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I woke up the next morning to the brightness of the sun blinding me in the room. Apparently, I was spent after all Adrian had put me through the day before. Adrian was still sleeping behind me, with his big toned body tight against my back, and his bulking arms wrapped around me. I could feel his package pressing against my ass, which was aching from the plug he had put in me the night before. I checked my phone and saw it was almost 945. Adrian must have woke up to me moving around, because I felt his big hands rubbing my ass cheeks and pressing at the plug in my ass. "Morning fuck boi". He moved his hands around to fondle my chest and pinch my nipples, and cock was instantly hard. I realized that Adrian had cum countless times the day before, breeding my ass everytime with his dirty loads, but I hadn't cum yet. "Look at that hard white dicklet getting hard for Daddy. Roll over and get this cock in your mouth boi, I know thats what you need, whether you know it or not". He was right. His big black cock was all I could think about. I rolled over, crawled between his legs, and took his morning wood into my mouth. "This is how my little slut should wake Daddy every day. You hear that boy?" "Mmphh" was all I was able to get out, as I tried to say yes with his cock stretching my throat. I sucked, slobbered, and gagged on Adrian's cock for what felt like 15 minutes, my own cock dripping below me and begging for attention. Adrian leaned up and tugged the plug out of my ass, leaving my aching hole feeling dull and empty. "Get up here and ride this big cock. I'm gonna give this pussy its first breeding of the day". Wasting no time, I slid up and impaled myself on Adrian's cock. It was amazing how easily I was able to sink down on his cock balls deep. My ass was really starting to open up. The loads from the night before that were still marinating in my ass also helped with things. Before long I was riding Adrian's cock, working up a sweat trying to milk a load out. I no longer had any apprehension about being fucked, and getting Adrian to blow his load was the only thing on my mind. Adrian was squeezing my nipples, pinching them between his fingers. This only made me hornier, and my own little dick was leaking precum all over Adrian's chest as I bounced up and down. "Fuck this pussy feels so goddam good. This pussy was made to take this big fucking cock. Work that fucking load out white boi. You keep this up you're gonna get a big dose of my poz nut. I can feel those fucking loads dripping down my balls out of that loose cunt. Fuck you're such a fucking slut." This turned me on even more, being called a "fag" by Adrian. This should have pissed me off but I just accepted it. I guess it's what I was now. My new title. Before long Adrian was bucking beneath me, blowing another hot load of poz cum up my ass. After he blew his load, I just sat there on Adrian's deflating cock in my ass. "Look at that little white clit. That's what I call that little white dick of yours, its not even a cock. Rock hard waiting for attention. Jack that little cock off for me as you sit on Daddy's big cock." I didn't want to wait for Adrian to change his mind, and I started going to town cranking my cock. It didn't take long before I was blowing my load all over Adrian's chest. Adrian's softening meaty cock in my ass made me so fucking horny I couldn't control myself. I didn't think I could ever cum without a cock in my ass again. I started to panic, not knowing if I was gonna get beat for blowing my load all over Adrian's chest. "Get your mouth to work and clean up this spunk and get my cock cleaned up. We got shit to do today". I hesitated for a second, not knowing if I could eat my own cum. I must have hesitated too long, because Adrian cracked me across the face, and told me to "not fucking keep him waiting". I took a deep breath, climbed off Adrian's now soft cock, and started licking my cum off his chest. This was my first time ever tasting cum, and it suprisingly wasn't horrible. I licked all my salty cum off Adrian's chest before moving down to his cock and balls. There was white froth in his pubic hair, clearly the loads he had blown in my ass were churned into froth as he fucked my ass again this morning. I could feel the other loads still leaking out of my ass crack and down my balls. Before long, Adrian's cock and balls were shining with my spit and clean as a whistle. Adrian pulled me off his cock by my hair and stood up. "Stay the fuck here boy" was all he said as he walked out of the room. He returned a minute later, holding a small plastic thing that looked like a little tube. I didn't know what the fuck it was. "Lay back on that fucking bed". I obeyed, and Adrian crawled on the bed between my legs. My cock was soft, having just blown a load. Adrian worked a plastic ring around my balls, and I started to go hard at the stimulation. Adrian grabbed my balls and squeezed them like he was holding a baseball. I yelled out "goddamn it ow fuck", as my hardening cock went immediately soft. "Sorry about baby boy but Daddy had to get that little dicklet down". Adrian spit onto my cock, and used the spit as lube to shove my cock into the tube. He secured the tube to the ring around my balls with a little padlock. "Now that fucking dick is where it belongs. I'm gonna keep this little cock locked up until I'm ready to let you out, and who knows when that will be. This will keep my little white slut horny, just the way I fucking want you. With that little fag dicklet locked up the only thing you need to focus on is that little fuck hole. I picked the medium sized one, it still won't let you get hard but won't be horribly uncomfortable. Piss me off and you will get changed out for the small one". Adrian walked off into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I panicked. What the fuck. My cock was encased in a little tube that there was no way I could get out of. This guy literally has me by the balls. I felt around the plastic tube, and saw there was a little spot on the end for me to piss through. I kind of started to like the weight on my balls, and my body betrayed me and my cock tried to get hard. Adrian was right, as my cock tried to get hard the cage contained it and it hurt like hell. The plastic tube pulled on my balls, and I went soft instantly. Fuck. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian walked out, toweling himself off. I quickly fogot about the cage as I admired Adrians toned body and the big slab of meat dangling between his legs. "Get in the fucking shower and clean up. We got errands to run before I drop you off". I jumped up, thankful that I would be free soon, and got into the shower. "I will lay out what to wear on the fucking bed". I came out of the shower, and saw what Adrian had laid on the bed for me to wear. Apparently he had gone into my suit case, because laying there was another pair of my shorts that went to my midthigh, they may have been shorter than the ones I had on before. Next to the shorts was a tank top that I wore to the gym. There was also black Nike jockstrap that was crusty and had white cum stains in the pouch on the bed, as well a pair of my tube socks. I got dressed, taking a second to admire myself in the mirror. The cage on my cock made a noticeable bulge in my shorts, but you couldn't tell exactly what it was. The tank showed off my toned chest and arms. I turned off the lights and went downstairs. "You like that crusty jock boy? One of my other fuck sluts left it behind. Pull down those booty shorts and show Daddy that jock." I obeyed, and showed him my caged cock in the crusty jock. It grossed me out to be wearing somebody else's dirty jock, but I realized there was worse things. "Fuck yeah. Turn around and show me those cheeks. Oh fuck yeah that ass was made to be shown off by a jock. Get those fucking shorts up and get in the car". We got into his Jeep and drove off. Adrian rubbed my thigh again, like he did the day before. Apparently the kinder, gentler Adrian was back. We made a stop for coffee and kept driving. I knew better than to ask where we were going. We pulled into a sketchier part of town and stopped at a dumpy looking tattoo parlor. "Get your ass inside". I climbed out of the car and followed Adrian inside. Behind the counter was a black guy who obviously ran the place. He was the complete opposite of Adrian, being only about 5'8", bald, and overweight. He had a gut that hung over his pants and was probably pushing 300lbs. Adrian told me to "sit the fuck down" as he went over to speak with the tattoo artist. They spoke in low tones and I couldn't hear what they were saying. "Bruce is gonna set you up boy. He knows what I want. I'll be in the fucking car waiting. Don't fucking embarass me. He's a good friend!". I panicked, now knowing what instructions Bruce had. My knees were shaking as I stood up and walked behind him to the tattoo chair. "Sit down boy. Don't be fucking nervous college boy you're gonna love what Adrian's picked out. Strip down to your jock boy and climb into the chair. " I nervously sat in the chair, as Bruce moved around the small room getting things ready. He finally came over with a little metal tray. "First up is the piercings. Your Daddy requested both ears pierced and both nipples to start." My heart raced and my eyes started to tear up. I had never thought about getting piercings, and was afraid whatever Adrian had picked out was gonna look gay. My fears were calmed when I realized I could just take them out after Adrian dropped me off today. Bruce got to work and prepped his needle, and before long I had diamond studs in both ears, and small barbells in both nipples. They stung like hell, and the weight on my nipples felt really fucking weird. I noticed Bruce had horrible breath and smelled like BO as he worked on me. He was so out of shape he was breathing heavily. He pulled up a mirror to show me his work, and suprisingly I didn't hate the ear piercings, in fact I kind of liked them. And the nipple piercings were hopefully small enough where they wouldn't be noticeable under a shirt. "Last up is the tattoo. Sounds like its going on the forearm, give me your right arm". My heart raced. I always wanted a tattoo, but never knew what to get. I was scared because I still didn't know what tattoo Adrian had told Bruce to put on me. Bruce got to work and put the stencil sticker on my arm, and got to tattooing. He didn't talk as he started to tattoo me, painfully twisting my arm around in different positions, clearly not even trying to be gentle. I quickly noticed the tattoo was a jack of spades playing card, with some roman numerals beneath it. It actually looked cool, not anything I would have picked, but it still looked cool. I had no clue what the meaing of the tattoo was. After what seemed like an hour, Adrian came back into the tattoo shop as Bruce was finishing up. "Just putting the finishing touches on your boy here Adrian". Adrian came over to inspect the tattoo and piercings. He tugged at the nipple piercings and I let out a slight yelp. "Looks fucking good dude. Love bringing my new fuck sluts for you to slut up". "Boy you know what that tattoo means?", Adrian asked. I shook my head no. "It's a jack of spades. It's gonna show every black man you meet that you like black cock. You're marked as a black fuck slut now. And the roman numerals are the date I turned your white ass into a black cock slut". My cock started to try and go hard in it's cage, but was quickly stopped. I fucking loved the idea of this tattoo, if it meant I could get more black cock. "Imma be back in the car. Bruce take your normal payment and send him out". Adrian walked out and Bruce started to bandage up the tattoo and and put things away. He still had not said a word to me since he started the tattoo. Before long he was done, and he came over and stood next to the chair and dropped his shorts. His big belly hung down low, almost covering his smaller 5.5 inch cock. "Turn the fuck over so I can get my tip. Adrian always lets me take a run at his new white bois after he drops them off." I stared at him, in shock. I was repulsed by this ugly dude, I couldn't fuck him. "Ahh..ah..dude I have cash can I just tip you with that? I'm not interested in fucking dude." When I thought about getting more black cock, this was not what I had in mind. "Wrong fucking answer faggot. Wait until I tell Adrian about this". Bruce grabbed me by my arm and flipped me over in the chair, before I even had a chance to defend myself. I felt him inch behind me, and his belly hit my back as his cock entered me forcefully. This dude stunk like BO and was gross, but his forest of pubes was currently scratching my ass. I didn't enjoy Bruce's fucking, it was forceful and rough in my dry ass. I just clenched my jaw and closed my eyes and got through it. I knew I had to get through it to keep Adrian happy. After the sweaty Bruce rode my ass for 10 minutes he finally blew his load in my ass. He whispered in my ear "don't worry I'm not poz boy. Adrian wants that honor". With that, he climbed off me and walked out of the room. "Get the fuck out of here".

He's my cousin's child and I'm also his godfather (in Greece that's a big thing). Some days ago she called me really upset. She would always call me for medical "emergencies" like oh I forgot to take this vitamin today am I going to die? She's being doing this from when I started medical school when I was 20. Now she was more upset than ever. She asked me to see me at my place. I was like "what will it be this time". And she said that my nephew is gay. That was quite a shock. I haven't told her that I'm gay either (I'm a coward I know). I felt "guilty". The same guilt that I was feeling when my mother was asking me if I'm a fagot when she saw a magazine with a shirtless dude on my desk. She said that she believes her nephew not only is gay but he's also having a bf (I was like that's lovely everybody wants a bf). She said that I should examine him. I explained her that being gay is not a disease and since it's not one it can't be somehow "examined". If he's gay that can't change. What we can change is accept him and make him feel safe. She said that he should see a therapist. I told her that if he feels like it, then he should but not to turn straight. He will discuss things that worry him. If she has trouble with gays, she should have therapy. I talked with him yesterday. I told him that I love him and I will always protect him. He said that he knows. I felt very happy when I heard that. He told me that he's gay, that he has a bf and that he's very worried about how his mother will react. He cried his heart in my arms. We also have the issue that his mother doesn't want him to be an architect but his mother won't pay for drawing classes (here you need to take drawing classes for 1-2 in parallel with school because you are examined in these but never taught). I told him not to worry and that I will pay for his classes. He cried even more. I didn't tell him about me being gay. I told my bf though that there's a slight chance I adopted my nephew.

