with that he slipped his dick in me all the while kissing me. After a while I could feel him tense up he gave me a deep kiss as he filled me with his cum We were restinG with me on my side He started to nibble at my neck Before a knew it he was kissing me again while he fucked me on my side he blew number two in me We fell asleep Early am he leaned over and kissed me good morning Before I knew it he was in me again giving me his morning cum what a great experience and he said he would return

The next day Mike headed in to work in a funk having found several things his Ex had left behind and tossing them all in a box. Finding his client waiting at the door for his 9 am appointment to continue work on his tattoos. They had mapped out his eventual full body coverage in small detailed sections. It would take years to finish but each section was complete in itself ready to be added to. Tattooing was sexual for Mike the artistic expression and if he was honest with himself the act of causing a hot man a little pain keeping him at least semi hard through his sessions the tight jeans he wore making it obvious how much he enjoyed his work. A few of his bolder and hotter clients had found that a few squeezes and rubs got them a little extra time in the chair though Mike had always rebuffed anything further with a smile and a wink. As his client left about noon Mike was feeling relaxed and in a better frame of mind. Then his phone rang with the tone that said his Ex was calling. Taking a deep breath he answered “Hello Douglas how can I help you?” “Mike, I’m so sorry I left without telling you. I had…” “Please, Stop” Mike ground into the phone “This is exactly how you always handle things. I’m honestly not interested in why. It just is.” as he heard the shop door “I will be right with you Mike called over his shoulder “I… ummm… left…” “I know I found some of it. Text me a list and I will ship it to your parents place” “I already miss feeling you inside of me” Doug said in that submissive voice he always thought fixed everything. Mike stared at his phone for a second then ina tightly controlled voice said “Really? Five years together and all you can say is you miss the sex? Goodbye Douglas” he sad ending the call and struggling not to hurl his phone across the room instead placing it gently on the counter before kicking an empty trash can through the door top the studio where it crashed loudly but harmlessly against the wall. “You handled that better than I would. I was afraid for your phone, your shop and the city of Las Vegas for a second there” came a voice from behind him. Mike whirled and found himself staring into the bright brown eyes and somehow shy smile of… “You’re Billy Clay” he said managing to keep his jaw from dropping A pained expression crossed the young man’s face “Please, call me Jeff even Jeffery is better than Billy. Billy was my dog’s name/ I used it in that first video and have been stuck with it ever since” he said extending his hand “Nice to meet you in the flesh Mike. I’m Jeff Clayton” he said his smile widening as he looked Mike up and down Stunned Mike shook the proffered hand things clicking together in his mind “The Jeff I talked to yesterday?” he asked his jaw dropping open a little this time. “Here, this should explain things” Jeff said pushing a button on his phone making Mike's phone ding. Mike picked it up and clicked play on the video message he had received. The video started with clouds through the window of a plane “Your soda Mr. Clay” a voice said and the camera turned to show a darkly handsome young man in a tight steward’s uniform “Thank you” another voice said. Then “Miguel am I being held hostage, threatened or coerced in any way at this moment?” Miguel laughed a bit and said “No Mr. Clay. You are sitting on your own private jet alone, flying to Las Vegas. Will there be anything else?” “No Miguel, thank you.” came the reply the camera lingering on Moguel’s ass as he exited then turning to face Jeff “Hi” he said “I’m Jeff Clayton. Billy Clay to most people and I want to make some things perfectly clear. I am flying to :as Vegas on business but I also plan to meet a man named Mike Baxter. I am fully aware of Mike’s HIV positive status and that he is unmedicated and capable of transmitting HIV at this time. I understand the risks of bareback anal sex. I understand the dynamics of a BD/SM relationship and power transfer and I trust Mike to abide by set limits and to stop if I use my safe word which is “strawberry” by the way. I am a fully consenting adult and I am going into this with my eyes wide open. Oh and I fully understand the legal ramifications of getting married with no prenuptial agreement. I guess that’s it” and the video ended. Mike’s phone was snatched out of his hand and jeff paged through “What is this contact list called my emails?” “My personal and business emails only I have access to them” Mike said to shocked to think at the moment “I sent the video to them and to your cloud backup” Jeff said handing back the phone “You can’t be serious” Mike said “I think I already proved that I am” came the reply Mike paused to consider the moral implications of the situation. Little angel Mike rose up “You should pat this poor misguided kid on the head and send him on his way” Then little devil Mike walked up and punched the angel in the face sending him flying into the studio after the trash can. “Look you idiot. The hottest star in the world is offering you his virgin ass to fill with your toxic cum then train him to be your perfect sub, He’s also offering to marry you and make you rich.” then a truly evil smile spread across his face “and if all that is not enough, think of how your Ex will react when he sees on the news that you married the hottest man in the world within days of him leaving you” Mike's cock which has been slowly hardening during this speech snapped to full attention “No! Those are terrible evil reasons to get married!” a faint voice came from the studio Mike reached out a hand rubbing the front of Jeff’s shirt till his nipple perked up then grabbed it with a twisting yank pulling Jeff against him tilting his head down to kiss him forcing his tongue in and tasting his new boy “Fuck it, lets do this” as he broke the kiss.

