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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?!”

I was sitting in my office but still horny as fuck feeling my partners cum on my hole and desperately played with the plug I had in me so I went on the apps and was hit immediately by a cute 19 year old, stating he needed a hole to fuck and sent my a pic of a nice long and thick curved cock (I thought it was at least 9"). I quickly replied that my hole is his to use and that I already have a load in me which got him horny, he send me the address to nearby residential building and wanted me to ping him when I am at the entrance and he'll let me in. I was already in the Uber and on my way. I sent him a message telling that I'll be there in 2 min and he quickly replied that he'll meet me in the entrance. he was so hot, young but very athletic, wore a tight shirt to emphasize his muscles and a lose pants, we both smiled and he opened the door for us. when we got in the elevator I was confused that he pressed down to go to one of the parking floors and he explained that his parents are home and couldn't host but we can use the storage unit he always play in. Sounded hot to me and we lightly touched each other while he led the way, he turned on a dim light in the storage unit and I saw a mattress and some lube and a couple bottles of popper and smile. we immediately stripped and started making out, he was impressed when he saw my wet plugged hole and his dick got rock hard. All I could think of was damnnnn the pics he sent didn't do it justice and it was almost 11" and thick as fuck!!! I drooled and got on my knees to suck this magnificent beast. he politely asked if it was ok and if I'm sure I wanted him to fuck me because not all guys/girls he hook up with can. I just grinned and pulled him closer with my hands on his ass encouraging him to go rough. he took the hint and started ramming his cock down my throat making me groan filling my throat up. then he pulled out and his cock was slick and glistening with my throat juices and said he wanted my hole now! I told him to lay on the mattress and he asked if I needed lube or poppers and I answered no because I want to feel him use me hard. Pulled out the plug out of my hole and showed him how wet and gaping I was before I used my muscles and closed tight. He was groaning and I just began lowering myself till I felt the huge mushroom head touch my hole! took a deep breath and focused on my hole stretching as I was lowering my self on it slowly till I felt his pubes and he was fully lodged in my cunt!! he was impressed and I started to use my hole muscles to get used to it and also milk him before I started riding him. first it was slow but then I went full cowboy and rode him hard! We were both growing and I encouraged him to go harder and rougher so he decided to switch positions and now I was laying on my back with him on top of me and my legs on his shoulders without his enormous cock leaving! then he really went for it and began pounding my hole HARD!!! he lasted less then 10 min like this and we were both sweating when he said he's getting close. I was just whimpering and begged him to breed my cunt, that put him in overdrive and he was going even harder till I felt him staying deep and breeding me. I could feel his cock expanding with every shot he gave me, after about 10-11 shots he collapsed on me, sweating and we started making out while he was still deep in me. after such an intense fuck I thought it'd be it but while we were kissing he suddenly started gently fucking me again so I asked him to breed me again, he said the second time usually takes him longer to cum and asked if it's ok. So cute! Again I held him tight and deep in me and he took the hint. This time it started very soft, we were making love as he felt so good in my cummy hole filled with 2 big loads. We switched positions several times and I was fucked missionary, doggie, standing up and riding him for almost 45 minutes till I was laid on my back and he started ramming building himself up for a second load. This time when he came he just shuddered and came so hard and I came handsfree as well covering us both with cum. the second load felt almost as big as the first one and he shyly apologized that he cum a lot! I told him how much I love it and wished he'd never stop flooding me! we stayed like that for a bit more making out till he got softer and pulled out my slick cummy hole, I immediately moved and took him in my mouth, tasting all the loads, my ass juices and some streaks of pink from the pounding my hole took and I was so happy. Oink. When we got dressed we exchanged numbers and I told him we live close by and that we'd love to continue having fun, either just me and him or with my partner too and he got excited about the idea and asked how soon can we arrange something cause he never had a fuck like that without being asked to pull out because of the pain. I plugged my ruing cuumy hole back and kissed him before I left and told him that my hole is his to use anytime he wanted. While I was in an Uber on my way to lunch with a colleague I called my partner telling him all about the latest adventures and bragged lol

You almost nailed it. Here's the next chapter in point form. -went back to in-laws and passed out on his good scotch in their wreck room. - wife angrily woke me! -changed into running shorts and deep cut muscle shirt to get out for fresh air to clear my hangover headache. -In-laws watching with hate in their eyes as I run out the door. -ran the opposite direction from his house loosing track of my turns. -found myself in front of his house anyway. -found him naked in the hot tub -stripped off and joined him . -tried to convince him and myself the 'April Fools Joke' was his trying to convince me he was toxic poz. -fucked away what was left of the morning of April 1. -neighbour's watching, one filming. I'm told he posts on Twitter, but from too far to see faces. - we finally move inside and I'm fucked in front of huge screen TV. It's the neighbour's Twitter feed with closeups of our faces, he's upgraded his equipment. Sound even captures me mocking 'Poz my straight ass. ' - just after I'm bred my fifth load the clock strikes noon. -I insist he must tell me the truth now. -poz and highly toxic while on a meds vacation. - I run off in only my shorts. -Stop at the In-laws only for car keys and my wallet. I'm thankful wife and I don't share bank accounts or credit cards as I hit the road traveling west to who knows where. Thanks for all the likes guys. I really get off on writing this stuff and your encouragement. Happy bb fucking!