Got fucked last night (Sunday) by a skinny tall black guy in a dark corner by the pool table. It felt good, we didn't make a spectacle of it, mostly to avoid being reprimanded, but still managed to get a small audience. That was a good closing of a fun weekend. On Saturday, at the bathhouse I got fucked by a guy I had been craving for years but always hesitated to come up to because he always looked so unapproachable and his dick is so gianormous. I took it like a champ and he was amazingly intimate and attentive and rough at the same time, I'll be back for more. It helped that I had previously been opened up got by a young Brazilian in the sling, so nice.

If you want real physical contact with real guys then get yourself to a sauna/baths bookstore or cruising bar/area. Guys who really are up for it will make the effort to go. 99% of online guys are only into the idea of meeting up and string you along while they have a wank. This weekend I was at a hotel in Shoreditch, London. Was on the apps for a few hours in the evening - despite being able to host, nobody actually went through with a meet... went out to Bunker (local cruise bar) and had three very horny sessions with different guys in the space of a couple of hours. And two of the three who approached me were a lot hotter/younger that I would usually approach for fear of rejection. Which was a better use of my time? Definitely going out.

Part 3 I was scared. I'd wanted one thing out of tonight, just one fantasy and everything was turning out wrong. Sure up until now it was super hot, but fuck, Nick had just told me he'd given me drugs, he was keeping me for who knows how long, and he wasn't going to respect my safeword. I was fucked, even more so than his huge cock had already done. I lay there shaking with fear, as much as I could with Nick's ropes wrapped all around me. I could feel my body changing and I knew it had to be the drugs, though I couldn't say it was one or the other. I felt like I was heating up from the inside, and I could absolutely still feel the warmth in my gut from all of Nick's piss. It felt like it was surging through my body in waves. I started crying underneath the pillowcase on my head. After awhile, and I have no idea how long, I heard Nick come back into the room. I was definitely feeling the drug - I didn't feel comfortable in my own skin...I was too warm and sensitive. It was kind of pleasant - kind of itchy, and I just wanted to rub against the ottoman. But then Nick touched me and I'd never felt anything better in my life. His hand on my skin was absolutely heaven. I was whining and moaning as his hand slid across my body. "I'd say he's pretty well and fucked up by now, Nick." A new voice was chuckling....a very very deep voice, and then a second pair of hands starting touching me. "Yeah, D, gotta make him feel good so he wants it." I felt their hands undo the ropes around me, and stay rubbing over my skin as they did so. It was so amazing...I was twisting my body to try go chase their hands. I just wanted to be touched and rub. "Nick, man, I think your little pussy is in heat, here. This is crazy". "Doesn't surprise me. This is the first time he's gotten high, at all. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Take off the blind and let's move this along." D pulled the pillowcase off my head and kneeling in front of me was this giant of a black man. He could make Nick looks small, even with all his muscles. But this man...."Wow! You said he was pretty, but this boy is one gorgeous little girl." I grinned, I know it. I was always a sucker for a compliment and as D held my face up to him, I looked up with all the adoration my glassy eyed gazed could do. He chuckled, "His eyes are so blown, right now...just the best damned sight in the world on a pretty thing like this." They helped me up, and while I couldn't exactly stand on my own after the prolonged bondage and the drugs, but Nick and D helped me to the shower. They stripped down and all got into the shower with me and the blast of warm water of my skin was a feeling I'd never forget. While their hands washed me, someone removed the plug from my hole and I emptied there in the shower, and they used a hose to rinse my insides out. After the shower, they dried me off and led me to another room. It was darker than the rest of the house, especially after the lights of the bathroom, but they led me to a sling in the middle of the room and got me situated. My legs were put up in the stirrups, and I could feel them being secured in. "D, leave one arm free for now....we're going to need that", and while my body was being rubbed all over, I felt one wrist be cuffed to the chains holding the sling. Nick brushed my hair away from my face and looked in my eyes. I tried to focus as much as I could. "Now, faggot, we're going to play gently with you a bit....until you surrender. And by that, you're gonna have to say the words, "I surrender to you, Master". Do you understand me?" I tried to let it sink in what he was saying, I was nodding. I felt a pair of hands turn my head to the other side, and I was looking at D again. "Listen to Nick, boy. We're gonna to make you feel so fucking good you're gonna beg us to do anything you want. That what he wants. He wants permission from you to do absolutely anything to you he wants. And you're gonna give it him. And to me. And if you don't....." D had me entirely captivated....his hand was so large it felt like it covered my entire face...."and if you don't.....then Nick's gonna give you to me, and I fucking don't care if I have permission." That last part sounded like growl, and I heard myself moan as his words penetrated my hazy mind. I heard him chuckle, "Nick, I think this pussy boy is darker than you let on.....maybe you should just give him to me and skip all this surrender bullshit." "No, D, you know I what I like....he's going to beg for it first." "Alright, but fuck man, I'm ready to go." Nick laughed, "I know, but we got all weekend." I felt them moving around me and I keened and whined anytime they dragged their rough hands across me. I could feel someone at my head and someone move between my legs. A blindfold went over my eyes, and I felt a rag cover my mouth. When I inhaled, I knew it was soaked in some poppers. "That's right, faggot. Deep breaths....in and out." I felt lube on my hole and a thick finger slid inside me...in and out.....then a second. The rag was removed and someone put a heavy ballsack in my face. I immediately started licking and sucking on it. Hands traced over my body, making me feel in heaven. The musky scent of a man was in my nose and mouth, and my hole was being rubbed from the inside. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Too many sensations, and yet not enough. The hands on my body went from rubs, to slaps, to pinches. All of it driving me crazy and not knowing which was coming next. I felt little pinpricks rolls across my chest and abs. My ass was on fire, not from anything big....no more than two fingers ever was inside me, but feeling them drag across the inside of my ass....slowly in and our....sometimes around from the bottom to the top...sometimes, on either side of one another pulling my hole open. I could feel the cool air of the room hit my insides and it was driving me crazy. I tried to fuck myself on those fingers. Anything to get more. "That's right faggot, I see you wanting more inside you. D was right you're just a pussy in heat. And this pussy belongs to me, now". That meant it was Nick between my legs, and as he said this, D pulled back and covered my face with the popper rag again. A few hits later, and I was floating even higher, but this time it was removed and D slid his fat cock into my mouth. "MMMMM...that's it pretty girl....just my head though. You only get more when you surrender to Nick. But just keep licking up all my precum and suck on me like a lollipop." I was floating with all these slight sensations all over my body, and moaning like the complete whore I was being reduced to. "D, I want you to clamp his nips and bring me the cold chain." D was pinching on my nips and I felt him pinch hard and then a clamp went on them. I moaned and tried to get away, but the pain faded quickly. He added the second one, and then as it was fading into pleasure on my body, he did something to the first one and it tightened, with each movement a sharper pain sliced up my body and I whined. He repeated this with the other and stepped away. In a moment, I felt Nick's fingers leave my hole, and I lay there untouched feeling a very soft breeze across my sensitive skin. I felt them come back to me and knew both of them was between my legs, as one played with my hole and another rubbed up and down my legs. "Look at this little faggot cock, Nick. Fucker ain't even hard." He was laughing at me. "Nah, D, pussy faggots don't get hard. They know their cocks aint worth nothin and it's this sweet little cunt that drives them crazy." Since it was D, I assumed playing with my cock now, I felt him start to wrap something around the base of my balls and around my soft shaft. "Mmmm. Getting this tied up out of our way. He won't bet getting hard for a long time anyways." I jolted in the sling as I felt something ice cold against my hole. They both laughed, "got that his attention, didn't it!" I had no idea what it was, but it was cold and hard. Nick, I'm assuming, rubbed it all around my hole and then gently pushed it in. The cold was a sensation that was maddening against my burning up insides, but Nick slipped it past my ring. And there was more. As one bit went inside, I could feel another at my hole. My mind thought anal beads, but then I clicked that someone said chain. It all made sense...Nick was shoving a length of chain up my ass! "hahaha. I think he's figured it out, Nick!" "I figured it would click in a moment.....you're doing so good pretty boy. How does it feel? How does this cold heavy chain feel in your cunt?" My head feel back and D moved back around towards it. "Remember, pretty boy. Just beg and surrender, and all this teasing will stop. Then we'll fill you up with more cock and cum than you've ever imagined." Nick was slowly dragging the heavy chain out of my ass now. The weight was something very real and the bumps and ridges as it pulled out was driving me crazy. D started pulling on my clamped nipples, making me remember they were even there. Then they both were talking over each other, "Surrender to us, boy" and "Give it up, let us own you and have you", and "You belong as a faggot, owned by two real black men", and "We can tease you like this and never give you what you want, or you can surrender and give us everything." I couldn't take it any more. I was over stimulated, but not getting enough to satisfy what I felt like I was needing. "Oh yeah....cry those pretty tears for me, faggot. You know they make me so hard....D loves them even more." "You want to cry for us more, pretty boy?" D's voice was soft in my ear. "You want to feel so consumed and wrecked that I'm the only one who can put you together again?" I whined to him. "Just say it....give Nick permission....beg him for it." I cried out, "Please, Nick...please!" My voice was broken, "I s-s-s-surrender!" D growled and bit my neck where he was still leaning down to me "MMMM. you just fucked yourself, faggot. And I'm going to love every fucking minute of it" Nick pulled the chain from my hole and they both stepped away. I was crying laying there. And then I felt them both step back over to my side. "Nick, hold his arm tight and secure." I didn't know what was happening. D, I'm assuming, wrapped something around my upper arm, and I felt him wipe in my elbow. My mind caught up, oh fuck, they were going to inject me with something! I struggled a bit. "Don't fight this faggot, or you'll end up dead!" I froze and when I did I felt a prick in the soft of my elbow. A second later it was gone, and my arm was raised above my head. I felt a heat and metal taste in my throat and coughed, and then.....FUCK FUCK FUCK! I couldn't breath....I couldn't catch my breath.... Searing pain went through my chest as someone ripped away the clamps on my nipples and I screamed. "HAHAHAHAHA that got him breathing, all right. Fuck that was hot to watch!" If I thought I was overstimulated before, I was like a live electrical wire right now, but it felt like my hole was literally trying to eat something, it was spasming so much. "Take off the blindfold, Nick...I want to see this faggot's eyes." I tried to blink my eyes, and when I opened them, I couldn't focus. I saw both of them looming over me, someone held my head up by my hair. "fuck yeah, that's pretty. Nothing sweeter than giving a boy his first slam and watching all the color disappear from his eyes, getting swallowed up by those dinner plates of pupils. He's barely even with us anymore. Just fucking perfect." My head fell back. D moved back between my legs and played with my hole some "Oh yeah, this cunt is opened up and hungry, Nick." "Well man, you know I love watching you do this part....what do you want?" "Bring me those two over there....go back to his head and dose the rag again....we're gonna need those." Nick stepped away and in a moment he was back. I looked up at him, trying to focus on him. He slapped me hard across the face, "don't even fucking look in my eyes, again, faggot. Time to learn your place!" My face stung, and felt the sling start to move. D was stepping forward and his body was pushing the sling up. He and Nick started swinging me...back towards Nick and then letting me go and feeling D stop me as he stood between my legs. "Give him the rag, Nick". The rag covered my face and Nick just draped it over me. Like before, I couldn't breath without a hit of it, and they started to hit quickly. I felt the head of D's cock against my hold. He was nudging against it, using my weight and gravity of the sling to force my hole open around it. Between the drugs and the poppers it didn't take much, and when he slipped in, I moan....he moaned, and I think even Nick moaned. They kept the swinging up - D's head popping in with each swing back and out with each swing up. He wasn't even touching me or pushing in. He and Nick just kept swinging me on and off his cock, and with each drop back he went deeper and deeper. And then it hurt. I winced and cried out. "Well, D, I think you found the second ring"....Nick sounded amused as D's cock battered that part of me once....twice....three times with the swing. "He ain't opening up for me, man....I think I need to remind this faggot where he is." On the next down swing, D grabbed my thighs and when he hit that tender spot inside and I cried, he yanked on my legs ramming his way past it and bring me flush against his body. I screamed again, "Peach! Peach! Peach!". I could feel the tears running down the side of my face. And they both laughed. D did it again....and again, and I was yelling and crying and D held me for a moment, while Nick leaned over again, pinching off my nose and covering my mouth, "Faggot, I told you that you don't get safewords anymore. So that little 'peach...peach...peach' don't mean fucking nothing to us. And those pretty cries and tears just make us want to hurt you even more." I couldn't breath...between the pain in my gut and the burn in my lungs, I struggled in the sling. And they just laughed around me. Nick removed his hand before I blacked out and moved the popper rag over my face again. They went back to the swinging - this time I was all the way up and when I swing back towards D, I took every inch of his cock, only stopping when I settled against him. This went on a few minutes and then Nick held me at the top of the swing again. He put the popper mask over my face again, which meant it wasn't coming off for a little bit. Then I felt D back at my hole again, but it didn't feel like the head of his cock. For a minute, it was there...then it felt like just his cock and I felt him slip inside....but Nick didn't let me go....instead of D's cock filling me up again, I felt something else pushing the rim of my ass. "Open up faggot....let it in!.....come on!". I could feel my hole start to stretch around it....a dildo I was guessing, and I whimpered. I felt Nick step back and pull my head up by my hair and he slapped me hard again "LET HIM IN!". With the pain of the slap, I felt my hole clamp up, but immediately it relaxed and a pain ripped through my body as D got the head of that dildo inside me with his cock. "Oh yeah...that's what I'm talking about it....Let him slip down, Nick". And then Nick let me go. My weight was wanting to swing back towards D, but I had his giant cock and a dildo in my hole and gravity hadn't won yet. D started making shallow little thrust, pushing himself and the dildo deeper, with the weight of the sling helping force my body to accommodate them both. I was crying, and panting. I'm sure my eyes were wild. Nick grabbed my throat and squeezed...."Oh yeah, pretty thing....you're getting stretched out and taking them both as deep as D wants you, too, and you can't stop him. You can't stop anything we do to you." He let up and I sucked in air....of course through the popper mask making me even higher. I could feel D and the dildo going deeper and deeper. They were getting into the rhythm of the sling again, slowly splitting me open. I felt them hit my second hole again and I winced. I had gotten used to D's cock that deep, but now it was going to stretch wider. "Lights out, Nick....." I didn't know what that meant, until Nick squeezed my neck again....he held me there as D tapped against that second hole....and then I blacked out. When I came to, Nick wasn't at my head, and I felt like I had a baseball back up my ass to my throat. I could see them both between my legs. "Welcome back, faggot...that was awfully nice of you to not fight me that time." I was confused, but then I realized Nick had choked me out and D had used that to force the double fucking past my 2nd hole. I could feel myself still spasming around them, even that deep. "Fuck that pink hole looks so pretty stretched around all that black cock. D, it's almost pure white where it pulls up around the dildo." "You should feel this pussy gripping me, Nick....like a fuckin' vise. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you gave me a virgin." They laughed.... "I wonder....", Nick said....and I started to feel his thick fingers tracing around my hole.....I was almost limp in the sling, and then Nick pushed a finger inside my hole, too....right where D's cock rested against the dildo....and slipped in it to his knuckles and tugged....tugged outward. I yelped. "Shut the fuck up, faggot!.....actually, now to think about it...." I felt his finger slip out and he stepped away. A moment later, he came back up to my head and pulled the popper mask away. "I need to redose that anyway" and he tossed it down towards D. I heard D fumble with the bottle and heard him open it up. Nick grabbed my hair and shoved a small penis gag in my mouth. "That oughta keep things down some...hand me the mask again, D"....Nick slipped the mask over my face after he secured the gag. There was nothing more I could do....I was silenced and as a breathed through my nose, the poppers worked their way into my system and I floated away again. The swinging pattern started up again and I felt myself slide off and then back on, slowly the double fucking I was getting. I don't know when, but at some point, my body just accepted it all, and I was sliding easily on and off D's cock and the dildo. "Fuck yeah, Nick....this faggot is riding both of these now.....he's gonna be such a good fuckin whore for us." "Let's fill him up, D, and then we'll take a rest while he gets really opened up." I felt the dildo slip out of my hole and then D started fucking me. No more swinging up and down on his cock. He held my thighs and fucked me with brutal strokes. The chains rattled with each thrust, and I was biting down on the gag and moaning. After a few he roared, "FUCK YEAH, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD!"....I could feel him spasming inside me as he buried himself deep and rode out his orgasm. No sooner than he pulled out did I feel Nick take his place and pound my hole again to give me another of his loads. When he pulled out, he said "I think we need roll that over here and see how he handles it, before making a few phone calls."....I couldn't see what was going on, but I could hear them moving stuff over...something heavy. "Redose the poppers in the mask, D"....and I saw D walk over and take the mask off me, and do as Nick asked. When the mask went back on, the fresh poppers hit me. "Hold him up, D....let me get this positioned right". I swung back up and I felt like I was going to swung back and forth again. "Ok....ease him forward"....and D let me slip down some. I felt a dildo slip inside my ass, and heard a machine turn on. They were going to use a fuck machine on me! I couldn't focus to much as the poppers were strong and hitting me good. "Bring him on down"....and I went down and a 2nd dildo joined the first..... D stepped away and went back towards Nick. "Fuck this is pretty, Nick....you gonna switch it up to go deeper?" "Yeah, man....all of it will be going here in a few.....start a video so we can put up an ad." Nick must have adjusted something because the machine started pushing deeper on each stroke.....and then I felt another dildo at my entrance. As the realization struck me, I grunted and squirmed. "Settle the fuck down, faggot....you ain't gotta do nothing but shut the fuck up and take it." The third dildo head was pushing the sling away, since my hole wasn't opening up to take it, and I felt a bit of relief. I could deal with feeling it punch at my hole, knowing it couldn't actually get in....but that wasn't what Nick wanted. He moved around to the head and held me still, this time when the 3rd dildo hit my hole, Nick prevented me from swinging away, and it popped in. And then immediately out. The pain shot through me and Nick reached down and pinched my nipples to add to it. Then the dildo came back up and popped in again...then out....then in....I wasn't positioned enough for the 3rd dildo to push deep. It just kept toying with my hold...popping in and out as the other two dildos pumped deeper inside me. "Yeah....he's taking that third one in his hole nice and smooth now, man." "Excellent....one more adjustment and then we'll go make some calls and place an ad" Nick stepped back down and I heard him do something....this time when the fuck machine pushed in, it went deeper with all 3 dildos. I could feel each of them stretching a different part of my hole apart. I was struggling and making noises. I don't know how my body was handling this. And then the machine picked up speed and was going faster here....and deeper there....and the 3rd one was popping out entirely here and there before being forced back inside. "Everything I wanted to see....god damned nothing is hotter than this, man....let me set it on random and then we'll leave this cunt to adjust to his new life." A second or two later, the machine picked up speed again, and then it was going deep sometimes, shallow others....sometimes the 3rd dildo head would pop out and sometimes not. 1 of the dildos was always past my 2nd hole and another was just sometimes past it, depending on if it was a deep stroke or not. My body couldn't do anything except give up and just accept it. I drifted off, I think...between the drugs and the poppers and my body just giving up with the fuck machine abusing my hole with 3 dildos....I just let go. I came to hearing voices again....the machine was still fucking my hole and it had become my entire world....having it feel so wonderful reaching all those sensitive spots deep inside me. "Jesus, Nick....you weren't lying! Fucking hell that's filthy.....and I love it!". It was a voice I didn't recognize. I heard shuffling in the room, but I had no idea who was there, or even how many. Nick came back over to my head and pulled the mask off my face and took the gag out of my mouth. He held my head so I couldn't lift it up beyond where he had me; I couldn't see who else was in the room. "Say it faggot....say the words so all these men can hear you say it!".....I mumbled "I surrender."...it was a whisper and Nick didn't seem to like it. He slapped me again, "I said say it, you worthless cunt!"....I yelled, or at least I think I did, "I surrender!". "Sounds fucking good to me!" another voice. And with that, Nick put a blindfold on me, and put the popper mask on my face again, with fresh poppers, and I heard someone say "let's turn this up a little more." ........