Eric was a 20 year old college student. He was dating the local preacher’s daughter Sally. The preacher didn’t like Eric. With good reason. Eric had been in trouble with the law. But got his life together. But what he didn’t like about Eric is that he caught Eric and Sally in bed. He deflowered his little girl at least in his own mind. So Eric needed to be punished. He put a plan into action. The preacher reached out to Bob a 58 year old gay man who had sexual fantasies about Eric. One of them being hung on a cross. Then lowered it down. Then Bob could live out his fantasy of fucking the young man. The preacher got Eric to an isolated era. Slipping a sleeping pill into his water when Eric wasn’t looking. Once Eric was out. The preacher got Eric to the makeshift cross. Bob undressed Eric then tied his hands to the cross. With his legs left to hang loose. The young man woke up . Realizing he was trapped he pleaded with the preacher to let him go. “You took my daughter’s purity and innocence away from her.” The preacher said to Eric. “Since you like penis’s in butts.” “Bob here is going to put his into yours.” Bob then comes out naked. Bob was 58 gray hair with a belly. Both men carefully lower the cross. Eric tries to free himself. But due to the sleeping pill and the roofie that Bob put into the young man’s water. Eric was figurely and literally fucked. “I’ll leave you two alone.” The preacher said. Bob with a look in his eyes was finally going to have his fantasy turned into a reality. Bob was playing with Eric’s hole and dick. Even rubbing his hands on the young man’s tone body. Bob then lifted Eric’s legs over his shoulders. Slowly putting his dick into Eric’s ass. “Please don’t” Eric pleaded. By shutting him up. Bob forces a long kiss on Eric. His dick now inside Eric. He took his time. For Eric this felt like an eternity. But it was a little over an hour of fucking Eric. Bob felt himself starting to cum. “Ahhhh” Bob shouted his dick pulsing loads deep inside of Eric. Bob unties Eric’s hands. Eric tries to push Bob off of him. But his hand’s fall on the back of Bob’s shoulders. Bob and The preacher knew they couldn’t let him go. So Eric would disappear. Bob had a cabin in the woods. Nobody would dare look for him. Eric became Bob’s sex slave. Once in awhile Bob would have friends over to fuck the young man. He was now a cum dump

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.

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.

I believe the bottom is Blessed Boy.

Fuck you're hot.

Yesterday, I got up, but knew it was a day to get bred. Did laundry, cleaned out and jumped online. First was a bearidh buddy in town visiting his niece, took his nice 7 incher and he pounded me for about 15 minutes before the creamy reward. Second was a married bi-latino with a wife that rarely puts out, was happy to let him pump and go. Third was another big uncut latino, that used the other two as lube. May repeat it again today.

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?

— 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.