Part II: Encore Performance As I lay there in a daze, the lights dimmed. I vaguely heard the audience cheer. My bear slipped out of me; I felt his cum dribbling from my ass. He helped me up and held my hand as he led me off stage to more applause, the cheers led by Beth, Peggy, and their friends. In the dressing room the other performers crowded around to tell us what an amazing show it had been. I dressed slowly, still trying to process what had just happened, knowing my entire life had changed in the past hour. I was still wearing my wife’s watch and her engagement ring. I glanced at my cell phone and saw that my wife had texted me. I read the message: “DON’T COME HOME.” I sat there. Of course I couldn’t go home – we were done. But what was I supposed to do? My bear came over and sat next to me. He wrapped his arm around me. I showed hm the message. “You can come home with me. I’m Dave, by the way.” “I’m Andy,” I said. And then we both laughed because the whole place knew my name after the performance. Dave called us a ride and we held hands on the way back to his apartment. Once there he made us coffee. He told me that our coupling on stage was probably the hottest sex he had ever experienced. “Mine, too,” I said with a smile. From there it was a short distance into his bed where he fucked me again, this time mounting me from behind, pushing me down, and laying atop me. Of course, it was bareback – it didn’t occur to me to ask him to wear a condom. I was still wearing Beth’s jewelry, which looked so pretty and natural on me as I clutched the pillow. I whispered to him, “This is what I’ve always wanted.” Dave picked up the pace. I was stuffed full of his cock and felt an orgasm welling up deep inside me. I didn’t know whether it was from his thick tool hitting my prostrate or my cock rubbing the sheets, but it was an incredible sensation. I loved being a bottom! I exploded in an amazing climax, my cock pulsing as cum came out in waves. I turned my face to Dave and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I felt his orgasm moments later as he groaned into our kiss. The rest of the night we alternated between sleeping and fucking. In the morning, I woke him with a long blow job, tasting my ass on his cock. When he came, I did my best to swallow every bit, but some ended up on my beard. I loved the taste. We showered together. At breakfast, Dave invited me to stay as long as I wanted. I texted Beth again to ask how she was. Maybe on some level I thought she would accept me as, well, her gay boyfriend and confidant. She answered at once: “WE’RE DONE. YOU’LL HEAR FROM MY LAWYER. I replied, “I need some things like clothes.” “OK. BUT I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU. SEND YOUR BOYFRIEND. LOL.” Dave agreed to go to our house and collect what I needed. I told him to return the watch and ring. But when he came back to the apartment with a couple of suitcases, he told me that she had refused to take back the jewelry. “She said they looked better on her faggot husband. Your wife seems to be a real homophobe.” “I think she’s fine with gay men,” I replied. “She just doesn’t like having a gay husband.” *** I moved in with Dave, and we were soon in love and making plans for a life together. We had lots of bareback sex; I always bottomed for him. On the weekends he went back to perform at the club. The stage sex was simulated, so when he came home he would wake me to discharge all his pent-up male sexual energy in my ass. We didn’t sleep much. My wife and I texted occasionally. We both had lawyers to work out details of the divorce. One day, as we were texting about the spit, she messaged me, “BTW, I’M DATING SOMEONE.” I guess I was a little surprised that she had moved on so quickly. But I had, too. Then she added, “WE’LL SEE YOU SOON.” I didn’t know what she meant, but no more messages followed. A couple of days later, the director of the Theatre called me. (Dave had given him my number.) “Hey, Andy, would you like to make an encore appearance. I have a special request from someone who saw you that night.” I thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure. Would this be a simulated show or the real thing?” “Real,” he said. “Very real, but different. You would be gang-banged on stage.” As what he said sunk in, I realized the idea was turning me on. Watching a lot of gay porn, I had started to fantasize about being fucked by a group of men. “And you’ll get paid. $5000.” At the moment, facing divorce and needing money, that was a lot. “I didn’t know you paid that much.” “Oh, we don’t. We couldn’t afford it. But the person who requested you come back offered to pay.” How could I say no? I would live out a sexual fantasy and earn as much in one night as I earned in a month at my job. I told him I would do it. “Great. One more thing. The sponsor insists that you wear that woman’s wristwatch and the diamond ring again. Also, you need to paint your nails with bright red polish, real trampy.” The requests seemed odd, but I agreed to all of it. I wanted the money and I wanted the sex. We were on for the next Saturday night. Dave got the bright idea that I should shave all my body hair for the performance. “You’ll look more effeminate when all those studs are having their way with you.” He helped me reach the spots I couldn’t. *** Saturday arrived. I was so nervous it wasn’t easy to do my nails, but I managed it. I slipped on Beth’s watch and ring. As I gazed at myself in the mirror – smooth, slender body, the red nails, pretty jewelry – I reflected on how much I had changed in such a short time. Dave came up behind me, rubbed his hands along my bare arms, and nibbled my neck. I could feel his erection through his pants. “Better save that for later, sweetie,” I murmured. “I have big plans first.” We hopped into an uber for a ride to the club. This time we went in by the back entrance. In the dressing room were four men I hadn’t seen before. They were different, older, some not in good shape, but all physically much bigger and more masculine than me. All wore leather. I noticed that some had poison symbol tattoos above their dicks. “This is Andy,” the director said. They eyed me like a piece of meat, which I suppose I was. I started to undress, still conscious of their stares. The director approached me with a small backpack. “Tonight’s sponsor requires you to wear what’s in this.” I opened it and was shocked. Inside was a black dog collar and leash, a slinky black lace teddy, and black high-heeled shoes. “Do I have to dress up like this?” I asked the director. “If you want the $5K, yes. And Dave, you will walk Andy on stage, holding his leash.” Dave didn’t seem surprised about any of this. I began to wonder if maybe he knew more about the whole thing than I did. The director handed me a release which I signed quickly without reading. I followed the director’s instruction about what to wear. I didn’t really want to look at myself, but there were too many mirrors in the dressing room. Everywhere I turned, I saw myself, a feminized sissy. Quite cute. The sort of faggot a top would enjoy using for a mindless fuck. I could only imagine what my wife would have said. The other men made rude comments about what they were going to do to me. I found myself both embarrassed and excited. “One more thing,” the director said, “As the release says, we’re filming tonight’s show.” “Wait. No. I don’t want to be in a porn film all over the internet.” “No worries, Andy,” he said. “The sponsor wants it for private viewing only. You’re protected.” I was relieved. So much was happening so fast I couldn’t think clearly. Fortunately, Dave was by my side, reassuring me that everything would be fine and I was in for the time of my life. “Show time,” the director announced. “Tops on stage first.” I could hear the crowd applauding and cheering. The director went on stage and spoke into a hand microphone: “Good evening. Let’s welcome back by popular demand our special guest star…Andy!” With that, Dave led me on stage by the leash. I walked carefully in the high heels, one foot in front of the other the way my wife did, and it gave me a rather feminine wiggle. I kept my eyes down. I could feel myself blushing. The stage lights made my diamond ring sparkle and my red nails seemed more vivid. I saw the other men, clad in leather, pumping their cocks. Loud applause showered down on us. Dave led me to a long ottoman at center stage pointed at the crowd and told me to kneel on it on all fours. “Face the audience, Andy, and look up.” I did and my eyes widened. Directly in front of me, no more than six feet away, sat Beth, holding hands with a man I recognized as her former lover Phil. Next to her sat Peggy and her husband. They were giggling and whispering to each other, pointing at me. As I looked to either side, I saw a number of her other girlfriends, some who had been at the last show and others who hadn’t. I felt totally humiliated. I closed my eyes, wishing I could be any place else at that moment. And then it hit me: Beth was the sponsor! She was paying to see me fucked on stage by a group of HIV-positive men. And she would have the video. The audience went quiet. The room was tense with anticipation. As I was processing the whole thing, I realized that Dave had started lubing my ass. The first stud, a handsome older bear with a thick grey beard and a beer belly mounted the ottoman behind and pressed the tip of his cock against my hole. My sphincter, well-trained by Dave’s cock the past few weeks, welcomed the intruder. I shut my eyes and gasped. This cock was thicker than Dave’s. I felt the familiar burning sensation for a moment and then the warmth and fullness overwhelmed all other sensation and all thought. I was now simply a fuck toy for other men to use, and I loved it. I opened my eyes to see Beth staring at me. I could see contempt in her cold eyes. She was enjoying my humiliation – and I was excited in turn by her disdain. My first top grabbed my hips and began plunging in and out at a faster pace. I heard high-pitched “ah!” vocalizations and realized they came from me. His balls slapped loudly against mine. It took just a few minutes until I heard the deep grunt of a man about to release his seed and then felt him erupt inside me. Beth, Phil, Peggy, and everyone in the audience cheered loudly. Peggy led the cries, “More! More!” Top number two approached. Dave called out, “Let’s give them a side view.” Together they swung the ottoman 90 degrees. Dave came around in front of me and waved his cock a few inches from my mouth. I grasped his dick and began to suck it. As I did so, the second top mounted me from behind and shoved his rod into me in one forceful motion. I grunted a loud “ummph!” as he did, the only sound I could make with Dave’s cock in my mouth. The audience could see me taking cock at both ends and roared approval. I heard Peggy’s voice above the noise as she shouted to Beth, “Your husband is such a slut!” I sensed that Dave was getting close. He gripped my head in both hands and fucked my mouth rapidly, then pulled out to shoot a huge load across my face. He leaned down to wipe his cum into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked his fingers clean. More applause. Meanwhile, top number two was reaching his peak, thrusting in and out rapidly until he erupted deep inside me. More delicious wetness! More audience cheers! I was really getting into it, being a wanton cum dump in front of a hundred people, including my wife and her friends. I turned to another leather-clad stud with a thick gray beard and signaled with my finger that I wanted him. “Ready for another cock in your cunt, boy?” he said loudly. He ordered me to turn over. I lay there on my back and pulled my legs up and apart. I turned my head to look at Beth. I wondered what she must be thinking. Was she embarrassed to have been married to such a pussy boy and not have realized sooner that he was gay? My train of thought was interrupted by the sensation of another thick cock entering me. I was pretty loose now so there was no pain or burning. Top number three simply slid deep into my ass without resistance. My eyes rolled back in my head as I delighted in the sensation of being so well lubed by cum that a top could enter me as easily as I used to slip into Beth’s cunt when she was aroused. The third guy pulled my legs into his shoulders and bent them back into my chest as he fucked me. Now I could see my black shoes, the stiletto heels pointing at the overhead lights. I gripped my top’s thick arms and held on as he pummeled my butthole. Once he slipped out and I reached between us to guide his cock back to the puckered point of entry. In one thrust he was in me so deep I could feel his wiry cock hairs scratching my smooth butt. He roared loudly as he orgasmed, then stayed inside me as his cock pulsated for several minutes. When he finally pulled out, I felt warm cum dribbling from my ass and pooling beneath me. There was one stud left – a tall, heavyset black man with a long, thick dick. I guess I had saved the best for last. By now I was trembling, both exhausted and excited. Top number four approached as I lay there on my back, breathing hard. I pulled my legs up and apart. He entered my ass smoothly and without meeting any resistance and in seconds was buried deep inside my cum-filled ass. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he ordered. I did as I was told and suddenly found myself lifted off the ottoman, impaled on his cock as he supported me with his powerful arms and legs. He began to fuck me standing up. I heard people say “Oooo!” and “Look at that!” He stood up and pivoted easily so my back was to the audience. They could all see my top’s black cock inside my hole as he began to thrust slowly. When he slid out, his cock was covered with cum and lube for all to see. It was even better as he poured back into me because the crowd could see him penetrate me inch-by-inch. Most of the audience was watching with rapt attention and applauding. Then my top turned around so I was facing the audience with my arms and legs wrapped around him. I saw my dainty hands as I gripped his thick arms. In the lights my diamond ring glistened. I remembered the moment I had slipped it on Beth’s finger, thinking she would wear it forever and how sexy it was. I glanced at my girlie watch and saw that I had been performing (if you could call it that!) for more than an hour. My top looked at me and kissed me deeply. His breath tasted of cigarettes and beer. So raunchy, and I loved it. When our lips parted I found myself looking directly at the front row. There was Peggy and her husband clapping and Phil cheering. Beth just sat there, her arms folded across her waist, giving me an icy stare, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk. She was enjoying my humiliation. But so was I. I was so aroused that the pressure of my cock on the fourth top’s big gut propelled me to another orgasm. As I felt it building in my cock, I kept my eyes locked on Beth’s until I went over the edge. The clenching of my ass on my top’s cock brought him to a peak, too, pistoning rapidly in and out as the crowd roared their approval. For the next few minutes, I was in a daze. I felt my top lay me down on the ottoman and pull his cock from my ass, and more cum ooze out. I could feel that my ass hadn’t closed. I vaguely heard the director thank the crowd and the stage lights dimmed. I was shivering with spent passion. I felt Dave come up next to me and wrap his arm around me as I leaned into his embrace. Then I became aware of someone standing in front of me and looked up. It was Beth. She looked at us and said, “Thanks for your help, Dave.” “No worries,” he answered. “I know Andy needs the money after the divorce.” "Take care of the little faggot,” she sneered. “He’s where he belongs now.” She turned her back to us, walked down the steps, and left with her new boyfriend, Peggy, and the rest. Dave looked at them and muttered simply, “What a bitch.” I just said, “I guess she really does hate gay men.” *** A couple of days later I became very sick with flu symptoms. Dave took me to get tested and of course the results were positive. I was happy because the timing meant he was the gifter. As soon as I recovered, he proposed to me and we started planning our wedding. After all, I already had the engagement ring. So the story has a happy ending. Well, almost. A couple of months later, Beth and I finalized our divorce. Of course, knowing about the video, I really couldn’t contest anything, so she took me to the cleaner, as they say. When the papers were signed, I texted her to ask that she return the video. “WON’T DO YOU ANY GOOD, SISSY-BOI.” “What do you mean?” “I’VE ALREADY POSTED THEM ON EVERY GAY PORN SITE I COULD FIND!”

The next morning Mike woke up wrapped around his new husband kissing him as he eased the buttplug out rolling him on his back and sliding into that still slightly red and swollen hole holding back the last few inches trying to be gentle and show Jeff the tender side of sex. That lasted about a minute before a timid Jeff asked “Mike, can you do it harder? Deeper? Can you make it hurt like last night?” Mike grinned. Here was a man who didn’t just endure the pain his oversized cock could pain he loved it. “You got it Baby Boy” Mike said pulling his hips back then slamming forward past that inner wall making Jeff’s entire body spasm his hole clenching and relaxing around Mike’s throbbing shaft as Mike pounded him “Fu-uuuuuuuuk I’m cumming" Jeff whimpered sending Mike over the edge as he shot into that willing receptive ass. After a quick repeat against the shower wall Mike and Jeff dressed and clean up things in the living room. “I have never cum without touching myself before last night” Jeff said. “It hurt like hell when you first popped in but when you got deeper the pain stopped being a bad thing. You said you liked causing it and my body just sort of channeled it to my cock instead of hurting it got me closer to cumming” “I hit the jackpot yesterday then and I’m not talking about money” Mike said sinking into a large char “My Ex and most guys I knew before him took a week to recover from a good satisfying fuck.” The phone on the end table rang and Jeff answered/ “Oh yes, send him up and could you send up breakfast for three? Thanks!” he said then he plopped down into Mike’s lap kissing him and snuggling. A couple minutes later the elevator opened and a man who looked like what Mike imagined Jeff would in 5 or 6 years if Jeff had dark hair stepped out, pausing a second seeing Jeff in Mike’s lap then walking in. “So you really did it, I blame mom and dad” he said, stopping to stand a few feet away annoyance and amusement warring on his face. “Mike this is my brother Robert. Not Rob or Bob and god help you if you call him Bobby. Just Robert. Robert this is my husband Mike” Jeff said with a huge grin “Nice to meet you” Mike said a bit uneasily. What he had actually done yesterday sinking in a bit more “Oh don’t worry about me. I feel sorry for you. My little brother decided he wanted you and he got you. He’s a lot to handle. I hope you are a patient man” Robert said, leaning down to shake Mike’s hand “What did you mean you blame your mom and dad?” Mike asked “Mom and dad have always done right by Jeff. They took most of what he made as a kid and put it with the best money manager in the country and they always made sure he had the best representation when dealing with the music labels. They also wrapped him in bubble wrap and kept him out of almost every important decision in his life. It took him a little while to realize once he turned 18 he didn’t have to put up with it any more. I told then he would do something crazy once he got loose. He and I contacted all the people mom and dad hired for him and told them they worked for Jeff now and if they didn’t like it they could be replaced. They got the picture real quick. So now this little beast is free to do whatever he wants. I’m a C.P.A. I look over his books and his lawyers look after the rest” Robert said “Beast!” Jeff protested and they all laughed. The elevator opened again and a breakfast big enough to feed a football team was brought in and set up on a side table “So tell me about yourself” Robert asked as they helped themselves. “Well as you can see I’m a sucker for brown eyes and a beautiful smile” Mike said a bit sheepishly and they all laughed again. “I’m a tattoo artist. My shop is just off the strip” “Winner of the South West Region Tattoo Artist Of The Year three years running!” Jeff chimed in “How did you know that?” Mike asked Jeff gave him an amused look “Mike, I have two private detectives and seven lawyers on retainer and my Uncle is local county Sheriff. By the time I got to your shop yesterday I knew more about you than your mother does. I’m reckless but I’m not stupid” Mike just sat there looking like a poleaxed mule “Close your mouth Babe” Jeff said “I told you I feel sorry for you” Robert followed Mike cleared his throat and continued the conversation lasting for a couple hours as he got to know more about his husband and his brother then Robert said “You have that photo shoot for your movie in 2 hours” Jeff sighed “I’ll go get dressed” he said rising “You want to come?” he asked looking at Mike Actually I have a one pm appointment at the shop so I should go myself. Jeff gave him a quick kiss and headed to the bedroom. “He’s glowing” Robert said once Jeff was out of the room “You really make him happy” “In one day he’s become the center of my life” Mike said “Don’t worry I will never hurt him” silently adding “emotionally” in his mind. Mike got to the shop in time to tidy up and his afternoon appointment went well working on the shoulder of a very large very straight quarterback who won the superbowl a couple years back and the tattoo work had it’s usual affect on Mike. As they were exiting the shop Mike saw Jeff in the parking lot shaking hands with his landlord but quickie forgot that as Jeff spotted them and yelled “Hank!” running up and hugging the quarterback “Billy! What are you doing here?” Hank asked hugging back “Just waiting for my new husband to get off work” he said proudly taking Mike’s hand “Husband!?!?” “Uhh hu just yesterday” Jeff said holding up his hand showing off the ring “Congratulations to both of you!” Hank said warmly “I’ve known Billy since he did the halftime show he’s a great guy! Billy, call me! We will hit the town to celebrate!” Then he shook Mike’s hand and headed for his car. All Mike could do was pull Jeff to him and put an arm around hiis shoulder as he watched that firm muscle ass walk away. “What were you doing with my landlord?” Mike asked as they stepped off the elevator into the penthouse “Oh! I was buying the building your shop is in! No more rent for you Mr.” “Jeff! You shouldn’t have done that!” “Well then you probably don’t want to know that I also paid off your mortgage, your car, your credit cards and your business loan either then” Jeff said with a smirk “Wha…” Mike said “I’m your spouse and i have good lawyers who work fast” Jeff said “Jeff!” Mike yelled “you need to talk to me about things like that first” Jeff’s eyes went wide and innocent “Have I been a bad boy?” he asked Mike had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the look on Jeff’s face finally managing to growl “Yes you have. Come with me.” leading him into the living room, taking a paddle from his suitcase and sitting in a chair “Get those pants off and kneel” Mike ordered watching as Jeff obeyed then bending the younger man over his knees tapping that firm round ass with the paddle a couple times before giving it a hard swat hearing a sharp inhalation from Jeff “You will discuss important matters like this with me BEFORE you do them from now on. Do you understand me Boy?” Mike growled adding another harder swat “Yes Sir!” Jeff said “I didn’t hear you Boy” adding two hard swats “Yes Sir!” Jeff yelled Mike added three more hard swats before pushing the Boy off his lap and over the same ottoman. Not bothering to speak Mike dropped his pants got on his knees and pushed deep into Jeff’s waiting hole and knowing tenderness would be wasted proceed to pound that 19 year old hole within an inch of it’s life injecting two hot loads of virus and cum before carrying his husband to the bed and fucking him a third time on his back collapsing on top of the smaller man as he came and falling asleep still inside of him.

