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My employer recently moved offices in the city. And the organization that owns it provides us drinks and snacks once a month on a Friday from 4-6pm as part of their services. I go into the office on average 2-3 days every week and they have about 3-4 different people that man the reception for us. I am your average 5’7” guy. Bit of a dad bod in my 40s and not been having much luck in the sex and love department. Once of the people that man the desk on rare occasions is this early 20’s kind of surfer guy named Josh. About 6 foot tall but very skinny which is not usually my type, but he is so friendly and has that blond curly hair that is almost shoulder length and a smile that just makes you melt. I like it when he is on because he is just a smile you look forward to seeing. He always works the day of drinks and always takes time to chat to me. It wasn’t until the second month I found myself think how nice it would be to go on a date with him as he always laughs at my stories and jokes. It was the second month I started to think of how nice it would be to spend a night with him. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have him inside me and how much fun it might be after that too. But it was just a wandering mind. It was the third month on the Friday afternoon and Josh was chatting to me like normal and the other girls started to join in and share some stories about other team members and the reason why Josh was only here on the odd occasions. The story turned to Josh having a “man crush” on some of the other guys in their other locations. And I start to wonder lol. As we get close to the end of the event at 6pm and after maybe one too many wines, I am thinking it is time to go home and Josh comes over and poor’s me another glass and says “one more for the road”. This time he has one himself and is standing a little closer than before. I can smell a mix of aftershave or bod spray this time laced with the smell of a smoker. My crotch bounces to life, and I am feeling a bit uncomfortable as I try to hide a growing bulge in my pants. Everyone else is busy packing up and Josh just smiles at me and leans into whisper in my ear. “I will be finished in 15. Wanna meet me out the front? I’d like to take you out for another drink if you are interested”. I am caught somewhat off guard. Pretty much speechless at this point. Josh just stands their looking at me glancing down at the bulge in my pants. Everyone is heading off to pack up and he just smiles and says looking at my bulge, “And there is my answer. See you in 15”. And walks off with the rest. I go back to my office and pack up and am trying to reconcile what just happened. My cock is dripping precum thinking about it. It is weird to have the interest of someone so young and the thought of just spending time with him socially feels so nice. I have so many arguments internally about him being so young and why I shouldn’t. But I decide it is not my place to decide for him. He is an adult. I decide to go wait out front and take the moment to just enjoy the attention. Just the thought of spending time with him outside of work makes me excited. I wait out front and within minutes Josh comes out sporting a massive smile. He just gives me a man hug and says he was hoping I’d be here. We walk to a pub nearby and Josh has a smoke on the way apologizing for the habit and I reassure him it doesn’t bother me. Actually, he looks so hot as he smokes, and it gets me even more turned on. We got to a small pub nearby and grab one of those stand-up tables in the corner. Josh is not in any way shy about standing close to me as he chats. It’s quite noisy so he is almost touching me chest to chest as he talks to me almost into my ear. As he is leaning in telling me about where he lives and his room mates etc, I feel his hand rest itself on my waist and slowly move to my arse. It is so subtle and natural I don’t think anyone else would have given us a second glance. I can smell everything about him and feel his breath on my ear and neck as he talks, and I am almost mesmerized. With no warning at all he stops talking and kisses my ear and I feel his tongue go into my ear as he pinches my arse. He steps back a bit, but his hand doesn’t leave my waist. He is looking me right in the eyes with a grin from ear to ear and doesn’t say a word. I look at him smiling and just say “um, thank you”. I am completely at a loss for words and now have a bulge in my pants that I am worried is about to break through the zipper. Still surprised I simply get out the word “don’t” and his smile disappears as I finish the sentence with “stop”. Josh looks a bit confused as I rephrase it to a two-word sentence of “don’t stop”. Back comes the smile and with no shame he leans in and kisses me right on the lips. I just want to be devoured by the gorgeous man but we are in the pub. Not that he seems to care. His hand never leaves me hip and he says “I need to piss – and so do you” I begin to walk to the toilets at the back and he is holding the back of my pants as we walk through the crowd until we get to the toilet at the back. We go in and there are three stalls. Josh just grabs me and pulls me into a stall and shuts the door. He pins me to the wall of the stall and begins to kiss me like I am his long-lost lover he hasn’t seen for months. And boy can he kiss. Not a single word is said the whole time and firs the first time with his body pressed hard against mine I feel a substantial bulge in his pants. He is so skinny I am certain he is sporting a third leg. He spins me around and his hands are all over my as he kisses my neck and he begins to undo my pants. With my pants loosened he pulls the back down just enough to expose my hungry hole while kissing and nibbling my ear. Still nothing said. Then the tell tale sound of him undoing his pants and then I feel what has to be a thick 8 inch cock slap against my arse crack. He stops kissing my neck to spit on his hand and lube his cock with nothing more than spit and he is back at my neck as I feel the head of his cock press against my crack. Passionately as his kissing my neck and ear he gently eases in until I am full of his cock and his balls a pressed hard against my arse. Still nothing said as he slowly fucks me raw. No mention of condoms. Well, nothing said at all. But I can tell by his breathing he is on heat as much as I am and he is clearly close. Then the only words said since getting into the toilets. “Fuck I gotta nutt”. And then one full push and it is like he is trying to merge our bodies and I feel to squirts inside me. He is squirting so much and so hard I can feel it hitting my insides. He never stops kissing my neck until the last squirt and he slowly slides out with a plop. He pulls the back of my pants up for me and starts to pull his up. I turn around and as he is doing his zipper up I see the tell tale sign of a biohazard tattoo just above his belt line. He sees me notice it and I see instant regret in his eyes. I smile and lean in and passionately kiss him to let him know it’s alright and then we leave the toilets and go back to the bar. He is quieter now. Then says, “I am so sorry. I got so carried away and I just didn’t think.” I smile and tell him it is totally ok with me. You can tell he isn’t sure I am being honest. “Are you poz too?” he asks. “No” I respond. “but if I was to become poz, who better than you to do it for me”. He begins to relax and within an hour he is back to his flirting, touching and kissing. This time I grab his arse and pull him in as though trying to speak to him over the noise. “I only live three blocks from here. Let’s go back to my place. Why don’t you spend the weekend with me and see if you can actually knock me up. I couldn’t think of a nicer guy to spend the weekend with and be the one to get me pregnant”. To be continued.

Some of the minor characters in this story first appeared in this story. Zeke moved through the bath house with a confident, masculine, sensual strut knowing the very men who turned away from his gaze deep inside them wanted what he offered. At nearly 6 feet 6 inches and only 195 pounds he looked thinner than he really was. It enhanced the image he wanted to project. Long dark hair with a strand of white here and there hung about his face framing the illusion of sunken cheeks his done structure gave him in low light the sensual curve of his lips curled into a wicked, taunting smile and his eyes. Those ice blue compelling eyes that always seemed to catch the light even in near darkness. His nails were painted black and his body was covered in tattoos with a biohazard prominently displayed above his cock which was currently confined bulging out the front of his leather pants but when he freed it to wreak it’s damage on the men who succumbed to their own dark desires it was thick and hung long, never limp, it always had a slight lifting curve because of the huge balls under it like small oranges hanging low, churning out that liquid poison they all feared and all wanted so badly. He strode through the back room past the benches and slings to a large sturdy chair against the wall on a slightly raised dais, almost a throne and sat surveying his subjects. The men engaged in debauchery before him. Grinding and sweating. Fucking and fisting. All aware of him on some level. Hoping to not draw his attention and craving it at the same time but tonight Zeke paid them little mind knowing his prey would come to him… soon. Sure enough as Zeke looked up the boy meekly slipped through the door wide eyed at the sexual mayhem in the room. Barely old enough to be here. Not a virgin but full of the innocence of small town life where he had to hide who he was. One bight with an older man a week after his 18th birthday and now a trip to the city and this bath house. Zeke saw all this in a glance and smiled as the boy spotted him across the room and blushed red as Zeke’s hand caressed the bulge in his pants and motioned the boy closer. It was time for the game to begin. “What is your name pretty boy?” Zeke asked as he drew closer. “Tommy…. ummm … Tom” he replied trying to sound older “I’m Zeke Tommy, nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, why don’t you come over hare, kneel and accept me as your Master? You will eventually. You will submit and I will yank you out of that boring little life you knew till now and change you” Tommy looked shocked by his directness and wanted to back away but like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake Zeke’s eyes held him. “Ummm maybe I should go…” Tommy said though his feet stayed planted. Zeke ignored him and continued. “By the time I’m done with you you will not even recognize the person you have become. I’m going to enslave you to free you. The price is high but you will willingly pay” he said slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock hang out running a finger along a vein in it then up to the base and further up to circle the biohazard tattoo. “Do you know what this means?” Tommy swallowed and nodded “That’s the price for being enslaved and used. That’s the price for being mine. For the things I will teach you. The pleasure pleasing me will bring to you.” Zeke said quietly in a room full of the sounds of raw man sex but Tommy heard every word. “Deep inside you know you want to be mine, you even want my virus to claim you so you very blood will be mine.” Then he dropped his gaze freeing the helpless boy before him. That was one of the rules. It had to be willing. Tommy backed up a step but the seed was planted in his mind and his eyes could not pull away from the motion of Zeke’s finger which had returned to stroking that vein. Finally the boy blinked and stumbled out of the room. He would roam the bath house and many men would offer but his mind would be filled with thoughts of Zeke and his words, He would be back. Zeke watched his minions writhing in the sexual dance and waited. Tommy wandered the halls, looking in the open doors at the men lying in semi darkness hands languidly stroking hard flesh in open invitation. Any of these men. muscular or stout, hairy or smooth could have satisfied his inexperienced needs. Indeed they could have shaped his sexual appetites for the rest of his life with their own little kinks but none of them caught his attention. None of them excited him, thrilled him, made him shiver with hear and desire. His mind kept going back to Zeke. The way he could feel the wrongness, The evil. The malicious intent to taint him for life. To free him… His mind distracted his treacherous feet kept taking him past the entrance to the back room and every time he glanced through it Zeke’s eyes caught him, that wicked, knowing smile on his lips. Finally Tommy gave in, walking to the throne and sinking to his knees. Part of his mind screaming at him to run but his lust overriding all logical thought. Zeke didn’t say a word he just motioned him to stand and walked him to a device like a large X securing his wrists and ankles tightly and began to spank him with a firm hand then a paddle. The pain rewired Tommy’s brain making his cock grow hard and when Zeke clamped sharp clips to his nipples he almost came. Zeke worked the boy's body with an expert touch. Pain and pleasure merging till he was almost incoherent lost in the sensations groaning in wanton acceptance as Zeke’s cock finally probed his crack finding his hole and plunging in almost ripping the boy’s tender flesh as he forced him open his warm, wet, silky insides to him Feeling that smooth bubble ass, so young and healthy looking grind back into him as his massive balls swung with his thrusts “Here it comes Tommy boy” Zeke hissed in his ear “Here comes my tainted seed, my virus to infect you. There is no turning back now just give in to it and let me into your blood and soul.” and his balls contracted, pumping his poison as he came deep inside “You! Are! Mine!” each word punctuated with a long jet of toxic cum filling that battered receptive hole. Tommy’s cock erupted sending his cum flying. The men who had been watching the show cheered

Stone and I were resting on loungers by the pool, he having drifted off to sleep while I was staring up at the few wispy clouds in the sky, totally lost in thought. Earlier we had enjoyed a long, leisurely, well, I would say “fuck” but I think it is actually more accurate to say “love-making”. This is what was occupying me, as I was realising how deep things had now got with him. I had never in a million years expected to be with a man in this way, and I expect Stone felt the same given he had also identified as straight for most of his life, but the truth was that we had completely fallen for one another. Yes, we still often rutted like animals in heat, but our sex was increasingly something far more meaningful than that. I was stirred from my contemplations of life, love and the human experience by my phone vibrating with a WhatsApp message: BROCK: Will you teach me? Well, there it was, the request I had been hoping for and perhaps kind of expecting, but it was still a thrill to actually see it on my phone. I doubted that I had been the only one to suggest to Brock that he needed to get with the times, or maybe he had come to that conclusion himself a bit, but being proactive in reaching out to him seemed to have done the job. Now I just needed to work out a plan. ME: I’d be happy to. When were you thinking? Where Dean had already been well on his way to discovering his true self when Stone and I got to him, I suspected it was going to be a bit more of a long game with Brock. He probably wouldn’t react well to Stone being there, at least at first, and I was going to have to take my time in getting him sufficiently adjusted to enable things to be stepped up a gear. I didn’t even know if he was on prep or not, so I could just be helping him to diversify his options with the studio without achieving anything else, but it was worth a shot. BROCK: Now. Your place. Shit. I hurriedly reached over and shook Stone awake, bringing him up to speed and instructing him to find someplace to go for a bit. ME: Sure. Just getting rid of Stone, then I’m all yours. BROCK: OK. Stone grumbled a little as I helped to get him out the door and into his car, but as soon as he’d pulled out onto the street and driven off, I saw Brock climb out of a truck parked opposite. Smoking a cigarette and wearing a hoodie with dark glasses, he hurried over clearly not wanting to be seen by anyone. “Hi” I said, as he walked through the open door and into the house. “Where are we doing this?” he growled at me as he unzipped his hoodie. “OK, slow down” I said, putting my hands up to calm him. “I think we better start with the basics on getting clean and prepared, and then we can take it from there.” “OK” he said, as I saw him visibly relax a little. He was clearly very wound up, so I knew I was going to need to tread carefully. I showed him upstairs to the guest bathroom, and then went and got a douche. I talked him through how to use it, and then left the room and closed the door so he could have a go himself. A while later he emerged, and saw me sitting in the guest bedroom opposite. “I think I’m done” he said. “Not sure though.” “No worries” I replied, giving him a warm smile. “We can move on to getting you prepared, so I’ll be able to see if we need to have another go.” “OK” he said, his shoulders tightening. “Don’t worry” I said, “we’re just going to do some things to get you loosened up a bit. I promise it will actually feel really good, and then when we’re done you can decide if you want to carry on or leave it at that for today.” He nodded at me, even giving me the slightest hint of a thankful smile. I gestured for him to come into the bedroom, and then over the next couple of hours I showed him how to loosen himself up with fingers and toys, as well as rimming and fingering him myself. We frequently broke to go outside for a drink and a smoke, and I could see that he was starting to get into having a small plug inside while we did that. “I think I’m ready” he eventually said, while on all fours on the bed with my tongue in his ass. “Are you sure?” I asked, after pulling back. “Just fuck me” he quietly growled, causing me to smile. There was one downside for me, in that he had pulled a packet of condoms out of his hoodie. However, I reminded myself that this was the long game, so I duly covered up for the first time in years, applied some lube, and then moved into position. I rested my cock on his hole, and gently moved it around a bit until I saw the tell-tale sign of him arching his back a bit, inviting me to sink in. I took it very slowly, frequently pausing on the way in so he could adjust and relax. He was panting the whole time, but let out a big breath when he felt me push my body up against him, indicating I was fully buried. Once again I paused to let him adjust, and then began a slow, short outstroke before pushing back in. This time he let out a low moan, and a louder one when I did it again. I gradually sped up, until I was properly fucking him and, to my surprise and pleasure, he was putting as much effort in to slam back on me. The power bottom in him had awoken! Eventually I roared that I was going to come, at which point he started slamming back even harder while shouting the place down as well. I finally went over the edge and thrust in one more time as I blew my load into the condom, and could tell from his ass spasms that he was coming hands free as well. We were both sweating like crazy and panting for oxygen, but as we calmed I slowly pulled out, removed the condom to toss it in the trashcan, and then turned and collapsed backwards onto the mattress beside him. He slowly sprawled himself forward from the all-fours position he’d been in the whole time, so that he was lying on his front. “Fuck” he eventually whispered. “Holy fuck.” “You good?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “That was fucking-A.” I chuckled. “Now you see why I went versatile, huh?” “Yeah” he said. We lay in silence for a while, before I hauled myself up while he turned over onto his back. “I’m not saying now, but there is more to show you when you’re ready” I said. “Like what?” he asked. “Well, it can feel different in other positions, and you can also be more in control.” “Show me” he said, with the slightest of grins. I stared at him for a moment, then reached for the condoms, opened another and pulled it onto my re-hardening cock. I slapped on a bit of lube while he watched, then before he could do anything I bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw them onto my shoulders. Without any of the patience from before, I lined up and slid back into him, causing him to yell out. “Like this” I said, as I started to fuck into him. He had thrown his head back and was rightly gripping the bedspread either side of him. “Do it!” I shouted. “Show me how you take control!” He didn’t change position and I just continued to slam into him, but then he suddenly shot his head up and fixed me with a gnarly glare, let go of the bedspread, and reached to grab my hips. Sure enough, he was now the one controlling my thrusts, and he wanted it even harder than I’d been giving it to him. “Fuck me you fucker!” was just one of the many commands he started barking at me, and I have to admit, it really did feel like he had taken control despite being the one getting shafted. Having already blown a load I knew this was going to be a longer fuck, so after a while I pulled out of him and lay down on my back on the bed. He got the message, and hopped over to straddle me before lowering himself back onto my dick. Now he could really be the power bottom, and he fucked himself frenetically on my cock until I was filling the condom and he was spitting all over my chest. We both took a long time to recover from the rutting, but once we had he decided to call it a day. He grunted a thank you at me after he’d put his clothes back on his sweaty body, and then he was gone. I pretty much passed out after that. Two nights later Stone and I were chilling in the kitchen on our second bottle of wine when my phone lit up with a series of WhatsApps. BROCK: Ate yo at hume? BROCK: fucikin BROCK: Got whisjy BROCK: oitside It was clear he was trashed, but if my interpretation of his slightly garbled messages was correct, he was also outside our house and apparently horny. “Got him” I said to Stone, smirking. “Brock?” he asked. “He’s outside” I said. I went and opened the door, and sure enough there was Brock on our driveway, holding a brown paper bag while he smoked a cigarette. “Hey” I said. “Fucker” he growled as he part-walked, part-staggered into the house. Stone approached from the kitchen. “Two fuckers” Brock barked. “Fucking-A.” He reached into the bag and pulled the bottle of whisky out, letting the brown paper fall to the floor. He yanked out the cork and took a swig, before marching over to the stairs and heading up. Stone and I glanced at each other, and then started following him as we pulled off our tops. We shucked down our shorts on the landing, and then headed stark naked into the guest bedroom behind Brock. He got to the bed and then turned to look at us, slightly licking his lips when he saw we had already stripped. “Get on your backs” he barked, before ripping off his tank top and shorts. We did as he commanded, lying side by side on the mattress with our newly-sprung erections standing firm. Brock let out an unintelligible growl, and then hopped up onto the bed, straddled me and lowered himself onto my bare dick. He seemed loosened and already lubricated, so I guessed he must have been riding a dildo or some other dicks before he got to us. He power fucked himself on me for an epic amount of time, before jumping up and moving over to sink himself down on Stone. Then after a while he was back on me, this time riding until I lost it and blew my potent load inside him. He squeezed my dick with his ass muscles until I’d stopped thrusting, then quickly jumped over to Stone and rode him to orgasm too. But that wasn’t him done, as he then jumped off, got on all fours on the bed and demanded we clean him up. Wearily we took turns rimming him until we’d both got hard again, at which point I thrust into Brock doggystyle and fucked him hard while he slammed back on me, with me again blowing a load of toxic juices into him when it got too much. Stone followed suit, slapping Brock’s ass repeatedly while they fucked which only seemed to egg on this newly-discovered power bottom. I almost had to hold Stone steady as he orgasmed and added a fourth dose of venom into Brock’s now apparently needy ass. Yet still Brock was not done, throwing himself onto his knees on the floor between us to suck off our cum-covered cocks. Where Dean had taken a long time to get any good at this, Brock was either a natural or had more experience than he’d ever let on, and his oral ministrations eventually got us hard again. Stone went first this time, pulling Brock up so he could slide into him while the muscular power bottom carried on sucking me, and then once he’d added a fifth load into the gaping hole we changed positions and I pounded Brock through to his sixth load of the night. Stone and I were done in, but Brock only seemed to be getting more heated. To give ourselves a break, we grabbed the bottle of whisky and steered him down to the basement. We got him to lie back on the bench, set up the fuck machine at his hole with a large dildo, and after Stone had fetched him a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray, we left him to it while we went back upstairs and collapsed on the now very sweaty guest bed. It was maybe a couple of hours later that I woke up to the bed rocking, and looked over to see Brock slamming himself up and down on Stone’s cock again. My boyfriend was moaning almost like he was in pain, and I soon got my own taste of it when Brock saw that I was awake and hopped over to slam himself down on me. He was unbelievably vigorous, and I couldn’t help but yell out as he thrust himself onto my pelvis repeatedly while my tired cock begged for mercy. Thankfully, when we had added another load each to his gaping hole, he finally seemed to be spent. He collapsed onto the bed between us and passed out, giving us the opportunity to cautiously slide off the mattress and exit the room. “Fucking hell” Stone sighed as we stood in our en suite shower together. “I’ve created a monster” I replied, mustering up a smile. We got ourselves cleaned and dried, then climbed into our bed and quickly fell asleep. This time we made it through to morning without being disturbed, and when we did eventually get up we found that Brock was gone. Stone set about stripping the guest bed to put all the cum-covered linens in the washer, while I headed down to the basement to clean up a mess of cigarette detritus, dildos, and numerous spills of cum and lube. A couple of days later Stone and I were out at dinner when I got a call from Dean. “You’ve got to get down here” he yelled excitedly, over thumping music in the background. “Where?” I asked. “The Locker” he shouted. “Why?” I asked, giving Stone a look. “Just fucking get here” Dean yelled, “you won’t be sorry!” The call cut out at that point, and I brought Stone up to speed. We decided we’d go and see what was up, so quickly settled the check and then got an Uber down to the club. We got undressed and stashed our things in a locker, including the plug I’d been wearing in case we got a little frisky after our meal, and then headed into the complex to find Dean. When we did locate him he was standing at the doorway of the largest playroom. “Look!” he said when he saw us, pointing into the room. There, bent over and bracing his hands on his knees, was Brock, and behind him a man was jackhammering into him like crazy. “He’s been at it for hours” said Dean. “All bareback.” “Wow” I said, though I was not actually surprised. “Did you do this?” asked Dean, his eyes narrowing as he apparently saw through my poor acting attempt. Stone and I laughed while nodding at him, at which point he burst out laughing too. “You fuckers” he said between chuckles. “Turned him out like you did me, huh?” “Took more effort” I replied, smiling. We stood and watched the scene for a while, before deciding to join in and have some fun ourselves. Stone got to the back of the line waiting to use Brock, while Dean and I headed to one of the walls of the room and bent over to offer ourselves up. In no time at all we were both being railed, smiling at each other as the room filled with the sounds of sweaty, raw, unfiltered sex. We saw Brock on and off for the next few weeks, and then one day there he was at our door sporting a new biohazard tattoo on his stomach. By this point we had already started off the process of getting him signed to Scorpex, and for that entire flying visit to see us he only talked about a proposal for a shoot he’d been sent, with no mention of anything else. However, the next day a gift basket of whisky sample bottles turned up on our doorstep, along with a hand-written card: Fuckers 1 & 2, Thanks. For everything. I mean it. B x Brock’s career has soared at Scorpex, with no other performer able to match his power and stamina as either a top or bottom. Stone and I actually starred together in a long scene with him, where we played a pair of vanilla boyfriends who get picked up by Brock and have our cocks and asses thoroughly used by him in a triumphant display of his new-found versatility. Off-set he seems to be fucking the toned twink from his gym, who Dean says has basically moved in with Brock at this point. We saw them together briefly at a bar, with the twink’s low-cut tank top allowing the new tattoo on his pec to be easily seen and understood. Maybe we did that too, or maybe he had to wait until Brock got to him for the change to take effect. Stone and I, meanwhile, have accepted just how much we have fallen in love with one another. I know I’m going to marry that man someday, which is the weirdest fucking thing given we both thought we were straight until recently. However, I can’t see us stopping our fun anytime soon, even if we do start to think about maybe getting a dog or something. Speaking of fun, Stone’s just found out that our former studio stablemate Jason has broken up with his girlfriend after some sort of weird late night arrest, and something about the whole story makes us wonder if we’ve found our next playmate…