Its hard getting an angle where i dont look so skinny

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”

After I finished masturbating I feel straight to sleep exhausted from my flight. I woke up at what must have been the middle of the night. As I went downstairs I heard moaning coming from the living room. As I leaned my head in I saw the tv playing gay porn. Not just any gay porn either but really intense grimy stuff. Men were getting fisted, some had their cocks locked up, others were smoking or injecting things. On the couch sat my dad with his back turned to me. He was holding a cigar with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. As I watched I realized my cock was getting hard and I had the overwhelming urge to stroke it. I snuck back up to my room and tried pulling up some porn on my phone. To my surprise it seemed like all the straight porn had been banned so I resorted to watching gay porn. I soon realized the thing inside my ass was a butt plug. I kept pushing on it when I stroked sending waves through me. I eventually shoot another load to a video of a hairless man getting fucked by a big hairy one. When I woke up in the morning I was sweaty and covered in my cum. I went straight for the shower. It was in a shared bathroom between me and my dads room. As I got into the shower I noticed there was a weird tube attached to the wall, after looking at it a bit I realized it was a fleshlight. I purposefully ignored it wondering just how many sex toys were in this house. After my shower I got dressed and went downstairs where a bowl of oatmeal was waiting for me. “Made you some breakfast son” my dad said “it’s my husband’s special recipe, everything a boy needs” he was wearing another wife beater and jeans that were tight on his broad frame. “Uh thanks dad” I said as I began eating. It had a strange taste but not wanting to be rude I finished the bowl quickly. I got up to get a glass of water from the sink when my dad stopped me. “Not so fast son, our waters under advisory so no tap water. I’ll go get some more bottles today but there some in the closet” he said pointing at a closet across the kitchen. The water bottles were on the bottom shelf and looked like they might have been opened but I guzzled it down anyway. It tasted strange but I just attributed it to the oatmeal still stuck in my mouth. I went to sit on the couch feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. My dad walked up and said something I wasn’t paying attention to before leaving the house. After he left I turned on the tv wanting to watch something. However when I turned it on it started playing strange porn. I felt thirsty and grabbed another water bottle to drink as I tried to change the channel. The porn showed small hairless men getting fucked by big bears while wearing lingerie. It then switched to hairy men fucking each other. As I stroked my cock mindlessly to the porn I realized something, the one thing all the men getting fucked had in common was that their cocks were completely limp. I then felt that my cock was not only limp but maybe even smaller than normal. I gave up on my cock and began fucking my hole with the butt plug id left in me. I was bent over the coffee table watching the hypnotic video as I felt the pressure of an orgasm build up and explode out of me. The coffee table was now covered in cum and I knew I needed to clean it. The only way I could think to was to begin licking it up. My tounge ran across my slightly sweet cum before it ran into something crusty and bitter. I licked a bit more as the image of my father fisting his cock infront of the coffee table came to mind. The bitter crust was my father’s, but with my head spinning and the strange video filling my mind I didn’t care and kept licking the table clean.