Wesley Gets Marked and Owned By the Big Black Bear After about an hour, Julio walked in and pulled the dildo out of Wes’s ass. Without ceremony Julio rammed his super thick 10 inches into the boy and began a rough fuck, Wes moaning and immediately pushing back as best he could, the Tina driving his need to be fucked. After a while, Julio pulled out and uncuffed the boy, laying himself down on the bed. Julio cuffed Wes’s ankles together, pulling his legs out flat and then cuffed his hands together behind his head. With one hand he held open the boys asshole and he pushed three of his huge fingers, covered in Tina, up in the boys hole. Wesley jumped in pain and then moaned as Julio fingerfucked him for a minute. Julio climbed on top, spearing the boy at that cruel angle, and stuck his fingers into the boy mouth. He rode the boy hard, jamming his cock in at top speed, changing angles. Julio’s cock was so thick it began to stretch out Wes’s already stretched hole, making Wes moan with desire. Julio then fucked the boy, as his husband had, in every imaginable position, each of them designed to maximize Julio’s own pleasure, to enjoy the sensation of the boy’s hot pussy. For his part, Wes was in another world, reduced to feeling nothing but the pleasure of the fuck. Julio fucked and fucked the boy, holding out as long as he could, but the boy’s ass was hungry, and clutched and caressed his cock, Wes begging him for his cum. After having yet another mind-blowing orgasm—the kids hole was exceptional-$he filled the boy with chempiss, making sure to save enough for the boys mouth and the jockstrap, and shoved another big dildo in the boy’s stretched out hole. Julio gave the boy several big mouthfuls of piss, then added his own piss to Tom’s on the jockstrap and shoved it back in. After a while, Big Ed came in. And without a warning started belting Wes’s ass. Wes was surprised by the first stroke, and then began keening as Ed continued, each stroke harder than the last. He belted Wes without stopping, watching first the red then the purple start to rise on the boy’s little muscular ass. Ed switched positions, and belted him from the other side, then he stood behind the boy and slowly belted the boy’s back, each strike making the boy almost jump off the bed with pain. When the boys ass was black and blue and red stripes evenly covered Wes’s back, Big Ed began to fuck him, slamming his huge black cock in to the root, and pulling out to do it all over again. He uncuffed the boy and fucked and fucked, driving Wes up and down the bed, riding him with his fingers deep in the boys throat, holding him up in a perfect arch. Wes was crazy with lust, as the man of his dreams pillaged him yet again. He sighed and cooed and grunted, and begged “Daddy, fuck me harder, Daddy thank you, thank you Daddy.” Ed threw Wes on his back, and jackknifed his legs back, Wes hissing a little as Ed’s furry body scratched at the welts where the belt had wrapped around his sides. Ed fucked him as deep as he could, the boys stretched out hole squelching around his big cock. Wes, true to his training, used his sore ass muscles to suckle and squeeze, as he stated begging “Daddy make me yours, give me your DNA sir, please sir, make me your boy.” This last bit sent Ed over the edge, and he came great buckets of cum deep inside the boy. Ed picked the boy up and brought him to the other bedroom, and lay on the bed with him, his cock still buried in the boys ass, and began to slowly fuck him, playing Wes’s bruised body like a fiddle, lightly scratching at his welts and gently pinching his sore nipples. Wes reached his head back, begging for Ed’s tongue, and they made out. Julio and Tom cleaned the place up, gathering all the toys and putting them in bags to be taken care of at home. As they left they knocked on the door, and Ed put the boy up in all fours and each man kissed him and then gave him a good bye load of piss. Ed fucked the boy for a while, but doubted he could come again. He lay down and relaxed, the boy gently nuzzling with his tongue on the big back cock. Ed and Wes took sleeping pills and they moved into the big bed, Ed’s arms wrapped around Wes. When they awoke, Ed fucked his boy and came in his ass and they drank some Gatorade and eat yogurt, then took another pill. When they awoke, Ed invited Wes to do his gap year as an intern, while Wes figured out what to tell his parents. Wes agreed, and after a final fuck, Wes went into the house to sleep in his own bed and Big Ed prepared to leave. Within two weeks of his parents return, Wes was on his knees in Big Ed’s truck, sucking on daddy’s big cock. Big Ed didn’t make a single pit stop, as no matter how much water he drank, his personal urinal took care of his needs. When he pulled into the big garage on their property, Julio and Tom were waiting. Wes barely slept for a week, as he got reacquainted with his new family. And then a few weeks later, Wes came down with the flu, and Big Ed tended to him until that was over. By six months, Wes was building the himbo muscle his daddy wanted to see, asslips growing big from daily pumping, and he was happy learning the art of car restoration. In those few moment he was allowed of quiet reflection, usually with Big Ed’s tool lodged deep in his hole, Big Ed snoring behind him with his big muscular arms wrapped around Wes’s growing, defined chest, Wes thought: I am the luckiest boy on earth. And then he slept, soundly, his ass suckling on his big black bear’s cock as he dreamed of getting fucked.