Brock Silver was certainly once a very in-demand star, with this steroidy alpha energy about him and of course his repeatedly stated heterosexualiry. However, a combination of moving into his forties but probably more his strict top-only stance had started to lessen his appeal in the age of versatility. Hearing that he had been seen engaging in bareback gay sex off camera - even if still apparently just as a top - had got our interest, and we had hatched a plan. I had done four films with him pre-Covid, including a one-on-one after I had gone versatile myself, so we agreed it would probably be best if I made the first approach even if Brock and I did not know each other that well. From what I’d heard he still spent most of his time at the small gym he managed, so I decided to go there under the guise of being a prospective member, and see what came of it. I was initially shown around by the only staff member who seemed to be on duty, a toned guy in his twenties who I thought I saw checking me out a couple of times (so that was duly noted). We started in the changing rooms, but when we went into the main machine room there was Brock, looking even more muscled and of course smoking his trademark cigarette while he lifted weights (god only knows how he got away with it here). “Greg” he said when he stopped watching himself in the mirror to look at who had just walked in, “long time no see.” “Oh, Brock” I said, feigning surprise. “Wow. How are you man?” “Fucking-A” he said, looking back at himself in the mirror as he flexed. “Cool man” I said. “Fancy a beer after this to catch up?” “Sure” he said, doing one last set of lifts before he put the weights down on the floor. “Let me go get showered and I’ll meet you by the desk.” He made his way out to the changing rooms, after which the toned twink gave me a stuttering tour of the machines and weights before escorting me back to the front. “Let me think about it” I told him. “What time do you finish?” “Er, my shift ends soon, at 5” he said. “But someone else will be here until 10.” “I’ll be back before 5 then” I said, giving him a wink. He nervously coughed before nodding at me. Brock eventually appeared again, and nodded at me as he headed for the door out to the street. I followed him out, walking beside him in silence as he strode to a bar just along the block. He held the door for me and I went inside, and then he followed me in, motioned towards a booth and then went up to the bar. “So how are things?” I asked, as he sat down at the booth a couple of minutes later. “Quiet” he said, a little gruffly. “Oh, how so?” I asked. “Not done a shoot in months” he said, before taking a big gulp of beer. “Oh” I said. “Sorry to hear that.” “Dunno what the problem is” he spat out. “I’m in the best fucking shape of my life.” I hesitated, running my finger round the rim of my glass. “Well, you know, studios these days prefer performers who mix things up a bit” I said. “Have you thought about giving bottoming a try?” “Fuck that” he growled. “I’m straight. I don’t get fucked.” “OK” I said, holding my hand up. “But that might be the problem, I’m just saying.” “Whatever” he mumbled, “but I ain’t getting fucked.” We sat in silence for a moment. “What about you?” he asked, looking away from me. “Heard you’ve gone gay.” “Something like that” I said. “Quarantine made me realise what I was missing the most.” “And you’re with Stone?” he followed up, still looking down towards the end of the room. “Yeah” I said. “He’s great.” He nodded, then looked down at his beer. “Are you with anyone?” I asked. “Not got time for that” he said, which obviously made no sense given he had said things were quiet. “Fair enough” I said. “Fuck, I need a cigarette” he barked, before standing up out of the booth and heading for the door. I slid along the seat and followed him, leaving our beers behind. When I got outside he was lighting up a cigarette, and I took one from the pack he offered when he noticed I’d joined him. We smoked the cigarettes in silence, but after stubbing them out he immediately lit another (which I did not). “So what would I have to do?” he asked, out of the blue. “For what?” I replied. “To start bottoming” he said, glancing around before he did so. “Oh” I said. “Er, well, that depends. With me they wanted the filmed scene to be the actual first time, but that was quite nerve-wracking.” “OK” he said, now fixing me with something of a glare. “Given what a power top you are” I continued, “I reckon you might want to get some practice in first and then be more in control on set.” He nodded, before taking another big draw from his cigarette. “So you’re saying I need to find someone to…” “Yeah” I said, “that might be best.” He seemed to disappear into his thoughts, before he stubbed out the cigarette and went back into the bar. “Let me think about it” he said quietly, once we were both back in the booth. “Take all the time you need” I said, holding back my excitement as I realised that he was maybe interpreting my pep talk as meaning that it was me who should train him to bottom. He looked at me briefly, before lifting his glass and gulping down the rest of the beer. “I need to get back” he said, prompting me to swiftly drink the rest of mine before we stood up out of the booth. We walked back to the gym in silence, arriving on the dot of 5 as the toned twink was walking out the door. Brock went back inside without saying anything, and I turned to the younger man who was holding open the door. “I’m gonna take a couple of days to decide” I said, before smirking at him. “Unless you feel like coming back to my place to give me a free personal training session as a teaser?” “Er, yeah, OK, er, sure” he stammered. “Great” I said, “I could really use a workout.” He let the door go, and I threw my arm over his shoulders and steered him up the street to where my car was. Some hours later we despatched him home in a taxi, fairly sure his now gaping cum-filled hole was going to be converting soon. With that fun out of the way, we got into bed and I gave Stone the full rundown on my chat with Brock, so we could begin talking the next phase of our plans…

“Have you thought about doing gay porn?” If you’re an aspiring actor in Los Angeles, this is not want you want to hear from your agent. Granted, she had made it clear that she believed there was a natural limit to my talent, and I was going to need to rely on my charm, looks and physique to get anywhere. Clearly this wasn’t working, and I was getting desperate as I toiled away in gym and bar jobs that did not interest me at all, while either getting no auditions or receiving not-so-complimentary feedback from the ones I did attend. I think my agent had given me the suggestion for an alternative career goal so that I could still have some potential for a form of stardom, which I suppose is what I was actually seeking rather than being motivated by a love for the craft of acting (and god knows going into music wasn’t an option for someone so tone-deaf). My counter suggestion that perhaps straight porn might work better for me fell on deaf ears, as when I did eventually relent and agree it was indeed an all-male shoot that I turned up to. By that point I had selected the stage name of Greg Burnside. In my first scene I just received oral, but for my second I was expected to fuck a guy. Evidently my performance down well, as thereafter I became increasingly in demand as a top. I’ve got to say that I did actually get into it, finding that there was something that did it for me despite not having been aware of any interest in men before. Signing an exclusive contract with a new studio started the next phase of my career in the industry. While initially still just topping, I was now also doing the occasional scene where my rear end would receive some attention, including rimming and light fingering, and I started to suck dicks and rim butts myself in some scenes. I’ve got to admit, this all stirred some real curiosity in me about the whole of the gay sex experience, and when I was offered a wad of cash to lose my anal virginity in a scene that would be heavily marketed as a special event given the star I had become, I eventually agreed. The studio I was with had pivoted mostly into bareback, but all of us performers received supplies of prep and regular health checks, so once I had agreed to get fucked it didn’t take much effort from the studio to extend that to me being taken raw. I was allowed to select another top to do the deed, and a couple of weeks later I was to be found in a rented luxury villa getting railed for the first time. It was such a revelation for me that they eventually shot a second scene the same day with another of the studio’s tops who was able to be drafted in at short notice. Thereafter I assumed a versatile role for the studio, while still making sure that any interviews or promotional materials made it clear that I am straight. The studio was fully on board with this, seeing the extra appeal this seemed to generate amongst audiences, and they soon started doing joint productions with their hetero studio subsidiary on bisexual films where I would fuck women and get fucked by men, often at the same time time. Late in 2019 I was approached by the studio execs again with another wad of cash to do my first gangbang. I mean, I had been involved in one before as a top, plus several orgy scenes once I had gone versatile, but this time they were proposing that I would be the sole bottom in a scene where I would be fucked and bred by at least five other guys. It was proposed that it would be set in a locker room, with me cast as a cocky quarterback being taken down a peg by my teammates. I made a bit of a show of needing to be convinced, but in truth I had sprung the biggest hard-on of my life when I had first read the email about it, and I knew my answer was going to be yes. Filming the scene was epic, as they had managed to increase the budget and assemble ten tops from their stable. Two of them were fellow gay-for-pay stars that were friends of mine, and over the week leading up to the filming they had come over regularly to get me ‘warmed up’. Prior to that I had never had sex with men off-camera, but once again I found myself enjoying the exploration of a side of me I had not known I had. Anyway, on the actual day of the shoot, all ten men fucked me in various positions around the locker room, with three of them coming inside me while the others blew on my hole before pushing back in. While being pounded I sucked dicks, rimmed buttholes, and generally got well and truly used. I was a fucked-out mess by the end of it, but strangely satisfied in a way I don’t think I ever had been. Everyone on set seemed to be excited by what had been achieved, and when it was released in early 2020 it was a massive instant success. My star had truly risen, and I was making quite an income that allowed me to buy a nice house, an expensive car, designer clothes, and a couple of huge chains that I had always wanted. My career choice had, however, always made it quite difficult to sustain relationships with women, and when the pandemic hit I was firmly single. With my normal work no longer an option while we all got stuck in quarantine, OnlyFans and the studio’s own website provided me a route to keep making some income through live streams and other self-made solo videos. Those where I used my toy collection on myself proved to be particularly lucrative, and over the weeks stuck indoors I took delivery of several increasingly big dildos to use. However, behind the scenes I was losing my mind. Being mostly single it wasn’t the solitude causing the problem as I was used to being alone at home for extended periods, and masturbation was doing the job for the most part on one front in keeping myself sexually satisfied. No, my issue was that I needed cock. Real cock. On video - but far more in private - I was trying to satisfy an increasingly unbearable itch with the dildos and vibrators, but it wasn’t really working. I was, I now had to admit to myself, missing the bareback breedings I had got used to receiving, and in particular had that nagging feeling that I needed to be properly used like I had been in the last scene I’d filmed before Covid. Eventually it got too much, and one night after a few too many drinks and a good hour of riding my biggest dildo, I threw on some shorts, got on my bike and cycled along the deserted valley roads to the start of the nature trail. I had walked and run it by day many times, but it was the nighttime activity it was infamous for that I was now seeking. I walked for quite some time without seeing evidence of any activity, but once I got to the toilet block I found a couple of guys just standing around. I stood near them and lit up a cigarette, totally unsure of what was supposed to happen, but when nothing had changed once the cigarette had finished I decided to check things out inside. There was some very dim light in the block, and two men standing at the urinals who didn’t appear to be actually pissing. They both looked at me as I entered and nodded, and then watched me make my way into one of the stalls. I had not been into these toilets before, but was not surprised to see large glory holes in each side wall. I had come here for one thing and thought I may as well make that clear, so I shucked down my shorts, pressed my ass against one of the holes, and waited. I heard the men outside shuffling around, and soon saw one of them was looking through the hole closest to my head. Then his eye was gone, and a moment later a cock came through. At the same time I felt a finger graze over my hole, meaning I had got the attention of the other guy. I reached out and gently grasped the cock in front of me, stretching my torso out to be able to get the tip of it into my mouth so that I maintained his interest, even though the width of the stall prevented me from being able to properly swallow it as I expected he wanted. The guy behind me clearly realised I was already loosened from my earlier dildo ride, so the fingering was brief before he started sliding his dick into me. I moaned in ecstasy around the tip of the cock in my mouth, loving the feeling of a real man sliding balls deep inside me. He wasted no time in getting into a rhythm, and I revelled in the feeling of finally being fucked again while ignoring the “but you’re straight” voices inside my head. All too soon the man behind me began to pant and speed up, and then I felt him slam in a final time and unload in me. The guy in front of me pulled out and left his stall at that point, and I didn’t have to wait long before shuffling behind me resulted in the second cock of the night sliding up my hole. His was thinner but longer, so I moaned and panted as his frenetic fucking style probed me nice and deep. He didn’t last long though, before adding his own load. He withdrew and appeared to leave the block, but I decided to stay where I was in the hope of more, the cum dripping out of my hole onto the floor between my feet. My patience was rewarded when two other men came into the block, who I guessed were probably the ones who had been loitering outside. Once again, a cock was slid into me while another came through the hole in front of me, and this one in particular got my intention as it was girthy, even longer than the other one I had managed to suck on a bit, and had a huge PA in it. I got so excited thinking about what it was going to feel like that I really went to town with my ass muscles to get my third fucker of the night to blow in me, which he did fairly soon after he first started pounding into me. The fourth cock was just incredible, stretching me out while going deeper than any of the others. The piercing rubbing my internal walls kind of hurt but also felt incredible, and I know for a fact I was loudly moaning and groaning the place down in appreciation. Fortunately the guy in me also had stamina, and this fuck was nice and long. When he did eventually breed me, there were more cocks ready to take over, either new men who had maybe been drawn in by the noise or the earlier fuckers getting a second wind. Either way, I was taken three more times with minimal gaps before there seemed to be no others on hand. I could have gone on for hours more, but I also felt satisfied at last after weeks of not getting what I apparently now needed. The thing was, the onset of the pandemic had also resulted in an interruption in the supply of pills from the studio, something that had not crossed my mind that night or, if it had, I was also doing a good job of burying those voices too in my eagerness to get fucked. That meant that, when all these men blew in me, I was completely vulnerable to the whatever they might be carrying. When I came back to the trail the next night and got fucked by three men in a clearing, I was at their mercy. When I drove to a rest stop on the interstate the night after that and got used for three hours by various passing men, I was defenceless. This risk seemed to be inconsequential though. Spending all day thinking up something to do on camera, filming and editing it, posting the video and monitoring the comments, and otherwise working out my body and regularly riding dildos, was basically making me a needy horny mess every night. Now that I had found a solution, I just could not stop myself from heading out under the cover of darkness to find other men who were ignoring the quarantine rules and getting together in secret. The trail was my most regular haunt, the truck stop a close second, but I also made a couple of visits to a house where a tattooed chubby couple in their fifties that I’d linked up with online saw to my needs and also introduced me to getting double-fucked. They knew full well who I was, and really got off on reaming me out and filling me with their loads. Three weeks after my first trip to the trail, and after yet another night on my hands and knees in the dirt, I woke up feeling like death. That went on for a few days, but as all the Covid tests I took came up negative I concluded that I had just caught the flu during my encounters. Once I was fully better, my sex drive appeared to have gone even more into overdrive, and I resumed my nightly quests for cock. It was like an addiction, and god knows there were plenty of ‘dealers’ out there. A few weeks later we were able to resume making proper porn with some restrictions, and so the studio duly got us all booked in for health checks while starting up our prep supply again. Despite my recent antics, I was actually floored and devastated by the doctor informing me I had tested positive for HIV, and it was only once I had retreated into my house and my thoughts that I finally began to clearly see who I had become and what I had been doing. I was the very definition of a cumdump, accepting any and every load without question or protection, so of course I was going to get infected. It then became more of a shock to me that it was only HIV that I had picked up. Carrying on my career as it had been before Covid was no longer an option, but behind the murky scenes of the industry my studio had actually invested in another that catered to the growing demand for less mainstream content. I was going to have to deal with making less money, but there was a home for me there if I wanted it. So here I now am, the toast of Scorpex studios after having brought a sizeable fanbase with me that has swelled the number of subscribers on the website. They mostly want me versatile, so aside from a particular series of scenes we’ve been shooting, it’s only outside of the set that my true nature as an eager, insatiable bottom gets to shine. I’ve even somehow got myself a boyfriend of sorts, in the form of one of my fellow ‘straight’ porn stars from the last studio who also had a tough time maintaining his heterosexuality during the pandemic. The amount of time he spends buried in my cum-filled hole has done the job of also bringing him into the Scorpex stable, unless of course it was one of the many occasions when he bends over next to me in a toilet block or sex club (and he was a strict top-only before the pandemic). As much as I am fine with the versatility on set, my passion project has been that other series of scenes. This is a set of long single-scene shoots that I have co-directed, all being released onto the Scorpex website under the Ganging Greg title in several volumes. Each one has been a large nonstop gangbang, with a different theme in terms of both setting and the type of tops. The most recent volume has caused something of a stir, as I took inspiration from my favourite story on Breeding Zone by shooting it in a filthy sauna complex. The tops were all older men who were obviously poz, that obviousness either being because of their tattoos or the general wasted states of their bodies, and I was used by all of them as I roamed around the various rooms and corridors. Despite working with Scorpex now, I have never actually disclosed my status publicly nor got an associated tattoo, so the latest film has ignited a lot of chatter online that I have found greatly amusing. What’s next? Well, at some point I guess I’ll finally end the chatter and get my other arm tatted with something suitable. My boyfriend has suggested we do some sort of video where we appear to both eagerly seek a pozzing side by side, which would probably have to be released as some sort of ‘hidden camera’ sex tape. That does sound like fun, though I do wonder about so overtly lying given the high viral loads we both already have. I’m thinking it might actually be more fun to see if we can find one of our former studio stablemates to induct into Scorpex for real. What do you think?