My name is Tonny and I just graduated from College. I am young slim and short for my age around 5’5’’ and about 130 lbs. My dad is italian and he’s completly covered of hairs but somehow the gene for pilosity didn’t transfer to me. I am completely hairless. During the summer , i worked at my uncle’s farm and I got a nice tan like I am caramel looking with my blond and blue eyes. Because the work at the farm was hard labor I started to have some muscule mass on me making me more tone. I loved wearing some tight shirt so that we could see my small pecs sticking out or my small biceps bulgings in my shirt. But during that summer my uncle was always going out for business trip with his wife for finding new tractors or other farming equipement to better harvest the corn in his field. Thus my uncle gave me the whole place to myself to take care of and there was a lot of work to be done for his return. So during the day i was tasked to help put the food for the cows and sweeping all the barn and cleaning all behind of cows and horses. The smell of farm shit didn’t bother me much but the remove the smell on you after a hard day you needed to take like 3 showers. But it was a nice job for the summer and my uncle paid me well for the work. After i was done sweeping the barn it was time for me to get inside the house to get the souper ready. While i was preheating the oven for my pizza, i felt this urge to go on my phone and check up grindr or others social media apps to check whos out there next to the farm. The farm was very far from the city and had only 2 neighboor few miles aways. So the chances to meet up a guy on grindr would be slimmed. Never the less i started to scroll and ended up on this profile with no picture just Daddy Leather. The small profile said that hes a real dom daddy willing to pop his sub’s cherry. I was intrigued about this popping cherry thing as it has been a very long time i havent been fucked. So i messaged him and told him i was able to host in my uncles farm. He immediately texted back saying that he always loved fucking farm boy and even fooling around in the hay in a barn. The idea of making a mess in the barn that i just cleaned up did bother me a bit but the idea of being fucked in a big space area and get dirty could be fun. I gave the address of my location and he told me he would be there around 30 minutes. Meanwhile i went out to the shower and started to douche my hole to make sure i was clean up everywhere. As soon i was out of the shower i could hear a big truck coming down the road with his loud rock and roll music. As soon he parked his car he got out and was walking toward the barn as the house was situation just behind it. I am guessing he thought i was still inside the barn working. So i got dress up fast and went out to greet him. And i couldnt belive my eyes when i saw him up close he was a real muscular daddy that you only see in porn movie. He was very large frame and from the opening his his dress shirt i was able to see a nice hairy chest. He was wearing short sleeve dress shirt and could see some nice sleeve tattooes on both arms. I welcomed him to my farm and told him that my room is just behind the barn he wanted to get in. He so of made a wink that he wanted to check out the inside of the barn as he mentionned before that he always wanted to fool around in the hay. I was like ok let's show him what I have there. The barn was a big open area where the horses were locked on the left side and on the right there were all the tools and some big ball of hay stacked on top of each other. Next to it there were the big bath of water that i use to help clean up the floor and to give to the horses to drink. The floor however was covered with this layers of muds and other animals by product giving a nice smell of farm animal and hay. He started to massage my sholders as we are walking inside the barn and he was really impress by what was available. I asked him what he had in mind and he told me that for a long time he has been on the hunt to find his next sub son for him to train and raise as his own flesh and blood. He told me that his dad this when he was younger and now he wants to keep the family tradition. That when he started to look more serious and he came right in front of me and because he was much taller than me my eye level were at his hairy chest and as he was so close i could smell this man smell of sweat. He looked into my eyes and told me point blank that he is the dad now and that i have to obey him as for the consequence would be a hard spanking. I told him that i would be willing to listen to him and obey his commands. He asked me to remove his dress shirt by 1 botton by one and from there i was able to see his entire chest and it was a nice hairy chest with some nice abs definition. But the most stricking from all of that was this biohazard tattoo he had on him. It was there near his belly button on plain sight for me to see. He looked at me with a grin on his face saying that tonight he will keep the family tradition. I wasnt sure by what he was refering too. Slowly but surely we were getting undress and we started to rub our body against one and other . The barn didnt have any air cooling system to it was real hot and humid so we were already started to sweat. He was starting to jerk off a bit and saw that his cock kept getting bigger and longer at each stroke. He told me that he had a 9 inch and i had no choice to take it all up. That when he grabbed real tight and pushed on top of one of ball of hay. I was surprised how strong he was and fast. He removed my underwear and started to lick my hole. I was still able to see his dick and it was real hard and big. He flipped me over and spit on my hole and told me to get ready to be fuck like a real good son. I told him that i wanted to play safe as i just met the guy and he told me that i shouldnt worry for that now. He started to rub his cock over my ass and his chest was rubbing all his hairy pecs on my back. Our sweat made the hole glide very easy. And then with the tip of his dick started to push against my anus and my hole started to open up slowly. I could feel that he wanted just to fuck me right now and there and in one hip trust he got his big dick down my hole. I screamed to how big it was. He didnt stop for me to take a breath as he just held me down with his arms wrapped around my neck and chest so that i dont run away. I kept telling him that i didnt want to fuck bareback and i wanted to play with a condom. He kept saying that’s how real men fuck and how his dad used to fuck him when he was younger and now hes passing the torch to his next son , me. He kept fucking me in and out with big hip mouvement and the dick was going deep inside my guts where i could feel it up in my throat. He was really fucking me rough and hard. As he is fucking me he saying how much hes proud of me his son to take his daddys big cock like a pro and that for my good behavior he would give me the gift of brotherhood and also some extra. He is announcing me that hes poz high viral. As soon he says that i start panicking as i dont want to get poz. I try to push away but my daddy with his arm wrapped around my neck pinnes me down and fucks me even harder.