Master did not pull out after he came but rather picked me up with his still rock hard cock deep in me and took me to the basement. He pumped into me slowly and I saw my father licking up the mix of blood cum and piss that was left on the floor. Master kept pumping into me as he laid me down in one of the leather hammocks. “Hold your ass up don’t let any of my seed fall out slut” he said as he walked away I tried my hardest to hold my ass up keeping masters precious seed inside me. He came back soon after with a baggie of crystals and two needles. “You want this meth you fucking druggie bitch” he said “Yes please master I need it” i begged “You want it all you fucking methwhore” “Yes please give it to me I need it and your cock” I screamed out With that he poured the entire bag into my hole and I was hit with a burning sensation when he plunged his cock in right after. He held still in me as he pushed both syringes in my arms. He pulled back the plungers the slammed them down and pulled my arms up. I was flying when he began slamming into me as I felt nothing but pleasure when he tore me apart. My father came down and knelt by my face. He stuck his tongue down my throat. After a bit my father pulled away and talked to master. I couldn’t care less what they said as all I could focus on was master’s cock. Soon after my father sat down on my face and held my mouth to his hole. His asshole felt more like a pussy as I ran my tongue around his hole before I dug in and started to devour my father’s delicious shit hole. Every once and a while I felt squirts of cum into my guts but was unsure how much time passed otherwise. I felt meth injected into me a few more times, but after a while my dad pulled off. “Daddy please” I begged “Oh I know son don’t worry I’m just making sure you stay nice and high baby” he said as he walked to the wall. “You’ve taken too many slams and we can’t find a good vein so we need to get you your meth another way” “Ok daddy” I said as as he returned with a large thin tube and IV bag. “Now you’re gonna learn the only use for your pathetic cock faggot.” Master said between grunts as he slammed himself. He was drenched in sweat and was now fully naked at least as far as I could see. “This’ll feel great baby just relax” dad said as he grabbed my caged cock. He took an end of the tube that had a metal head and pushed it against my piss hole. It popped in after a second and burned like hell, but even as I moaned out dad continued to pushe the tube deep down my cock. It began to feel amazing when suddenly I felt a pressure deep in me. My dad noticed the stop and put the open end of the tube in my mouth. “Hold onto this and swallow everything” he said before pushing the tube past the resistance and I felt a strange release before yellow liquid began to flow through the tube. As the acidic liquid hit my tongue I realized it was my piss. “Drink up all that chem piss faggot.” Master yelled as he pounded into me. After a minute I noticed I felt higher then before and when the piss finally stopped my dad took the tube from my mouth and connected it to the IV hanging down. I felt a burning deep in me and realized it was more meth. “Ahhh oh my god.” I cried out overwhelmed by the sensation in my bladder. This prompted master to roughly grab one of my pumped up nipples with one of his hand and squeeze the iv bag with the other, increasing the pressure in my bladder. I could barely think with the combined sensations. As my dad walked back with something in his hand he began to bite on my other nipple and finger my moaning mouth. Once the bag was empty my dad grabbed hold of the base of the tube and quickly ripped it out. The pain sent me into and orgasmic shock as I watched the bloody tube rip out of me. As soon as the tube was out he shoved in a long thick rubber tube down my cock. “There you go son now you’ll be nice and high for a while.” He said “Feed that fag your prolapse” master ordered my father. “Yes sir” my dad replied as he stepped above my face once more but this time instead of crouching he slowly pushed his ruined hole out into a huge red bulge. He lowered his massive prolapse into my mouth as I eagerly made out with his pushed out hole. I vaguely heard my father moaning as the world fell away again replaced by the lusty burn of meth. I continued to eat my father prolapsed ass until he left at some point and master leaned down throat fucking me with his tongue as he clawed at my swollen nipples and slapped my inflated balls. “This is gonna be your last load for the night fag. Your fuckhole of a father wants a few loads before he goes to bed and you’ve had more than enough for tonight slut.” He said pulling away from my mouth. “Please more I need —“ I tried to beg but was cut off with a hard slap to the face. “YOU NEED NOTHING FAGGOT” master screamed as he shot his final load in me before pulling out and quickly replacing his cock with a large piece of duct tape to hole my hole shut. He walked away without another word and when I tried to stand to follow I found that I had been locked into the hammock at some point. A few hours later I heard a noise as my father came down. “How are you feeling son” he said as he dragged his hand up my bare body “Empty daddy please give me your cock” I begged like a bitch in heat. “Oh I wish I could sweetheart but I’ve been locked up since I met master I haven’t fucked anything since you were conceived, but don’t worry I brought a gift for you baby boy.” He said as he walked to my face “Open wide” he said as he positioned his ass above my mouth and pushed out at least five of master’s massive loads. I gobbled them down quickly and licked the residue from daddy’s hole. “Thank you so much I love you daddy” I said as I finished. “Of course son I love you too now let’s get your load in deep” with that he unhooked the head end of the hammock and I fell, held up only by the cuffs around my ankles. Dad grabbed two weird gloves that went up to his hairy shoulders. They clanked as he put them on. “These’ll make sure your hole is fully raw to accept master’s precious dna” as he walked by I realized they were rough chainmail. He pulled the duct tape from my hole and plunged his fist straight in. It burned like hell and I could hear the sloshing noises as he pulled my hole apart. As he kept pushing deeper I began to moan. “That’s a good slut enjoy your dad pushing diseased cum deep into you” he moaned out. I then heard rather than saw that he was fisting himself with his other gloved hand. My hole felt totally beaten when my father took his hand out. He left me hanging there while he put the gloves away before kissing me on the mouth and walking back upstairs.

The next few days continued the same way. I was locked in the basement being bred all day and night almost entirely loosing track of time. Master kept me bleeding and full of his cum the entire time. I had no idea how much time was passing thanks to the constant flow of drugs, however on what I later found out was seven days after I met master I was brought to the bathroom by my father. “You’ve done so well these past few days your guaranteed to be master’s” he said walking me to a side room. “Now it’s time for you to start the rest of your slave training.” “Thanks daddy” I said eagerly as I walked with his thick hairy arm around my slim hairless frame. He brought me to a small padded closet with a large wooden chair with the bottom removed. He sat me down in it and strapped my arms, legs, and chest to the chair. He began rummaging around behind the chair before walking forward with a massive 18 inch dildo. “Suck on the tip son cause that’s all the lube you get.” He said as I opened my mouth for the tip. Instead of just the tip however he shoved the dildo full force down my throat. I took about 8 inches before my gag reflex triggered and I threw up. “Oh looks like we’ll have to work on that son” he said walking back behind the chair where I felt the dildo penetrate my hole before being forced all the way in then pulled back out. “Ok now that the fucking machine is going let’s handle this cock of yours.” He brought over what looked almost like a pocket pussy but it was connected to a larger machine. He unlocked the cage on my cock and took it off. “Appreciate this son you’ll only use your penis a few more times in your life” he said as he began stroking my cock. While I did get hard it was noticeably small then before I had come here, maybe more than 3 inches lost but it looked and felt fully hard. “Oh yeah the cage shrinks your cock son. It is recoverable normally but we’ll make sure yours stays small, won’t you like that sweetheart” daddy said as he positioned my cock into the machine. “Yes daddy I don’t need it not when I have master” I said obediently “Atta boy, this machine right here will help with that too.” He said as he slide the sleeve down on my cock. That was when I felt a thick metal rod penetrating my piss hole as the sleeve slid down. “OH” I moaned “It uses varying pressures and electricity to destroy the blood vessels in your cock preventing errection.” He said ignore my moans as he turned the machine on. It felt good at first with my cock being sucked in and the rod slowly moving in and out. After a minute the pressure began to build and I could see my cock getting painfully big. I was then hit with several intense shocks from inside my cock. Before the pressure drastically dropped shrinking my cock and forcing the blood out. As this continued my father grabbed my head and strapped it to the back of the chair. Before fitting a mask over my nose and mouth. The mask had two hoses that stuck straight into my nostrils and a mouth piece that I could barely fit in my mouth. Once it was fitted I felt it suction on. A thick slightly sour and acidic liquid began to flow in through the mouth piece and the air from the nose pieces had a strange chemical smell that made me light headed. “Make sure to drink down everything son, it’s everything a faggot like you needs.” He said as he rubbed my head. He then attached two large vacuum pumps onto my nipples that I thought were going to rip them off at first before he got two IV bags that looked to be full of blood and hung them above me. “This blood will make sure that you convert.”he said as he put the needles from the bags into each of my arms. “Now for the final piece” he said turning on a large screen in front of me. “You’ve seen some of this before I made sure that you would find it, it’s why you’ve been so good and accepting, though I do think you would have accepted this eventually we just needed to speed it along. One of master’s friends uses this on his slaves and master wanted to see how it would work, enjoy son” dad said as he walked out. Cock flashed infront of me along with images of cum and holes and tons of other things I didn’t recognize. I heard the strange audio too. Deep music with whispers in it. Soon all I could think about was the video I felt my mind being melded and filled with cum. I’m not sure how long I was in there, they still won’t tell me but it couldn’t have been more than a day or 2. When dad came to retrieve me my mind was brand new. Full of gay sex, all aspirations except serving cock gone. Once my father removed all the devices I lunged at his locked cock trying to taste it through the cage. He kicked me hard in the balls with his steel toe boots which sent me to the ground my flaccid deflated looking cock leaking cum. “Seems like it worked isn’t that right son” “Yes daddy” I moaned out as he picked me up. Back in the chair he jerked me off for a minute and looked pleased when he saw no response. He then placed a cage even smaller then my last that left only a nub where my cock was. “Cmon master wants to see how you’re doing” he said before guiding me to the bathroom where a pink lace thong waited along with nipple clamps that had hearts hanging off them. The thong felt so good between the flaps of my ruined cunt and the nipple clips dug into my puffed up nipples just right so that cum dribbled out my cage. As we made our way up the stairs I couldn’t help moaning as my dads fingers circled the edge of my cunt. Once I made it upstairs I saw him, my god, my master. He was sitting in a leather arm chair his cock fully errect, covered in metal bands, the only other clothes he wore were a pair of boots. I walked up to him and straddled him. I knew he wouldn’t need me to suck his cock, his piercings would get all the lube they need from cutting up my cunt. As I plunged all the way down on his cock in on go, my thong shooting up into my cunt. I began to suck on his massive hairy pierced pecs as I rode him. “Seems like Steven’s video worked, the slut knows what he’s doing.” He said to my father “Thank you master” I moaned out before master stuck my face in his armpit and continued to talk to my father as I focused on licking up his man smell and sweat. After maybe half an hour of worship master with my mouth and cunt he rewarded me with his seed. As he bottomed out past my inner cunt I moaned out “thank you for your seed master” I got off, holding my hand to my cunt to make sure none of master’s precious seed fell out. Thankfully only blood came out. He must’ve bred his load fully past my inner cunt. The next few days continued on like this, me wandering the house, constantly being shot up with drugs and seed, that was until one day I woke up feeling awful. I had been sleeping in the basement next to the gimp, when I woke up to an intense nausea and fever. I knew the fuck flu had finally taken me as I threw up all over the bathroom. I ran up stairs almost passing out due to the fever combined with having barely eaten in weeks. I finally made it to masters room where he laid with my father cuddling up to him. I pulled the covers down and mounted masters soft cock. My father woke up first, and realizing what was happening help pull me up and down on master hardening shaft. “Fuck faggot you fever hole feels so nice” master said as he woke up before pounding hard into me for a few minutes. Before he came he pulled out and laid me on the bed. He took his chain necklace with a key on it and leaned down to my fathers PA. As he unlocked it he said to my father. “Make it count because after this you’re never using your cock again so long as I live.” “Yes master” my father said before standing between my spread legs. He was quickly jerking his newly free cock to get hard. “You’re not gonna get any harder then that pussy boy, your cocks been locked up for nearly 10 years” master said with a chuckle “Yes master” my father said as he pushed forward. I was briming with excitement at taking my fathers cock. He began to hump but I felt nothing until he collapsed on me a few seconds later. “What happened dad” I asked “I’ll tell you what happened” master said “this fucking pathetic man cunt sold his son for one more chance to use his cock and came in 3 pathetic pumps you couldn’t even feel” he said as he walked behind my father who was crying. Master kneed him hard between the legs and he collapsed. Master then took up his previous position and kept fucking my fever hole. I was in ecstasy as master pounded into me. My father crawled back to the bed crying “I’m sorry son” he cried “It’s uh o-oh-okay daaaad” I moaned out as master pounded me “you weren’t meant to fuck people just like I wasn’t” I said as I grabbed his tiny cock and pulled him to my mouth. Once I got his pathetic cock in his i bit down hard. My father screamed as master held him. After a minute I felt his cum begin to shoot into my mouth mixed with his blood. Master shot into me soon after and I looked up at my crying father and said “thank you for selling me to lust”