Tommy woke up the next morning in a large bed in the middle of a large room. The walls were brick and about 20 feet tall with huge windows and exposed air ducts ran through metal rafters above. The room appeared to be the entire top floor of a building, skylights above letting in more light. He smelled breakfast and coffee. Zeke stood in the kitchen area and seeing him stir said “Good morning Tommy” Zeke looked almost like a different person dressed in a sharp suit, sipping coffee and reading a folded newspaper. His face, so gaunt looking last night, was still thin but now had an aesthetic look. Handsome by anyone’s standard. His hair that had been wild last night was neatly pulled back and ran several inches down his back. “Tommy sounds so undignified” Zeke said in a refined voice barely recognizable as the rough sultry voice that had invaded his mind last night. “Do you mind if I call you Thomas in the light of day?” “That’s fine, that’s what my parents call me” Tommy said As he sat up he felt something around his neck and reached up to feel a metal necklace there. “Don’t fret with it, you will get used to it” Zeke said “I have a business meeting and I will be gone a couple hours. Make yourself at home because this is your new home” Zeke walked to the only internal wall. Pressed a button then seemed to think of something. Taking a fob from a key rack he tossed it onto the bed. “If you go out you need this to call the elevator to this floor. I will see you when I get back” and with that he was gone. Tommy got up and went to a door that he assumed led to the bathroom and relieved the pressure on his bladder then looked in the mirror a polished silver chain hung there held in place by a silver padlock. No use in trying to get it off and did he want to? Then he remembered “The price” of that chain and a moment of panic rose up in him but like the chain there was no way to undo it. He found his suitcase and dressed, they had swung by his hotel and picked up his things last night Zeke was being very trusting. Leaving an almost complete stranger alone in his home Tommy thought then admitted that he would never even think of stealing anything, It just wasn’t him. He rode down in the elevator and stepped out the front door of the building into a very upscale area then went back in and back up. **** As Zeke rode down in the elevator something seemed to separate from him and Ezekiel shifted to the higher plane. Zeke was his unwitting agent in the mortal world, One of many all around the world. It had been this agent who a couple years ago had infected a cheating little tramp named Doug with HIV and sent him home knowing he would infect his unsuspecting lover Mike and later had encouraged Doug to leave Mike when he was having a crisis of faith, Sending Mike quickie and improbably into the arms and ass of a young man named Jeff. Speaking of Mike and Jeff the real Ezekiel sent his thoughts across the world sliding into Mike’s head to silently check on the pair. They had a lot to do on the path they had been set on and if all went right they would change the world. Mike was holding Jeff and telling him how he regretted that their marriage had happened so quickly, that Jeff deserved better and suggested that they renew their vows and have a real wedding. Things were right on track here. Ezekiel slipped quietly out of Mike’s mind. This is what he did. He used his agents to influence certain people. Setting them on different paths to better the world. He had been doing it for a very long time. The boy who’s life he had diverted last night’s future was heading to a sweet though boring life with a divorced man who brought a son to be raised into their relationship. Tommy’s influence on that boy would set him on a path to become a great world leader and eventually destroy the world. Without Tommy’s influence he would lead a normal average life. Sometimes teaching a boy to be honorable above all can lead to disaster. His agent just knew that he had certain insights he didn’t always understand. Like how he knew about Tommy’s past and exactly how to approach the boy. He also knew he could influence things and people to an unusual degree but never questioned it. He had a sadistic love of creating chaos in the lives of those around him and thus was the perfect agent. That’s what Ezekiel was. The agent of chaos in this world. Chaos was not evil though sometimes they aligned. Order aligned with evil just as much if not more. Chaos was change, order was stability and both were needed for the world to advance. Ezekiel slipped back into his agent as he rode back up to his loft silently hiding behind his eyes ready to nudge if he needed too. These two had work to do together. ****** Zeke stepped off the elevator to find Tommy watching TV and approached Tommy standing as he neared. Zeke didn't ask he simply put his large hand behind the boy’s head and pulsed him into a kiss his tongue invading his mouth as he guided his property to the bed pushing him back on it pulling his shorts off and then quickly and efficiently stripping off his suit He crawled on top of the unresisting boy and raising his legs to his shoulders. guided this cock to his hole, punching the head inside causing Tommy’s back to arch in pain. Zeke cut off his squeal with another hard kiss, shoving more of his cock inside and stretching the 18 year old’s hole, abrading the lining and making it more receptive to his virus. It was important to continually pump the boy full of toxic cum to make sure it took and the boy was irrevocably infected, It probably took last night but no need to take chances. Besides, fucking this gorgeous young man was a pleasant way to bust a nut and the boy needed to be trained. He had to understand he was a slave to Zeke’s whims and lust, He was there to keep Zeke’s toxic balls drained. Zeke slid in and out slowly grinding against those silky inner walls that gripped him like a glove as Tommy gasped and writhed under him in apparent agony though his cock was rock hard. Zeke sped up his huge virus filled balls bouncing against that battered ass till with a hiss of pleasure he shot was after wad of poz seed deep, Tommy once again cumming without touching himself as he was bred. They collapsed together sweating and panting. Zeke still lodged inside his boy’s spasming hole

“I think Dean might be next” said my boyfriend Stone. “He seems up for it.” “Dean?” I replied. “I thought he was strictly a top.” “So was I, if you remember” said Stone, smirking. “From what I hear, his last girlfriend started pegging him and now he’s a bit more vers.” “I didn’t know they’d got him to bottom” I said. “They haven’t. But Rex told me one of the fluffers had told him that he fucked Dean in a bathroom to get him turned on enough to perform.” I let out a bit hearty laugh, realising that Dean must have become a slave to his ass like I had. “But” continued Stone, “they’ve benched him for a bit because his doctor is making him take a break from prep.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “He messaged me earlier and sounded pretty pissed” he said. “In that case I bet he’d be up for joining us” I said. “Call him, while I go and buy some cameras.” It turns out that Dean Hardrock (stage name of course) was in fact very up for it, as it was only the next day that he turned up at our house with two bottles of wine and a lot of nervous energy. We plied him with a few drinks while sitting out the back smoking cigarettes, and then got down to business. Stone just bluntly asked him what he was hoping for from the night, and after a lot of mumbling and looking at the floor he eventually admitted he wanted to be spitroasted for the first time and otherwise just used for as long as we had the energy. He never mentioned condoms nor asked us about status, and as far as we were concerned it was common knowledge in the industry that Scorpex was a place for poz stars to shine so he should know what he was getting into. With no issues on that front to work through, we encouraged him into the bedroom, got ourselves naked, and then placed him on all fours on the bed. While Stone moved into position to allow Dean to suck him, I stealthily activated the four hidden cameras I had set up around the room. You could tell Dean was inexperienced in this role thanks to his lacklustre oral efforts, so we quickly moved things along by taking turns rimmimg and fingering his pert, tight ass. Stone then went first, sliding his girthy cock into Dean before pausing to allow the man to get used to it. The fuck was initially slow and gentle, but once I had moved round to let Dean suck on my cock, Stone picked up the pace and really let his expertise as a top shine through. Dean moaned throughout, enabling me to push my cock down his throat and force him to stifle his gag reflex, something he would need to learn if we were to bring him over to Scorpex eventually. Stone has legendary stamina, so I had to frequently pull back from Dean’s gradually relaxing throat to stop myself from coming too soon. I made Dean rim me a bit as he got pounded, and then eventually had to stand back and just watch this straight hunk be fucked like he never had been. His grunts and moans let us know he was loving it. When Stone finally blew his toxic load into Dean he roared out in triumph, sweat pouring off him. Dean too was a sweaty mess, but he got no respite as I slammed into his stretched, cummy hole as soon as Stone had withdrawn. I power fucked him while he did his best to clean off Stone’s cock, and soon added my tainted load to his hole. I then plugged him up before we put on our underwear and went out back for another drink and smoke. For round two we took things into the playroom in our basement, which we had fitted out when Stone had decided he wanted somewhere I could be strapped down to a bench or into a sling for men to come by and use without the hassle of having to go out all the time. We already had cameras all over the room, mostly for Stone to be able to watch proceedings from upstairs, with several angles on the sling as he particularly enjoyed watching me lying back and taking it. On this occasion it was Dean who was put into the sling, with his wrists and ankles secured in place. We unplugged him and then took turns fucking his eager hole, until it got too much for us again and we added the third and fourth loads of infected cum to his innards. This time, however, we did not bring him outside with us for a break, choosing instead to set up the fucking machine with a large dildo. I inserted it into him and put it on a variable speed setting, while Stone fetched the ball gag and got Dean into it while he was still too fucked-out to resist. We then turned off the lights and left him in the dark, heading upstairs to have some more drinks and cigarettes out back before deciding to watch some of Dean’s best porn performances together. It was while we were watching a scene Dean had filmed where he did a round robin on three muscled twink bottoms that I got a message from Frank and Bram (the tatted couple I had started hooking up with during quarantine) to see if Stone and I wanted to get fucked by them that night. This was too good an opportunity to miss, so I invited them over to join us in using Dean which they jumped at of course. I suggested they use the separate entrance that went straight down to the basement, and then we got ourselves set up to watch using the multi-screen installation Stone had put together in one of the bedrooms. It only took a few minutes for Frank and Bram to arrive, and we watched as Dean reacted to the lights going on and two strangers walking in the side door of the basement while we was secured in the sling having his ass reamed out by the machine. He started writhing and attempting to yell around the ball gag, but it was to no avail and within moments Bram had pulled back the machine and then slammed his cock into Dean. All resistance then ceased, as the gorgeous straight porn star gave in to the ecstasy of Bram’s long thick cock. His attempted yells became moans of pleasure, at which point Frank removed the gag, turned Dean’s head to the side and inserted his own dick into the man’s mouth. Stone and I watched in awe as the two men absolutely went to town on Dean, repeatedly swapping positions but otherwise never letting up on the frenetic fucking of the porn star’s ass. We eventually decided we needed to be there in person, so headed down to the basement to join them. Thereafter it became a four-way ganging up on Dean, with us having taken his wrists out of the leather cuffs so he could also use his hands to service our cocks while we waited our turn to be back inside him. In all, he got eight more loads, and I knew that Frank and Bram were pretty potent (indeed, they might have been the ones who pozzed me in the first place) so Dean was probably not long for the neg world. We were all pretty exhausted by the end of it, with Frank and Bram wearily making their exit while we finally got Dean down from the sling after plugging him up. He almost needed our help to remain standing as we took a shower together, and then we brought him to our bed for the night. I lay down in front of him and got his dick into me, and then Stone lay down behind, removed the plug and tossed it on the floor, and inserted himself into the fucked-out probably-not-so-straight-anymore hunk. We then all drifted off to sleep in a happy, contented chain. Dean seemed to be in no rush to leave the following morning, and eventually we spent the day at our place talking, swimming in the pool, napping, and of course fucking. Stone and I were a bit more versatile, enjoying a hard fuck each from the experienced top while of course also adding several more loads to his hole, which we otherwise kept plugged up. Even by the evening he didn’t seem to be wanting to leave, so after a few drinks we strapped him down on the fuck bench in the playroom, put in the ball gag again along with a blindfold over his eyes, and then invited a whole series of fuckbuddies of ours to come over and have at it. Stone and I were both quite tired, so we mostly conserved our energy by relaxing for a few hours in front of the multi-screens watching the proceedings, before concluding the night by going down and adding our final loads of the day. Once again, after a three-way shower Dean spent the night sleeping in the middle of a Greg and Stone sandwich. He did eventually leave the next morning after we’d both fucked him a final time, but three days later he was back. We had some more fun, before inviting Frank and Bram to come by and take Dean away with them. He was very nervous about this, but sufficiently drunk and horny that he agreed to go with them back to their place so Stone and I could get sufficient rest to prepare for a shoot we had coming up together out in the desert. Four days later we got back home after a successful couple of days in Nevada. This one had actually been a big deal as Stone had bottomed on camera for the first time in an orgy scene we shot on some boulders in the desert, with me only notionally topping for a bit before being taken by a whole army of men (albeit often in the background as they focused the filming on Stone’s “deflowering”). Anyway, when we got back we soon had a message from Bram saying that they were heading off to Palm Springs for a few days so would be bringing Dean back to us, which floored us both as we had just assumed they would have had their fun for a night before he went home. Evidently he had voluntarily stayed as their live-in cumdump, and had been shared with even more of their network of contacts during that time. This meant he had been taking high viral loads for several days, so PEP was no longer an option for him if he suddenly freaked out and tried to undo things. Dean was an unkempt mess when he was dropped off, so rather than picking up where we left off we instead got him showered, shaved, and dressed in some of my clothes. We then left him in peace by the pool, but kept an eye on him as he gradually seemed to start to deal with things. Later in the day I joined him outside, sitting on a lounger next to him for a while until he eventually spoke up and started asking me questions about my own experiences. “Have I been pozzed?” he asked, a bit out of the blue given we had been mostly talking about sexual identity. “Yes” I said, deciding honesty was probably a good policy at this point. “Are you sure?” “No, you can’t be until you’ve been tested, but I think you probably will be converting soon.” He sat in silence staring at the pool for a while. “Are you poz?” he asked. “Yes” I replied, “and so is Stone.” He nodded, not looking away from the pool. “We’re not on meds either, and neither are most of the men who fucked you” I stated, readying myself for an angry or even violent reaction. However, he remained calm and still, just staring at the pool. “I know” he eventually said. “I already knew.” “You did?” I asked. He nodded, but didn’t say anything else immediately. “I don’t know why I did it” he said after a while. “You were horny” I offered. “No” he said. “I mean, yes, but I could have done something else about that. I chose to come here.” I decided to just remain silent, instead lighting a cigarette and offering him one which he accepted. We then sat and smoked in silence. “Can you fuck me again?” he asked, after stubbing out his cigarette, swivelling round on the lounger and facing me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I can’t think about this shit anymore.” “Well OK” I replied, giving him a warm smile. Dean ended up staying with us for a few days, getting used to a new life he was carving out for himself by being fucked repeatedly, while also spending some time talking to us, reading things on the net or just sitting by the pool thinking about what was to come. We decided to let on about the cameras, and he actually got quite into working with the footage to pull together a well edited record of his days-long likely pozzing. He did eventually go home, but we kept an eye on him and were therefore able to be on hand when the conversion started. We brought him back to ours in a delirious state and took care of him, and once he started to come out the other side we did a quick home test before - and with his blessing - starting to invite others over to fuck or be fucked by him. When he was fully recovered we took him to a clinic for a proper test, and then began the process of getting him signed to Scorpex with us as ‘sponsors’ of sorts. Releasing the homemade footage onto the net helped with that for sure, such was the public reaction (a mix of celebration and dismay). Where the studio wanted me to maintain the versatility I had shown in my last place, and they have only just started to get Stone bottoming on camera, with Dean they cast him as 100% submissive from the moment he transferred over. It’s actually amusing to re-watch films from the first stage of his career, as it’s hard to correlate that the needy, greedy bottom we now know is the same man. He’s never really talked to us about how he feels about us deliberately pozzing him, and actually we don’t see him that much anymore as he seems to always be out on the hunt for cock. However, he did get in touch recently to let us know that he’d seen another of our gay-for-pay former studio stablemates breeding a guy in a club, suggesting that this hunk might be open to a bit of play off-camera. Suffice it to say that Stone and I have started making plans…

It was Summer 1995, my family were living in Houston, Texas and I was out for an extended visit from Glasgow in Scotland. It was lovely to see my folks but suburban Houston isn't exactly a hotbed of homo activity, especially before apps. I had cruised this guy in a park toilet and quizzed him about places to go and he told me there were 2 bathhouses fairly close together in Downtown on Fannin. I bit the bullet and headed to Club Houston, paid my membership and hired a locker. It was a Saturday afternoon and typical Houston summer day, roasting and incredibly humid. There was an outdoor pool and jacuzzi so I got myself a sunbed and laid out wearing a tiny pair of Speedos watching six guys playing water polo in the pool, every one of them my American porno fantasy, from Hot Latin to corn fed Texas blonde. After a while the hot Latin guy got out of the pool and came over to me, looking super hot with a huge bulge in his Speedo's. He introduced himself and I told him my name. A bit of background, I'm 5’6”, ginger and that time had a ginger goatee and cropped hair. When he realised I was Scottish I swear I could see his cock twitch as he told me that him and the guys were all wondering if I would join them in a game. Water polo in Scotland isn't exactly common place so I apologised and told him I'd never played before. ‘Well actually, all the guys in the pool, including me, want to fuck you.’ I looked over to the pool and five hot fucks were lined up at the edge staring straight at me. I've always been a fucking whore, so I put my book in my knapsack, picked up my towel, looked him in the eye and said, ‘Come on then’. He looked over to his friends and gave them the nod, they were out of the pool in double time and then the 7 of us were heading to Miguel's cabin. He'd hired one of the few double cabins available but it was still a bit cramped so they left the door open, back then if you hired a cabin there would be one condom on the bedside table but no lube, there was no condom and no lube. Miguel practically ripped off my Speedos and threw them on the floor, flipped me over with my face down and arse up and dived into my hole with his tongue. I figured this was the only lube I was getting until his cum so I just went with it, knowing that if he wasn't going to use lube he sure as fuck wasn't going to bother with a condom.