I’m Jason, a gay 21yr old twink. 180cm, 75kg, shaggy blonde hair and completely free of facial hair, smooth body except for a triangle of pubic hair, a snail trail up to my navel and armpit hair. I’m cut, around 9” long when hard, and 6” around the hard shaft. I’ve found the little blue pill increases that rock hard size by ½ an inch on both counts. I love my cock being played with while I bottom. Whether its hard, semi hard or soft, still feels fucking amazing…I prefer to bottom. But I have been known to top. I had long had a fascination with gay pnp and had been reading stories and watching videos since I was about 16 years old. I was a virgin until I was 18, and by then, even though a virgin I was already pretty sure of what I wanted sexually. My preference was for other hung twinks, and also jocks. But I was open to all, except for guys who don’t know what ‘good personal hygiene’ means! To me, the only thing that should taste like cheese, is…. cheese! I began my sexual encounters using gay hook up sites, such as BBRT and Squirt, NKP, Grindr, Scruff etc. I soon realised that I wasn’t your average twink, as most of the ones I hooked up with ended up being airheads. But the odd one was like me, focused on great sex and wanting to push limits. Jocks were quite a bit better, but I began to find that the bears and daddies were like gold. I am not stupid, and quickly realised that a lot of these older bear/daddy types were willing to do pretty much whatever with a hot young guy who was serious about having long wild sex sessions. Of course, that meant that some of my wildest fantasies could be achieved with these guys. And of course, I also had by now, several twink and jock type fuck buddies who were not flakes so I was in a good place. I was particularly horny this particular night and was keen to get wild. I had not yet experienced pnp sex but knew deep inside that I wasn’t interested in puffing as much as getting straight to the point. Yup, a slam and getting totally wild. I wanted a long wild session with like-minded guys. Guys who where addicted to owning a slutty hole for many hours, even days. Because this had been the object of my fantasies since watching and searching out everything about gay pnp, I was primed. I decided, right then and there, that this did not have to happen tonight. If it did, that would be like some kind of miracle. I had already worked out that most hookups don’t happen as planned, and that a lot of guys on these hook up sites would talk for hours then when you put the hard word on them to actually hook up, all of a sudden it was now too late as they have work in the morning…or. the budgie is sick, or I have to feed the goldfish…WTF, you know what I mean, weak lame ass excuses! So I’m thinking, I want to set the stage for my ultimate hook up, or at least one of my many fantasies, can play out at least close to, if not BETTER than the actual movie playing in my mind. I’m thinking group, sling, toys, hung tops, fist…and then that little voice kicks in, “Hey buddy, you have only been fucked a few times! What makes you think you can progress from that to being gang fucked, toyed and even fisted’? Straight away the other little evil cheeky voice kicks in and says ‘A BIG FAT TINA SLAM- that’s what!” And the first voice meekly replies, Oh…yup, fair comment…” and that voice retires for the weekend! So how do I start? I think for a few seconds, then think, OF COURSE, a ‘Quick-Connect ad on BBRT!’ I get straight on it. I am sitting at my gaming desk, stark naked with a raging hard-on, slowly jerking my cock every now and again as I focus on placing an ad. I know I have to word the ad carefully, as no mention of drugs is allowed. I begin to type. “Inexperienced hung bottom verse twink, can host or travel, seeking top verse guys to help me go from mild to wild in seconds. Seeking a long session with hung top verse guys who are open to anything, so long as the chemistry is right…DM me if keen” . I was oozing precum as I typed. I read then re-read what I had written, my cock twitched and more precum oozed out of my piss/cum slit. This was it, now or never. I clicked submit before I could change my mind. I suddenly