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.

I was on Grindr last night and was contacted by a young fraternity guy .They were having a party and were looking for an older bottom guy to play with. Two rules 1. there would be 15-20 guys there would be alcohol I had to accommodate any and all with oral and anal 2, there would be no condoms I had to take cum either in my mouth or ass All would be at least 20-25 years old. I went to the house and got ready in one no of the bedrooms after some drinks they started to wonder in i the 5 hours I was there I got 10 loads in my ass and 6 in my mouth Highlight was three guys who fucked me immediately one after the other One would pull out and the next go right in After they were done I had cum dripping down my balls on the bed my ass and jaw were sore the next day

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

Older Neighbor Friend Part 2 Jake stayed buried in me....hand still on my cock. I noticed Jake was shaking a little as every drop of man cum left his body. Slowly, he stopped shaking and then his eyes opened and a big smile crossed his face. "oh fuck Tim, I am still dripping in you! That was so fucking hot. Your ass feels so good on my cock. Did you enjoy it too baby?" Jake asked I smiled wider than I had in a long time. "yes daddy, it was better than anything I could imagine". Jake slowly pulled his softening cock from in me and collapsed on top of me, head on my shoulder. He was breathing harder than me and I just wrapped my arms around him. I whispered to him, "I would love that again sometime". Jake raised his head from my shoulder and looked at me. "Tim, anytime you want me inside of you please let me know. I loved fucking you. Honestly Tim, I want to breed you so much". I closed my eyes and smiled, and then I felt his cum load making its way through my insides. I smiled even wider. Jake and I finally parted and agreed to take a quick shower and hit the pool one more time before I had to go. "Let me go start the shower Tim", Jake said as he got off of me and left me on his bed. "I will call you in when it is hot". I watched him walk into the bathroom, just making out his big balls as he walked. I heard the shower water start as I closed my eyes to relive what had just taken place. I was covered in my own cum and also laying in a growing pool of Jake's cum, as I could feel his load slowly leaking out of me. My mind flashed back to first seeing his beautiful cock at the pool to now. As my eyes were still closed, I reached my hand down to feel my now wet and slightly sore ass. I had never felt like this before. There was cum on my ass cheeks and on the bed. I moved my fingers up to my inner ass cheeks, spread my legs slightly, and ran a finger around my ass hole, it seemed puffy and so wet. I was amazed at how much cum there was. "Tim, the shower is nice and warm, come join me", I heard Jake say from the bathroom. I immediately snapped out of my dream and got up off the bed, my legs a little wobbly when my feet hit the floor. It was now that I started to feel the bigger part of Jake's load using gravity to exit my body. I could actually feel his cum starting to run down my inner thigh. Jake had a little bit bigger shower in his bathroom, which was very nice. I pulled the door open and saw him standing there, front to me and back to the shower, letting the water run down his body. I had to stare at his beautiful full man cock for a second. He was gorgeous, seemed to be a little less than semi hard. "Come on in and shut the door", he said. I got all the way in and pulled the glass door shut behind me. Jake said, "here babe, you stand under the water I have to piss". He grabbed me by the shoulders and led me around so I was under the water. Jake stood in front of me and turned slightly and started to pee. I couldn't take my eyes off of Jake's cock as it let loose a long stream of piss. Jake just let out a low groan. "whew, needed to pee bad, glad you don't mind", Jake said. "I love watching you pee Jake, if I am being honest". As Jake's stream slowed to a trickle he guided my hand to his cock and asked me to squeeze out the last. Of course I obliged and in doing so aimed his cock at me. Jake hit me with the last few spurts of his piss. That was a first, and it was very hot! "Damn Tim, that was nice to see. We might have to visit this again one day" Jake said smiling. "I agree with that sir". "Turn around Tim, let me wash your ass and get you clean". I turned my back to Jake and I felt him rubbing my back. I then heard him getting a wash cloth ready then felt him rubbing it around my ass cheeks, getting my body soapy. I felt one of my ass cheeks pulled apart and his finger enter me. My head fell back and my legs automatically spread open further. "Fuck boy, I can feel my cum in you. Sorry babe, I put a lot in you this time, but damn glad! it was needed". "please don't ever say sorry Jake, I loved it so much and wouldn't ever change a thing", I told him. Jake withdrew his finger from my aching ass and pulled me close, bring his face to ear. "I can't wait to fuck you again Tim, I hope it is soon". I felt Jake's big cock on the side of my ass cheek and starting to grow. "please sir, I need you to fuck me again, anytime you want". :watch out Tim, I just might get used to your ass on my cock". And now his cock was hard up against my back. I knew what I wanted so I reached back and held on to his big cock. At the same time I took a small step forward and bend over slightly. Then guided his big manly dick towards my ass crack. "are you sure Tim? I can wait, but it has to be soon". I continued guiding Jake's cock until I felt the head reach my wet hole. I turned to Jake, "please cum in me one more time today. please sir". Jake took his cock from my hand and told me, "spread your ass open for daddy, I need to be in your ass again". I did just that, pulling my ass apart. immediately I felt Jake's cock head poking at my sore ass ring. My own cock started growing immediately as his cock touched my hole. "that's it baby boy, open up for me", Jake said. I felt his cock head starting to spread me open. I started pushing out, as he had taught me, at the same time as he pushed his cock in. The sensation of my my sore ass ring was a little tender, but that gave way to the immense pleasure I started feeling from his cock spreading me open! 'pop' and his cock was in me, continuing to invade my insides again. I let go of my ass cheeks and braced myself on the wall ahead of me. I felt Jake's hands grip my waist as he continued to push into me. Fuck, it felt so amazing. This time Jake was not stopping, but pushing deep into me with one long stroke. Soon I felt Jake's body against my ass cheeks. "Tim, the heat from your ass is amazing. I can feel your body pulsing around my cock." I could feel it too. His cock was all the way in me, deeper that it was only a short time ago, I was sure of it. By now my cock was so hard and I needed to stroke it. As I began to stroke my cock I felt Jake start to pull out and then push back in again. This happened over and over, the pace quickening with each motion. "I need to fuck you Tim, fuck you deep and fill you with my load". "Please don't stop daddy, please fuck me full of your cum. I want it all". I was getting all that I wanted now. There was no stopping Jake now, not that I would, but I knew he was taking ownership of my ass and I was very happy. "Daddy I am cumming", I yelled. my orgasm started as soon as I told him that, he was stroking me just right and I shot another load onto his shower floor. I felt Jake grab my hips harder and shove as deep as he could. "take my load boy". I felt his cock grow and shoot and pulse in me like I already knew he could do. That cock was reaching so deep in me, I had never felt anything like it. To me, we were bonding and becoming one. Jake held me close and held us still. He was breathing so hard, which is so sexy to me. Jake started to relax his body and with that I could feel his cock shrinking and starting to slide out of me. "Damn boy, I do love fucking you. thank you for that again." As soon as Jake finally eased his wet cock out of me, I felt a huge drop of his cum drop out of me. Jake smacked my ass. I stood fully and turned around and looked down. Even shrinking Jake's big cock was just so damn sexy! I fell to my knees and lifted his heavy cock to my mouth. I had to taste his cock just out of me. His cock tasted a little musky, but wonderfully salty with his cum covering it. Jake put his hand on my head and pushed it back a bit to look into my eyes. "Tim, you are so amazing and so glad we met". He then lifted me and embraced me, kissing me deeply. Jake and I finished washing up and holding each other in the warm shower. It felt so great. This man could do anything to me, and with me. I loved being with him, it was everything I had wanted. When we were finally dressed again in shorts, it was time for me to head home. Jake walked me to the door, before opening it, kissed me deeply and grabbed my ass roughly. "Tim, please come back soon, anytime, ok?". "Jake, I want that so bad, I want to see you a lot". Jake smiled, "maybe I should just lock the door and never let you leave." We both laughed, but it was a great idea. Jake then looked a little serious. "Tim, I know that we both loved having natural sex today, and I am so thankful you wanted to do that with me, give yourself that way, but I know there is a risk with me fucking you raw. If you ever feel unsafe, please tell me and I will wear a condom. ok?. Just embraced Jake harder. Then I looked up at him in the eyes, "please don't ever meantion it again. I love your bare cock in me, the best feeling of my life so far.". I paused for a moment and then continued, "I just want so much more Jake". Jake kissed me again, "you will get it all then my baby boy".

There's an expression that's been around since Trump entered politics, coined, I believe, by Rick Wilson, a former Republican campaign operative (and by his own admission, one of the rougher-playing ones) who turned on the GOP when Trump became their nominee. "Everything Trump Touches Dies" is the phrase, and it's true. His father had built up a downright enormous real estate empire consisting of tens of thousands of apartments, all of which were essentially paid for and which were, for the most part, cash cows. Trump convinced his brother and sisters that they needed to sell everything not long after his father died; they got far less than they would have had they not been in a "fire sale", all so Donnie could raise more cash to keep himself out of bankruptcy. Three casinos - all bankrupt and shut down. Dozens of other businesses - often closed before bankruptcy (but still stiffing lots of vendors). Even the people around him - can anyone name a single person who associated himself with Trump and came out ahead in any way? Lindell's just the latest in a long, long line of people Donnie used and discarded. Starting with the man who taught him what he knows about this - Roy Cohn, who was Trump's bulldog attorney before Michael Cohen, until Cohn (a self-loathing closeted gay man) contracted HIV and died, with the IRS having nailed him on tax charges, his law license revoked, and his assets being seized as he lay dying. (Side note: Cohn was as vulgar and trashy as Trump; like Trump, he cheated on his taxes, routinely stiffed vendors, and - shades of Diet Cokes and Big Macs - loved champagne spiked with Sweet-N-Lo. And just as Trump constantly accuses people of things he's himself done, and expresses contempt for them, Cohn was a Jew who hated Jews, a lawyer who hated lawyers, and a gay man who detested "fags".) Everything . Trump . Touches . Dies. Everything.