Tommy writhed twisting in the ropes holding his wrists together above his head and tied to the bedpost, the gag in his mouth preventing his cries and moans of pain from echoing through the room. The hot candle wax cooled on his chest stung and the clips on his nipples bit in as Zeke fucked him. That morning he had been woken up by the rope’s tightening around his wrist as he had been bound, the gag shoved in his mouth when he fuzzily tried to question what was happening followed by a snarling “Shut up you little slut” and a stinging slap across his face. Zeke had then proceed to torment his body with candles, clips and stinging little slaps here and there from a crop before raising his legs and slamming that huge cock of his into his defenseless hole. The fuck had been short, brutal and panful and as always they came together Tommy’s cock spewing cum all over both of them as Zeke’s toxic cum filled him, Tommy lay twitching as Zeke untied him then slid his body next to the boy wrapping his long arms around him, stroking the smooth young skin and whispering soft words to him, slowly bringing him back to himself, talking him down from the pain high that always took the boy when Zeke pushed him beyond a certain point. It had surprised and frightened even Zeke a little the first time it happened. Seeing the boy lost to the world, so caught up in the mixture of pain and pleasure that he could not respond. When coaxing and soft touches had brought Tommy back Zeke had said he would hold back in the future but Tommy had said no. He didn’t know where he went when the pain took him but wherever it was it was pure rapture. Once awareness returned to the boy’s eyes Zeke lifted him and carried him to the shower making out as the hot water raised a cloud of steam to surround them. Later as they rode down in the elevator Zeke asked “Are you sure you are ready for this?” and Tommy nodded. The week he had planned to stay in the city was up and Zeke was driving him home to pick up his things and tell his parents his life had changed. Had been changed. They would not understand. They didn’t even know he was gay and now he was going to dedicate his life to a man he had known for a week? Tommy did not understand it himself, and while he didn’t know if this was love or not he did knew the sex with Zeke was addictive. If truth be told Zeke was just as confused. He had taken countless boys and men throughout his life. He could even remember a few of their names but he never even thought of dumping Tommy. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Zeke was not even sure he could love anyone. Tommy brought out both a desire to cause that young fresh body pain for Zeke’s own gratification and a fierce protectiveness. He would do anything to keep Tommy safe and with him. It was like there was something inside of him making him take this boy into his life and treasure him. Something that was not entirely him. The drive seemed to take no time at all and before Tommy knew it he was walking up to the front door of his house with Zeke, sharp as ever in a gray suit walking behind him, He opened the door calling “Mom! Dad! I’m home!’ Dad came out of his den and mom down from upstairs “We were not expecting you for hours, your bus was not supposed to arrive till 3” mom said stopping as she saw Zeke standing behind her son in the front door, “Zeke drove me home” Tommy said “And who is Zeke?” his dad asked in a not altogether friendly tone. Tommy swallowed and said “He’s my lover” A long silence followed then mom said “I think you better both come in” At first they tried logic and it descended from there. “You just met this man! You don’t really know him! You are going to college in a few months! This is just a phase! The right girl will snap you out of it! No son of mine is going to be a queer! If you think I’m going to pay to send a queer to school you have another thing coming!’ That final one coming out as a shout from his red faced dad. Zeke raised a hand and his cold voice cut through the din “I think that’s enough” he snapped and they fell silent, “What you don’t seem to understand is that Thomas is an adult and can make his own choices. This conversation is not about what you will or will not allow him to do it’s about if you want to drive your son out of your lives or not. As for paying for his education. Don’t worry, I will handle that and I have the influence to get him into one of the best schools in the country, So what is it going to be? When your son walks back out that door do you want it to be ten days or ten years before you talk to him again?” “”But what if his choices are mistakes?” mom asked tears in her eyes “It’s time to let him make his own mistakes too” Zeke said softly and he actually managed to sound compassionate surprising himself “But you are not sending him into the world alone. I promise you I will be there to catch him before he falls too far” These words sounded like they were coming from someone else to Zeke and yet he meant every one. Tommy went up to his room and in a surprisingly short time returned with two small bags, His mother went into the den and returned with a large file folder. “A copy of his birth certificate and other documents” She explained then said to Tommy “This will always be your home and we will always be here if you need us” then she hugged him. A brief nod from his dad in agreement and then a rough embrace and they were back out the door walking to the car. “You ok baby boy?” Zeke asked and then he though “baby boy? Where the hell did that come from?” even as his hand seemed to move on it’s own to take Tommy’s He was rewarded with a shaky smile and a “Yes, thank you” They stayed in a local hotel and Tommy spent the afternoon showing Zeke his hometown. They were obviously a couple and there were many disapproving looks directed at them. “Hey look! Little Tommy has a boyfriend!” A shout rang out It was Steve a guy a few years older than Tommy who had been his friend till he started hanging with the wrong crowd He and two of his friends approached but stopped as Zeke stepped in front of his boy “We aren’t going to have any trouble here are we?” He asked in a quiet voice as his ice blue eyes seemed to glitter with menace “Unnn no... No Sir” and Zeke knew that this man in front of him was not offended by Tommy being openly gay and having someone. He was jealous. Envious that others had the balls tp dp what he was too afraid to. Angry that someone else was taking his Tommy even though he had never said a word about his feelings to him. Steve and his friends slouched off leaving them standing alone “Poor Steve” Tommy sighed “He fights with himself, so afraid to be what he is” Zeke nodded They had dinner and returned to the hotel room, Tommy dropping off to sleep quickly and Zeke sitting in a chair in the dark watching him trying to sort the things that were happening out in his head finally falling asleep, ****** Ezekiel slipped out of his sleeping agent’s mind. What a fucking day! Nudging Zeke to where he needed to be. Making him feel the things he would not admit he even could feel. He slipped into the higher plain and let out an explosive breath, Then he felt it Another being approach him on the higher plane and he turn to confront it. Ezekiel was black fire and this being was white ice, Zeke was the darkness and the other was the light Zeke was… Suddenly the other being shifted into a man-shaped form of incredible beauty, his white wings folded on his back “Honestly Ezekiel, can we skip the dramatic confrontation and light show this time? After all the eons it’s getting old,” “Works for me” Ezekiel e said shifting into an equally beautiful form with black wings, “It’s good to see you Gabe” Gabriel was the agent of Order for this world, The two of them had formed out of nothing eons ago then the precursors of man became self aware and at first had worked against each other destroying what the other did but as time passed they gradually learned that working together or at least not opposing each other helped advance mankind much more quickly It had been Gabriel's agent. A music teacher. Who had influenced a young boy named Jeff Clayton years back. Encouraging his musical talent and urging him to post his songs online, but also encouraging him to never loose that reckless streak in his nature. Setting him on a path that would eventually lead him into the arms and bed of a man named Mike. “Good to see you Gabe” Ezekiel said and spread both his arms and wings Gabriel stepped to him and kissed him as they melted into one another making love and merging till there was almost no separation between them. The closest way to describe it was it was like fucking someone who was fucking you at the same time… sort of. It was release. It was love. It was communing with the only other being who would always be there through the centuries. The only one who understood. ***** Zeke woke up in his chair. He felt freer, less restrained, Every feeling for Tommy was still there. Now immovable bedrock in his soul but his chaotic nature towards others was free to wreak havoc. He quietly dressed and left the room hunting, It was 3am and the bar was closed. Steve had only had a couple that night so he was not really drunk as he cut through an alley on the way home, “You are Steve aren’t you?” a voice, rough and sultry came out of the shadows. Then a man moved into the half light between the buildings, It was the guy who had been with Tommy earlier. “Yeah” he said a bit nervously. The guy seemed even more menacing tonight “Zeke” the man said giving his name. “You should not harass others because they are brave enough to be who they are, You should not be afraid to be who you are.” “What are you talking about?” Steve asked but he knew Zeke backed him into a wall and placed a hand on his face leaning in as if to kiss him and just before their lips touched he whispered “I’m going to free you Steve” gripping his shoulders, turning him to face the wall and yanking his baggy shorts down to his ankles. Steve did not resist. Deep inside he had wanted this for years. He had wanted a man to take him and use him, He sobbed in pent up frustration and longing and submitted. Zeke unzipped his pants freeing his cock and plunged unmercifully into the virgin hole before him, his long fingered hand covering Steve's mouth and muffling the scream as he took him. Sliding in and out his cock head scraping those inner walls getting them ready to receive his gift as he pounded into the bully with quickened strokes till his evil release. Balls pumping his poison cum deep inside the unsuspecting man. Steve’s moan of pure pleasure as he came against the wall a release of years of secret desires. Zeke pulled out , zipped up and walked away a quiet “Thank you” coming from Steve and wondered if he would still thank him when his gift was revealed. He slipped back into the hotel room, quietly showered the slipped into bed with Tommy wrapping long arms protectively, possessive around him and drifted off to sleep. ****** Ezekiel had returned to his agent just as he was breeding Steve in that alley. Mentally sighing he checked Steve’s future for potential damage. Steve’s future had been unremarkable before and it still was but he had actually been shifted into a happier path where he would find real love someday Riding in Zeke’s mind back to the hotel room he nudged his feelings for Tommy further open then settled down to wait as they slept.

where are you in philly

A good rim job with plenty of spit is great, but often guys need a bit more to handle my girth. I find Vaseline (which so many here prefer) is too thick for my taste, so I've been using plain mineral oil, which doesn't dry and also doesn't stain bedding (unlike vegetable oils). That's a bit too thin, so I'd be very curious to know the formulation for the homemade Albolene - @Calgarybugchaser, please share! As far as commercial lubes, I find them generally overpriced and I really hate the silicone ones, which seem to be impossible to remove from skin and aren't slick enough for my taste.

Part 23 Colt layed on top of me for a minute as his cock leaked the last of his big load into my wet guts. The rank smell of the dirty carpet filled my nostrils which in turn fucked with my head. The smell was sending little jolts to my dick. Colt finally stood up, and using his foot to push my head further into the nasty carpet said, "Don't move faggot!" I didn't move a muscle as I heard him rummage around for a moment before sitting on the bed next to me. I heard the unmistakable sound of a baggie being opened. Colt leaned down next to me and showed me what he had in his hand. It was a shard. And not just a shard, a huge fucking one! It had to be an inch long and fat too. "Ready to get fucked up, bitch?" He taunted me, as he looked into my eyes. Eyes that were pleading for the drug. "You want this piggy? Does daddy's nasty little meth whore want this? Tell me slut. Tell your Master what you want!" "I want it Sir! Please!" I begged him. "Give it to me Sir! I'm your dirty faggot meth whore, Sir! Please fuck me up!" Colt just smiled as he spread my ass cheeks apart and fingered my already sloppy hole a bit. I involuntarily moaned and arched my back, sticking my ass up a bit. "Oh yea whore. Daddy likes that." He purred. "Daddy likes seeing his bitch hungry for things in its pussy. Get on your knees. Keep your head down. And spread your ass open and really beg me, you stupid faggot!" I assumed the position and began pleading. "Please Sir." I whined like a bitch. "Please put it in me. I'm such a worthless faggot. Please get me fucked up. I'm your whore. I'm your property. I'll do anything you want me to Sir. Use me, degrade me, humiliate me. Just please give me that shard!" Colt just laughed his little evil laugh. "Oh don't worry faggot. I'll do anything I want to you regardless. Cause your just my personal fuck toy. You have no say in the matter. But I still love to hear you beg for it." I could feel something placed against my sphincter, and I knew it was the shard. I shivered a bit in anticipation. Then, I could feel Colt pushing it into me. "Hoo boy. That's one hungry pussy! It sucked that shard up like it was starving!" He laughed." I just let out a groan as I started feeling that burning inside my bowels. "Let's find out just how hungry it is!" Colt held down a plug by my face. It took a moment to focus on it as the burning in my guts made my eyes water. But when I did, I saw a toy I hadn't seen before. I whimpered slightly. Colt just laughed. "You like it whore? I bought it special for you." The reason I whimpered was because this was no ordinary butt plug. This one was shaped like a dog's cock. A big one. Almost as long as Colt's cock, but even thicker. And the scariest part was the huge balls that sat at the base. They had to be at least as big around as a fist. I whimpered again. "Don't worry slut. As soon as that meth kicks in your pussy will gobble this right down." He said as he slapped it against my face a few times. "Plus, this will help." He continued as he put a gas mask over my head. In a minute I heard the familiar sound of the torch being lit, followed a few seconds later by my mask filling up with a thick, white cloud. This was soon followed by more clouds, and between them and the booty bump kicking in, I didn't even notice when Colt started pushing the plug up against my hole. But I sure noticed when the flared head was forced past my anal ring and popped into me. I screamed into the mask and Colt laughed. "Oh yea bitch. I bet that hurts. I bet you feel like you're being ripped open. And I bet my whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Oh yes Sir!" I moaned into the mask. "Give it to me Sir!" Colt began to fuck my ass with the big dog cock plug and I continued to moan like the slut I was. Then he paused for a moment. I felt the tube to the mask moving, then a moment later I was hit with poppers. Strong poppers. It must have been a new bottle. Colt must have stuck a soaked rag in the tube, because all I could breath were poppers. In moments I was flying as the assault on my ass continued. I was moaning and drooling as the drugs did their job, and very soon I felt the balls of the plug pushing against my hole. Colt reached down and wrapped a huge bicep around my neck, pulling me back into him. The other hand pushed on the plug. "Tell me you want it bitch. Tell me you want your methed up pussy plugged!" "Fuck yea!" I moaned, totally lost in being high and Colt's power. "Fuckin do it. Plug me up Sir! DO IT!" Colt just growled and pushed as hard as he could and the thing popped into me. I screamed again as jolts of pain and pleasure rocked my body. He just squeezed my neck with his arm and covered my mouth through the mask with his other. "That's it. That's a good boy. Ride the pain faggot. Embrace it. Know that pain is good. Pain makes me happy. Hurting you makes me happy." "Yes Sir." I moaned as I writhed against him, both my body and brain on fire. My ass kept trying to grind against the huge plug in a desperate attempt to bring some relief. But it only served to heighten my arousal. As evidenced by my rock hard cock. "Ah yes." Colt said as he stroked my hard cock. "My little piggy likes this. He likes it a lot. I knew buying that plug was a good idea. However, we really need to get moving. Now lay down on the bed!" I did as Colt grabbed the ice bucket. Scooping out a handful of ice, he grabbed my hard cock and balls. I yelped from the shock, but it had the desire effect and soon my hardon was gone. Colt wasted no time in getting it locked into the chastity device with the spikes on the inside and a urethral tube. Then he tossed me a white speedo. "Put this on and stand up!" I scrambled into the obviously too small speedo and stood up. I happened to be facing the mirror and got a good look at how obvious my chastity cage was. The white fabric was totally see through. Which I'm sure is what Colt planned. I just stood there as he took a sharpie and wrote on my back. When he finished, he wrote on my upper chest, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing up to my face. Under that he wrote 'I'M A FAG USE ME!'. He certainly wasn't being subtle. Then he stood behind me and showed me a heavy, link chain with a padlock on it. "Kiss it slave." He told me as he held it up to my lips. I kissed it. "Now beg me to put it on. Beg me to make you my slave forever." My cock pushed against its confines as I begged Colt, "Please Sir. Collar me. Make me your slave forever. I Love you so much Master. I will do anything for you." A wet spot appeared on my speedo as he pushed the padlock shut. "God you're beautiful." He purred as he licked my ear. "You're going to be a very popular whore these next few days. Let's hope your pussy doesn't fall apart." He grabbed some sunscreen and sprayed me all over. "Wouldn't want your pasty white skin getting all burned." He said before leaning into my ear. "Those aren't the kinds of marks I'm planning on leaving." I shuddered as he handed me the spray to do him. When I finished, he asked me, "Do you want to see what I wrote on your back? Not that it matters. I'll do what the fuck I want! I just thought it would give you more food for thought." He turned me around, and even though it was backwards, I could clearly see it read, 'Cumdump Available. 2 holes. Blue Flamingo Motel. Room 49. After 7 pm.' Then, across the top of my cheeks like a tramp stamp, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing down my crack. "I think that should get the point across." He laughed as he placed a bottle of poppers on a leather string around my neck. "And look how nice your red ass shows through." He said as he rubbed my still burning cheeks. And they sure did. The welts showed right through. Colt pulled on a black speedo and some flip flops, then looked at the beach stuff, then at me. "You don't expect me to fuckin carry that shit, do you slave?" "No Sir." I mumbled as I grabbed the stuff. "Just remember the rules. Now let's go." I opened the door and stood by it patiently, not daring to go first. Colt just smiled as people passed the open door and laughed at me. "Oops, almost forgot one last thing." He said, producing a leash. He clipped it onto my collar before laughing. "No, that's to easy. Doesn't make you suffer enough." He then grabbed the alligator clamps. I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth as he attached them to my little pink nips, the sharp teeth digging into my sensitive flesh. Then he attached the leash to the chain that connects them. "Let's go!" He ordered me as he gave them a hard yank. I gasped in pain. The walk through the motel was deeply humiliating, just as Colt wanted it. The taunts and jeers flew around us as he led his practically naked slave by his tits. But outside was even worse. There were lots more people around, some of them obviously shocked by what they were seeing. Let's face it, we were more fitting in a pride parade than spring break, but that didn't matter to Colt. He loved shocking people. And it wasn't just the people around that made it worse. My tender feet weren't used to hot pavement and I found myself stepping very gingerly. Add to that the huge plugged jammed in my hole, and I was walking pretty funny. I've never had to walk with something huge lodged in my ass, and I could feel it deep inside me with every step I took, crushing my prostate, pushing against my second internal ring, while the huge balls stretched and rubbed my colon just inside of my asshole. I had all kinds of mixed feelings from pain, to humiliation, to fucking horny as the meth did its job in my system. And Colt was relentless with the leash, giving it constant tugs, sending fire through my burning tits, causing me to constantly whimper in pain. We walked past a trio of guys, your typical frat boy types with their board shorts and bucket hats, pooka shells around their necks, and Colt gave an extra hard tug. I cried out which of course got their attention. They stopped and turned, all laughing at the pathetic fag. The were taunting me, as I just stood there taking their abuse. It wasn't until one of them got in my face and said, "What's the matter faggot? Why won't you answer us?" I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" There was dead silence from the trio before they erupted in laughter again, adding more taunts. Several people also stopped to observe what was going on. It was then that Colt walked up behind me and said, "Kneel!" Without hesitation I dropped to my knees. The guys laughed harder, as did some of the other onlookers. "Holy shit. This is for real." One of the guys said. "He's really a faggot slave." I felt myself flush, partly from humiliation, but mostly from pride. "That's right." Said Colt. "This is my faggot slave. I own it, and it will do whatever I tell it to. I brought it here cause I know how horny spring breakers get, and I know how bitches can be, so I brought my personal fag here to be of service. He's got two holes holes that never refuse any cock. Now, we're heading to the beach, but if you need your cocks sucked right now, we can duck down this alley." "Well fuck." Said one of the guys. "I could use my nuts drained. Let's go." He started to walk down the alley when his friend piped up. "You gonna stick your dick in a fag? Are you fuckin queer?" "I ain't no fuckin queer! But I ain't stupid either. There's a free mouth pussy right here, and I'm gonna use it. I'm gonna bust my nut into this fag, and if you had half a brain you would too. Ain't no chick gonna touch you anyway." He laughed as he walked away. "He's right you know." Said Colt to the guys. "A mouth is a mouth, and this faggot will suck you better than any bitch can. Now, stand up slave." He ordered me, tugging on my tits. I did and was led down the alley after the first guy. As I got behind the dumpster and turned around, I noticed the other two guys slowly walking toward us. "Take those trunks off bitch!" Colt ordered me. "A cumdump should always be naked when servicing a superior man. I nervously removed them, but didn't disobey. "Now, hit the bottle!" I popped the top and took some deep hits as the guy fished his already half hard cock out of his shorts. Then I opened my mouth and he just shoved it in. He grabbed the back of my head and skull fucked me. He wasn't here to make love, he was here to use a faggot and bust his nut. He choked me as he battered my throat for about a minute before he buried himself in me. "Fuckin take my cum you dirty faggot." He growled as he pumped his fluid down my throat. "You fucking disgusting alley cocksucking bitch!" I glanced up to see Colt smiling down on me. The guy pulled his cock out of me, grabbed my speedos, and wiped his slimy cock all over them. "Get the fuck over here." He said to one of the other two guys. The next guy did the same thing. Dropped his shorts enough to pull out his cock before shoving it in my mouth. He jackhammered me just like the first guy. I wasn't giving them blow jobs as much as I was just a fleshy tube for them to use. Which was fine with me. My cock pushed against the spikes in the cage, telling me I was right where I belonged. When he started to cum, he shot two squirts down my throat before Colt pulled him out and made him shoot the rest on my face. He also wiped off on my speedo. I hit more poppers as the third guy approached. And I'm glad I did, as he was already at full mast. And it was the biggest of the three. I opened wide with my tongue sticking out and he laughed. "Look at the pathetic fag. It can't get enough cock!" He took a moment to slap my face with it a few times before he shoved it in. Again, this was no gentle suck. He raped my face. He lasted about as long as the other two and was soon squirting his hot college boy cum into my still high school mouth, before painting my face with the rest. It dripped down onto my chest as he wiped his slime on my speedo, joining the others. "Stop by tonight if you want more." Colt told the guys as they walked away. "Maybe try out its cunt too!" I looked up and saw another guy approaching us. This guy was not a horny college boy. This was an older man. A dirty looking older man. Probably homeless. "You want another cock faggot?" He asked me. "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" "Of course it wants another cock." Chimed Colt as he grabbed his phone to record. "It's what it lives for. That's its purpose in life!" I hit the poppers as the man stood in front of me. I could smell him. B.O., piss and filth flooded my nostrils and I fought off gagging. I wasn't about to fail Colt. I opened wide and took this homeless man's dirty, smelly cock into me. My asshole pulsed around the plug as I degraded myself for my Master. "Oh yea, that's it." The man groaned. "Suck my cock you dirty little alley whore. You fucking nasty little cock pig." Colt dropped down next to me. "He's right." He said in my ear. "You're just a dirty, nasty little alley whore. Taking strangers cocks. You sick little faggot." He reached under me and started manipulating the plug in me. I moaned as he moved it around. "Now, stop sucking this nice man's cock for a moment and tell him what you are. Look him in the eyes and tell him." The man leaned down and took hold of my bottle. He removed it and took a couple big hits before holding it back under my nose. "Go ahead slave. Do what your Master says." I breathed deep as I looked into this dirty, disheveled old man's eyes. "I'm a whore Sir. I'm a disgusting faggot whore. I'm just two holes for men to use as they want." I kept taking hits as Colt tugged on the plug in my pussy. "I'm a fucking cumdump for any man. Any man who wants to use my pathetic holes can. Any man my Master tell me to service, I will. Anywhere, anytime." "You slut!" Colt growled as he gave a mighty pull on the plug and the huge fake dog knot popped out of me. I howled in pain, but was quickly muffled as the homeless guy shoved his hard cock down my throat, burying me face in his smelly crotch. I gagged as I choked on his cock and foul stench. "Now ride that cock bitch! Fuck yourself with it while you suck him off!" Even though my ass ached like a mother, I did as Colt told me, and started riding that huge cock up and down while I grunted and moaned and slathered my mouth all over the cock in front of me. I devoured cock in both my holes as Colt filmed it. "Look at that little pig!" I heard him say. "My bitch is nothing more than a degenerate piece of methed up alley trash, suckin homeless cock and riding a fake dog cock." His words only spurred me on. This is what I was. A dirty, lowdown piece of faggot alley trash. A few months ago I was a nice little Christian Texas boy. Played football, got good grades, went to church. Now here I was. Lower than I had ever been before. Drugged up and degrading myself in a public alley in Florida. Naked except for my locked up cage and my slave collar. And I loved it. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't told I could speak, but I was so gone in the moment I couldn't stop myself. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and looked directly into the camera. I took more hits of poppers until my eyes went glassy. "Hey everybody. My name is Austin Allen Collins and I'm an 18 year old senior at Cleburn High School." I began as I started riding the cock again as well as slurping on the homeless cock. "Or at least, I was. Now I'm a pathetic methed up piece of faggot alley trash. I'm a slave whore owned by Colton Sawyer Cooper. I'm his property to do with what he wants. And right now, this is what he wants. I just finished sucking off three college guys in this alley. Now I'm sucking this homeless cock. Because I was ordered to." I continued sucking on the cock as I talked. "Earlier today, I was raped by three other men in another alley. They fucked my pussy and all shot their loads deep in me. When I told my Master what happened, he fucked me even harder. Then he made me suck off a stranger who knocked on our door looking for the cumdump!" I moaned as I sucked the cock and pounded my hole, knowing every dirty moment was being recorded. And knowing I would have absolutely zero control over what happened to it. Colt reached into the bag and pulled out a case and opened it. He showed it to the homeless guy. "Want a hit old man?" The guys eyes lit up. "Oh fuck yea! I've been jonesing for some. Oh man. Thank you!" He said smiling, showing off his missing teeth. That probably should have disgusted me, but it had the opposite effect. I felt sluttier. "You sure it's safe right here?" Colt asked. "Fuck yea. No one cares. Especially during spring break. People see a homeless guy in an alley, they just keep walking. Cops don't care neither. Until they hear screams, they don't fuckin do a thing." As if to prove his point, the man sparked the torch and rolled the pipe right there. He took a big hit and blew out a huge cloud down onto me while while I sucked him and Colt recorded it. After two more hits, Colt told him to hand me the pipe. Now I was high as fuck already, but I knew why Colt was making me smoke it. For the camera. To degrade me further. So I gave him what he wanted. I looked seductively into the camera and took a big hit. "Hi mom. Hi dad. Hi everyone back in Cleburn, Texas." I said before blowing a big cloud. "This is Austin, your precious baby boy. Well look at me now. Look at me Bill and Doris Collins. Your son is nothing more than a sleazy alley meth fag. I got a big fake dog cock in my whore pussy. And a big smelly homeless cock to suck on." I took another big hit and sucked on the cock as I slowly blew it out of my nose. "Mmmmm...I love cock so much! I'm such a fucking cockwhore. I want cum and piss in my dirty, slutty fag holes!" The homeless man reached down and grabbed the leash and yanked on it. I squealed as he yanked my titties. I rode and sucked harder as he blew smoke down on me. "Oh fuck I need that pussy!" He growled. "Lay the fuck down faggot, and spread em!" I climbed off the plug and layed on my back on the dirty ground, spreading my legs wide, showing him my hungry pussy. The homeless guy wasted no time crawling between my legs. He had a nice sized cock, but I was so loose he just slid right in. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck my slutty methed up high school fag pussy!" I grabbed the plug and started sucking it, looking right into the camera. "Ooooohhhh." I moaned as I licked and sucked the plug. "This was just in my pussy, mommy and daddy, and now I'm sucking off all my nasty ass juice and cum off it. I'm such a dirty whore! Look at me getting fucked next to a dumpster like the trash I am!" The homeless guy grabbed a dirty rag from his pocket and poured some poppers on it. He covered my nose and as I opened my mouth for air, he shoved the plug in, slamming it down my throat. "Fuck yea, you stupid fag!" The homeless guy growled as he pummeled both my holes. "Take those fucking cocks you queer. Fucking choke on it!" As if I had a choice. The plug was huge and he was battering my throat with it. I was gagging and wretching as he forced it into me. "Oh man. Keep choking fag. Everytime you do, it's tightens up your sloppy cunt" I did keep wretching. I was spitting up mucus and cum, and my face was covered with the slop. I just kept on looking right into the camera. "I'm gonna cum, you worthless cunt!" The homeless guy shouted. "Do it! Cum in me!" I croaked through my battered throat. "Shoot your fuckin nasty homeless cum in me! Fill my nasty teenage pussy up!" The guy grunted and went ridged, his eyes rolling back into his head as his cock pulsed inside me, blessing me with his precious spunk. After he climbed off me, Colt got some nice shots of me on the ground, next to the dumpster, my face and chest covered in cum and puke, my pussy dripping a fresh load of anonymous cum. Then he told the homeless guy to shove the plug back in me. I squealed like a little bitch as the knot popped back into me. "Don't you think you should thank the nice man?" Colt asked me. I jumped into action getting back on my knees. I took his dirty, slimy cock back into my mouth and spoke as I cleaned it off. "Thank you Sir. Thank you for using me and giving me your cum!" The homeless guy just looked down on me and smiled. "I have one more thing for you fag." Then, he started pissing. I gulped down a few mouthfuls of his rank, nasty piss before he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed my face and body with the rest. I let it shower over me as I smiled into the camera. "Here, pig." Colt said as he tossed my speedo to me. "Wipe yourself off while I chat with our friend. They walked down the alley a bit while I tried to clean myself up. But a tiny speedo doesn't really clean up a lot. Colt returned to find me holding a sopping wet speedo and scum smeared all over my face and chest. He made me put on the speedo that now showed off even more through the wet fabric. Colt just looked at me and smiled. "God damn you look like a used up 2 bit whore." Then he leaned in, gave me a little kiss and whispered, "And you've never looked better babe."