thought, if anyone replies, I am not really ready! I quickly got up and went to the bathroom and got the douche hose running so the water was warm and reasonably fast. I inserted it in to my already hungry hole and felt the pleasure of my hole filling with water, and the pressure As bead of cum oozed out of my cock as I squatted in the shower recess. I felt so full and pushed out, evacuating my bowels of the influx of water as well as the rest of the contents, feeling so horny as I washed it all away. I repeated the process about 5 times over, till everything was crystal clear, then got out and dried off. I went back to my room and looked at the screen on my PC. There were 20 new messages! I rubbed some lube on my hungry hole, and pushed my fingering. Then I grabbed a medium sized butt plug and inserted it. It went straight in. I then sat down to read the messages which had come through as I was douching. I opened the email tab. At a quick glance, 7 were from the same profile. The profile name was ‘IDAREYOU’, which made me leak more precum and my hole clench around the butt plug and then involuntarily relax. I opened the first email from him. It read…’I specialize in transforming bottom verse sluts into total sluts in heat, not just willing, but begging to be fucked and used. No mild, all wild. Intense but sane long sessions.’ Straight away I checked his profile. He was a 57 year old bear type, with a huge cut thick cock. His face was clean-shaven, as were his balls. He was 173cm, 90kg and quite hairy. And his face was hot, kind of a chiselled ex-surfer kind of look. And one pic he had his tongue out, provocatively indicating he was not afraid to eat ass. At this point cum just began oozing out of my cock. It had never been this hard and throbbing ever before. And usually after I cum, its all over. But this just made me even more horny. It was about 7pm, so the night was still very young and I was by no means tired. In fact, I was now hornier for some real heavy wild play than I had ever been. I then opened his next email. “Best you come here boy. I have a dungeon specially for wild play”…that’s all it said. Even more cum oozed out of my solid cock! I could hardly contain myself. This sounded exactly like what I was looking for. I opened the next email. “I am only interested in slamming and long wild fun”… well, you can guess what happened. It seemed like there was a tap on my cock that was stuck in the on position, cum flowing freely. So now the fourth message. “I only fuck bareback.” This produced more cum. So now to his 5th email. “Sorry slut. I meant WE only fuck bareback”… Email number 6. “You need to be prepared to have your hole totally and completely owned’” Well, I didn’t really fully comprehend what that meant, but I knew I desired everything so far that he had said, and in my mind, also accepted what he was wanting to do. Then I opened his 7th email. “OK you little twink slut. Get this. There are 6 of us here partying, all tops and top verse. We would love to be the ones to give you your first slam (of several, BOY) and we are willing to do so as a gift to you from us. But you need to respond within the next 10 minutes.” I looked at the message and saw it was sent 9 minutes ago as I was I in the shower! I quickly replied with a “Yes please!”, and clicked send. I then sent a better response. “Hello Sir, sorry I was in the I shower. You sound amazing. Everything you mentioned is exactly what I have been looking for. Is your offer still open, and if so where are you?” I hit send, then hit email, sent, and saw he had read it instantly. I waited a few seconds and there was a reply. Ok boy, well done. I was beginning to think you were one of those twinks who is all talk and had probably jerked off just from talking about it and it was all over. I’m at 110 Riley on the Westside. Can you get here? I gasped! He was literally 3 doors down from me! I quickly replied. Sir, my name is Jason, what is yours? And I can literally be there in 2 minutes. So is it cool if I come over, and will you really slam me and own my hole with your mates? I’m quickly pulling out the butt plug and checking where my clothes are. Ping. He replies. Hey