Wes Becomes the Blood Son of the Bear’s Family Downstairs in the front room of the guesthouse, Tom and Julio just grinned at Ed, and the three top men made out. While both men were enamored with Wes, Julio was utterly captivated. They agreed that although the boy belonged to Ed, Julio could be his secondary alpha. Tom was content. He didn’t share Julio and Ed’s need to have a relationship with the boys they fucked. For emotional support, his participation in their odd all-tops throuple and his more primary relationship with Julio was all he needed for love. For sex, he preferred boys he didn’t know, and especially boys he could take down a dark and brutal path. But Julio had always needed bottom boys he felt love towards, and who loved him back and encouraged Julio to abuse them. And while Big Ed was a cruel, cruel, top man when he wanted to be, he always needed a boy he loved and who he slowly corrupted over time. And they agreed Wes was a perfect candidate to be a long-term, maybe permanent, addition to their family. “You know though, men,” Tom said, “We really should go check on Wes. We’ve left an 18-year-old near virgin with a giant load of chempiss for quite a while.” So they went up and found Wes in a puddle of sweat, writhing as best he could in his bonds, his asshole sucking on the big inflatable. While Julio facefucked the boy and Ed removed the clamps and started nibbling on Wes’s now even more sensitive tits, Tom began slowly fucking him with the inflatable. They did this for about five minutes, just to keep the boy sexed up and the piss moving around. Tom and Ed stepped back and nodded at Julio. Tom removed the chain affixing the thin steel rod holding Wes upright, and slid the pole out from his bound wrists and ankles. As he did so, Julio drove his cock deep into Wes throat as he leaned down and without a a bit of visible effort picked Wes up and held him upside down in front of his chest, the boys mouth still locked on his cock. Wes groaned, then started sucking in earnest as the piss slipped deeper inside his upside down body. Julio held him like this, as Ed and Tom released the boys bonds and showed him how to support himself with his hands on Julio’s huge thighs. Wes was still shaking though, as he was flying and lost in the need for rough sex. After about five minutes, as Ed and Tom began moving the portable sling back into place and pulling out sex toys—dildos and plugs, sounds, tit clamps, and more drugs—Julio slowly walked Wes into the bathroom. Once in the shower, Julio moved the boy so he was cradled upright in his huge arms, and began kissing him and telling him what a good cocksucker he was. He gently put the boys feet down in the shower and, keeping a tight grip on the incredibly high and wobbly teenager, he got the boy into a squat. The boy was desperate to let the piss out, but Julio told him to hold it a second more as he deflated the inflatable. Some piss came out as the rubber tube excited his hole but Wes held the vast amount of it inside. The look of relief on Wes’s face as Julio let him push the liquid out was soon matched by glossy black eyes of lust, as Wes got even higher as ever more and more chems were absorbed as the piss excited his colon. The boy was so high, he could barely walk, so Julio picked him up, his huge hands toying with Wes’s burning hole, and put him in the sling. Julio cuffed his feet into the straps, but let his wrist cuffs free. He gave the boy a bottle of poppers with a sniffer head attached—he was pretty sure Wes would have trouble with the screw cap otherwise. Julio then lowered the back of the sling a bit, so it would be easier for the men to facefuck hum. Big Ed was the first up. He gave us boy a nice long fuck while Tom and Julio took turns facefucking Wes, teaching him to take their cocks in his mouth hole easier and easier as time went on. Ed came again, and then began to use toys on the boy. Over the next several hours, Wesley took toys much bigger than he ever could have imagined. Nothing they used was too deep—nothing longer than Tom’s cock—but the men were determined to double the boy, so they used pretty thick silicone cocks. They alternated toys and fucking, all the while keeping Wes’s throat filled with hard cock. After a while, the insatiable top men began to really teach Wes about pain. Julio loved CBT, so they took of the cage off and used sounds on his little cock while Julio squeezed and pulled and weighted his balls. Tom used a cock whip on Wes while first Julio than Ed fucked him, the top men thrilling at how the boy’s sweet pussy throbbed around their cocks with each cruel stroke. When they tired of that they recaged him—Big Ed whispering in his ear “The only reason you get to keep your cock is because we like to hurt you that way, only your holes will give you pleasure, you understand?” Wesley nodded, pleading quietly all the while for his daddy to use him. Julio started using variously sized beads on the boy, slowly increasing the roughness of how quickly he pushed them in and pulled them out. Because the boy was a beginner, the beans never got terribly large, but they did make Wes’s hole gape and throb, as they were by far the largest toys he’d ever taken. Soon the men started slipping dildos in as they fucked him, stretching him to be doubled. When Julio tried slipping a toy in beside his monster thickness Wes shouted out in pain. But they ignored him and continued to stretch until soon they had Wes out of the sling riding Julio and Tom’s cocks at the same time. Ed and Tom took turns doubling Wes, but they didn’t try Ed and Julio together. It was better to leave some depravities for the boy to work towards. They decided to take a little break, and snuggled on the bed. Wes was, of course still horny, and started begging. Each of the men slapped him hard for his impertinence, and then Tom drove a big dildo up his hole, Wesley screaming. and locked it into place with a leather strap. “Use your ass to suck on that, boy,” Tom snarled, “You’re here to serve us, not the other way around. “ And so Wesley lay across the bottom of the bed, while the top men rested, jacking their huge cocks, and giving Wes their toes and feet to worship. Soon enough, though, Wes was working his way up their bodies, thrilling at Tom’s long lean muscle, Julio’s gigantic body-builder calves and thighs, and his own Daddy, Big Ed’s sturdy, muscular legs. Finally the men relented and let Wes suck on their cocks. He started with Big Ed, working his way across. He made progress on deepthroating each of them, although he struggled with Julio’s girth. By the second time he came around to Tom, he discovered that Tom had put in a big smooth cock ring and his Jacob’s ladder, and Tom coached him in how to deepthroat him with the metal in. Anytime Tom had cause to reprimand the boy for failing, Tom did, giving Wesley a dizzying series of face slaps, throat chokes, punches, and hard slaps. They took turns spanking him while he gave first one, then the other the best blow job he could manage. Once his cheeks were red, verging on bruising from the hard spanks by huge hands they each possessed, they removed the big dildo and made him snuggle and watch videos of them destroying all sorts of young men. He sat between different combinations of men, but after about an hour, they shifted and he was between Big Ed and Tom. Tom had him suckle on his cock, occasionally feeding him a mouthful of piss, while Ed used his big fingers to tease and fuck Wesley’s very, very hungry hole. Tom made him explore with his tongue every nook and cranie created by his Jacob’s ladder, with Wesley sucking and taking into his mouth every piece of metal in the big cock, Wes working his way down to worship Tom’s balls with his mouth and Tom’s ass with his tongue. Satisfied the boy has became truly familiar with Tom’s huge tool, Big Ed had him worship his own tool, balls and ass, then brought him up to nestle between them. Tom gently getting Wesley even more horned up by playing with his nipples and ass. Julio shifted the porn, to focus on videos where boys were begging one or the other of the throuple for a pozzing. After watching several of these movies, Tom pulled the boy tenderly to his chest, moving Wes’s hands to stroke his growing cock. “You want that, too, right? Why?” Tom said. Wesley looked serious, his eyes black with Tina lust, and said “I want to be a part of your family Uncle Tom. Big Ed said he’d be my daddy and take care of me.” “Are you willing to do whatever it takes?” Tom said quietly, “Even get fucked brutally with all my metal and this thing here?” Tom reached beside himself to show Wes a big spiky cock ring. “This will tear you up inside and make your bleed—not a ton, but a little—and will make sure my poz seed makes your ours.” “Will it hurt?” Wes asked. “No more than other things you’ve done tonight,” Tom replied pointing as the screen. Wes’s eyes widened at the sight of dark haired young man with long lean muscle, begging Tom to hurt him and pozz him as Tom fucked him, slamming into him with the spiky piercing in place. Wes saw that Tom’s cock grew pink, and yet the boy urged Tom on and on. Eyes wide, Wes nodded, “I’ll do whatever it takes, Daddy Tom.” Tom made Wes kiss the spiky cock ring, and lick it. Tom used it on Wes’s nipples, and balls, and rolled it in his mouth, showing Wes that it wasn’t really sharp, just spiky and rough. Tom then picked him up and carried him to the bathroom alone. He closed the door—“You are mine alone to do with as I wish for several hours, boy,” Tom promised darkly—and made Wes get on his knees in the shower with his ass up and his chest to the floor. Tom speared the boys hole, pushing deep, with the hose of an enema bag containing the rest of the huge bottle of the throuple’s collected chempiss Ed had brought. When the boy was full he plugged him with an expandable plug, this one larger than the one they’d used before. and pumped it until Wes was clearly uncomfortable. Tom then sat on the shower bench and Wes gave his cock, balls and ass the very oral service he possibly could. Tom kept him plugged and locked for about an hour, at one point making him stand upside down in a handstand, Tom supporting him, to get the piss deep, then making him stand while Tom bit his nipples, and lightly punched his stomach, Tom enjoying the way the pain and strain made Wes’s perfect musculature look even more gorgeous. After about 45 minutes Wes was really struggling and so Tom took him in the shower and cuffed his hands behind his neck. He had the boy spread his legs as if he was going to let him released the pressure, but instead he began to slowly pump the plug more. When Wes started moaning he began to pump continuously until Wes was yelling, begging him to stop, but Tom didn’t stop until the plug was at its biggest. Wes had stopped yelling and was now crying silently. The pressure had forced the chempiss deeper though, and soon sweat was poring off him from a fresh high. Tom toyed with him now, pushing on the plug to try to lodge it deeper or brining it out just a few inches, the huge globe painfully stretching Wes’s asshole. Tom wanted to just reach in and yank the plug out fully inflated. And he’d done that many times and would someday soon to Wes, but he knew Ed had set parameters, and so he deflated the plug by about half before yanking it out, causing Wes to scream and then sigh as the potent piss shot out of his hole. Wes was barely coherent, but as Tom picked him up he was whispering “Use me please, daddy Tom, hurt me Daddy Tom.” Tom put the boy into the sling. He had the bedroom to himself, Julio and Big Ed having gone downstairs. The honor of pozzing the boy belonged to him, and so the boy was his alone for a while. Tom fucked the boy again, leaving in his big smooth ring, enjoying the boys hot hole. He was quite rough, spending time fucking at each of the boys sphincters. He slapped the boy, punched his stomach and pinched his chest. Wes was so high and so lost in bottomless desire, he egged it on, begging for the abuse. For a while, Tom tied Wes into a chair and put a pair of cruel spiked clamps on the boys small nipples. He tied up the boys balls tight, and hurt them, first by squeezing with his hands, and then with increasingly cruel hits with a small rubber hammer. Tom put Wes’s balls in a vise and turned the screw until Wes was groaning. Then he gagged the boy and cruely bit on his tits, chewing them until they were red. Finally, wiped the boys tits down with alcohol, and got out some little packages of needles. As he unwrapped one, he held it up to Wes’s face. Wes’s eyes widened. “Did you think,” Tom said, “That I wouldn’t notice that you had several videos that included piercing on your playlist? Well I did, so let’s help you experience that fantasy.” As Tom spoke, he slowly pushed the needle in. At first Wes just groaned, but by the time the needle came out the other side, he was screaming around the gag. Tom then went to the other side and did the other, and this time Wes screamed quickly and then hung his head, panting in pain. Tom let the boy sit, his head hanging in subjugation, for a few minutes while he changed out his cock ring to the spiky one. He then removed the gag and made Wes deepthroat his cock, the spiky cock ring causing the boy’s throat some pain. After he’d roughed the boys throat up a bit more, Tom knelt by the boy’s head, “If you join us, your sexual life will be to take what we give out when we give it out, no questions. Do you understand?” Wes looked up, the pain bringing his awareness into sharp focus, “Yes Uncle Tom, please use me for your pleasure, hurt me, pozz me, I want to be yours.” So Tom removed the needles, Wes hissing as Tom applied rubbing alcohol and squealing as Tom covered the sore nipples with triple antiobiotic salve. Tom unbound Wes and picked him up, kissing Wes passionately. Tom carried the boy over to the sling, telling him what a good boy he was. When he had the boy restrained in the sling Tom paused and admired the boy, already begging his Uncle Tom to fuck him. The boy really was a trouper. Tom had treated many inexperienced 18 year olds this harshly, and few had tried so hard to suck it up and take it. Tom left the boy and went over—just out of Wes’s sight—to prepare his long cock. Tom greased it up with a thick lube, and then proceeded to press Tina shards in every nook and crannie created by all of his metal. He would slow fuck the boy first, each shift in direction rolling the metal and delivering burning shards of Tina to Wes’s hole. While each would hurt, that would also build on the fire already burning in the kids pussy, a fire that Tom would then brutally feed into an inferno, as the spiky cock ring, slowly at first and then with increasing brutality stretched and tore the soft lining of the boys insides. Ton walked over a smiled down cruelly. Tom pulled the boy’s pussy open, and lined his cock up, and then he slammed his long brutally metaled cock all the way home. Wes was rigid, his mouth open in a silent howl, and then he started screaming as his body processed the burn of the top coating of Tina. Tom waited until the boy subsided as the Tina turned to desire, then he shifted his angle inside the boy, giving a little slow fuck, and deposited another set of sharp burning shards. Wes gave a series of sharp cries, as over the next few minutes Tom shifted around to try to expose the various sides of his metal and deliver the boy a huge and wild booty bump. Tom slow fucked the boy, letting his metal drag around inside the boypussy slowly. Wes was in a constant state of uncertainty, one minute craving the feeling the next minute hurting. Tom made Wes squeeze and suckle his long cock with his ass, then pulling out or pushing in, making the boys hole sore. As the Tina took over, Tom increased the speed of the fuck, slamming into the boy and then the boy’s hole grasping at him as Tom pulled his cock out. Wes began to crave the destruction, and began begging Tom to use him. Tom fucked him this way for a long time —over an hour —before pulling out and ramming a long dildo in the boy. Tom smoked a bowl as he used the dildo to fuck the boy, keeping Wes horned and begging, “Please Uncle Tom, need cock, need your cock, need hurt.” After he finished the bowl, Tom went over and recoated his cock with shards. The boy was already beyond fucked up, but Tom wanted him to be nothing but a hole. And Tom knew little Wes ‘s his already bruised and battered hole would absorb the Tina even faster, bringing the boy higher and higher. Tom yanked the big toy out and speared the boy again. The boy responded to the burning with a cry, then his ass immediately clamped down, milking the big cock,craving the Tina burn. “Red hot poker, fuck me, feels so good,” Wes began chanting. No longer bothering to be slow, Tom began fucking and changing his angles as the boy quivered and shook as his hole felt stung over and over. He removed the boys restraints, and keeping his cock buried, turned the boy onto his hands and knees on the bed, Wes screamed briefly as his hole was rotated around the hard cock, pulling and shifting in new ways and delivering a coulple more shards. Without missing a best Tom kept fucking, and he fucked Wesley in every position imaginable. He fucked him harder and harder, and then when his cock began to turn very light pink, Tom grabbed Wes around his chest, forcing the perfect body to arch like a bow, and he drilled him as deep as he could for about half an hour more before letting loose a giant load. Wes was a mess, his butt red from Tom’s spanking, his neck and shoulder showing the imprint of where the bigger man had choked him, his muscular stomach and back glistening with sweat, and yet he still pushed and pulsed his ass around Tom’s cock, begging to be fucked. Tom pulled out and then plugged and blindfolded the boy. Tom then placed him on the bed and used the cuffs to position his ass up with his wrists cuffed to his ankles. He then sat on the bed and made the boy use his mouth to clean up his cock before feeding him, another load of piss. He then pissed on a jock and stuffed it in the boys mouth and then gagged the boy, making sure the jock was hanging out of the gag and wouldn’t get sucked in and choke the boy to death. As he left he bent down and said, “Stay here boy and let Uncle Tom’s swimmers soak in your ass.” Wesley just smiled a crooked, fucked-up smile, and said, “Thank you, sir.”