Please identify one country that thinks the US under Biden, as opposed to Trump is the "laughingstock of the world". The Mueller investigation (a) did find that Trump & his entourage did any number of things, including agreeing to meet with Russian agents who specifically advertised "dirt on Hillary Clinton", thus demonstrating their willingness to collude with our adversaries to win the election. Mueller found this did not rise to the level of a criminal conspiracy, which is what they would have been charged with ("collusion" is not a legal term; "conspiracy" is). He did not, however, say that they didn't collude - merely that their collusion did not rise to the level of criminal conspiracy. Furthermore, he did not absolve them of obstruction of justice. He specifically left that question open, presumably not expecting his boss to sandbag him by holding the report confidential for a month but two days in publicly stating that obstruction charges weren't warranted. Except that once the actual text - with the sections the court ordered "unredacted" revealed - was released, it was pretty clear there was a very strong case for obstruction charges. The idea that it was a "total setup" is bullshit. Trump himself, or his team, initiated every action that led to the investigation, including accepting the Russian meeting invitation, firing Comey for refusing to go easy on his team, and more. Yes, Trump beat two impeachments. But "holding the House and Senate" means nothing if you don't have a 2/3 majority (which they didn't), and especially when not a SINGLE Republican (even those who now publicly run him down) had the courage to vote to impeach - preferring political expediency and electoral survival over doing the right thing. The facts were indeed there - it's just the Republicans (and you, I'm guessing) refuse to actually look at them. And no, Adam Schiff did not "lie the entire time". But I guess if you're used to believing Donald Trump, you would regularly mistake the truth for lies and vice versa.

I think you turn around and go back to his house and when he opens 5he door say thank you and ask please for more cum.

FYI… If you're in Indiana or Idaho - you'll be blocked come July 1. And if you're in Kansas now is the time to call the governor's office. A bill is on his desk which is the most extreme AV law yet. The threshold for adult content is reduced to 25% (down from 1/3rd in most of the laws), and pretty much all LGBT content is included - not just porn. Please make sure you and your friends are registered to vote and then actually get off your ass and go vote! These laws are happening because people vote for Republicans. I'm not saying Democrats are wonderful - but they're better than the Republicans at the moment.

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.

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.

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

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.

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)

Do it! I've been a mare, a stallion and a volunteer at various locations. If you love bottoming and love anon, Horsemarket SF is definitely the party for you! If you're lucky, you may even get @FelchingPisser in your hole!

The best thing you can do is put yourself out there. Go to places where a lot of sex can happen. Protect your health. Try everything that appeals to you at least once.

After master filled my hole a few more times he brought both me and my father back down to the basement. It turned out that while biting my dads cock I bite through his PA. “I’m sorry daddy” I said as I fingered his now massive urethra. “Oh it’s okay baby it felt so good and I needed it to put me back in my place” dad said patting my head as master walked back. He gave me a normal IV to help with my fever and then got to work on my father. He stuck his pinky deep into my fathers piss hole illiciting moans from him. “Hmm I know just what to do with you.” He said deviously “ go put on some chaps and a jock faggot we’re going out”. “Now you be a good slut and wait here.” “Yes master” I said eagerly A few hours later master and my father returned home. When they walked down I was struck by my fathers now massive over inflated cock and balls. “How’d you like your daddy’s new silicone filled cock” master said to me as he slid two fingers in and out of my dads inflated piss hole. “It looks amazing master” I said as I leaned forward and slid my tongue into his new cock hole. “It is plus all the silicone numbs the feeling on the outside of his cock so he can jerk all day without cuming” master added as I tongue fucked my dads new hole. After a few minutes of this my father began rutting forward and I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. Apparently my fathers cock needed time to heal before he could fuck me so I was left alone in the basement again. After a few days the fever passed and master brought me the first two of many gifts to bring me into my new life. “This jock is your first and you will wear it unless I command otherwise, cum in it, piss in it, sweat in it, it will never be washed it serves as your first step to becoming a true man” he said as he slid the jock onto me. It felt tight but right. “This here is your second step. Now that your poz you need to look like a real man. You will spend at least 6 hours a day in the gym for the foreseeable future and get daily steroid injections to help you bulk.” With that he plunged the needle into my ass. Master gave me some booty shorts and a black tank top before taking me to the gym for the first time. It was a brutal workout and after 6 hours I was so exhausted. Master brought me into the locker room and as I stripped out of my sweaty clothes he simply pushed down on the small of my back. I quickly knelt over a bench as master began to pound into my hole as other gym goers walked by. “Can I get the next round” some man I had never met asked master “Of course he’ll take any load.” About three hours later I walked out of the gym in only a jock strap with fifteen strangers loads dripping from me. “That gym is all gay and almost exclusively poz, when you start going on your own soon you’ll need to remember to take at least five loads every time.” “Yes master” I said obediently When we got back to the house there was a large massage table set up in the living room with a stool next to it. “Alright faggot now time for you to be marked. Lay down on the table.” As I got on the table my father pulled my jockstrap off and removed my cage. “This chain is to show the world that you are owned.” Master said as he wrapped a thick chain around my neck and locked it with a padlock. He put the key with the others hanging from his chain. Master then motioned for my father to bring over a tray of everything needed for a tattoo. He began right above my cock with the standard biohazard. He put a small lock under it as well. He then flipped me over and put a fist on one of my butt cheeks and a pig on the other. He spread me open and tattooed another biohazard around my hole. Before giving me a tramp stamp which said all loads accepted. He gave me several more tattoos all of a sexual nature. I realized that all my fathers and masters tattoos were also about sex but I’d never noticed due to the hair. “That’s enough tattoos for now” he said as my dad took the tray away and brought back another. “Now time for your piercings.” He first grabbed hold of my flaccid cock and quickly pushed a needle through the urethra to give me my PA. Two nipple piercings follow, along with a septum piercing. Over the coming months, with the help of steroids I grew a thick coat of fur and built up a ton of muscle. I dropped out of college before it even started because I knew class would interfere with my breedings. I had not been empty of cum and drugs in who knows how long. Master and my father continued to introduce me to the wonders of gay sex. About one year after I arrived in New York I married master. I questioned how it was possible for him to have two husbands but he just said that the gimp he kept worked for the state and could pass some things through unnoticed. It was a beautiful ceremony as I was walked down the isle by my father who was wearing black jeans which showed off his massive bulge. I wore only a white thong that looked great on my now massive hairy frame. Master bred me infront of all our friends and then brought them up to bred me one by one. The final load coming from my father who was only able to come when master fucked him while he was in me. I love my new life having the best gay sex with my husbands and parents — thanks for all the positive feedback I think this’ll be the last part of the story for now though

That seems like a rather low testing rate - if you're having that much sex (and more power to you, if you are), then four months between tests seems pretty irresponsible. Even if you don't care what YOU get, I'd think courtesy demands you keep tabs on what you might be passing on to partners (and avoid doing that).

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.

IMHO, most gay men are not wired to be monogamous. Indeed, most of the supposedly monogamous gay couples I know, one or both are cheating. That is way more likely to end a relationship if caught that being honestly open. There is a huge difference between love and lust and the the couples I know in open relationships (which are the majority of the long term gay couples I know) know the difference. Indeed, if you truly love someone, you want him to be happy. If going out and playing with others makes him happy, then he should. It doesn't mean he loves you less. In fact giving him that freedom will probably make him love you more.

Not that it matters, because the result is the same - most of the marriage laws that European social norms predate Christianity. They were instituted by Augustus Caesar. "To encourage population expansion, the leges Juliae offered inducements to marriage and imposed penalties upon the celibate. Augustus instituted the "Law of the three sons" which held those in high regard who produced three male[29] offspring. Marrying-age celibates and young widows who would not marry were prohibited from receiving inheritances and from attending public games. Lex Julia de maritandis ordinibus (18 BC): Requiring (likely) all citizens to marry. Also limiting marriage across social class boundaries. Lex Julia de adulteriis coercendis (17 BC): This law punished adultery with banishment. The two guilty parties were sent to different islands ("dummodo in diversas insulas relegentur"), and part of their property was confiscated. Fathers were permitted to kill daughters and their partners in adultery.[30] Husbands could kill the partners under certain circumstances and were required to divorce adulterous wives.[30] Augustus himself was obliged to invoke the law against his own daughter, Julia (relegated to the island of Pandateria) and against her eldest daughter (Julia the Younger). Tacitus adds the reproach that Augustus was stricter for his own relatives than the law actually required (Annals III 24)." ([think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lex_Julia). Evidently, early Christian church leaders found these norms to perfect, and with Constantine, Church laws became social norms, There was absolutely no separation between religious dogma and public laws.

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.

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 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

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.

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

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

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

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.