Jason, I’m Chad. Yes you little slut, you will be slammed, and your hole will be well and truly owned…and much more. Come now boy, I will be waiting at the door. The outside front porch light is on. I quickly replied. I will be there in one minute Sir. I threw on my baseball shorts and a Tee, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I shut the door behind me and my heart was racing in my chest. It was a warm night, and I walked out to the sidewalk and turned left, and could see the light on out front 3 doors down. It was the old Parker place, but old Mr Parker passed and the place sold up about a week before. I walked down, walked in the gate and up the 3 stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened just enough for me to go inside. Chad said come in boy. I slid sideways inside, and the door was closed behind me. The entryway was dimly lit, with a dull red light globe. I could hear muffled moaning sounds, of porn playing. I turned and saw Chad, his cock was jutting out in front of him. He was hotter than his pics, and he said take off all your clothes and follow me boy! I wasted no time, stripped naked and followed him down a hallway to a doorway leading to the basement. This was where the moaning noises were coming from. He ushered me down the stairs, and unfolding before me was a large fully mirrored room…including the ceiling. There was a sex sling and a fisting bench, and a couple of large beds. Two huge flat screen tv’s were playing gay group bareback porn. But more breathtaking were the 5 other guys there. W twink/jock types, and 3 stocky to solid beefy bear types. What I couldn’t believe was the meat they were all packing! They were all hard, and not one of them was under 8 inches. Chad introduced me to the guys…Mike, Pete, David, Brad and Chris. Chris was packing a solid 10 inch curved 6.5 inch thick weapon, and I think I literally drooled. Chad then said we are not going to waste any time boy. We are all keen as fuck to wreck your boy hole and completely own you for hours. So put your clothes here, and then go and lay back in the sling. I will get a slam ready for you. So is this your first.? I said Yes Sir. In my head, all I could think about was the story I had recently read online. It was about a guy’s first gay pnp gangbang, by author ‘Ben Dover’ and also one about a huge toy initiation. Not that I am encouraging you to do an online search so you will see what I mean…although that many chems they give the dude who is getting his first gangbang in that series is somewhat far-fetched but HOT AS FUCK…anyways I digress, back to the hot as fuck real-time situation happing with Chad and his mates…. He smiled, great. You are going to start with a .25, a quarter of a gram. Chris, tell him what to expect. By this time I was laying back in the sling. Chris and the rest of the guys came over. As Chris started talking, the other guys were putting my ankles in the leather stirrups and caressing my body. Chris said you will feel a bit of a sharp prick like when you get a blood test, then see some blood in the syringe. Then as soon as Chad slams you, he will pull the syringe out and I will give you a tissue which you will press on the site and raise your arm, this helps stop it bleeding and reduce bruising. Next you will suddenly feel you need to cough. And just go with it , try to relax and then you will feel a wave of pleasure…after that, don’t worry. We will take things from there and make this the best night of your life. Don’t try to struggle, just do the opposite and relax because you are ours now boy. Also I will hold bottle to your nose, it is poppers. Just take a big sniff in each nostril and hold it till I tell you to breathe out. Ok boy Yes Sir. Chad made his way over with the syringe. A elastic band was put around my upper arm, and my inner elbow was wiped with an alcohol swab. Hold still boy, Chad said. He slid the needle in as I watched, and he drew the plunger back and I saw my blood enter the barrel of the syringe. Are you ready boy? I replied Yes Sir. He pressed the plunger in and then removed the needle. Chris gave me a tissue to press against the site, and I raised my arm. Shall I continue?