"Guess who's downstairs?" I said. "Cousin Martin. He has a message for you, apparently." The old man ignored me, sliding happily in and out of Peter's arsehole and obviously set on working to a climax. Peter gave a low moan of pleasure and sagged over the sofa. "Be there in a minute!" He gasped, licking his lips with pleasure. I grinned and left them to it. Downstairs was getting busier. The doorbell rang, but there was no sign of Bill. I let the customer in, gave him a key then went into the sitting room. As I expected, Bill was there with Martin. The lad was lying back on an old sofa with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. Bill was kneeling between his legs fondling his small dick which was stiff and wet. Martin's face was flushed and sweaty , and he was inhaling a bottle of poppers like it was nectar. "Ahh, there you are." Said Bill. "Martin here is just relaxing, aren't you Martin?" There was just a groan in reply and I realised the poor thing was flying on poppers and out of it. Bill gave me an evil grin. "I think it might be nice to show Martin around as Peter is busy, shall we?" I helped the lad off with his tee shirt. Bill helped him to his feet and he stumbled out of his trousers and pants. His body was smooth and rather rubbery with a floppy belly over his tiny cock with its fuzz of ginger hair. He smiled vaguely at me and his face and chest were flushed red from the poppers. "This way, Martin." Said Bill "Come and see our nice basement." I could tell Bill was really excited. His cock was stiff and drooling as we took Martin by the arms and guided him over to the basement steps. Bill grabbed a torch and we wet down. It was hot, smelly and pitch black, but we could sense other bodies in the space around us. Bill flicked on the torch and we saw there were at least half a dozen men. They were real denizens, older, pozzed and depraved. An old man was bent over the couch in the corner being fucked by another man with sagging buttocks and veiny legs. "Oh my!" Martin's eyes went wide and his expression was a comical mixture of surprise, horror and curiosity. Gently, Bill held the bottle to his nose and Martin sagged against me as the poppers did their work. The men weren't bothered about the torchlight. Several turned to look at us, and I saw them nudge each other and indicate Martin's body. From somewhere, Bill produced a tube of lube. He smeared a dollop on his finger and began to rub it between Martin's ample buttocks. "Wha... what are you doing?" He slurred as I parted his buttocks so Bill could lube him up. "Just a little lube, Martin. Doesn't that feel nice? His finger was flicking in and out and Martin groaned in surprise. "oooh!" He said " Feels good!" Bill raised an eye and indicated the couch. "I think it's time we got Martin here pregnant, don't you? He whispered. I nodded in agreement. We eased him forward and the little group of trolls parted to let us to the couch. Gently, Bill pushed Martin face down so he was bent over the slimey plastic. He told him to rest his head on his arms, gave him more poppers and stroked his head. "Who wants to be first?" He said. Beside us, the man fucking the other troll stopped and pulled out his cock. He was probably in his fifties, but looked older with a pot belly and spindly legs. A faded biohazard tattoo adorned his belly. He grasped his cock in his veiny fist. It was drooling cum and slick with lube. "Don't mind if I do!" He grinned. He got behing the upraised bottom, positioned his cock and began to push it into Martin's arse. "Oww!" He cried and began to struggle. Bill held his shoulders down as I opened the bottle and put the poppers under his nose "Easy! " Said Bill. " Just relax and let him fuck you" He stroked Martin's head. The poppers took effect and I heard Martin gasp as his body relaxed. The man grunted with satisfaction, pushed forward and sank his cock into the young body. He began to thrust gently in and out. Martin's gasps of pain turned to sobs of pleasure as he lay there being sodomised for the first time. The man's thrusts became more urgent and he announced he was going to come. "You poz, I take it?" Said Bill. "Oh yeah, gasped the man. "Really toxic" Martin heard the exchange and said "N..noo...wait" but he made no move to get up as the other trolls clustered round and stroked his body. The man gave a great grunt of release and thrust hard into Martin, his sagging buttocks quivering as he spurted. "There, there Martin." Said Bill as he bent and kissed his cheek. " It's in you now, Why not be a good little pig and let these other gentlemen have their turn?" With that we left him there as a second man got into position... "