I had recently moved into a new place with my wife . I was around 28yo at the time and straight as an arrow. Most of our neighbors were elderly folks but all were very outgoing and friendly. My neighbor behind us was an older gentleman in his late 70's named Jim. He was a very outgoing type that told alot of dirty jokes and loved to fish. He had a fishing cabin that he talked about all the time and asked if I was interested in joining him for a fishing trip almost every weekend. I had always politely declined as I hadn't fished since I was a kid. But this time time he had asked and my wife was going out of town with her sister and I figured what hell beats sitting at home alone. That morning I had gotten up late and was rushing around trying to find all of my stuff when I hear Jim yell let's go we got a long drive ahead and we still got to catch dinner! I grab my gear and toss it in the bed of Jim's truck and went to jump in the front seat and that's when I seen another one of our neighbors was going to be joining us as well. His name was Gary and he to was in his mid to late 70's. Gary wasn't really as talkative as Jim but polite all the same. Once we got going down the road and I got comfortable I was out like a light(I'm not use to being on the road by 5am). A few hours later I awoke in a panic realizing I had left my bag with my clothes sitting on my back steps. When I told Jim he said, we're only going to be there 2 day's and I would be alright with what I had on. After what seemed like forever we finally pulled up to his cabin. It was a quant little place right off the lake and not a single neighbor in sight. He took us in showed us around and said alright let's get the truck unloaded so we can hit the lake.the last thing I grabbed was a big cooler labeled bait. When I grabbed I damn near puked it stunk so bad, Jim just laughed and said the fish love it. As I was walking around to set the cooler on the back porch I tripped over what must have been a root .next thing I know I'm covered from head to toe in what appeared to be a mix of rotten meat and bit's of rotten fish. Of course Jim and Gary both found it hilarious. As I begin to head for the back door Jim yells at me and say with a chuckle you ain't going in there stinking like that and I turn and say what the hell am I supposed to do? He tells me to hold on and he'll get me a towel . When he comes back out he's got a towel and he tells me I'm gonna have to get those clothes off and hang them on the cloths line so he can spray them off. And tells me to get in the shower before the stink has a chance to set in on my skin unless I want to sleep outside. I must have been in that shower for almost an hour, the water had gone cold I was in there so long. When I got out I realized that I didn't have anything to put on so I wrapped the towel around around me and stepped out of the bathroom to ask Jim for my clothes to which he informed me I wouldn't be able to where for at least a day or two unless I wanted to sleep outside. He told me that he had put some clothes on my bed that I could wear for the night until my stuff had a chance to air out. When I walked in my room there on the bed was a white tshirt and a pair white silk panties with lace trim and I yell to Jim what the hell is this ? He and Gary both walk in laughing and Jim says that's all my wife has up here ! Lol...do you prefer pink....lol. can't you give me something of yours to wear ? I ask .to which he replied you're like half the size of me and Gary and we only brought one change of clothes. Besides it's not like we're going anywhere. As I stood there debating what to do I finally said fuck it and put on the tshirt hoping maybe it was long enough I wouldn't need the panties, of course I couldn't be so lucky! So I reluctantly slipped on the panties and that's when I noticed just how good the silk felt against my cock. I sat there in my room for what must have been another 45min before I worked up there nerves to got out in the living room. There I find Jim and Gary with a bottle of whiskey and clearly on there way to a good drunk. Jim Lima looks up at me laughing and says well nice of you to join us sweety...lol and Gary hands me what appears to be a double shot and says here ya go young lady and begins to laugh uncontrollably. I take the shots and with a chuckle say I'm going to need a few more of those to keep from whooping your old asses. After what must have been an hour or so and about 10 shots later Jim looks at us and says, you boys want to watch a movie ? He proceeds to go back to his bedroom and reappears with an old VHS tape. He turns to us and says with a shit eating grin on his face....don't tell my ol lady I let you see this....she kick my ass!!! When he hit play there was his wife dressed in the same same tshirt and panties I was wearing as Gary and Jim both proceed to breakout in laughter and telling me not worry I wear them much better...lol. fuck you I say laughing at the obcertady of the situation. To which Jim replied well if you insist.....ha ha ha....next Jim appears on the tv in nothing but his boxer's with his wife sitting on the side of the bed jim proceeds to pull out what had to be the biggest cock I had ever seen! For the next 30 minutes we sat there doing shots and watching Jim fuck the hell out of his wife. At one point while reaching for the shot glass leaned forward a bit to far lost my balance causing to fall forward into Jim and Gary. And my hand landing right on Jim's crotch which to my surprise was rock hard at the same time Gary reached over and smacked me right on my ass and with a chuckle exclaimed how he loves an ass in silk! At this point I realized I was really fucked up and needed to and pass out. I pushed myself up and with I middle finger salute told the I'd see there old asses in the morning. As I walked to my room I realized that I was even more fucked up than I thought as Jim yells sleep right sweety I turn around to give him the bird and there's Jim with what had to be 9 inch cock in his hand. I mumbled something to the likes of fuck you and shut my door and fell face down on my bed. As I laid there I could hear the video of Jim fucking his wife and Jim and Gary talking and laughing as I drifted off to sleep. At some point I woke up and could still hear the video playing but I couldn't hear Jim and Gary anymore and thought they must have finally passed out. As I started to drift back off I was suddenly aware of whispering from what I was pretty sure my room n when I tried to turn my head and look I realized I was to drunk to even move. As I layed there trying to hear what that were saying I made out (he's not going to wake up I gave him a muscle relaxer in his last shot) that mother fucker I thought to myself, if I wake up with dick drawn all over my face I'm going to be pissed. Suddenly I heard them getting closer and heard Jim say top or bottom? To which Gary replied bottom! I could feel the bed move as they crawled onto it, and thought to myself, these mother fucker are going to put me outside ! Needless to say I was wrong! I suddenly felt what I assumed was Gary's hand slide over my ass and heard him exclaime to Jim he fills these out nice! To which Jim said roll him on his side! I suddenly felt Gary's hand go from my ass to my hip as he pulled me onto my side and pulled my knees up toward my chest so as to put me in the fetal position. Next thing I felt was Gary's chest hair against my back and his hand back on my hip, suddenly I feel something slide up and down my ass and Gary exclaim how much he loved feel of silk against his cock! What the fuck are these sick old bastards doing? I thought to myself as I attempted to to move only to realize that I felt like I was paralyzed from the muscle relaxer and whiskey. When I did manage to move a little Gary just gripped my hips and pulled me closer. As I played there trying to move I heard Gary tell Jim to give him the lotion and I suddenly realized what this sick old man was about to do! I tried moving again and managed to straighten my legs just a bit when I suddenly felt Gary pull the panties to side and I could feel his cock probing my ass as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. I tried to clinch my ass only to realize that the muscle relaxer had left me unable to. I suddenly felt the head of his cock slip by my ass and back out as I felt him squeeze my hip and tense up , and then without any warning slam his entire cock in me . I tried to yell but all I could muster was what sounded like a moan, to which Jim replied, I think he liked that!Gary continued fucking me with hard deep thrust all of which made me let out what sounded like a moan as i tried to protest. Only to have Jim position himself in front of me and start rubbing his cock against my face. At this point I was not only pissed off that these two are treating like there personal little fuck toy but I was also surprised by the fact that it didn't hurt like I thought it would, though I'm sure that was do to the drug's and whiskey. As Gary continued fucking my ass I felt him reach around and begin rubbing my cock though the panties and though I was pissed off and discussed I had to admit that the silk really did feel good against my cock! Gary noticed too and exclaimed to Jim, I really think he's liking it, his little cock is getting hard! At this point I tried to muster everything I could to yell only to suddenly have Jim's huge cock slip past my lips and into my mouth. Instantly he grabbed my head and began thrusting his cock in and out until he was touching the back of my throat. All the while saying what a good girl I was and telling Gary how might not have to fuck me if I can just relax and let him fuck my mouth. The thought of which scared the hell out of me when I suddenly remembered how big cock was in his video. That's when jim grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his cock and began making me stroke the other 6 inches that weren't in my mouth. As I tried to pull my hand away all I managed to do was grip his cock even harder which intern just made him more excited and aggressive telling Gary to stroke my cock more , I think he's starting to really like it! Suddenly I felt a tingling sensation in my cock as Gary rubbed it and everytime he he would thrust into me my cock would rub against the silk panties which no matter how hard tried to fight it felt incredible! Suddenly I hear Jim say well would you at that! as he let go of my hand , this little bitch really is enjoying himself.....ha ha ha! That's when I realized I could move my arm and I was stroking his cock right in time with Gary fucking my ass!!! What the fuck am I doing I thought as tried to pull off of Gary's cock and onto my belly . Big mistake!! as I hear Jim say I think he wants it doggy. To which Gary replied well let's give this little bitch what he wants as he grabbed my hips and pulled me up so was now on my knees with my ass in the air . I felt him pull my panties to the side again and this time slam all the way in to the point that I felt his balls smack against my taint .making me grip Jim's cock even harder and let out a very loud moan as Jim's tells him to fuck me real good. At this point Gary has been fucking for what seems like an eternity though I'm not sure exactly how long it has been. Now though he has really stepped up the pace and verocity. He is fucking me so hard I can hear his hips smacking my ass to the point it sounds like someone is clapping!!!all the while my cock is rubbing against the silk of my panties and before I realize what is happening I feel my cock explode as I begin to cum and I hear Jim say , that's it , just like that honey !and I realize I'm jerking and sucking his cock like there no tomorrow!!! Suddenly Gary slams all the way in and tense up as I can feel cock twitching as he unloads as he let's out a howl. I feel his grip relaxing on my hips as he pulls out leaving my asshole gapping and twitching. That when I hear Jim say my turn! As he pulled his cock out of my hand. To surprise instead of trying to get away I instead spread my legs and lifted my ass a little more. Next thing I know gary has come around in front of me with his limp yet still impressive cock in my face . He grabbed the back of my with one hand his cock with the other as he guided his cock into my mouth then I feel Jim slide my panties to the side as he slipped into my ass. Without skipping a beat he picked right backup with same ferocity and pace as Gary left off. I could feel my cock start to tingle again as I began to push back on Jim's thrust as I engulf Gary's cock with reckless abandon suddenly I felt my cock explode again. This went on for what felt like hours. Them taking turns fucking my ass and mouth and me Cumming . When they finally had there fill without saying a word they both got up left me laying ass still twitching. When I finally woke up the next afternoon I laid there thinking to myself, did that really happen? Of course that answer was painfully obvious when I looked around and saw my cum soaked panties and used condoms everywhere. When I finally mustard the strength and courage to get out of bed I realized they had already headed out to fish for the day. I went to restroom to get in shower and found my clothes from the day before washed and folded on the bathroom counter with a note saying...you never asked if I had a washing machine.....lmao! When they finally got back they acted as if nothing ever happened and of course me being embarrassed about being used like a little slut never said a word. That evening Jim pulled out another bottle of whiskey and processed to pour shots again but time I said I would pour the shots! Which got a chuckle out of them both. I noticed Jim got up couple of times and walked down the hallway to the bathroom/ bedroom's claiming the whiskey was running through him. But up to that point it was a fairly uneventful evening of doing shots. They never said anything about the night before. When I had finally had my fill of whiskey and was starting to spin a bit I told I was calling it a night and heading to bed. As I shut the door to my room I heard say with chuckle NIGHT NIGHT HONEY! When I turned on the light there laying on the bed was a tshirt and fresh pair of pink silk panties. Needless to say I I've never changed so fast in my life as I could hear a what sounded like a video from the night before come on the tv........more fishing to cum.

Chapter 4 – My Ass Gets Worked Over Chapters 1 through 3 cover my meeting with a hot couple, Nate and Ian. We’ve been partying with G and lots of T, and they’ve both fisted me. I just fisted them, and now we’re taking a break. There’s still a giant butt plug in my ass. Ian was working the butt plug around inside my ass. He’d pull it out slightly but didn’t take it all the way out. Nate had gotten up and left the room. When he returned, he again had small glasses of sports drink for us. Since we were drinking down the bottles in the room, these glasses must have had some G in them. We all picked up the glasses, toasted, and swallowed them down. Ian also sparked up the pipe for us. We spent a while passing it around and blowing some massive clouds. Then, Nate said that he wanted to give me a booty bump since they were planning to really work me over. That sounded great to me, so he picked out a nice shard from the stash. I raised my legs in the air, and Ian pulled the plug out. Lots of lube leaked out, and Nate waited for the flow to stop before he shoved the shard into my ass. I felt the familiar burn as it melted, directing the T right into my bloodstream. A booty bump really makes my ass horny, so I was ready for whatever they wanted to do to me. We finished up our bottles of sports drink, and they led me back to the sling. When I laid back and got my feet in the stirrups, I reached down and spread my hole open with both hands. I was so fucking horny and needed something in my ass. “Slow down there, sexy. We’ve got you,” said Ian. He was sitting on the stool, lubing up a new toy. This one was the Professor from Square Peg, a long replica of a guy’s arm and hand. It looked awesome and would easily slide in well past my second hole. It was pretty floppy, but it should be OK to go in with some guidance from these guys. Ian slapped the toy against my hole and ran it up and down my ass. I was shivering with delight, knowing that this massive dildo was about to enter my ass. The G had kicked in, and I was eager to feel the effects of this toy. Ian slowly guided the toy into my hole. He had to hold it close up to the hand part to get it started, but my ass was ready to consume that hand. Ian was spiraling the toy around, letting the hand work over the inner walls of my ass. At the same time, he was driving the dildo deeper into my ass. The sensations were astounding as the toy worked its way around and through my ass. I looked down, and he had about half of the toy in my ass. Knowing that getting past my second hole was the goal, I grabbed the poppers and took a deep sniff. Then, Ian pushed, and I concentrated on opening my second hole. The hand passed through the bend and was deep inside my ass. Ian kept rotating the dildo and pushing it bit by bit into my ass. This was amazing. This toy is soft and pliable, so it was able to negotiate the bends and curves of my ass, and it was hitting totally new places inside me. Ian then started to pull back on the dildo, taking it back through my second hole, only to drive it through it again. I was moaning and groaning as the feelings overtook me. My cock started to spew a load of cum, which Nate (who had been sitting nearby watching the scene) eagerly lapped up. He also took my cock in his mouth to work out the last few drops. Amazing! Now, Ian decided to pull the toy almost all of the way out. When just a little past the hand was still inside me, he started to work the fingers from his other hand around my hole. He inserted one, then two, and kept going. Holding the toy with his right hand, he maneuvered all of the fingers from his left hand inside me. He asked Nate to add some lube to his hand and arm, and then he shoved his left hand in alongside the toy. This was a mind-blowing stretch. The softness of the toy allowed it to conform to Ian’s more rigid hand, but it was still a lot to take. I breathed through the initial shock, and then Ian slid more of his arm into me. Once past his knuckles, the going got a little easier. As he moved his arm deeper, he extracted the toy. Feeling it exit my hole was both a relief and a loss. My ass collapsed around Ian’s arm, but there was definitely a diminishment of the sense of fullness. His arm slid effortlessly into my ass. Since the dildo had opened up my second hole, he was able to traverse that barrier, too. Feeling his hand inside my colon was exhilarating, so I grabbed the poppers for a hit or two. When the rush from the poppers kicked in, my cock again spasmed, dumping out a big load of precum this time. Ian fingered my inner sanctum and slowly moved his whole arm back and forth as it was lodged deep inside me. I never wanted this feeling to end. Ian was just twisting his hand around and screwing it back and forth through my second sphincter. Each time he breached it, it opened a little bit more until he had it as wide open as it had ever been. He looked over at Nate and said, “You gotta get in here.” Nate started to lube up, and Ian began to withdraw. Since Nate’s hands are smaller than Ian’s, it should be a simple insertion. Nate looked up at me and commanded, “Take some poppers.” I opened the bottle and took a hit in each nostril, holding the last one in. Then, Nate slid his arm into my ass, getting it almost to the elbow. He let his hand rest there, slowly massaging my guts with his fingertips while I rode the poppers rush. These were different sensations but were equally fabulous to what happened earlier. Nate pulled back, almost to the point of leaving my ass. Then, he plunged it back in. These long strokes felt great, and he varied the speed of each stroke, sometimes going quickly and sometimes moving along at a snail’s pace. It was really awesome to feel my ass blossom as he stroked back and forth in it. He pulled all the way out and started to stretch my opening with fingers from both hands. Nate had all four fingers from each hand acting to spread my hole open. Given what I thought was coming next, I held up the poppers bottle and pointed to it. Nate nodded yes, so I took a deep hit. As it was building up, I felt the pressure as both his hands tried to enter my ass. He got all the fingers in but was hung up on the knuckles, so I reached back and spread my ass as wide as possible, and his hands popped inside me. This is a surreal experience. Having my ass filled this fully doesn’t happen often, but it is hot as hell when it does. Nate knew that this couldn’t last too long, so he did some in-and-out motions while I lay there and moaned like the ass pig that I was (and still am). He pulled both hands out and slowly stroked my hole and ass. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, gazing at me. I was still in the throes of delight, so I could only nod in agreement. I was panting and getting back to normal after the extreme session. Nate asked Ian for the butt plug again, and it was shoved up into my yearning hole. This time, I worried it might fall out since my hole was so opened up, but it locked itself into place. Nate stood up, looking about as blissed out as I felt. He came to the head of the sling and gave me a big kiss. Then, he put his semi-hard dick near my head. I sucked it in and soon had him feeding me a load of cum. “Man, that was fucking amazing,” said Ian. He was stroking his cock, so I motioned for him to come up for some sucking. It didn’t take long to coax some cum out of his cock too. I was fisted, plugged, and well fed. They helped me out of the sling, and we all staggered over to the bed. Drinks were consumed, but no G this time around.