Mike was angry Mike was watching the news. Their Senator was retiring, He was a respected man who while he was very conservative had always performed his office with dignity and honor, Mike hated bothe of the frontrunners to replace them. Jeff, a little tired of hearing Mike complain that there was no good choice, said “Then run yourself!” “I’m not a member of either party” Mike said though he always bored for the left leaning candidate “Do we NEED a party?” Jeff asked. “We would not need their money, We could easily finance a campaign on our own just off royalties and interest. It would not hurt us one bit” and he was right. And so the “Politics from a different perspective” campaign was born. Mike’s platform was simple, “I will never take a dime from special interests or lobbyists, I will look at each issue and make my decision based on what is best for my constituents”. He was pro choice, pro equality and anti big business greed. When reporters or his opponents brought up his sex life and relationships Mike would look at them and say “And?” If they pressed further he would say “I do not subscribe to the social construct of monogamy or the ridiculous idea that there is only room in my heart for one person but what I do in my bedroom with consenting adults has nothing to do with my stance on the issues” It was so unusual for a politician not to lie, deny or make excuses that they eventually gave up. It turned out that people cared more about actually being represented than what Mike did in bed. Mike won in a landslide garnering an amazing 69% of the vote. That always made Jeff chuckle. One of the very first things Mike did was put up a 24/7 live feed of his office from several angles accompanied by a large sign outside the door warning all that anything said in that office would be instantly public and then reduced to meet with any special interest, lobbyist or even fellow Senators anywhere else unless they allowed all conversations to be recorded, The one exception was national security issues he had to be briefed on but the public understood that, Several lobbyist managed to make “proposals" to him in out of the way places but quickly stopped when Mike called a press conference and told the public exactly what had been offered and what they had wanted in return, usually accompanied by recorded audio from his phone. This led to investigations and several arrest followed by a few resignations and many promises to “be more careful in the future” from politicians, many of whom lost their next bid for reelection, A year later Jeff ran for their local congressional seat on the same platform and also won in a landslide though he always grumped that 70% of the vote was not as funny as 69. Mike and Jeff shocked people when they still had time to put out music, the proceeds of which very transparently were used for their reelection campaigns, Mike and Jeff scrupulously avoided entanglements with anyone involved with politics but that did not stop them from having adventures. On vacation one year they had met several men of various ages and bred them. Tony had come to vacation with them and together they worked their way through the “treasures" of many men. One particularly memorable little minx had ridden the three of them to exhaustion. His name was Chuck and je so totally charmed Tony that when he returned to France Chucky went with him, Mike and Jeff decided to retire from politics at the end of Mike’s 2nd term. One of the last things they did was to stop a strange bill that the pharmaceutical companies had managed to slip through congress despite what was called it’s draconian measures. It had tri do with HIV status. The bill stipulated that in order to receive a government ID you had to present test results with your HIV status and that all HIV positive individuals were required to immediately go on medications, Failure to do so could result in being jailed and forcefully medicated. The Bill had been vetoed by President Taylor Swift and the veto override had filed in the House and in the Senate by one vote in each house, The President ordered the Justice Department to take a close look into the drug companies, This move had had an air of desperation to it and she felt the public needed to understand why, *************** The year was 2125 Jeff walked into the living room moving slowly and deliberately and lowered himself to sit on the floor leaning back on the now world famous ottoman. It had happened for the first time on this piece of furniture. He thought back on his life and to the biggest surprise of all, The Justice Department investigation had found after several years that the pharmaceutical companies had been up to something. By forcing every HIV positive person onto meds they were trying to hide the fact that a new strain of HIV was taking over. A nondeadly strain. In later years it would be dubbed "The Angel Strain”. Researchers quickly found where it originated. It had been that nameless boy they had fucked on Jeff’s first trip to the baths. He had known all along who they had been but had played along to be with his idols. He had pointed them to Mike and Jeff being one of the oldest confirmed carriers of the Angel Strain. A quick test in Mike confirmed he was a carrier too and Mike pointed them to Doug who had clean up his act and was living with his husband in Vermont. Test on Doug confirmed that while Mike’s strain came from him his HIV was normal HIV and it was his medications that kept it from progressing. The Angel Strain had originated with Mike and Jeff was the first he had passed it on to. On this ottoman Jeff thought wryly. They had never gone on medications, They never thought about it because they had no adverse health effects. Further research had found that The Angel Strain could override other strains of HIV and that the medications actually made you slightly more likely to die as they suppressed The Angel Strain and if you caught a resistant strain could keep it from protecting you, The drug companies didn’t care. They just saw their profit from the meds vanishing. It was not even a vaccine they could sell so they had tried to hide it to keep the money coming in. So what if a few more people died? This led to a deeper investigation and it finally came out that the drug companies had been sitting on a cure for many diseases, An anti-aging drug that cured cancer, diabetes and prevented most age related ones like arthritis and dementia, The calculation was that they would make more money treating a population kept sick than selling one that kept everyone healthy. This lead to the nationalization of the pharmaceutical industry and the trial and execution of the people who had truly known what was going on. In an unprecedented move they were tried by the Supreme Court to prevent the endless appeal process and not even the most strident anti death penalty proponents tried to save them. The researchers told Mike that like every other thing viruses evolved and it had mutated in him actually becoming far more successful, It had a nearly 100% transmission rate from just precum now and bottoms had an 80% chance of passing it on to a top having unprotected sex with them. Also being non lethal it had a longer lifetime for it’s host to infect others and in a final adaptation it now caused a slight brain chemistry change making it’s carriers more likely to want to spread it somehow. Singer and politician though he was in the end Mike ended up being most famous as patient X for The Angel Strain The Anti-aging drug was distributed to anyone above 35 for free and people were living to 130 to 140 years now some making it to 150, and the family had had many happy decades together. Buzz, Hank and Brad had been the first to go nearly 15 years ago. For Hank’s 120th birthday the three, still in incredible shape, had decided to be dropped from a helicopter onto the top of a mountain to snowboard down. There had been an avalanche… Mike had been devastated. In a very real way Hank and Buzz had been his kids and Brad his grandson. He had guided them, nurtured them and loved them for so long he was inconsolable. Jeff had had to put aside his own grief to take care of him. Sal went next at 141 and swore till the end that he would outlive them all. John did not long survive him, He stopped taking the anti-aging drug and was gone in two weeks. Mike and Jeff got each other through that somehow Then a year ago… the tears started down Jeff’s cheeks. They had celebrated their 100th wedding anniversary just a couple months before when the drugs suddenly stopped working for Mike. They were like that. You lead a long healthy life then you were gone in a couple days. Jeff had felt him go about 3 am but had laid held in his arms softly crying till dawn crept through the windows. And now Jeff was alone. He had mourned and hidden from the world for a while and then made a decision. He had set many things in motion he and Mike had always talked about, liquidating most of their assets and set up funds and endowments so that their life’s work would go on and help as many as possible. He knew Mike would want him to live and be happy but how do you live without a man you spent a century with? How could you go on alone? He sent a thought mode to the sound system in the house and the original version of Heartsong started playing. The song had been covered so many times people had forgotten that Jeff recorded it first. He had stopped taking the medications weeks ago. He quietly sang along “My Heartsong ends without you” Jeff’s caretaker found him. Head down on the ottoman a sweet smile on his face, The reaction of most people when they heard of his passing was “Wow, I didn’t even know he was still with us” The Compound” became a museum dedicated to the remarkable people who had lived there and the ottoman was the central exhibit. ********************** Epilogue: Mike waited, Standing by the road he waited. The was no hot or cold here. No hunger or thirst, He never got tired. He really could not complain. Hank, Buzz and Brad had been waiting 15 years. Sal and John were there too. They waited. People moved along the road, most of them just vague shapes but occasionally someone you knew would pass. They were sharper. Most of them walked past and through the large open gate but some stopped outside and waited. This was not Heaven, At least not the one people expected. Many people, singing pompous hymns and looking like the were smugly victorious found they could not get through the gate, Many protested what a good (fill in a religion name here) they had been and a voice sounding pre recorded and bored would play after a soft *DING* “You spent your life using your religion to justify your hate when you should have been loving your fellow man. Go away, When we have time we will come find you and send you back for another try. Have a pleasant day” it was always the same message. Some people approached the gate warily. Like they knew they could not get through. Mike wondered what they had done in life to cause that, They tried then eventually wandered away. In his waiting Luke had come by and as he had done for most of their lives when he had seen Mike walked up and held him in his arms but soon, just hours later Cathy had come, Kissing Mike on the cheek as she took Luke’s hand and led him through the gate. Mike waited. Then one day he saw him walking down the road and his heart swelled with love, “Jeff!” he shouted Tears in his eyes Jeff came running, looking like he had that first day in Mike’s tattoo shop and threw himself into his arms sobbing “I couldn’t. I couldn't live alone! How could you leave me alone?” “Shhhh shhhh. hush now baby boy.” Mike whispered, crushing Jeff to him as the rest of the family surrounded them “You know I didn’t have a choice. We are together now and you are mine, Mine forever now” And with that they walked hand in hand as a family. Hank, Buzz, Brad, Sal, John, Mike and Jeff through the gate and into their next adventure. ***************************************** And so it ends. I’m as surprised we ended up here as you are but I hope you enjoyed. Is it wrong for something you write yourself to make you cry? Peace and Love Scanbu These characters get mentioned in a new story by the same author.

Spit and shove

Fell in love with Albolene... Can be a bit tricky to find in Canada so I just make my own. For basically about $10 i get two tubs of it, and no one suspects that the mineral oil, paraffin wax, and Vaseline that it's made from really does not like latex!

I agree hearing others admiring me being fucked is always a major turn on, along with knowing I'm being watched.

What is "guaranteed" to make me cum ...... interesting question ... Well, any number of things, I suppose. I enjoy aural encouragement from other guys waiting in line, or lined up next to me on another Hole. Also, the bottom's sounds of satisfaction, or other bottoms taking loads nearby; i.e. the 'music' of group breeding. I enjoy mentally replaying some of the particularly thrilling Holes I've fucked. I enjoy when other guys shoot their loads onto my Cock while I'm still rutting in a Hole. While it doesn't happen often, when another guy is felching cumdump's Holes close by, and then snowballs the loads to another guy, that'll do it every time, particularly if it's me ... Probably the most important 'one thing' though, is a really intense 'connection' with the other guy. When I know that I'm not just Breeding his ass, but also his mind, his soul, his innermost needs, it's always the most satisfying for me too.