I walked through the airport, feeling Adrian's cum dripping out of my ass. I made it through security and found my gate. Adrian was nowhere to be seen. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a woman told me that it looks like I may have sat in something. My face went beet red, knowing exactly what it was. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and noticed that there was a small wet circle in my shorts. Adrian's cum had seeped out my ass and made a wet spot. It was very noticeable against the fabric. I wiped my ass, trying to clean up any cum that had leaked out, and then went back to the gate. Since I had nothing to change into, I had no alternatives other than to keep wearing the shorts with the cum stain on the back. I'm sure I was a sight to see with a hickey's on my neck and cum stains on my shorts. My cock went rock hard thinking about this. I sat back at the gate, finding a spot to sit down and hide the stain on my shorts. I got a text message on my phone. I pulled it out to see it was from "Daddy". I opened it and read it. "You look like such a whore. I can see the cum stain on your shorts" . I looked around to try and find where he was, because obviously he was close. I saw him sitting against the windows, 4 rows over from where I was sitting. I didn't know what to say back and just ignored it. I got another text, and looked down to see it was from my girlfriend. "Can't wait to see you babe!". I felt so bad, knowing that I was about to break her heart. I texted back, "Me too. Think we need to talk when I get there". She responded, asking what was up. I ignored her and boarded the plane a short time later. I was sitting toward the back of the plane, hoping to catch a glimpse of Adrian, secretly hoping but not hoping he would be sitting close to me. I saw him sit up in business class, and my hopes were dashed. Of course hes in business class I thought to myself. The plane took off and we arrived several hours later. My ass felt wet the whole time, and I just knew the 3 loads marinating in me were still leaking out. When we landed, I got a text from "Daddy". All it said was "let me know when you're ready". I responded with a "yes sir". I met my girlfriend at the curbside pickup. When I got into the car she immediately saw the hickey's on my neck and told me I was a fucking piece of shit, and that she knew I had cheated on her. "I guess I know what you wanted to talk about, we are fucking done get the fuck out of my car. I hope one night with a whore was worth losing me!!". I looked over to see her crying. Little did she know that I was in fact the whore, and I had been dicked down the night before by a big cock. I got out of the car, and sat on the sidewalk with my two suitcases as she sped off. "That went suprisingly well", I thought to myself. I pulled out my phone, and for some reason I had butterflies in my stomach and my hand shook as I text "Daddy". All I said was "It's over sir". He responded and asked where I was, and that he would be pulling up soon in a black Jeep. No more than a few minutes later did Adrian pull up in his Jeep. My stomach fluttered in anticipiation as to what was about to happen. This was completely uncharted territory for me, and I was nervous about what the next step was going to bring. I loaded my stuff into his Jeep, and sat in the front seat as he drove off. Adrian rubbed his big hand up my thigh, inside my shorts, stroking my hard cock. "You did such a good job today fuck slut. Daddy's so fucking proud you did the right thing. I'm in charge of you now. Your life is about to fucking change. A few rules. You do everything I say, no limits, and you call me Sir or Daddy from now on. Is that clear?", he firmly asked. "Yes.. Sir", I responded. We kept driving down the interstate, mostly in silence, as I did not know what to say our do. Adrian grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch. I started rubbing at his now hardening cock, and before long it was rock hard. I needed this cock in my ass. Adrian kept his hand on my thigh, moving it up and down close to my cock. They way he rubbed my leg reminded me of the way I used to rub my girlfriends leg when we were in the car. We passed the exit to go toward my school, where I thought Adrian was taking me. "Uh..um..Sir..I think you missed the exit to my school". Adrian responded, not even looking at me "We ain't going to your school". My heart skipped a beat, and it felt like I had a frog in my throat. Thank god today was only Saturday, and classes don't start until Monday, I thought to myself. Buys me a little extra time to deal with whatever Adrian's gonna put me through. We kept driving for a short time, before pulling up to a modest house in the suburbs. Adrian pulled into the garage and lowered the door down behind us. "Get the fuck out of the car, leave your shit in here, you won't be needing it". We both got out of the car and walked into the house. As we stood in the entryway Adrian snapped at me "Get your fucking clothes off. From now on when you're in this house your naked or in a jock, and since you don't have any jocks right now looks like you're gonna be naked". I stood there, thinking that I had gotten myself in over my head. I felt a slap to my face, and I saw red and white lights. "WE DON'T HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY!!", Adrian yelled. I got myself together and started to strip out of my shorts and shirt. Adrian told me to take my sneakers off, but to leave my tube socks on. He told me to fucking kneel in front of him, and I complied, not wanting to get hit again. "Wait the fuck here", Adrian told me, has he disappeared back into the house. At this point I knew I probably shouldn't be here, and worried about what was going to happen to me. I realized that nobody even knew where I was. Adrian returned, carrying several items with him. The first thing that I saw was a large ball with two bands that came out of it, with clasps on each end. The ball had marks all over it, which I later realized were teeth marks from other people. This gag had obviously seen some shit. "Open your mouth, I'm gonna gag you so we don't bother the neighbors". Adrian pulled the ball tight in my mouth, and secured the strap firmly around my head. My jaw was immediately sore, and I started leaking saliva out of the corners of my mouth. It was so fucking uncomfortable, but all I could do was whimper into the gag. Next Adrian put a strap around my neck and secured it. I quickly realized that he had put a black leather collar around me neck. "Look at my fucking prize. You don't know what you just fucking signed up for, fag boy. You look so fucking innocent right now". I felt Adrian grab the ring on my collar and drag me down the hallway. My rock hard cock was bouncing in front of me. "How the fuck could I be hard in a moment like this?", I thought to myself. I was scared shitless. Adrian drug me through his master bedroom and into a big master bathroom attached to the bedroom. "Daddy's gonna teach you how to prep that pussy to be fucked. I expect you to have this pussy prepped everytime you come over to be fucked and bred". He turned on the shower, and I saw some contraption with a long hose hanging from the shower head. "Getting in the fucking shower!" Adrian snapped, and I quickly obeyed, stripping off my socks and getting in. Adrian spanked my ass as I walked by. Once in the shower Adrian shoved the hose up my ass, and turned a nozzle that started filling my ass with water. He filled it so full I felt like my stomach was going to explode. "Hold that water in there until I fucking tell you to let it out. If you dump it early you're gonna be really fucking sorry". My stomach started to cramp, and it was so fucking uncomfortable. Right before I felt like I was going to lose control, Adrian let me push it all out. He repeated his process several times. "You keep doing this shit until that waters clear. That means that boy pussy is ready to be fucked". I nodded my head, signalling I understood. Adrian yanked me out of the shower and dried me off. With the ball gag still in my mouth, he told me to put my fuck socks back on because he likes them on when he fucks me. Saliva was still dripping out of the corners of my mouth and my jaw was so fucking sore. I was led to the bedroom and bent over the side of the bed with my face down in the mattress. My feet were on the floor with my ass sticking up in the air. "Don't fucking move". I heard Adrian walking away and then shortly later, walking back. He picked up my head by the hair and the room suddenly went dark. Adrian had put a hood over my head, that left my mouth exposed. I then felt Adrian secure my wrists behind my back, with what felt like leather bands on my wrists that were clipped together. Scared to move, I held that position as Adrian moved around the room. I could feel the air moving around me from him and his feet walking on the floor. I felt so fucking vulnerable, in this guys house, blinded by a hood, gagged, and my hands behind my back. After what felt like several minutes, but was probably not actually that long, I felt Adrian standing behind me again. All I could hear was his breathing. Suddenly there was a loud "crack" in the room, as something hit my ass cheeks. Whatever it was hurt like hell and caused my ass cheeks to burn. "Daddy likes to remind his boys whos in charge. I want to give you a taste of what to expect if you every disobey me or let me down. I'm gonna give this ass 10 spanks with my paddle before I fuck another poz load into you". I groaned, but bit into the gag trying to stay strong. He started paddling my ass again, and every strike stung more and more. It hurt so fucking bad. Tears were running down my cheeks into the bed. I counted out 10 strikes in my head, and hoped this was finally over. I felt what I assumed was the paddle fall on the bed next to me. I could feel Adrian moving behind me again before I felt the dull object pushing at my ass hole. I heard him spit onto my ass crack before he started pushing his big cock into me, using only his spit as lube. "Just my spit is all this ass should need to take this cock boy. Get used to this". He slowly sunk his cock into me before I felt the familiar scatching at my ass cheeks from his pubic hair, meaning he was balls deep. My ass was sore from my cherry being broken the night before, but this time the pain turned to pleasure much quicker. I realized how much I was really starting to like having this cock in my ass. "Fuck this pussy. Fucking fag. Give me this fucking ass. I'm gonna ruin this ass. Gonna knock you up" . Adrian had grabbed my hips and was deep fucking me. All I could do was whimper into the gag, the cock felt so good. I felt myself pushing back onto his cock, trying to get more. "Fucking fag likes this big fucking cock". I felt Adrian tense up, and a few seconds later he was unloading another poz load up my ass. "Uhhh...take that dirty load", he yelled out as he slammed his cock in and out of my, seeding my ass with his poz cum. It surprised me how ok with this I was. He pulled out, leaving my ass gaping, before pulling my collar. "Get this fucking hog cleaned up". I got to my knees and cleaned up his cock, licking all my juices and his cum off. "We gotta work on that mouth boy. You need to learn how to take a cock up that mouth properly". The hood was suddenly pulled from my head and I was blinded by the light in the room. I was happy to see again, even if I was still gagged and my hands restrained. I was drug by the collar out to the living room, where Adrian sat down on the couch. He spread his legs and he told me to "get down there, time for a lesson". I felt him unlatch the ball gag and he took it from my mouth and dropped in on the floor next to me. For the next two hours, Adrian watched TV and smoked a cigar, while coaching me on how to work his cock in my mouth. He would grab head and work it up and down while I sputtered and gagged. Before long my face, chest, and his cock were full of my slobber. He held my head in place while he fucked my mouth like a piston. "Suck that big fucking cock you faggot. Look at you little white bitch gaggin on that big cock. Fucking worthless slut". I was slapped in the face every time I did something that Adrian didn't like. Slowly, over time, I was able to get more and more cock into my mouth before I was finally able to deep throat his full cock. Everytime Adrain was getting close to blowing a load, he would pull me off his cock until he was backed down enough for me to start sucking again. "Gotta save that cum for your pussy. Daddy still has to get you pregnant". Deepthroating his cock really seemed to make Adrian happy with me. "Thats how that mouth is supposed to be used. Just think yesterday you thought you liked fucking women, now both of your holes have been converted to please my cock. And all my friends cocks." Friends cocks? "What the fuck" I thought to myself. Seeing the apprehension in my face, Adrian told me "yeah thats right. I'm gonna share you with all my friends. We are gonna get these holes used". I wasn't sure if I was looking forward to this or scared shitless, but what choice did I have? Adrian pulled me into the bedroom and fucked me two more times, putting two more poz loads in my ass. Before going to sleep, Adrian opened a drawer and pulled something that looked like a large tear drop out. "This is gonna plug that boy ass. We gotta keep that cum in there so it can marinate over night and let my poz swimmers work their magic." He shoved the large plug up my ass, big enough to make me feel full, but not hurt. Adrian unhooked my wrists, which had been behind my back for the last few hours. My shoulders hurt like hell has the blood rushed back into them. "Get in the fucking bed fag". I laid next to Adrian, and he was the big spoon to my little spoon. It was crazy how a man who could be beating my ass and calling me a faggot one second, seemed to flip a switch and have a soft spot for me the next. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all under that tough guy attitude.

I like psychos.

I started Doxy PEP on recommendation from my doctor here in Washington, DC. I get tested every 3-4 months and get an STI maybe every other year. But, my doctor recommended it for me several months after this year's Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL). MAL is a huge leather, sex-filled event held in DC every year. And every year my doctor, who has a large gay patient base, sees PLENTY of STIs in the weeks following MAL. However, Doxy PEP was available at MAL this year for all attendees for free and those guys took advantage of it. And this year, my doctor saw no STIs like he usually does from MAL attendees. ZERO. ZILCH. So far, good enough for me!

Depends on fucked up (drunk or high or sober....) that's the main factor, I used to lose interest after I came.... but, now.... I want to make sure they get off after I've cum.... kinda want the whole thing with them and don't mind them pounding my hole once I've cum. LOL

Agreed with the points stated here. Would also add that the apps have become more and more about Instant gratification so it seems harder than before to just plan something even for an hour later. The more time I spend on the apps the more I just want to go cruising outside or in the bars and be happy with the choice that’s there instead of this endless chase for hotness / whatever. IRL meets over that any day of the week!

This is my favourite way of getting bred. No awkward chat, or waiting for someone to make a move, just waiting face down and ass up for them to walk in and use me. There's been occasions where I've not even seen their face, they've just dumped a load, muttered "thanks" and left.

You don't need me to tell you, but you're a good man. Your nephew has a really great uncle.

i was 21 years with my ex husband, some of the very happiest years of my life. 3 years post divorce and im still heartbroken. but we didn't get match-made by doris fucking day in a pristine rose garden. i met him when he was a nameless dude trying to suck my cock in the steam room at the gym. stop ghosting guys you have sex with and trying to blame fucking grindr for your being single. it's an app. nothing more. you want a relationship, put the fucking work in.