Quite painful, but that was a long time ago. Times change.

I wanna get railed so bad right now

Based on the number of guys on here who claim they love drinking the cum out of used condoms, apparently quite a lot of them can.

I didn't attend March's but February's was a ton of fun . . .

Here’s the trans girl’s cock deep in my hole.

28 loads in March. 96 loads this year… so far!

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)

The older I get, the hotter I find the idea of incest role play where I get to be some young dom's submissive daddy

III. A Deeper Love The ceremony at an end, the Brothers again arranged themselves in a semicircle, resuming the final chant. The Initiate was released. A robe was brought -- this one with the deep crimson cord of a Novice rather than the simple white he had worn before. He was taken away to private quarters, where he would be held in confinement for the next 72 hours, lest he be overcome by the urge to seek medical intervention in the form of PEP, an abomination that is sacrilege and treason to our creed. He would be well loved and cared for, and Brothers would continue to engage him in lovemaking both rough and tender, now intended not to infect – that work was surely done – but to strengthen the bonds of family. He would have access to a well-equipped gym where the Brother Trainer would kindly but firmly oversee his physical transformation. The Initiate understood that a final trial awaited in some days or weeks. Given the potency of their family strain, few Brothers, upon conversion, escape the most violent illness. The Fuck Flu is a painful ordeal – but a glorious one. For it marks a boy's final crossing through the fire, to the full triumph of Manhood achieved. Poz: he will have earned the high rank that is the culmination of a homosexual life. In the days and weeks after the Ritual, life resumed its normal rhythms in the chapter house. Each man ventured forth to his daily occupation, clad in quotidian garb and indistinguishable – on the exterior – from the common folk, who must never know his true identity. The Brothers hold important jobs: many are lawyers and politicians, artists and journalists, doctors and lab technicians (the last two fulfill crucial duties for the Brotherhood, as we shall see later). Their worldly success is an expression of the fraternal sustenance and the powerful secret network they enjoy. Evenings after the workday are reserved for fellowship: meals together filled with wine, laughter, and deep affection -- which is, of course, then given its full expression in muscular, manly copulation. Their passion for one another inspires the Brothers to take each other to new heights of ecstasy. In their tender mutual devotion, they learn the special desires of each Brother and strive to give him fulfillment. Some men need to be strapped into a sling and take cock after cock (this can take place in the Sanctuary, but only during consecrated chapter meetings). Some need to be clad in leather (of which the Chapter House possesses a vast storeroom), bound to a cross, their bare backs flogged to a deep crimson -- or their manhoods wired with electrodes, their bodies twisting in painful, jolting ecstasy at the hands of the Brother holding the console, who controls them completely. Others, oriented as tops, need to inject their load into the man they most covet -- whether selecting the young, tender flesh of the newest recruit, or directing their semen into the mature, hard-trained body of the most senior Brother. The objects of their desire are expected, within reason, to give their bodies freely, for they too have tasted the satisfaction of their own deepest fantasies. For men who need a fist in their gut, a Brother always stands ready to provide his muscled arm, up to the elbow or shoulder as required. Of course, some live to be bathed in piss, pouring forth from phallic fonts like holy water. For such a man, a gathering will be summoned -- five or more Brothers will endure the discomfort of drinking beer after beer and holding their bladders until the anointed time, so that their Brother in need can be deluged with steaming streams until he explodes in joy. Another form of ecstasy is little spoken of, but known to all. Deep in the night, in his most private moments, a man may feel himself summoned to serve as the vessel for dark Powers, beyond the grasp of mortal minds. When an ethereal Entity sweeps a Brother from his bed in the dark, the man must submit. He is carried to another plane, where his body is invaded, speared by one or more Members of supernatural proportions – his gut and throat pumped beyond imaginable capacity with gushes of ecstatic, ectoplasmic fluid. The men thus taken feel themselves ripped open, their holes and throats ravished. But when laid back in their beds they fall into a deep sleep and their flesh is regenerated. They wake with the same tight, muscular rectums they had as youth. But the unfathomable joys they have experienced during the night remain, coursing through them like a powerful current. This does not happen frequently, but when it does, the Brothers will observe the man in question at the breakfast table, his face bearing witness to a peace and joy like no other, his body bathed in a perceptible aura, almost an electrical force field. It is a coveted experience, on such a day, to make love with that anointed Brother, for the residual supernatural energy may rub off from the chosen one’s body onto his partner. Despite this link to the Beyond, the Brothers remain human. Amidst the supreme pleasures of the flesh the heart has its tender desires, and there is the natural tendency to fall in love. While the sin of sexual monogamy is frowned upon (and would impede the sacred duty of spreading the Faith), this unnatural vice is almost never encountered. Nonetheless, the Brothers may freely devote themselves to romantic love as nature decrees, and are encouraged to give their hearts to one another. Devoted relationships form, some of them bonding for life -- husbands and brothers at the same time. There can be no stronger connection between two men than sharing in the duties of Conversion. Not infrequently, a pair of Brothers will venture out and select an unknowing man to seed together (the sharing of the virus is not limited to ritual Initiations -- but the Brothers, just like Christians following Jesus' commandment, go forth as missionaries into the world). A threesome with such an impeccably beautiful couple is a powerful draw to an unsuspecting young man, and the chosen target, usually selected because of his expressed insistence on condoms, will invariably relent and accept their potent loads. Later, after the initial shock of an unexpected test result, that young man will most often adjust to the joys of his enhanced status, and -- if he is lucky enough to pinpoint the date of his infection -- have fond memories of the fuck of a lifetime. Romantic love is, of course, not limited to pairs. Lovers form special bonds of threes, fours and more. The Brothers know that love can expand almost infinitely. Just as a parent can have equal love for many children, a man can share a romantic connection with as many husbands as he realistically can devote proper care and affection to. (The High Council may offer wise and gentle advice in some cases to ensure that these relationships are healthy. There is no specific rule, but in general a union of more than five husbands can be hard to sustain while meeting everyone's emotional needs). It is a moment of special joy when a marriage is performed in the Chapter Hall. At one recent wedding, the four grooms, dressed in formal wear (above the waist only, of course), held hands in a circle while they recited their vows. The Priest declared them husbands, then asked the Congregation to affirm their support, declaring, "You may fuck the grooms." The four (in a gesture reminiscent of the Initiation ritual) turned and bent over the altar, at which point the gathered Brothers arose and penetrated the new quadruple, anointing them with sacred semen to seal their union forever. Love may take many other forms. Owners and slaves, masters and pups, daddies and boys -- the full spectrum of masculine love is acknowledged and celebrated. Only enforced chastity is considered anathema to religious practice -- for the locked penile cages that are popular in today's BDSM scene prevent a man from achieving erection and ejaculation. They may, however, be tolerated, within reason, in the form of temporary play, so long as the subject remains a man with full manly powers. Indeed, the privileges of Brotherhood entail next to no [banned word] in general -- except for drug abuse: antiretroviral treatment, to be exact, a deadly poison that deals a knockout blow to the delicate, beautiful viral life that stirs in the Brothers' loins. To subdue the Virus is to betray the sacred duty of the Brothers. As such, any indication of ARV use is grounds for excommunication -- an extreme measure which, thankfully, has only rarely been resorted to. (To be continued)

As if there had been a signal that I could not hear, the room was suddenly empty, and I found myself alone on the bench. I stood up, exited, and went around the corner to where the booths were, stepped inside my favorite one that has glory holes on three sides, closed the door behind me and hung my towel on the hook by the door. The glory hole to the left was towards another booth that was empty. The hole in the middle was towards the dark room, and I knew that was empty as well. The hole to the right was to another booth, and I could see someone moving in there. He had seen me too and presented an open mouth in the hole. Oh well, the others were empty so I guess getting my cock sucked would be better than nothing, so I stuck my soft cock in the mouth in the hole, flipped my ball sack over the partition as well and just pushed my entire body against the wall as the guy started sucking. Another deep hit of my poppers while just relaxing and letting him do all the work, slowly making me hard again. He grabbed my nuts and started gently squeezing them as he worked on my shaft. I love a bit of CBT, so I told him -"Harder on the nuts...". He heard me and gave them a good squeeze and my response was a loud moan and a flex of my cock, pushing out a gob of pre cum to the cocksucker’s delight. More poppers, more ball squeezing, and a warm wet mouth around my cock, I was really starting to enjoy this, but I really didn't want to cum yet, so I wasn't too displeased when the guy stopped sucking and let go of my cock. However, two seconds later his hole was engulfing my cock instead. He fucked himself onto me as I remained in position. My balls were still on the other side of the wall, and every time he pushed back his ass also pushed against my nuts, putting them in a sort of vice between the wall and his body. As good as all this was, his ass was a bit too loose and didn't provide enough pleasure for me, so I started softening and slipped out of him. He resumed sucking and cleaning my cock properly. I could hear noises from the booth on the other side, so I took a chance, turned around, pushed my ass against the hole where the cocksucker was, bent over and investigated the hole on the other side. The cocksucker started fucking me with his tongue, which was very nice, and I could see a huge cock appearing in the hole in front of my face. This was a small booth, so I had no trouble staying with my ass pushed against one hole, while sucking the cock in the other. The cock sucker replaced his tongue with a rather short but very fat cock, stretching my hole out nicely, as I sucked the ever-growing huge cock in front of me. Pig heaven is how I would describe being taken from both ends like this. All that was missing was a fire underneath, and I would've been a real roasted pig. A few minutes of this and the cock I was sucking were at full attention, as big as some of my favorite dildos. The cock sucker, now ass fucker, blasted off what seemed to be a huge load in my ass. When he pulled out, I could feel it running down the back of my thighs. While I was turning around, I scooped up what I could, lubed the huge cock and started impaling myself on it. Holy fuck it was big. It must've been at least 25 cm long and as thick as one of those huge cans of hairspray I used back in the 90's. I would know, since I actually built myself a homemade dildo from one of those cans when I lived at home and was too young to procure real sex toys. The poppers bottle would come in handy now. I pushed back against the cock and felt him back away along with it, pulled my ass cheeks apart and planted my ass firmly against the partition. A deep hit of the poppers bottle and I could feel the familiar warmth and rush as my body relaxed and the cock slowly slipping into me, deeper and deeper. In front of me the cock that just fucked me appeared and I didn't hesitate one second opening my mouth, taking it in and savor the taste of cock, cum and ass on it.