IX. Tradecraft Here we turn to a lighter note, a heartwarming story of romance between a Daddy and his Boy. A perfect love flowed from the kindly older man, pulsing through his cock into the strapping young fellow – overflowing his heart and transforming his body forever. But let us begin at the beginning. An athletic son of academics, the young man yearned for a more robust and manly life than that of his effete and bookish father. More than anything he loved to work with his hands, and he was naturally drawn to gathering places of men – where honest labor and pride of craftsmanship are prized values. Thus the lad was overjoyed to find an after-school job at the local hardware store. The men who worked at the store treated him with trust and respect. He proudly wore the staff apron, with its pockets for tools, pens and measuring tapes, and applied himself in learning the business. Soon he was advising customers on tools and tradecrafts with an expertise beyond his years. His youthful confidence and pleasing dexterity did not escape the notice of a frequent customer, the Brother Groundskeeper, for whom the hardware store was also a place of pilgrimage. He knew its aisles almost as well as he did the gardens and hedgerows of the Brotherhood’s Estate, and whiled away happy hours admiring the finely machined tools and precision equipment. One day he waylaid the young employee and asked for help finding a few items -- though he knew full well where they were kept. Each request took the two farther into the back reaches of the store until, by inquiring about hoists and winches, the Brother maneuvered the lad into a corner by the men’s restroom. As the young man started to explain one of the devices, hefting it in his hand, the older man’s hand brushed lightly across it, stopping as his broad, callused palm covered the boy’s slender fingers. Their eyes met and froze. The Brother broke his gaze and looked toward the washroom. “I need your help in here for a moment.” Taking the winch from the boy’s hands and laying it back on the shelf, he noticed the rising mound in the lad’s staff apron, lifted by a tool more beautifully honed than the pliers and screwdrivers tucked in its pockets. The boy, entranced, nodded and wordlessly followed the Brother into the lavatory. It was the first time he had touched another man in such a way, but somehow his body knew what to do. Falling to his knees, he freed the Brother’s cock, stroking with naturally gifted hands its magnificent crown, its trunklike shaft with veins like buttresses, and its lightly silvered bush. He bestowed on it the same reverent admiration as he would on a fine tool from the store’s wares. Soon the Brother was primed to impart a more advanced lesson in the manly arts, and with a kind but firm grasp he pulled the boy to his feet and turned him against the sink, fixing his eyes in the mirror with a powerful, hypnotic stare. Reaching under the apron, he deftly unfastened the boy’s belt, opened his own shirt and pants and, gently caressing the young man’s bulging briefs, pulled his jeans to his ankles. The Groundskeeper spat on his fingers and expertly prepared the untouched hole for its introduction to adult pleasures. Freeing the young cock that desperately strained at its cotton bonds, he stroked it, drawing the boy’s attention to the ecstasy of his touch and distracting him from the inevitable pain he must endure in this moment of discovery. The Groundskeeper eased himself, unrelentingly but compassionately, between the round, youthful buttocks and into the tight, quivering hole, holding the boy’s waist against his impulse to draw away. By fractions of an inch like those inscribed on a measuring tape, his thickly veined cock found its home. Pain and indescribable pleasure coursed like an electrical charge through the young man’s body and he let out a cry – muffled by his mentor, who had preemptively placed a thick hand over the rosy lips. Both watched their images, shuddering with piston thrusts, in the mirror, the boy’s head leaning back and nestling in the older man’s sheltering arms. The young cock lurched and bounced to the relentless rhythm, beginning to ooze in response to the unfamiliar bliss. The man removed his hand from the boy’s mouth and began gently to caress his balls, teasing him ever closer to orgasm. He slid his fingers up the boy’s ten-inch shaft (which of late had grown into the object of locker-room envy and his own youthful astonishment) and began circling the velvety magenta of the cockhead, glazing it with a delicate coating of its own oozing precum. The stimulation was more than the young body could stand. Taut muscles tensed, bright eyes and plump lips stretched wide in surprise, and with a convulsion like he had never experienced, the boy machine-gunned out a bounty that smeared the mirror from top to bottom. He was still transfixed in wonder when the man’s own thrusts took on a final urgency, delivering a load that, though injected inside him rather than spattered in full view, was surely just as copious as his own. They stood for many minutes in a post-coital embrace, the lad turning his face to claim a long and urgent kiss. The Brother held still and the boy could almost feel inside himself the gentle heartbeats that throbbed in the older man’s cock, as it withdrew slowly and sensuously from the oozing hole. Turning to face him, the youth admired the hard and thickly haired chest, then cast his eyes downward to assess the manhood that had just penetrated him. For the first time he noticed the boldly inscribed tattoo on the left of the man’s abdomen. The Brother caught the inquisitive gaze and, pulling the boy's face up to meet his own eyes, whispered, “A badge of manhood that you shall earn yourself one day.” The man dressed himself and, with a firm and affectionate grasp of the boy’s shoulder, left him alone in wordless awe. Mindful that “one day” might be sooner rather than later, the Brother thought to check back on the boy in the weeks to come. Sure enough, stopping by the store, he was told that the young employee had called in sick for more than a week. He smiled and shook his head fondly, remembering that in his prime his viral load had been mighty, and was glad to be reassured that his golden years were still blessed with that same potency. “Pozzed on his first fuck,” other junior Brothers would affectionately tease the young man in years to come, and he would blush, secretly proud. But of course it took some time, at first, to understand how truly blessed he was. There was shock at his life’s sudden new turn, tears, and rage – but those dissolved in due time. Seeing the kindly face of the Groundskeeper once more was enough to melt some of the anger. The affection between them was real, and soon they became lovers, bonded as they were already by the Strain. The boy was apprenticed to his Poz Father as an assistant groundskeeper, learning to plow, plant and tend the gardens – as well as joining his mentor to spread another kind of Seed. (Together they reaped a bountiful harvest of fresh college boys, for the muscular May-September pair proved a powerful lure for the young and horny.) In due time the Apprentice was admitted to the Chapter – among the younger Initiates in its history. His entry to the Brotherhood was, as tradition requires, sealed with a ritual infusion of semen by the gathered Brothers one night in the Chapter Hall. But this was a mere formality, for the offspring of his Father/Lover was already living within him, conceived on that confusing but exhilarating day of sexual awakening. Only the Dark Lord knows how many meaningless loads have spattered the stalls of public toilets, truck stops and park benches throughout history. Surely our sacred Seed, it its relentless determination to propagate, charged from man to man in many such encounters. Yet none could compare to the beauty of those furtive moments in a dingy hardware store men's room. Father and Son joined in an eternal bond – a boy's virginity taken and manhood granted in a single explosion of viral love.

Years ago I hooked up with a guy that took me into his shower to fuck me. Right after penetrating me, I started feeling pressure building up and warmth inside me, and realized he was pissing in me. After filling me with piss, he proceeded to fuck me. The sloppy sounds, piss running down my legs and squirting out of me with every thrust, was crazy hot. I felt like a filthy slut, and loved it. Often fantasize about finding another guy to use me like that again.

Oh fuck! I connected with a guy the night he got out of prison. He’d been gone seven years. I didn’t realise until we took our first break and were setting up second shots that he just got out; that man was a beast in bed.

When you're wanking/jerking, what thought /memory is guaranteed to make you cum? For me, I think of a couple of situations. Firstly, late last year I was in the darkroom at the sauna, fairly late in the afternoon. When I walked in it was empty, but I figured I'd bend over and wait anyway. It wasn't long before a guy walked in and started feeling my arse. Next thing I knew he was easing his raw cock inside me. He was a seriously good fucker and I made it known I was loving every minute of it. With a soft Irish accent he asked me if he could cum in me. It was music to my ears and, sure enough, he unloaded deep inside my arse. It was a really big load and my hole felt great, when I ran my finger over it to check what it was like. A long time ago, I used to see a guy for a massage, pretty much on a monthly basis. A gay guy, but they were always very much above board and really good. There was one day though, having massaged me for a while, he went over to close the blinds. Much to my surprise he stripped off, revealing a fucking massive hard on. One thing led to another and he got me on my back on the table, lifted my legs up, then ended up easing his raw cock inside me. Even now, I'm rock hard thinking about it. When I'm wanking, if I think of either of those occasions (not to mention a few others), I always cum bucket loads.

starts out fucking, switches to oral and ends with a cum shower... but the chemistry is palpable https://thisvid.com/videos/hook-up-in-a-book-store-go-into-a-booth-fuck-big-time/

Fucking great dude.

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So Hot! More please!!

Tenth day (19 March) Next day I tried to see about DC as much as I could. At the end of the day I was horny and ready to explore the Crew Club - more deeply. I arrived at around 9 pm, rented a room and occupied it soon. I started to scroll through sniffies, of course, I posted that I was waiting anybody in my room. Checking the profiles made me horny, so I decided to show my hardon around. I started to cruise and saw a couple of open rooms with guys who were stroking their cocks or stayed on their fourth offering their hole. I stopped at a good looking bear with fat round hairy ass. I started to stare at him, he looked back right in my eyes. I stepped in, went onto my knees and started to eat his ass. Some people stopped at the door and watched us jerking. I stood up and shoved my cock in. The bear moaned and I started to fuck him. I was starting him for a while but I didn’t want to cum yet. I stepped out when extremely loud noise made me curious. Close to this room two guys were spit roasting a third one. The fucker was a long dick guy, the guy who made his cock sucked was a very toned one. Not much later they changed the position and the muscular started to fuck the bottom. The big dick guy shoved his dick into the top’s ass. It hardly worked because of the size difference. So, the muscled guy stopped fucking, stepped a bit right and the two “tops” continued the fuck letting the bottom’s hole empty. I didn’t waste my time, went closer and filled the gap. I realised that the hole was well-used and full of cums. We were fucking standing side by side. When the top came moaning very loudly I couldn’t stop and came also. I continued my cruising. I stopped at rooms a couple of times for some ass licking, cock sucking. After that I went to explore the dark room and the steam. The dark room was crowded and offered opportunities for some cock sucking on both sides. The steam was the same. My following couple of hours were full of short suckings and I fucked some guys shortly. Although I was eager for being bottom I was rather top. Since it was a busy night and it happened weeks ago, I can’t write everything very detailed. However, there were three memorable events. One of them happened in the steam. It was semi dark but I could realise that a guy was fucked. The top came and left the bottom in his position, benting over the wall. I started to lick out the cum of his hole. Then the lights turned on and everyone could see me eating this cummy hole. I stood up, a gorgeous black guy stepped closer to kiss me, grabbed my cock and positioned it to the hole. I started to fuck the guy very intensely while we were continuously kissing. After a while I felt I was close and soon deposited my second load in him. Then the bottom turned back we continued to kiss three together. Then we went down to suck this beautiful black tool. After a while the bottom turned back and then I positioned the black cock inside. Another adventure happened in a room. I went cruising when I saw a guy. He was visibly high and eager for cock. At least I guessed he wanted to be fucked but he wanted something bigger. After I was fucking his loose hole for a while I pushed my fist instead of my cock. OMG it was amazing. And as I pulled my fist out, his rosebud came automatically out too but went back immediately. Pushed it - I ordered him and he did and kept it, so I could lick his rosebud. He pushed out it again and started to piss. Do it again - told him and I got his cock in my mouth to drink his piss. After that, I fistfucked him and asked him to show his rosebud again. Then I fucked his rosebud. We played like this for a while when he needed some break. I said I was close to coming. Okay, then paint my rosebud before leaving - he replied. I tugged some on my cock, he pushed out his rosebud. Then I sprayed my jizz onto his beautiful red piece. After adventures in the dark room and the steam, I went back to my cabin and checked sniffies asking for being fucked. A black guy texted me that he wanted to unload his cum in a white older hole. I invited him and since he also was in the club he knocked on the door in minutes and I started to suck his gorgeous beautiful beast soon. After an intense throat fuck he ordered me on my back. “I want to see your face when I go in”. He wasn’t gentle. He wanted me to feel the pure pain. But it was pleasure too. He was fucking me for a while when he turned me back to continue it in doggy. He was still merciless and fucked me hard. He did this until he shot a couple of doses in me. Then he pulled it out. Clean it he ordered. I licked it fully then he dropped a thanks to me and left. It was almost 2 am, and I was dead tired so I also left soon.

When I'm balls deep in Drew's arse or inside any other young man and he begs "seed me Daddy" or "cum in my hole Daddy" Being called "Daddy" triggers me to start pumping my load.

Ed Hunter

His babies swin in your DNA forever anyway,

I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be suprised if he just straight up quit - tons of people were stealing his content and he did say that it takes a lot of time to make these vids and that piracy really affects him. From his twitter: I really hope he didn't quit - fucking loved his work.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