Chapter 2: Douglas I was still fucking horny as I left Byron's place filled with his load because I hadn't cum yet. It was daytime outside but extremely cloudy (wink) so thankfully my eyes adjusted as I went back to my car. I figured out that my next stop would be one of the spas, as I could keep the party going as long as I needed to, so I headed to one of the more famous ones in town. As I parked, I saw on the nearby icon that another guy I had been talking with had hit me up. Douglas was in his 40's, blond, 6'5, and a nice chest. He also looked to have the same size cock as Byron's, which made my hole quiver. Turns out that Douglas was already in the spa and wanted to see me; since it was my first time he said he would meet me out front and guide me in. I walked to the front and checked in, and on the other side of the door he was standing there, smiling and naked as the day he was born. His huge cock was swinging slightly, and was even bigger in person; he had understated his size. Clearly 10 inches of pure white meat primed to pummel a lucky winner - me! "Hey stud", Douglas said, as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed my mouth, while his fingers snaked into my wet hole. "Been busy already I see. I like that!" "Yeah, just partied with a guy and he filled me up good", I whispered, as we walked through the dark maze. I could dimly see the shadows of other naked men walking around, and the noise of others groaning in pleasure in the distance. "Excellent - we can continue in my room then. You better be ready to stay all day cause I got everything we need to last until tomorrow," Douglas murmured, holding my hand as we traversed the corridor. Finally, as we stopped in front of room 69, he fished out a key, opened the door and we walked in. Room 69 turned out to be quite spacious. In front of me was a full floor to ceiling mirror, and to the left was what looked like a full size "bed". Opposite the bed was a TV playing bareback porn from Treasure Island Media, and then on the right side was a sling. A fan was turned on, attached to the ceiling. "Helps with the smoke", he said. I saw all of Douglas's supplies laid out on the space next to the bed - poppers, lube, loaded bong, and some tiny bottles of G to the side. Douglas closed the door and immediately pinned me against the kissing me and jerking our growing cocks together with one hand. I could feel the heat emanate from his monster as he furiously made out with me, until it was standing at the full 10 inches. I dropped down and took him into my mouth, trying to fit as much dick inside until it hit the back of my throat. Douglas forcefully face-fucked me as I choked on him, until I almost passed out. The assault continued for at least 5 minutes before he finally relented, pulling the entire length out as I gasped for air. "Fuck yeah you're such a good cocksucking slut," Douglas grinned as he pulled me up and smacked me on my ass. We migrated to the bed and he grabbed the G before mixing it in a bottle of Gatorade. "Drink up", he took a swig of the cocktail before passing to me. I gulped it down and then lit the bong, desperate to get higher. As the white smoke danced in the bowl, I sucked in a fat hit and passed it to Douglas's mouth, as we hungrily shotgunned each other. As we kept doing shotgun after shotgun, I could feel my desire for him grow - a need for us to ravage each other's insides. Finally, after we depleted the bowl, we couldn't help ourselves anymore. To my surprise, Douglas motioned me to lay down and grabbed the lube and poppers. As he slowly lathered my slick cock, he positioned himself over me, took a big hit of poppers and slowly started sitting down. "O my FUCKING god", I exclaimed, as I felt the inside of a man for the first time. Douglas was staring at me intensely, his blue eyes piercing my soul as he slowly pierced himself on my hard prick. His hole felt so smooth and warm, gripping my cock lovingly with his inner walls as he descended. Finally, as I felt him bottom out, we both breathed a sigh of content, as though this is where we were meant to be all along. "Surprise!" Douglas smiled at me. "You like that baby?" "Fuck yeah dude that feels amazing. I wasn't expecting that but it feels so good," I replied. Douglas then slowly started gyrating his hips, causing my whole body to shiver. As he massaged my cock with his cunt, Douglas started slowly lifting back up and then, with one fell swoop, slammed his ass all the way down on my cock balls deep. "FUCK", we both exclaimed. It was clear that Douglas was a pro - he kept up his pace as he slowly bounced up and down on me. A few times, I came close to cumming and had to stop him, but managed to hold him off. I felt like taking control so I pushed him forward onto his back, and began to thrust hard into him missionary style. "Yeah give it to me good baby," Douglas panted, as I rammed into him with no mercy. From this vantage point, I could see his eyes glazed over, as we felt the effects of the chems. I leaned down and placed small kisses on his square jaw, then on his cheek, and finally on his luscious lips. The world seemed to fade away as we kept fucking, a tangled duo of sweaty bodies. After about 15 minutes, I could feel my orgasm starting to build and starting picking up the pace. Douglas could sense that I was cumming soon as he held onto my for dear life, his hole getting frantically jackhammered. Finally, after what felt like a minute, I felt what felt like a delayed pause and then my cock exploded inside him. "Ugh ugh ugh ugh," I screamed into his mouth, as I felt shot after shot erupt. He expertly squeezed his hole & milked my cock, and I felt what seemed to be an aftershock as my whole body shuddered. I lay on top of Douglas for another couple of minutes, lazily making out with him as my cock stayed nestled inside him. Eventually, though, it popped out and I clambered off of him. I realized that he hadn't even fucked me yet, and though I just had what felt like the best cum of my life I was still hungry for his meat. "Don't you worry boy," Douglas said, as he started to pack up his things. "Change of plans, we're going to go back to my place for part 2. I hope you're ready."

Within moments the room began to dim and Tom was either asleep or dreaming that he was. He was so relaxed, everything except his big cock. Tom thought he saw a smile on Coach's face, but his mind was awash and he was sure he was dreaming. Coach walked over to the cot and Helped Tom onto his knees, then moved his shoulders down, an his head to one side. Odd, Tom felt totally comfortable. Then Tom felt a hand pulling at his ass, then two, then a warm breath on his hole as the hands tried to open his crack even wider. It wasn't long and a something wet was at Tom's hole. He couldn't see and didn't know what it was. He knew it felt amazing. Tom tried to talk but only moaned. "You like that, boy?" Coach asked. mmmmmm was all Tom could manage. "If you like that you will like what is coming even more, it was Coaches voice. Coach used his wet tongue to poke and poke at that hairy hole. Tom's responses were only more moans. Soon, Coach had opened a nice bottle of the slickest lube known to man. Coach said, "You ready for a finger or two or four, boy?" Tom only moaned in answer. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Coach worked his index finger into Tom's puckering hole. Amazingly, it responded by winking like an eye as the finger came out. After a few more single digit penetrations, Coach added his middle finger. Tom's moans egged him on. Soon it was three fingers. By the time Coach added a thumb with his pinky finger out like on a teacup, Tom was open. Beautiful cunt was all Coach could think. The plan was working. Tom would remember only the pleasure tomorrow, believing it was all a dream and beg coach for more of his sleep potion. But first things first. Coach had a big hand but was determined to get inside the 19 year old's ass with his hand. He would dig for the quarterback's prostrate and milk him. He will pump that prostate like a squeeze bulb forcing out quarterback juice. Slowly, patiently, Coach opened the beautiful hole wider and wider until, Eureka, the whole hand slid in. Coach saw the boy in extasy as his prostate was pushed and pumped and prodded. Soon, the flow began and coach was going to keep it flowing. After 2 hours, the player seemed spent. Coach slid his hand out, pulled the soaked towel out from under the boy, and lay him down. Surprisingly or not, the quarterback's cock remained rock hard. In the morning, Coach would double the dose in Tom's juice. Coach was up and ready at 6am. He woke Tom at 6:30. Tom was so groggy and Coach handed him a cup of his special coffee, this time with a stimulant. He ushered Tom to his bunk in the dormitory. Tom lay down in time for the blast of the 7 am wakeup. More to come if you want it.