Met up again with the top who fucked me in his closet. This time he just wanted a blowjob so I started sucking him for a few minutes and while he was moaning I told him to fuck my ass and he didn't argue. Got an all fours and he slid in and got himself up into a position to drive right into my prostate. He pressed me flat against the bed and pounded me for about 5 minutes before blowing his load in me. After he pulled out he started playing with my ass stretching me open and tried to see how many fingers he could fit in there and I was in heaven it felt so good. He did this for a few minutes till he pulled out and I got on my back and he slid his cock back in my ass and fucked me while I jerked off and came on my chest. Best fuck Ive had in a long time and hopefully he'll continue to give it to me.

My type is a horny man who wants to shoot his load deep inside me. That’s it. if he’s hot, he’s my type. if he’s ugly, he’s my type. if he’s masculine, he’s my type. if he’s feminine, he’s my type, if he’ll fuck me. if he’s hung, he’s my type. if he has a small dick, he’s my type. My last load was from a younger guy (26) with less than 5”. I had to spread my fat cheeks for him to breed me, and he shot a big load in me. Any hard dick, any size, any color, any (legal) age!

Those last few chapters have been very hot, was looking forward to seeing what happened to the son & it didn't disappoint!

Seeing guys with bushes when I was a kid.

Freshly fucked by a redhead

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

Here’s me

It's just a matter of time really when you let others bareback you. You take the risks with the spunky rewards. Just enjoy yourself and help fun, x x

Part 6: Draining Michael: Michael sat, alone. His fingers tapping the desk. In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke. For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell. Now he was worried. Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye. Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance. And he was horny. Well. He was always horny. But he seemed even more so recently. It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym. But he was just going through the motions. He just didn’t seem to have much energy. He stood. Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed. He pulled out the scrap of paper. The paper with a phone number written on it. Seb’s number. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight. Very horny. He picked up the phone. Dialled. Listened to the phone ring at the other end. Again. Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Seb. This is Michael. From… um.. from Halloween.” “Michael. Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you.” “Just wondering what you are up to tonight.” “Not much. Looking for mischief.” “Mischief sounds fun. Come over, we can make some.” “Give me your address.” Michael did. After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone. The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again. And he wasn’t sure why. The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received. And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called. Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang. Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door. Seb slipped inside. The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s. Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back. His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. Tongues intertwining. Cocks hard. Shirts tossed. Belts unfastened. Jeans discarded. Bodies together. Hands groping. Breath ragged. Both men were only in their underwear. Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees. His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs. Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self. Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick. Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock. His tongue tracing it’s shape. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off. His mouth returning to the hard cock. His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head. Fuck! This felt so good. But Michael was not looking for another blow job. He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom. Seb did not protest. Their lips found each other again. Bodies sinking down to the bed. Michael on his back. His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch. Seb straddled Michael’s hips. A knee to either side. His ass sinking slowly. His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him. His eyes locked with Michael’s. And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself. Michael smiled. The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom. Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended. He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all. And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing. The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation. Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft. Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended. His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body. His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression. Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure. Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin. The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath. Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace. Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation. To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top. But he could’t seem to get the leverage. Or even bring himself to say anything. So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks. He wanted to cum. But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close. It was so frustrating. But Michael couldn’t really complain. Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet. And he knew how to work Michael’s cock. The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic. Seb moving up and down. Michael’s cock sliding in and out. Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building. But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body. And still they fucked. Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued. Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away. He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours. Time had no meaning. Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes. Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched. Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole. As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again. His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper. Wave after wave. His cum gushing. Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick. Michael’s body shuddered. Every nerve in his body tingled. His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space. His mouth open in a silent moan. His muscles so tight they were cramping. Then, suddenly, relaxed. He sank bank into the bed. Unable to move. Exhausted. Drained. But Seb didn’t stop. The older man kept riding. Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft. Working his hole up and down the shaft. Shifting in subtle ways. Slightly different positions. His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open. Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip. Back down. Again and again. Always in control. Always controlling every motion. Michael’s cock was feeling sore. He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words. And so the fuck continued. Michael felt the frenzy building this time. He was going to cum again. Building. Building. Building. And then…. Rapture. If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first. He ached. Every muscle screaming for this to stop. His cock sore from the friction. Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice. Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times. But the thought never even occurred to him. And still Seb didn’t stop. Still riding. Still working. Determined. Merciless. His attention focused on Michael like a laser. Michael managed to glance at the clock. Oh fuck. They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours. His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body. A strange sound filled the room. A low moan. Whining. Wretched. Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there. And it wasn’t coming from Seb. No. It was coming from somewhere deep within himself. No! It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t make a sound like that. But he was. Seb was still watching him. Smiling. But there was something venomous in that smile. Something triumphant. “Give me what I want.” Seb said. The first words either of them had said in hours. “Succumb. Surrender.” Michael couldn’t reply. He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him. “Can you feel it?” Seb asked without pausing his motions. “Can you feel yourself ebbing? Fading? Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you just want to submit to it. Find where it leads you? A whole new experience for you?” And Michael could feel it. The room was dimming. His vision growing dark. But his cock still hard. Rearing towards another orgasm. Oh fuck. Almost there again. Oh. Fuck! So close. OH! FUCK! Here it comes! Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time. The darkness descended. He never felt his cum erupt over and over again. And over. And over.

I found out when I was 15 and spent the night at my friends house we had to share the bed, I trusted him and new him from playing soccer together. but when I woke up to him sliding his raw cock into my tight cherry boi pussy while telling me to be quiet and relax as well as saying you are going to love this. I was scared as hell but found it exciting once I got use to it and even liked the way it felt but when he sank his cock balls deep and filled my hole with his cum I went wild I. I new then I loved the feel of raw cock in my hole flooding my guts with cum and still love a guy in soccer gear or nylon short's