Chapter 13 I woke up being sprayed with cold water. Someone hose me down thoroughly but with cold water. I'm wearing a mask with a mouth cutout bc I could feel the water on my tongue. I stuck my tongue out bc I'm so thirsty and the water felt so nice going down my throat. I'm still pretty out of it, but the next thing I know, I was brought to a room and had my arms and legs bound tightly again. My mask was removed, but before I could adjust to the bright light, I had a mask put on my head. Or so I thought. It was actually a VR headset bc my mouth and nose aren't covered. I was shown a video In the middle of a warehouse room was me. Strapped to a fuck bench. I was awake, but somehow I have no memory of it. The fuck bench was on a spinning platform so guys all around me could spin me around like a dessert served on a lazy Susan and take their turn on me. Everyone else had a hood one and all different body types. I sounded like I was under a spell or something. Whenever I'm stopped after being spun around, I always said “please fuck my hole and breed me Daddy”. There were always exactly two guys using me at once. One ruthlessly fuck my face. I had a mouth gag with a hollow opening, so even when I was gagged, the dude who fucked my mouth just kept going. The other guy mercilessly pounds my hole. Some have a biohazard tattoo around their belly button. The pair are done after one cum in my mouth and the other in my hole then I was spun around for the next two to use me. After 12 consecutive rounds. I looked exhausted and wasn’t moving. A butt plug was pushed into my ass, and I was left on the table alone. It looked like I passed out, or maybe that's all I could really do at the time being tied up. The film was edited, so I have no idea how long I was left on the bench. The next scene was me surrounded by four hooded muscle daddies. The one playing with my hole showed the camera a big piece of crystal before he crushed it up the inserted it all in my hole in 3 batches. 1 batch, just lube and finger. 2nd batch was just straight up all over his finger, but he must be teasing my prostate bc I had a huge reaction but was ordered not to stop stroking the dicks in my hands and not to stop sucking the dick in my mouth. So I moaned loudly while continuing to do those things as best I could. The 3rd batch was inserted with a decent-sized dildo. It was powdered and pressed against my hole at first while one of the daddies put a Long rubber hose up my nose. I could see that I took several deep breaths, and each time, more of the dildo made its way into me. They left it in me for some time, occasionally hitting the base of it. Finally, one of them pulled it out and shoved his even bigger dick all the way in and pounded me hard. My legs were held back by another daddy, so I was defenseless. Based on my facial expression…I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure that I felt. The four of them took turns on me; each fucked me multiple times until all 4 ordered me to open my mouth and all cum in my mouth together. The video was shut off. The vr mask was taken off of me, and super bright light was shone in my eyes so I couldn't see anything before another mask was placed over my head. Then I felt someone touching my balls was putting them on a ball stretcher because I can feel that now. “Hello?? Who are you?? Where am I?” no one answered. “Heeeeeeyy. Can you hear me?” I shouted again, no one answered, but i could feel a pair of hands rubbing something cold all over my arms and then chest. The hands lingered around my nipples. My nipples, without a doubt, are hard bc I could feel someone flicking them, pinching them. It’s as if they were examining my body. The pair of hands rub up and down my legs, then start applying pressure to my inner things and work their way up to me slowly. I felt both hands rubbing my stretched balls then all the sudden, I felt my balls being pulled downward by a constant force. It doesn’t hurt…yet, but the weight was not ignorable. I felt a finger sliding into my hole, most definitely with Tina because I remember that burn all too well. “Ohhhh my god,” I was given a strong one. My hole felt like it was on fire, and I could smell poppers being pumped into my mask. My mind is gradually slipping away. The darkness closed in on me. Those fingers sliding in and out of me became my source of pleasure, but the effect of the shard in my ass kicked in quickly. Within minutes, I don’t even know if I’m being fingered bc my ass craves for something bigger. Something that’ll make me feel full, but that never happened. Instead, I could feel a pair of lips on my dick. It felt amazing. I honestly felt like I could cum, but as soon as that thought crossed my mind, the blowjob is replaced by a painful slap. Then I could feel someone alternating, licking my nipples. Just when I just started to enjoy it, I felt two nipple clamps put on my nipples. The person would go back to the blowjob routine, then my nipples back and forth, kept me on the edge of ecstasy but never really satisfied. This went on for what felt like forever. I lost track of how many times I've been on the edge of cumming and had it taken away from me. Every time I kept hoping this time I'll be allowed to cum, but nope. Then, things started heading in a direction I didn't expect. I felt a shockwave coming through the nipple clamps. Not only that, the stuff rubbed all over me earlier was a conduit. I can feel the shock wave all throughout my body. The first time, it wasn't too bad, but the shock duration started to increase. The longest felt like a whole minute. After three times, I'm soaked in sweat. I hated the feeling, but my dick told a different story. It was rock hard after I was shocked, but not for long. My masked was filled with stronger poppers and smoke then i felt a ring or something was put on my dick. Then, I was shocked once more. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” I legitimately screamed from the pain for the whole 20-second or so duration. I was put on a schedule because, after a certain duration, I was shocked again. I screamed out loud every time, but my voice was mostly contained within the mask. It didn't travel far. It couldn't. I was left with that for a long time. Shocked at least 20+ times. When it finally stopped, I nearly lost my voice. My face was covered in tears. I was slowly unbound from all the restraints and the shock wires. Whoever did this to me started stroking my cock, and somehow I got hard right away. But I was completely out of it. Finally, the mask was taken off me, and I was untied, but then I heard a loud snap I felt like I was trapped in my own mind. I couldn't see what was going on yet I was aware of what my body was doing. I heard a familiar voice that told me, “Come suck Daddy's cock before I let you go bc your actual daddy is on his way to trade places with you. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. You did well. Let me reward you with my cum before you go.” Like a hypnotized obedient boy, I climbed on top of the person in a 69 position so he could eat my ass. I was deep-throating him. I could not tell my own body to stop. The top put 4 fingers into me, then decided to show me mercy and order me to raise up my ass to him in a missionary position. His dick plunged into my hole, which gave no resistance. It's like I'm finally given a cure for the itch in my ass. The hard cock thrust into me was a great blessing. I started moaning. I was really enjoying it. The top started pounding hard and tensing up and started kissing me until I felt his seed spread all in my hole. I cum with his hands-free. I felt like a servant who finally, after all the hard work, got rewarded by my master I was so happy. Without thinking, I said “Thank you daddy”. The man said, “I think we installed the trigger in you well. You are just one snap away from being an obedient fuck boy. It took over a day to brainwash you but well worth it. I’ll see you around, boy” Then, I was ordered to be taken away by two men. As I was taken away, I heard the door open. It was Dad wearing nothing but a jock. His muscular body looked amazing. I haven't seen him naked like that ever. He didn't once look at me, and I was too out of it to make out any words. I was worried. Does he know what I've been through? And he's going to take my place? Does he know he's the real target? I was already escorted out of the room before I could mumble a word of my mouth. The next thing I knew I saw Uncle Jerry give me a hug and tell me to go home with the boys (Keith, Marc, and Henrique) and tell me not to worry. He and Dad will meet up with me soon. The men who carried me out now walking on either side of Uncle Jerry who had his arms cuffed behind him and being escorted in the building. Back in the room. “Henry Winston. Here to save your son, I see. What a great father you are,” Zachariah said “I’ve been after you for a long time. When I saw Ben at Jerry’s, I thought I could lure you out to me through him. Just as I expected….here you are. Come on over and get on all fours right here. Let me take a good look at your body” Zachariah had on a thin rope sitting on the edge of the bed. His dick and balls can be seen when Henry got on his hands and knees. Zachariah caught that and said, “don’t worry. You will get plenty of my dick and balls before you leave here. Let me take a look at this famous body of yours,” Zachariah said. Henry looked at him with anger but didn’t say a word. Zachariah ran his hand through Henry’s chest and abs, feeling his defined muscle, and cupped Henry’s limp dick and said “If you are anything like your son, it won’t be hard to get this hard whether you like it or not, but before you get hard, what do you say we put this on now” Zachariah put a cock cage around Henry’s dick. Then he saw Henry’s hole “oh man……what a hole” He wetted his index and middle fingers with his mouth and attempted to finger Henry, but they wouldn’t go in easily. “Wow…and it is tight. I wonder if you will scream louder than Ben did earlier when I break into this tight hole.” Then Zachariah got down to rim Henry’s hole. Henry, despite hating every second of being in the room with Zachariah, couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation coming from his ass. He started breathing heavily and moaned in a low voice. “Oh yeah…. Daddy likes this, don’t you? Like I said, it doesn’t take you Winston much to get hard,” Zachariah stroking Henry’s cock while applying lube onto his own dick just so he could surprise Henry with one unexpected hard thrust all the way into his hole. It did catch Henry off guard, but luckily Henry saw a poppers on the bed and was sniffing it right before Zachariah rammed his dick in. Henry held everything in, and refused to let out a sound to satisfy Zachariah until Zachariah started twirling his dick in a circular motion in his hole and reaching for his nipples and pinching them. Zachariah whispered into Henry’s ear, “Come on…..moan and let me hear you enjoy this.” “Ohhhhh” Henry couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a light moan but Zachariah’s phone got a text and interrupted them. Zach looked at his phone, then pulled his dick out of Henry’s ass and rimmed his ass once more before walking to the front of Henry and sat back down on the edge of the bed and said “Sounds like I get to play with all the Winston boys tonight. Come suck my dick Henry” Henry moved forward to suck on Zachariah’s dick. Jerry got escorted in just a jock as well by the two officers. Zachariah said, “Dylan and Josh. Why don’t you guys get undressed too and have a taste of these two famous brothers? Use whichever one you like better. Teach them to get to know your dick without even looking at them” Dylan and Josh both are a muscle stud. Dylan has pale skin, red hair, 6’2 and weight about 190lbs. Tone and with a boyish face. Josh has dark hair, 6’2, weight about 200lbs Italian heritage with a pair of nipples that are always hard. Both of them have short buzz-cut hair. The two officers locked the deadbolt of the door, threw Jerry forward and stripped away their uniform unrevealing two 9.5in hard cock pointing straight up, pressed against their belly button. “Bring Jerry up here and let’s cuff him to the bed frame” Dylan grabbed Jerry with him while Josh walked on the opposite side of the bed ready to assist Dylan. Two of them cuffed the handcutt to the bed first while Zachariah was enjoying the sight of Henry submitting and sucking his dick. Then, unexpectedly, Zachariah was pulled backward by Dylan and Josh and forcefully cuffed into the handcuffs. “Hey….what are you guys doing?” Zachariah started to panic, but Jerry took off his jock and shoved it into Zachariah’s mouth Henry stood up and said “Oh Zach. Everything was just going perfectly, wasn’t it? First off….thank you for installing a hypnotic trigger in Ben. I’ve heard that you are one of the best at doing that and I have my reasons that I want Ben to be 100% obedient. I can’t wait to try it out when I get home. Second of all. Dylan and Josh are not your men. From what I’ve heard, they loved my boy Henrique’s tight hole and have made my top boy into a cock craving bottom. Not only they are two well-trained holes for Jerry and I on the DL. After tonight, they can have any of my boys at their service whenever they need one and no longer need to follow our orders unless they choose to willingly.” Henry looked at Dylan and Josh and waited for them to respond. Both of them said “Our ass is yours forever sir. It’d be our pleasure to let you breed us”. Henry smiled and said to Zachariah “So I guess I outbid you” Zachariah looks at everyone around him with panic and anger in his eyes. Henry sat down on a loveseat and said “Let me take some time to catch up on what you’ve done with my son” Dylan walked over to Henry to unlock Henry’s cock cage and threw it to Josh to put it on Zachariah. Dylan then got on all fours, making sure his back was flat and no higher than the chair so Henry could rest his legs on him comfortably. He raised up his head right between Henry’s legs and asked “May I, sir?” “Yes, you certainly may, boy,” Henry said then Dylan started servicing Henry’s dick and balls with his mouth. He first slow lick Henry’s balls and thighs then put Henry's head in his mouth and rubbing his tongue on it. Once Henry is hard, he licked every part of the shaft up and down before swallowing Henry's head again while lightly play with Henry's balls. Jerry handed Henry a bubble with a big shard to share with Dylan. Henry put on the VR headset to learn how Zachariah trained his son and all the triggers he could use when he got home. Before Henry put on the headset, he said, “Jerry and Josh. Prep that hole well for Dylan and I” “Yes, sir,” Jerry and Josh responded. “Let’s get him clean up. Here. Put this gag in his mouth” Jerry handed Josh the hallow mouth gag “Let’s take his fights away” Jerry poured two doses of g mixed with a little Gatorade and ordered Josh to shove his dick in Zachariah’s mouth to keep his throat open, then slowly dripped the gatorade into Zach's throat and made sure every drop was swallowed Jerry applied hair remover all over Zach's body, butt crack, thighs, and legs then 3-4 min later carried him into the bathroom and returned with a clean Zachariah that could barely stand up on his own. Jerry had already shoved a butt plug into Zach's butt “We can keep his hands cuffed. Might as well cuff his ankle up with his wrist, too I .got something for him.” Zachariah is spun and could barely tell which direction he was facing. Jerry turned on a massage gun and pressed it up against Zach's butt plug and got Zach moaning loudly and his head thrown back. The muscle of his virgin hole contrasting rapidly “Relax that hole Zach. Oh, and don't forget to smile for the camera. Some of the high-ranked officers have paid big dollars for your show tonight.” “Sir. This is ready.” Josh showed a highly concentrated booty bump to Jerry “Let's not keep officer Zach waiting” Jerry said pull the plug out of Zach's ass. Got down and gave his hole a good lick “look at that hole. Still pink. We'll make sure to take the pink away by the time we're done with you. Josh got on the bed hovering over Zach's face and start fucking Zach’s throat. Zach was gagged every time Josh thrust forward. Jerry stick the syringe in Zach's ass and slowly push the toxic juice in him. When he looked up, he couldn't resist Josh's hole winking at him. He leaned forward and bit Josh’s butt cheek light. Josh stop thrusting, open up his hole for Jerry, allowing Jerry's tongue penetrate his hole as deep as he could while his dick was still in Zach's mouth. Jerry finished pushing the booty bump in but intentionally left the syringe in there, climbing up on the bed, pulling Josh by his pelvis toward him “Oohhh sir. Oohhh. Yes,” Josh loved getting rimmed. It made him so horny that his precum leaking into Zach's throat meanwhile Zach started moaning on his own bc he's not familiar with this undeniable urge coming from his ass. But his dick couldn't get hard bc of the cage. Jerry got up and attached the electric circular ring on Zach's cock that he used on Ben earlier and turned it on. Zach started screaming. Jerry thought he was waay too loud and ordered Josh to put the hazmat mask over his head then Josh turned around laying on Zach's chest, presenting his hole to Jerry. Jerry lube up his dick and then slap lube on Josh's hole with his index and middle finger. Josh reaches down to spread his cheeks open for Jerry even more. Jerry started stroking Josh's dick nice and slow with his left hand while sliding two fingers in and out of Josh's hole making sure that it'll stay nice and wet when he push his dick in him then Jerry said ‘Good boy. Here's what you've earned”. Jerry pressed his mushroom head on Josh's hole and watching Josh's hole open up willingly and sucking his dick in. Warm and soft wet hole made him lean forward to make out with Josh. He started fucking Josh on top of Zachariah who screams for a minute straight every other minute. Jerry and Josh were so focused on each other. They didn't even hear Zach anymore. Although not quite a virgin, Josh still isn't quite used to the reach of Jerry's dick. It touches places in him that no one else could. He couldn't help to stop making out with Jerry a few times and let out high pitch moans. Jerry suddenly switching to fucking Josh as fast as he could caught Josh by surprise and a load shotted up almost touching the ceiling. “Fuck….I didn't mean to cum” Josh said “That was hot. Do you need a break? If not, time to stretch his hole,” Jerry pointed at Zach. Zach's screaming isnt as loud but his body still visibly tensed up when shocked. He is covered in sweat. Josh needed to take a minute “Why don't you go switch with Dylan” Jerry said so Josh assumed Dylan's position in between Henry's legs, making sure his dick is well taken care of. He has been watching what Zach did to Ben. Josh isn't sure if Dylan's blowjob has been keeping him hard or it's whatever he's watching Dylan walk over to the bed watching Jerry using Zach's precum and Josh's cum to lube up a sounding rod. He asked Dylan to stop the timer and took the ring off Zach's dick. Jerry asked “do you want to be the first to open up his virgin hole?” “Hell yeah….” Dylan buried his face in Zach's ass started rimming it aggressively. Zach started to moan but not for long because Jerry covered his mouth and face with a poopers soaked rag. Not that he could see anything out of the mask on his head but he doesn't do poppers often so sniffing it hard made his vision go completely dark for 20-30 ssconds. Jerry then took off the tag and teased Zach by only letting his dick touch Zach's lips. Zach was so horny, and he tried to catch Jerry’s dick with his mouth. Dylan lubed up his fingers and push a couple of them in “Oohhh…I can't, “ Zach said. Indeed, Dylan's fingers didn't make it very far “Damn….this might be the tightest hole I've ever seen” “Keep at it” Jerry said and walked away then came back with a syringe. Zach looked at Needle with fear in his eyes and was shaking his head, begging Jerry not to “Ha. Out of all the times when you messed with me. How many times have you heard me beg you not to do what you did? ZERO. So man up” Tear ran down Zach's face as Jerry pump in a slam in his arm. However, tear on his face quickly was replaced with heavy breathing, panting and coughing. Dylan ceased the opportunity got, both fingers in, and started thrusting in and out of Zach's hole. “Uhhoh ohh my god……oh my god,” Zach was moaning out loud. Seeing that Zach was finally enjoying it. Dylan drizzle on more lube on Zach's hole as he started adding one more finger in Zach's hole. Jerry is on his knees next to Zach, letting him suck his dick. He thought he was gonna have to face fuck Zach, but Zach willingly put Jerry's cock in his mouth. “You like how your hole feels now, don't you?” Jerry asked “Mmmmhmmm” Zach noded his head without letting go Jerry's dick but when Dylan started trying to put his cock in Zach. Zach couldn't help but to moan out loud. Jerry grabbed Zach's head this time and shoved his dick in his throat. “Hmmm mmmmmm mmmm AAaahhhh” Dylan’s dick somehow was all the way in Zach already. “I think this whore is ready sir. Dylan said while Dylan held his stiff hard dick in Zach's hole. He didn't start pumping in and out of the hole just yet. He's trying to get Zach get comfortable being filled first, but he was moving in a circular motion. The feeling is nothing like Zach has ever felt before. Dylan pulled his dick out and applied more lube then he grab onto Zach's ties up arms and started pounding Zach's ass. Jerry pull his dick out of Zach's mouth and slide himself under Zach. His hand reached from behind Zach and covered his mouth and nose tightly with a popper rag. The rush plus popper. Zach let himself loose and moaned loudly under the rag jerry’s holding. Zach didn't care bc he was enjoying the pleasure that came from Dylan's every thrust into his hole. But then Dylan started slowing down. Zach didn't think Dylan had cum so he was wondering why until Jerry's head contacted his hole. He didn't think he could take two dicks at once so he started moving his body trying to avoid it. From behind him, Jerry threw a hard punch right to Zach's stomach made him whimpered and stop wiggling. Jerry whisperer into Zach's ear “Take our cocks then I consider freeing yours. I bet you wish you could stroke your cock, don't you” Jerry said Zach didn't have a choice anyway. Dylan still has half of his dick in Zach. His right hand is guiding Jerry’s monster cock into Zach's hole, which was lubed up nicely thanks to Dylan. Following Dylan's hand, Jerry's dick found Zach's hole and slowly inching its way in. It head made it in but Zach's spincter wouldn't let loose. Jerry signal Dylan to uncage Zach's dick, which has been growing to as big as it was allowed to in the cage then put the rag over Zach's mouth and nose once more. Licked Zach's ear in and out and whispered “Take a deep breath with me. You can do it,” Jerry Said Zach had some tear and sweat both running down on his face. Nervous but followed Jerry's instruction “Deep breath. Focus on my count to 5 and control your breathing evenly. 1…2…3...4…5. Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can let go,” said Jerry. Zach had his eyes closed and followed Jerry's instructions exactly 3 times. Jerry has had plenty of experience getting anyone who is hesitant about taking his dick to relax and working his monster dick all the way in. Many guys would tell him “that's not gonna fit in me” when they see how big his dick is. He usually just smile and say we'll see. He knows that it is all about channeling bottom's attention away from what he's doing and wait patiently because spincter muscle at most can only maintain resistant no more than 60 second, usually less than that. After the muscle involuntary let loose that's when the “hungry hole” effect happens. Because for just few seconds the muscle can't hold the tension anymore so his lube up dick that's been pressed up tightly again the hole doesn't need to push much. The hole will do the work and let him in. He loves watching that moment when the bottom realizes their hole is getting penetrated by his big dick and there's nothing they can do to stop it. Repeat the same process once more will get him all the way in for most bottoms. Some it takes a few more repetitions but patience has never failed him and the reward is him owning that hole in the end. Even the most inexperienced bottom will forget all about how big his dick is. All they will remember was how good it is to be fucked by him. He knew some of these before, but Henry taught him quite a bit. 2nd run-through of the breathing exercises with Zach. He has push his dick in Zach's ass tightly in a hole with Dylan's huge dick. Zach has never felt anything like this. This is not at all what he thought would happen tonight. He had planned on fucking some nice asses. Not once did he think he'd be the pussy for everyone to fuck. Zach is so focus on the two huge dicks in him and didn't even realize his dick has been freed and is hard as it can be. Dylan stay put and let Jerry take the driver seat and wrecking Zach's virgin hole while he stroke Zach's dick. Jerry holding Zach tightly with one hand grabbing his face with the popper rag while the other is holding on to him at chest level with pinching his nipples. With his feet on the ground, he started slow fucking Zach's hole. He leaned forward and started sucking on Zach's neck. Zach's eyes are closed but was moaning uncontrollably. Dylan was also moaning bc he has never shared a hole with a cock bigger then his. “Oh maaan. This hole feels so good. I think I'm getting close…’ Dylan Said Then he felt someone from behind forced him to move his feet outward, widening his stance and push him to lean towards toward Zach. He felt a rock-hard dick sliding up and down his butt crack. He eagerly push open his hole for that dick. Henry likes to take his time . He let his head slide into Dylan's hole a little, then slide right back out. He did it a few more times. Each time he stay in his hole just a little longer. Finally, Dylan reach back and pull his cheeks apart so Henry granted him what he wanted. In one push his dick went all the way in then he slide right back in as deep as he could. He grabbed Dylan's arms and held them together so they can't try to crushion him away from pounding him. Next thing he knew. Henry is pounding him from behind while he's double fucking Zach with Jerry. Henry is hitting Dylan's prostate every single time. Dylan could barely hold himself together, being stimulated both front and back. Josh holding a camera recording from the ground up. The camera had a clear view of the three dicks fucking the two holes “Oh my god I'm gonna cum’ Dylan said “Fuck…me too. This hole is tight, “ said Jerry Both men let out a long, satisfying yell and flooded Zach's hole. Zach could feel the cum splashed in him. He felt accomplished. Jerry slowly pull his dick out and then Dylan. For a few seconds, his hole felt empty but it didn't stay that way for long because Josh replaced Dylan and Jerry, shoved his dick all the way in and pounding Zach's ass with a fast pace right away while leaning forward to suck on the tips of Zach's dick. He honed in and started fucking even harder as soon as he found Zach's prostate. Zach moaning with his mouth open looking at Josh. Josh decided to backhand Zach's face just because he can “You love this, don't you? Shoot your load with me. I know you are close.” “Yes…ahh…Ahhhh,” Josh and Zach cum at the same time. Zach had his first full-body orgasm. Cum kept rushing out for a good 30 seconds straight. It covered his entire trimmed pube. Josh scooped up Zach's cum with his hands and move his hand over Zach's face and let the cum run down his hands into Zach's mouth. He then stuck his hand out to Zach for him to lick it clean. Zach was still spun and tied up. He had thought Henry and Jerry were going to use him more because this is nothing compare to what he has done to Jerry but the two of them are fully dressed and are heading out already. “Where are they going? I thought they would have kept me here all night,” Zach asked Josh is setting up a fuck bench said “any other time they probably would have. I thought Jerry was going to take his revenge on you, to be honest, but tonight you are just a fluffer. They have a reunion to attend if you didn't fuck Ben up too badly” “Untie me,” Zach said sti,ll not quite back to his normal self. his arrogance sure is returning to him Dylan walk back in the room with three slams and said “No dickhead. You aren't done yet. Few more people from our station have been wanting to fuck the shit out of you because your attitude is quite aggravating. Once a month, you'll make sure you bring your ass back here. You're just a cumdump for all of us now. If you don't, the recording may just ruin your life and career so probably best if you do as told. Are you ready for round 2” Dylan didn't wait for Zach's response and put the needle in his arm. Josh then blindfolded him and guided to the fuck bench and tied him down. Then there's a knock on the door. Sounded liked a lot of people showed up but Zach's had no clue how many. He couldn't see but he knows he is surrounded. ============================= Ben was taken to Henry's penthouse apartment by the boys. They were told to make sure he is okay until Henry and Jerry arrives. As Henry and Jerry walk toward their car. Jerry asked “you didn't want to fuck Zachariah? Not that you got to or anything, but I would have loved to see you rip his ass apart.” “Haha. Did you not rip his ass apart?” Henry asked “Yes and no. I wanted to, but I always knew he was lashing out bc he's a gay man who committed to a woman before he got to discover things himself, so I didn't quite abuse him like I thought I would,” Jerry said “So why didn't you?” “Any other night I would but tonight. I cannot wait to breed the hole I created. I'm probably gonna tell the boys to go to Marc’s or Jay and Aaron’s. But if you want, I'd like you to say. There's nothing hotter than fucking the boy I made with my hot younger brother. Zach helped us ensure that he can't resist certain commands. I'm very interested in testing them out. In the right mood, I just might bottom for you or Ben tonight,” Henry responded as he sped on the road, trying to get home ASAP “With that offer….I just might” Jerry pull out his dick and started stroking. He also reached over to Henry's crotch and let his dick out from his jeans zipper. Jerry absolutely loves Henry’s dick. He lean towards Henry and started sucking off every drop of Henry's precum and started sucking his dick. He honestly can't wait to play with his nephew and his brother either

Quick introduction : I m 47 bottom guy, I ve told a lot about some life changing experiences on this site but now I have to tell you another story that just happend and which has me wondering about myself. This monday, on some spanish dating app (Wapo), as I was traveling, I came accross the profile of a guy, nice body, great dick, avertising himself as straight but up to fucking some fag as his girlfriend is not into rough sex. He was quite agressive in his way of talking about gays and was looking for holes, nothing else. I had a feeling that some pictures looked familiar... We chatted a bit, he asked some photos. He liked my style and ass, the fact that I was obeying pleased him, too. I sent him a pic were my face appears partly, though not easily recognizable (I never do that). At some point, I lost interest cause he asked for money as he uses gays only to make some cash but that it'd be worth it as he'd fuck me good, he knows what slut daddies like me want, we re up to anyhthing blah blah blah... We went on chatting cause he was turning me on but I had already made my mind : I was mot paying. And that s when he wrote : looking at your picture again, you remind me of someone. D you have a clear facepic ? In a second, it hit me ! The pics that loomed familiar were from Facebook but with a blurred face ! It s a cousin of mine ! Daniel ! The stupidest guy in my family ! No job, no money, no education, nothing ! All he s done in his life are some bartending extras in some beach bars and laying the girls ! He is 37 and has 3 kids with 2 different girls but no money ! I was in schock ! I was totally turned on by this douche and affraid he would recongnize me. I had told him about the cage, me as a sissy, me as a cumslut,... everything in order to convince him I was the right choice for a superior straight guy like him to make ! And there is this photo were my face partly appears ! I stopped the chat. Since monday I only think of him ! Totally obsessed. What can happen ? Can he recognize me ? I d love that and I fear that at the same time ! Would I pay him ? Would he still fuck me ? I m totally lost... Anyone ever experienced some similar situation ?