Part 7 As soon as I opened the truck door, I was hit with the smell of piss. Colt sat there in the driver's seat, shivering a bit. "Slide over bitch." I said, and Colt scooted over to the other side. "Do you have my clothes?" He asked. "You mean these?" I replied pulling his phone out of his jean's before tossing everything into the truck bed as I climbed in the cab. "Don't worry, you don't need them yet." Colt looked at me with confusion. "And don't worry, I also have these." I said as I dangled the keys in front of him. "Thank god." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you take it off now?" He asked. "Yea....I don't think so." I answered. "What do you mean, I have to keep wearing it?" "Yup, and the plug too, for as long as I say. I am your Master, remember slave?" I taunted him. He just broke out into a big grin. "Whatever you say Sir!" He giggled. "Oh it's not funny bitch!" I said as I slapped him across the face. I was really getting into this. "For the rest of the weekend, I own you. Got that slut?" I glared at him. "Yes Sir." He replied, more humbly this time. "That's better, now kiss me." I ordered as I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into me. Our lips met and I could feel him melt into me. He radiated the smell of piss and b.o., but instead of being disgusted, it made my cock stir. It made me hot to have him smelling like the well used whore he was. We made out passionately for a few minutes before I pushed him off of me. "On the floor bitch!" I commanded him. "That's where slaves belong." "Yes Sir!" He replied as he scrambled to the truck floor. These next couple of days were going to be fun! I cranked up the truck and started driving. "So how do you feel slave?" I asked him. "Good Sir." He replied. "Sore. Can't imagine what I'm gonna feel like when I come down." "Well, that won't be for a while." I said, patting the goodies in my shirt pocket. "In fact, load us a fat bowl." I pulled out a baggie and a pipe. "But text your dad first." I said as I tossed him the phone. "Tell him your spending the weekend at my place." I smiled as Colt obeyed me without a word. Soon we were passing the pipe back and forth as we sped down the road. After a bit, I felt the urge to piss. "I gotta piss, slave." I announced. Colt replied, as if forgetting his current status, "I don't think we should pull into a gas station right now, Sir." "You stupid cumdump!" I admonished him as I slapped him hard. "Who said anything about a gas station? Now take my dick out and drink my piss!" Colt moved without another thought and popped open my fly, fishing my soft cock out and wrapping his lips around it. I let loose with my chem piss and softly groaned as his warm, wet mouth sucked down my every drop. What a good piss pig. "Um, Sir?" Colt began sheepishly. "I need to piss too." Well sure he did, what with all the piss he drank earlier. But if I knew Colt, I'm sure he had some empty bottles amongst the trash under the seat. I told him to dig around, and he managed to find an empty gatorade bottle. He placed his piss hole opening over the opening of the bottle and let loose, quickly filling it up. "Um, Sir?" He looked at me. "The bottles full and I still have to piss more." "Well, that is a conundrum now, isn't it slave? Guess you'll just have to empty the bottle. Now drink it down like a good little piss pig, then you can refill it." Damn I was loving my new superior position over Colt. He knew there was no point in arguing as he raised the bottle to his lips and chugged it down before quickly filling it up again. "Sir?" He began again. "I still have more piss in me." "Damn you've got a big bladder. Well, that sucks for you, cause we're saving that second bottle." I let him know. "I guess you'll just have to piss on your truck floor." "Yes Sir." He said reluctantly as he hung his head. I was surprised, I didn't think anything shamed Colt. But I smiled as he let go with the rest of his urine, which wasn't too much really, but enough that it collected in his floor mat, and he was forced to sit in it. Eventually we arrived at our destination. I had been scoping out leather shops and bookstores previously, and had found a leather shop that very obviously catered to gay men. We pulled into the dark parking lot, and thank goodness it was still open for another hour. It was only 11 PM. I hopped out of the truck and grabbed Colt's clothes from the bed. I opened the passenger door and pulled a naked Colt out into the night air. "Here." I said as I tossed him his jeans. He scrambled into them as I grabbed his Bowie knife from the glove box. I forced him to lean over the hood of his truck, arms spread wide. "These are not nearly slutty enough for a whore such as yourself." I said as I pierced the denim with his knife. In just a few moments, I had turned his wranglers into a pair of Daisy Dukes, short enough to see the bottom of his ass cheeks, and a tiny bit of his junk too. I kept his big belt buckle on him, I liked that. Then I tossed him his boots, no socks, and I quickly sliced his shirt into a makeshift bandana and wrapped it around his neck. Then I plopped his cowboy hat atop his head and stood back to enjoy my handiwork. My dick stirred as Colt looked just like one of those Tom Ford pictures, the nearly naked muscled cowboy. I made him strike a few poses as I snapped pics on my phone. Then we entered the shop. It was late, so there was only one other customer in there, besides the two men behind the counter. I told Colt to walk around the store and check things out as I walked up to the counter. The first guy was middle aged, graying beard, bit of a belly. The other guy was older, bald, skinny, with copious amounts of body hair, fully displayed beneath the leather vest he wore. I approached the first guy. "You guys got ID's?" He asked. "Gotta be 18 to be in here." I pulled out my wallet and showed him. "Just barely I see. Him too?" "Yea, he's 18 too." I replied. "Ok, I'll believe you." He said. "What can I do for you boys?" "Well, first, I was wondering if you could recommend a motel close by. Nothing fancy, the sleazier the better." The guy laughed a bit. "Oh yea? You guys smell like a couple of dirty rest stop bathrooms. Lookin for a place to parTy, are we?" "Yup. We've been at it a few hours, getting nasty, and we need a place to continue for the weekend." "Oh yea, now what kind of nasty have two sweet faced cowboys like you been up to?" "See my whore over there? He's taken 18 loads tonight. All in his slutty jock pussy. He's been double fucked and fisted." "Bullshit." Said the counter guy. "I can prove it." I said, pulling out my phone. I showed him some pics and bits of video I had taken. " Sorry I can't show you right now the double fucking or the fisting. I was involved in those. But that whore has a big fat plug up his hole right now. Come here slut!" I called to Colt. He had been talking to the customer who was a short, portly man. He sauntered over and stood next to me. "Here, feel." I said as the clerk walked from behind the counter. I took his hand and slid it into the rear of Colt's shorts. I could see him run his hand around the plug, using his finger to trace Colt's anal ring and feel just how big it was. Colt moaned softly as he was inspected, and my cock got hard from treating Colt like a piece of meat.The clerk then put his other hand on Colt's crotch. "Nice." Said the clerk. "Still caged. Good slut. So you said you boys wanted to continue this party?" "Yup, this whore's ass is still open for business. Interested?" "Hell yea." Said the clerk. "Prime buck like him? I know my partner would be too. We could join you after we close. Hey Tony, come here." He said to the other clerk. "That your partner?" I asked. "Oh, no. My partner's at home. But Tony and his partner might be interested too." "The more the merrier." I said. "My bitch will take any cock I tell it too." I could see Colt blush slightly as we talked about him like the object he was. But I knew the slut loved it. "So what's up?" Asked Tony. "Kinda heard a bit. You boys looking for some action?" "Yup." I said. "This sluts already been busted wide open tonight. But the whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Yes Sir." Replied Colt with a smile. "Tell the men what you want, bitch!" I ordered him. "I want cocks and cum in my slutty teenage jock pussy, Sirs!" He proudly declared. I smiled in approval. "Well, it certainly is an eager young beaver, isn't it?" Said Tony as he slipped his hand into the back of Colt's shorts, feeling the fat plug back there. "Oh yes, nice. I'm sure my partner will agree. It's been a while since we had such a hot young toy to play with." "Tell you what," I started, "give me your numbers and I'll text you when we check in. And feel free to invite anyone else over that you think might be interested." "Will do." Said the first clerk. "Between Tony and me, we should be able to find some more willing participants. My names Earl, by the way." The two clerks gave me their numbers and I texted them both some hot pics of my slave. "Feel free to share these with anyone you wish." I said. "This piece of trash has no shame." "Obviously." Laughed Earl, as Tony went to ring up the only other customer. "Go ask that man if he wants to join our party." I instructed Colt. He obediently walked right over and asked the man. "Would you like to come over and fuck me as well?" Colt asked him directly. This flustered the man who probably never had such a hot man proposition him in his life. "I can't." He stammered. "I have to get home to my wife." "How about a blow job then, real quick in the parking lot?" I interjected. "My slave has had 18 loads in his cunt, but as yet hasn't swallowed one tonight. I'm sure it's thirsty for some cum." "Ok." He said as he picked up the magazines he had purchased. "Let's go then." Colt and I followed him out side. "Be right back." I said to the two clerks as they were already both on their phones texting. I smiled as I watched my hot slave follow the trollish guy outside. We walked around the back of the building where there was a big ole trash dumpster. Perfect, I thought to myself self. Trash by the trash. The man leaned against the wall as Colt dropped to his knees, unbuttoning the man's pants. My dick got rock hard again as I watched my hot fucking muscle cowboy slave bury his face into the man's belly and started slurping away. The man gripped Colt's shoulders as his mouth dropped open in ecstasy. Colt sucked him as hard as he could and in about two minutes the man was pumping a load of his troll cum right into Colt's hungry mouth. Of course I filmed the entire thing. After Colt had sucked down every drop of cum, the man quickly buckled back up, mumbled a thank you, and got in his car and quickly got out of there. I walked over to Colt and stood him up pushing him against the wall. I kissed him hard and deep, tasting the cum of the troll. "God damn you're such a nasty piece of trash." I said as I slapped him across the face. We went back inside and quickly picked out a wide variety of toys, leather items and bondage gear, quickly dropping two grand of the money Colt had just made. Then we headed over to the sleazy hotel we had been recommended. It was perfect. Dingy with a musty oder to it, and close to a truck stop. The ideal environment for my nasty slave. I wasted no time texting our new friends and both quickly replied saying they would be over shortly and had rustled up some friends to join. I smiled in anticipation of Colt getting used more and more. It wasn't long before Earl texted that he and his partner John were on the way. I took this time to prepare Colt with another bump. My dick got hard as I had Colt lay back on the bed. I pulled out the plug, marveling at the rosebud before me. I tied off his bicep and slowly slid my throbbing cock into his angry red hole. Then I inserted the needle into his bulging vein. My cock throbbed deep inside of him as I pushed down on the plunger. I released the band as Colt reacted to the rush going through his body. Then I wrapped my arms around his trunk like thighs and power fucked him for all I was worth. "Oh yeah, take that you fucking WHORE!" I snarled. "This is where a piece of slut trash like you belongs. On your back in a sleazy motel, high as fuck and taking cock. And you're gonna take ALL the cock I can find for you this weekend. You're gonna fucked so hard, stretched wide open, and filled with so much cum you won't be able to go to school come Monday. I'm going to turn you into a bigger whore than you ever thought possible!" Colt just laid there beneath me, mumbling as I plowed him. "Yes Sir! Fuck me Sir! I'm your whore. I love you so much Master. Please use me as you wish!" "Don't worry your pretty whore head about that! You are nothing more than a worthless faggot cumdump, and that's exactly how you're going to be treated!" I pounded Colt non-stop for a good ten minutes before there was a knock on the door. "Doors open!" I shouted. It swung open and Earl and John walked in decked out in full leather. As soon as I got a look at them, I let out a loud groan and dumped another hot load into the hungry hole beneath me. Then I pulled out, spit on his face and slapped him. "The whore's all yours gentlemen." I said to our guests. "His holes are open for business. No limits."