I got you. I love them both-loud guttural grunts and annoucements, even the corny ones. I like eye contact. One guy bit me once and it really turned me on! I just like to know when I'm being loaded.

Fuck! Can you all please just line up and load me up? (You can go 2 at a time if you'd like)

If a top hurts me - so what. I love being cock sore, it reminds me of exactly what I am, holes to satisfy tops. Especially after being fucked six or eight times my cunt gets sore and puffy, I feel like that is just part of my job description.

Fucking perfect! Naked, hard, watching porn, a nice bead of precum at the tip, ready to be tasted or slicked-down as lube for a great jackoff session!

There's some enlightened self-interest in taking "small" dicks too! Every fuck is an opportunity to expand your horizons and I've had awesome fucks from smaller guys that were scorching hot, and tepid fucks from a bigger guys where the vibe dragged. Filtering out men by size robs you of the surprise brilliant fuck.

I bottom for guys with hard dicks.

Yes. As anyone who read my earlier posts I started real young. But first time I entered a Bath house was David's in Calgary. In my teens I had been hired as a waiter in the members club upstairs the Warehouse. After a lunchtime interview in the not yet open Warehouse nite club, I learned fast that the 2 owners were expecting to be fucking new ass as part of the hiring - one was sort of cute the other a troll but we drank a few drinks (did they put something in mine?) cut to - we went down to Davids and they took turns on my mouth ass mouth ass After they both came in me they were full Business men again - told me I could use David's for free as a waiter upstairs and off they went. Well I was a very experienced bottom (and about this time of life I realized I also could top and was just testing out my 8 cut inches so I spent the rest of that day and night fucking and taking any load I could find. I realized soon that 'letting Anyone breed me' paid off in that they came into the Warehouse and tipped me - knowing I would go down after the last call - and relieve them of their cum loads.

Part 3 As Drew and I both worked to get more of his young turgid meat into my straight married mouth I became aware of a tart taste on my tongue. Not an unpleasant taste at all. Something I wanted to taste more of – just like I wanted more of this sexy guy's pulsing cock sliding into my mouth and my throat. I moaned around my mouthful of cock as I tasted more of the fluid collecting on my tongue. Then it hit me....that was his precum! He was oozing it continually now and I hungered for more. I pulled my mouth off of his spit-shined hard cock and looked at his sweating smiling face. “Damn man your precum tastes so good! And there's so much of it,” I finished saying as I licked more of the juice from his wide piss slit. Drew was holding the pipe in one hand and a lighter in the other preparing to get us both higher and hornier. “It's all yours daddy. Every sweet drop of my precum is for you to swallow. And if you like how my precum tastes you're going to go fucking wild when you taste my cum.” With that he took a huge hit off the glass pipe keeping his dark eyes locked on mine. I didn't even flinch when he mentioned me tasting his cum. I automatically knew I was going to and I wanted to. With my eagerness heightened I wrapped my lips back around Drew's dripping cock taking it almost balls deep in one movement. “Oh fuck yeah Justin!”, Drew cried out as he exhaled another huge cloud. “Suck that dick man. Yeah stud suck my cock for me and work for that first load of cum. I wanna feed you every thick tasty drop daddy. Part of your boy inside you.” I growled around the meat filling my throat, now on a mission to get my boy to cum down my throat. I wouldn't stop until his nuts were empty. He had taken my spot on the couch and I was on the floor kneeling between his muscled spread legs. I licked and kissed the hair dusted balls holding the prize I now needed. Drew moaned and slid a little closer to the edge of the couch as I buried my face and tongue in the musky sweaty smell of his shaved crotch. I inhaled this man's scent digging deeper into the area where his thighs and balls joined. I heard Drew moaning and was proud that I was making this stud feel so good with my inexperienced mouth. I felt his strong hand running through my damp hair then ever so gently nudging me downward as I realized he was pulling his legs back more and giving me better access to his groin. “Lower, daddy” he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear him. But then, “Lick me and kiss me lower there daddy. Run your warm wet tongue across your boy's hole. It needs attention daddy. Please!” he begged as I felt more gentle pressure on the top of my head. Somehow or other this guy who was young enough to be my own son had me under his power and I wanted to please him. In the back of my mind I knew at least part of my readiness to surrender was the drugs we were smoking but this jock stud was in charge and we both knew that. I'd heard raunchy remarks over the years about eating ass but never thought about it. I enjoyed eating out my wife's pussy and making her cum from it but the thought of tasting her asshole never entered my mind. But now I was practically panting as I looked at the hairless clean puckered hole in front of me and silently obeyed Drew and lightly brushed my tongue across his boyhole. Drew immediately gasped and arched his back causing my tongue and lips to press harder against his taint as I instinctively started drilling into his succulent flesh. “Yes daddy! Oh fuck yessssssss! Eat that hole fucker! Eat it like you eat her pussy. Gawwddddddd that feels so good daddy! Eat my hole man! Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yeahhhhhh!!” I grabbed his trembling thighs to brace myself and went to town on his asshole. And like everything else he had shown me so far I had no idea where this hunger and craving were coming from. I was a very conservative almost kind of vanilla guy when it came to sex, but there was a fire lit in me and I wanted to let it burn. Drew was pushing his ass outward toward me as I dived deeper trying to taste his insides with my tongue. “Eat me you damn hot sexy fucker!”, Drew moaned. “Yeah daddy give in, don't hold back. Eat the fucking hell out of your boy's hole! Make me soaking wet so you can slide your hard married dick inside me and fuck me daddy! I want you to fuck me with your cock! Please!!” His words opened a door in my mind I never knew existed. Behind that door were things I had never consciously thought of or imagined. Things that all my life I was told were wrong and filthy and were only done by men whose minds were warped and per**rted. But hearing him beg me to fuck him made the lust I was feeling increase tenfold. Fuck him? He wants my dick in his ass?!! That's so dirty, so wrong. These thoughts were rushing through my mind in nanoseconds even as I drilled deeper into his delicious opening hole and felt his nuts bouncing on top of my head as he jacked himself. Yeah it's dirty and wrong but so damn hot, I told myself. I want to fuck him and give him my cum. Panting I raised my sweat and spit slicked face from his twitching hole, my eyes taking in the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his hard-as-rock dick, traveling over his ripped heaving abs, his hard stiff nips and finally meeting his gaze as he stared at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. “Aw fuck daddy! You ate me out so good. You liked eating my boyhole didn't you, daddy? Did you like how I taste?” “Daddy loved eating your hole boy! It was so warm and tasted fucking great! I couldn't get enough of it!” Drew grabbed the glass pipe and lighter and told me to sit next to him on the couch. I did and he had me take 3 big hits while he kept whispering in my ear how good my tongue had felt in him and how wet he was with my spit. He took my left hand and guided it down to his hole. “Here, daddy. Feel how wet you made me. So wet and relaxed and hungry for more”. I moaned against his neck as he adjusted slightly causing a finger to slide easily into his hole. “Mmmm yeah daddy finger my hole. Finger me and get my wetness all over your wedding ring. That looks so good doesn't it?” he asked in a seductive moan. I looked down and saw my ring finger sliding in and out of his wet hairless hole. I saw the wedding ring on that finger pressing against his flesh then withdraw only to repeat the move over again. My mind was screaming at me, telling me I was married, I was straight, I couldn't do this. But as if reading my mind Drew took hold of my throbbing shaft and began stroking it. “I need this in me Justin. I need your cock in me fucking me. Please daddy. Fuck me, fuck your boy. She doesn't need to know, does she?” (to be continued)

Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

I have to say, that getting wet and muddy in sports kit, trackies, waterproofs or work gear is a major turn on for me and something that I enjoy on a regular basis - though clearly this has been a solo experience for far too long with the current pandemic! I have also played with foodstuffs in lycra which was great fun, but I am looking forward to enjoying a gunge session with one or more other guys, and enjoying being the bttm for them using the gunge as lube... a nice thought that has sustained me through the last year+

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

Fuck, this is perfet. I need more of this story. And I need to meet that dealer.

In part because I have learned so much from bottoms on this site, clearly tops like myself have totally different mindsets from guys who bottom regularly. It might even be futile to try to decipher the sequencing of a top's thought patterns when his pulsating cock takes precedence over any rational thinking about "time it takes for the bottom to prepare". LOL. A horny top is being ruled by his stiff cock. Good luck trying to make sense of the inconsiderate top who is yearning for a hole for his manhood. Your time must now align with his time. Must. In a similar fashion many heterosexual men know that they will never fully understand how women think or just how women give meaning to everyday occurrences in life. Let's learn to accept each other. Try working through each other's quirks. That kind of awareness can put the fun back in the fuck session. And fun is what it's all about.

I had been my older brother's personal cock sucker for about 18 months and I loved how he used my throat for his pleasure. He never reciprocated, but that was fine with me; just to feel his masculine domination over me was reciprocal enough. The only suggestion for improvement in our sex life was I really wanted him to fuck me and pop my cherry with his 8" man meat. It didn't interest him, maybe because getting a blow job is something that can happen between guys, but ass fucking is definitely for faggots. Now I already knew that I was a faggot, so it seemed like a natural progression for me, but not for him. During the summer that I was 18 I was extremely horny. My brother had found himself a girlfriend which not only made me jealous, but also limited the number of times he wanted to rape my throat. It seemed just as I got started on my road to cock worship, it was all slowing down. I remember I was walking around downtown in my shorts and a t-shirt, feeling hot and horny, when all of a sudden I saw this gorgeous man. No, definitely not a boy, but a man in his late 30's or maybe 40. He was walking towards me and my heart started to pound in my chest and my 7" dick started to stiffen. He stared at me, first my face, blonde hair, blue eyes, then my torso, slim hips and finally he stared at my crotch. My cock throbbed and started to leak. This all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He stood about 6' tall, dark and hairy, with a solid manly build. He had brown hair and green eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow that turned me on like crazy.( I had just started shaving, but even if I didn't I still only had peach fuzz. The only hair on my whole body was a little bit of fluff in my armpits and a small muff around my dick). He was dressed in summer pants that seemed to show off a big bulge and very muscular legs. I stopped, and he stopped beside me. He said hello. I said hello. He asked me if I had some free time. I said yes. He said that he lived nearby and would I like to got to his house for a cold drink. I said sure. We walked silently for about ten minutes until we got to his house. Part of me wanted to run away, but another part, a darker part, a part attached right to the head of my raging hard-on told me to keep going. He let me in to a cool, dark kitchen and locked the door. "How old are you?" he asked. I lied without hesitation, telling him that I was 19. I feared that if he knew how young I was he wouldn't want to continue, and I desperately needed to continue. He got this dirty, sexy smile on his face when he found out my age. In hindsight, I bet he would've had an even bigger smile if he'd known I was only 18. He groped his crotch through his trousers. Quite a handful. He stepped forward and grabbed my dick and balls through my shorts. When he felt my man-sized cock he whistled and squeezed me; it hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time, and a large drop of pre-cum started soaking my shorts. He let go and stepped back. "Strip!" It was a command. I began to shyly pull my shirt off, revealing my hairless, firm torso for his inspection. "Good. Now the shorts." I pulled my shorts off and stood naked in front of him, my over-sized dick sticking straight out in front of me. I was so turned on. I had never been naked in front of a man before, just my older brother. I really got off on being an exhibitionist for him, showing him my hard dick, my rosy little tits and my soft, muscular ass. Slowly he opened his zipper. He reached into the opening and pulled out a dick bigger and thicker than my brother's 8'x4' cock. And uncut. I gulped. This was intimidating, but so exciting. He pulled his foreskin back and exposed the beautiful knob already shiny wet with his essence. He waved it at me, and as if in a trance, I knelt down on the cool kitchen tiles and opened my mouth wide to receive my first taste of stranger's cock. So different than my brother; a very different smell, a very different taste, but so good. His musk made me whimper as he slowly inserted that large hog into my hungry throat. I think he was impressed with me because of my training with my brother, because he moaned and swore softly. "Jeeesus." I moaned back, feeling the pre-cum slicking my throat. He began to fuck my throat; me all small and hairless, naked in front of him; him all manly, fully clothed except for this massive outcrop of flesh that disappeared and re-appeared down my throat. He began to get quite a stroke going and I could recognize the signs and was preparing to receive his blessing, when he stopped and abruptly pulled out. A large trail of semen connected my bruised lips to his hard-on, which throbbed before me. I looked up at him. Had I done something wrong? Why had he stopped me? He leaned down to me and kissed me deep. Thrusting his tongue far down my throat, as far as his leaking hog had been. His stubble rubbed harshly against my pink cheek as he devoured my tongue. My cock continued to leak a huge puddle at my feet. "C'mon, baby," he said and squatted down, took me in his arms and stood up. As he did so, he smoothly shoved a thumb right up my asshole. I nearly blacked out. No one had ever touched me there, and now this beautiful stranger was opening it up as he carried me effortlessly to the bedroom, his raging cock rubbing against my asscheek. He threw me on the bed. "Watch." he said. I lay on the bed, exposed and vulnerable and watched this gorgeous man undress. First the shirt over his head, exposing his massive pecs and furry chest and flat stomach. My dick twitched and it amused him. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy." He tweaked my right nipple and started to suck my left. Another first for me, I almost came, but he sensed it and stopped. He stepped back again. He undid and lowered his trousers, no underwear and showed me his marble-hard ass cheeks, covered in hair. I swallowed. He turned his naked body to face me. His legs were like tree trunks, knotted with great muscles that flexed through his leg hair. And then came the whole package; I had already worked his huge hog, but now everything was released. His bag was almost obscene, so big, his huge nuts hanging low. His tool throbbed gently and leaked pre cum to the floor. He smiled a wolf like grin and approached me on the bed. He leapt on me and pinned me down. I struggled for the fun of it and the excitement, but he was way stronger than me. He covered my hairlessness with his great brute's body and began necking with me again, raping my throat with his tongue while rubbing his meat up and down mine. He finally broke the kiss and straddled my face and shoved his cock deep down my throat. I loved every inch of it. He spat in his hand and without missing a stroke into my mouth, he twisted slightly and began to roughly jerk my teen cock. I had never been so hard in my life. My cock was like an iron bar. So was his. He eased out of my mouth and started to kiss me some more, slowly working his way down my smooth, boy-muscled body. He worked my tits, licking and sucking, taking me to heights of ecstasy, but never too close. He then attacked my rigid boy dick, standing bravely at full mast, he enveloped it in one smooth descent, breathing hot air on it as he went. Oh, god, he was good. I was so hard by this point that I think I was too excited to come, which had never happened before, but the timing was good, because I was desperate to see where this would all lead. He moved to my hairless sac and licked and sucked my bloated balls. And then he lifted me easily up and attacked my hairless boy hole with his big, muscular tongue. That really did it to me. I thought the tit-work was the best, but I was wrong. I never wanted him to stop teasing my sensitive virgin asshole. Spreading it with his sloppy wet tongue, holding me firmly in place while he got me ready. I don't know how long he kept at me, licking, snuffling, blowing up my shit chute and basically making me putty in his large hands. He pulled his face away and instantly jammed two fingers in my boy cunt. He came up to kiss me again and for the first time I tasted my own juices on another man's tongue. I surrendered completely. he felt it in my asshole and inserted another long thick finger. I moaned around his tongue. He stopped kissing long enough to breathe heavily in my ear. "You want my man cock in your little boy cunt, don't you. You want to feel me deep inside you. You want me to fill you up with cum and use you." "Yes. Yessir." I whispered back. He pulled away and towered over me as I lay naked and sweaty on the bed. He grinned wickedly, devouring me with his eyes. Roughly, he lifted my tail in the air and spat right on my hole. It felt so dirty and so right. I wiggled my pussy for him and his grin got even bigger. "You like that, don't you, you little slut. Well wait til you feel my hard dick rip your ass apart." He spat on his cockhead and rubbed it until it shone with spit and pre-cum. He casually shafted his cock with one hand and began to slap my ass with the other. Bliss. Sure it hurt, but not too bad, and it was making my cock twitch and bounce wildly. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Here goes your cherry, little boy. You better hang on tight." I gripped the headboard as I felt something blunt and wet nudging against my slick pussy. It felt wonderful, but briefly the thought ran through my mind that his cock was huge and it was going to split me in two. And then he pushed. His big naked man meat forced it's way in to my tight tight tunnel. "Push out!" he commanded. I did and he slid more of his naked flesh deep into my virgin ass. I cried out at the intrusion, so big, so foreign. He leaned down over me and gave me his thumb to suck on while he continued his assault. I sucked frantically, pushing out, my asshole clutching wildly at his huge monster as he broke me open. I sat up a bit, just enough to see his veiny shaft disappear into my smooth pussy. He groaned and laid his whole weight upon me. He was in. I was his. Our sweat intermingled as his hog leaked juice into my teenage ass. He replaced the thumb in my mouth with his tongue once more. We lay still, him letting my ravaged flesh accomodate to the girth of his tool. I could feel his pulse on my chest and from his throbbing cock in my ass, and even though the pain was intense, I knew I was hooked. I was a bottom pussy boy faggot. I wanted him to fuck me forever. And then he really started fucking me. Another new sensation, friction from his enormous log as he very slowly withdrew until I almost felt empty and then he speared me again. He repeated this movement over and over, lifting his hairy body up above me to get better leverage. The more he fucked, the harder he gave it to me. My cock was slapping against my flat stomach sharply with each thrust, and I began to feel the burn of pleasure deep within. His bull balls began to slap against my ass cheeks adding to the growing slurping noises that his leaking cock made as he ploughed my wet trench. He slam fucked me, punishing me with his dick. I wanted it as hard as he could deliver. I began urging him on, "Fuck me. Fuck my virgin ass. Tear me up. Split me in two, you bastard." To hear me swear really got him going and he began to rock so hard that his cock bounced right out of my ass with a wet suction sound. Before I could even gasp at the sudden emptiness, he grabbed me in his arms, picked me up facing him and impaled me to the root on his thick, leaking tool. He began to throw me in the air and let gravity slam me down again and again on his prong. I was so wet with sweat, my pre-cum in front, his all over my ass that I was on the point of out of body experience when he started in with more urgency."Take my 9 incher you little queer. Take my man cock up your sloppy loose cumhole, boy. You like that? I bet you'd like to get fucked by two guys, eh? Take turns raping your pussy? Or more? How about a big black man fucking you. I got a buddy with ten and a half inches and boy would he like to cream your insides. Eh? Oh, yeah, we'll work you over pussy, we'll flood your punk ass. Get ready for it, baby, I'm gonna flood your hole. You fucking slut. Take it. Take all my load!" And even though I hardly knew which way was up I could feel his cock swelling to even greater proportions and my ass enlarging to fit this obscenely huge dick. He jammed me down so hard onto his cock I thought it was going to emerge from my mouth, and he bellowed, "Here's my seed, you little slut!" and I could feel him twitch and throb and pulse inside my hole as he bred me. I was his little teen bitch and he was breeding me with his horse cock. I began to shoot without even touching myself. He crushed me to his powerful chest as he unloaded in me spurt after spurt and I shot a huge load ever all over his hairy torso. We collapsed on the bed. he let me milk all of his sperm with my new-found talented ass muscles and when he finally slipped out he held me gently and told me that I had to clean my daddy up with my tongue, that's what boys do. As I felt his enormous cum load leak out of my used cunt, I licked his big cock clean, savouring our mingles juices and knowing that I was born to be a fuck toy; his fuck toy sure, or any sexy stranger that wanted to use me.