Zeke watched the boy trying to concentrate with amusement. He was a cute thing, a couple years younger than Tommy with a slim build, pale skin, freckles and white cap on top of a mop of red air that made him look like a matchstick. He had taken one look at Zeke when he had arrived with the florist to help set up for the wedding, blushed as his eyes darted to the bulge in Zeke’s pants and been a total wreck ever since Zeke perversely found every excuse to be near the blushing young man he could. “Stop that and let the poor boy work” Tommy said as Zeke inspected a painting of some cows in the ballroom and absently adjusted his large bulge ten feet away from his admirer The boy saw Tommy and blushed even more. At 22 Tommy was a testament to young virile masculinity. He had filled out in their four years together and brown fur now lightly covered his torso and chest peeking from under the tank top he wore. The bulge in his pants was substantial and Zeke swore that Tommy’s balls and shaft were heftier than when they met Tommy dragged Zeke from the room as the boy almost dropped a large floral arrangement “He may as well be screaming I’m a virgin and I want you two to change that! ” Tommy chuckled as they walked away “And I have every intention of doing just that” Zeke said with an evil smile “Just wait till after the wedding” Tommy said “If you mess up the flowers Jason and Alex will pull your chest hairs out one at a time while Mark and Jet hold you down and I won’t raise a finger to stop them. Well maybe I will. I’m not sure I could get to sleep without your chest hair tickling my nose” The wedding went off without a hitch. There wasn’t even a “straight” cousin to come out of the closet and propose to another man to interrupt the reception like at Tommy and Zeke’s wedding. Jeff did check just to make sure before he and Mike sung “Heartsong” as the two couples had their first dance though The next day the carrot top buy returned alone to disassemble everything but found that the household staff had expertly done it for him and all he had to do was load it in the van Zeke and Tommy just happened to ambled by as he finished “I guess you have the morning off since they saved you so much work” Tommy said “I guess so, Oh! My name is Red” he boy said still blushing but holding out his hand “Descriptive” Tommy said “Mom says it was either ‘Red’ or ‘Seven hours of trying to push a watermelon through a straw’ so I am happy with Red” he replied “I like your mom already” Tommy laughed "Yeah" Red said and he looked a little upset "Mom is always making up funny stories to explain what she does or didn't do. Most of them are true" then he seemed to brighten “Since you have all this free time, why don't you come with us? We can have some fun and show you a thing or two” Zeke said in his sexy, sultry “hunting neg boys” voice “What kind of fun?” Red asked though the tent in the front of his pants showed he had some suspicions With his typical bluntness that never failed Zeke said “I thought we could take you to our dungeon, tie you down and spend the morning breeding you and infecting you with HIV” Red looked shocked and said “I have never even been fucked or tied up. Let alone bred and infected” “In a couple of hours none of those things will be true anymore” Zeke said guiding the redhead through the door and towards their bedroom Tommy always marveled at how men just accepted that they were going to spend the rest of their lives with HIV when Zeke announced it. Of course Tommy had been one of those men four years ago. The only difference between him and the others was that they had fallen in love at the same time. It took a while to admit it. though They took Red to the dungeon attached to their room and together they stripped him then had him stand so they could admire him. He was tall and lean. His height made him seem skinnier than he actually was in fact he was almost the same height and build as Zeke, just softer not as muscularly developed as years of dancing with Tommy and even before had made the older man His cock was thick and veiny under it’s neat bush of ginger pubes and his balls were large and hung low Except for his pubes he was smooth and hairless even under his arms but body hair would have hidden that perfect skin, cream colored with freckles that looked like a great artist had placed each one perfectly to enhance his over all beauty. His features were perfectly even with ice blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and his full lipped mouth. Lips the color of rose petals, turned unconsciously sultry when he smiled his lopsided smile "He’s perfect" Zeke thought felling a connection to this young man, a familiarity that went beyond the normal attraction he had for pretty neg boys. Tommy felt more than the normal attraction for Red too. There was something in the way he moved, the way he stood and that smile that resonated in his mind and soul. Sort of like what he had first felt for Jason but not quit the same. Red stood under their scrutiny so long he started to get nervous “Is there something wrong?” He asked “No, it’s just except for My Tommy I have never seen a more perfectly beautiful boy” Zeke said honestly and Tommy could only nod in agreement Zeke felt a need to be in this young man, to breed him, to make sure he carried his virus in his blood forever. The only person he had felt similarly on first meeting for at first was Tommy They strapped him dace down on the X shaped cross and for some reason Zeke picked up a leather switch and experimentally swatted the boy’s ass. A low moan came from Red’s lips so Zeke expertly gave a single blow to his back that would sting for a second then fade Red’s cock started to swell “Do you want me to stop?” Zeke asked There was a pause then Red said “No” “Have you been spanked or switched before?” Zeke asked “No, not even my parents ever aid a hand on me” he said Tommy watched the tender care with which Zeke hurt this boy. “This is how he is when he sends me into one of my pain trances” Tommy thought. He had never been able to watch Zeke’s face while he practiced his art like this and rather than being jealous he loved his Zeke even more Red’s cock was dripping by the time Zeke stopped There was an energy in the room Tommy and Zeke both felt. They looked into each other’s eyes and Tommy nodded knowing what Zeke was going to do and wanting it just as much “I’m going to fuck you now and I won’t pull out when I cum and neither will Tommy. From this day forward you will belong to us and our virus will bind you. None of this is up for discussion. This is just how it’s going to be. You are part of us we were missing and now that we have found you we will never let you go” Red nodded as if he had been expecting these words Zeke stepped up behind him and in one agonizingly slow thrust slid into Red’s virgin ass as easy he slid into Tommy’s though Red did gasp in pain and had to bite his lip to keep from cumming Zeke fucked him with a tenderness he never showed most of his victims. He kissed his creamy shoulder and pinched his nipples as he ground along that inner spot making the ginger boy moan. Zeke did his best to make Red’s first fuck as pleasurable as possible. To make it special. “here comes my seed, my toxic HIV cum to make you ours forever” he whispered as he came deep inside, painting those silky inner walls with virus tainted cum Zeke squeezed the man who’s life he had just changed forever then stepped back as Tommy slid in and made love to this perfect boy who had just burst so unexpectedly into their lives and hearts, This was stronger that what they had had with Jason and more permanent and they both knew it, Red was here to stay Tommy stroked Red’s cock as he slid in and out and they came together as Tommy added his tainted seed to Zeke's Zeke slipped a plug into Red’s ass then belted it in place before releasing him. They all dressed and Zeke led them to the seating area in front of the fireplace in their bedroom “That was much more than i expected” Red said “Did you mean all that because I sure hope you did” I have seen hot men before but I felt connected to each of you the moment I laid eyes on you” “Zeke never lies or breaks promises. The only time I have heard him say anything remotely like that was the night we met. He told me he was going to make me his and change my life, ti teach me to pleasure him while he hurt me. He offered me enslavement and HIV and he did all that and more” Tommy said Zeke reached over and took his hand “Did I ever tell you how overwhelmed I was by meeting you?” He asked Tommy. “I knew though I didn’t admit it to myself that you would change me even more than I changed you and it scared the hell out of me” “”No you never told me that and you didn't showed a hint of it at the time. I love you for admitting it now though” Tommy said smiling “Anyway he meant it and if I had been the one to say it to you I think I would have used almost the exact same words. You are part of us that was missing but we never knew and we have no intentions of losing you again" Tommy said ‘Do you still live with your parents?” Zeke asked “With my mom. Dad passed a few years ago” Red said “I have been looking for an apartment because I think mom wants to start dating and that would be hard with me around “You may as well move in here. You are going to end up here with us eventually so what drag it out” Tommy said “I could move this weekend” Red said and they all felt a tension ease as that was settled “I do need to get back to work and drop off the van” Red said “It’s my last day because I want a few weeks off before I start school in the city this fall. It’s taken me two years to save up enough” “What school are you going to attend?” Zeke asked Red gave the name of the school Tommy had graduated from just the year before and said “I’m a dancer and they are the best dance program” Tommy and Zeke just stared at each other for a moment then started to laugh As they walked Red back to his van they passed Zeke’s parents coming down the hall, They had been at the wedding yesterday and had imbibed a bit to much. Zeke had put them up in one of the spare bedrooms and they being late risers were just now pre[paring to head home. As the three men walked past Zeke’s parent’s eyes widened, they both looked shocked and upset looking at Red but Red walked past them without a smile and a nod "It's good to see you two. You should stop by and see mom when you get a chance" They saw Red to his van, both of them kissing him before he got in and drove off then they turned to see Zeke’s parents in the door looking even more upset and even a little sick “Ok” Zeke said as the dust from the van settled “What the hell has gotten into you two? You both have seen Tommy and I kiss other boys before” “Not that boy! Never that boy!” Zeke's dad said with some heat “Calm down Roger" Zeke’s mother said “There is no way he could have know” then she took Zeke’s hand in hers “You can’t kiss that boy because genetically he is your half brother Zeke” and everything fell apart and fell into place at the same time. They all sat by the pool and Tommy brought out some iced tea for them to drink As he poured them all a glass Zeke remembers that though his mom was usually a blond. when she let , wer hair grow out it was red and a shade of red that he had seen just today “Red’s parents were friends of ours, His father was Roger's best friend growing up. Your dad was his best man when he married April, Red's mother" She said stressing the word "mother" "They tried for several years to have a baby and then they found out that April was barren. She couldn't carry a baby or even produce a viable egg." She continued sadly "This was during the time you stopped speaking to us when you went to college. I offered an egg and to surrogate for them and Red was conceived with invitro fertilization. I carried him in my body for 9 months and then I gave him to April." she said proudly "We all stayed close until Red’s father passed. It took April a couple years to come out of her depression but lately we have been getting closer again." "Red knows April is not his biological mother but he doesn't know I am, we are just friends of his parents ” his mother said and Tommy could tell sh had been happy to give her friends a child to raise and nurture “Mom, dad, this will probably upset you but I have no intentions of staying away from Red brother or not and neither does Tommy. He is part of us. Part of our love and to stop seeing him would be like cutting an arm off now. It is not like we have to worry about messing up a kid with inbreeding. Also you have probably guessed how close I am to cousin John and cousin Mike for that matter though there is still some contention there. You would have to be blind not to see how close Tommy is to his cousin Jeff and to his brother. We will not stop seeing Red just to make you comfortable” Zeke said firmly and Tommy nodded his agreement The thought of never being with Red again made Tommy’s hear feel like lead in his chest “You are not being fair to Red, Son” His mother said “He has a right to make an informed decision” “You are right” Tommy said “but that is easy enough to fix” Zeke’s mother looked pained and his father looked angry “Red is an adult and he has a right to know everything since he already knows that April is not his biological mother” Zeke said “I just have no idea how to tell the man I just had sex with this morning that he is my little brother this evening” “We will figure it out Zeke, we have to” Tommy said gripping his hand *********************************************************************** I make this stuff up on the spot and it sometimes surprises me too Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Part 2 The two weeks went by slowly and I couldn't help but be antsy during that time. I tried to throw myself into work but working in a porn shop wasn't helping me at all. Seeing all the guys walking in and out of the video arcade and theater rooms looking all flushed and some walking a little lopsided made me so hard all the time and I always had a stream of pre cum running down my pants after each shift. I didn't jack off in the two weeks either because I know if I even touched my dick once I wouldn't want to stop so I saved all cum for the carnival. (Night before the carnival) I knew tonight there wasn't going to be much sleep to be had because my adrenaline was pumping and my cock was hard the whole night until I finally drifted off to sleep. (Day of the carnival) My alarm went off at 6am and I woke up with an exciting burst of energy ready to get the day started. I brushed my teeth and got my hole nice and clean and got dressed in a nice tight tank top baggy shorts and tennis shoes grabbed my bag and started to make my way to the carnival. I had a red convertible and with the weather as nice as it was I drove with the top down to enjoy it. I passed a few trucks on the highway and got some looks from the truckers on the way and they did nothing to calm the ericton I was sporting the whole drive there. It took me an hour until I started to see signs that I was getting close to my destination. There were signs that pointed to the carnival that read 2 miles to the carnival and as I passed each one getting closer I saw each one had a biohazard symbol surrounding the numbers until I finally got to the actual event. I saw that there were two lines one for day visitors and the other was for those who opted to stay on the property overnight so I got in the line for the overnight and waited to be let in. Once I got to the front of the line I was greeted by a stud of a man. He was easily 6ft 3 or taller with a deep muscled body and he was fully naked showing off his full tan and a cock that had me drooling. It looked like it had to be at least 7 inches long and thick as a can, his balls swung low and there wasn't a hair on his crotch or any other part of this perfectly sculpted man and I was finally out of the trance I was in when he snapped his fingers to get my attention. He smiled at me as I blushed and asked me my name, I gave him my name and he looked for it on the list and when he found it he pointed me to the garage where I could put my car and handed me my key for the room I was assigned with my 3 day parking pass so security would know I was staying. He said he hoped I would enjoy my stay and the carnival and he might see me out and about since he would be staying here here working and would be enjoying the carnival once his shift was over. He smiled at me and I smiled back and pulled forward to the garage and found a parking spot. Once I put my parking tag in the windshield and grabbed my bag I locked up my car and walked towards the entrance of the garage and was met again by another godly naked man greeting all the visitors and handing them maps and brouchures. I was stunned again by this man too, he was about 5 ft and he could easily be a porn model with how muscled he was and a swinging 8 inches between his legs and it didn't even look remotely hard yet. One thing that had me licking my lips as well he had an amazing prince Albert piercing swinging from the tip of his monster cock and a ladder as well running down the base and on hanging from his balls too. I got up to hime and thankfully this time I didn't have to be broken out of a trance when he greeted me. We echanged a few pleasantries and he asked me what room number I was going to be in and when I told him his eyes lit up because he said he was staying in the same room so it looked like we would be roommates for the next three days. His excitement made him grab me into a big bear hug and he gave me a big kiss on the lips before letting me go. I came down from the quick high and told him I'd see him later smiled and made my way to our room. Once I got to the room I saw how massive it was and that there was enough room here for it to almost be an apartment. There were statues of naked men as well as artwork all over the place and there was a kitchen, living space, bathroom, and two bedrooms to choose from. I looked I both rooms and saw there was my roomies stuff already in one so I unpacked what I brought in the other room and decided it was time for me to get ready for the festivities that were cumming. I took another shower to clean off the drive funk and did a little more clean out thanks to the the attached hose in the shower. It had a dildo shape for the top and I smiled as I basically fucked myself with it as I was cleaning out. When I was done I dried off and looked at the pamphlet I was given cumming in and saw that this carnival was mandatory nude so I put on my socks and shoes and saw there was a few bottles of sunscreen on the dresser and rubbed it all over myself. Once done I started to make my way to the shuttles that would be leading guests from the main estate to the carnival. There was about a dozen guys all waiting by the terminal and the mix of bodies all sitting around naked made me so hard as were they. every one of them were also sporting wood and openly stroking each other some even sucking as we all waited. A fellow twink walked up to me and asked if I would like to be sucked off and I politely told him no that I wanted to wait until later to make sure i had the most fun with everyone else. He smiled and went to look for another cock to suck and he was able to find a willing one easily enough. When the shuttle came everyone stopped what they were doing and got on board and were ready to be taken to the main event. I sat in the back next to the twink from earlier and saw he was sporting a very large hard cock about 9 inches and it looked even bigger with his thin frame and his hairless crotch. I reached over and started to stroke him and he bit his lip and moaned with pleasure. I kept going and kept changing my speed going faster then slower as I felt his climax approaching I stopped all together and loved the look of defeat on his cute face knowing I was not going to let him cum. I tortured him like this for about 15 mins and it was announced that we were at the gate for the carnival. We all stepped up to the gate and there was a gentleman standing at the door of the gate and there was a large screen hanging next to him. He was bude as the rest of us and the only way to know he was a worker here was the bowtie he was wearing around his neck. His body was just like the rest of the workers heavily muscular and another thick pierced cock he was un cut as well. He smiled as everyone got together and thanked all of us for joining the carnival and he explain that he had a message to play from our host. He held a remote up and hit play and a picture of a very sexy man appeared on screen. He was probably in his late 30s covered in tattoos and had the most beautiful cock swinging that I had ever seen even better than the hottest porn stars online. Every inch of him was muscled and I couldn't stop staring I was so amazed by him. Greetings to you all and welcome to my yearly carnival, I'm so happy to have so many in attendance to my event, I hope you all have the best time of your life with all the fun games rides and events more later on. I hope you take home fond memories and I know you all remember your permanent gift by the time you leave again thank you all for attending have a amazing time. With that the screen went dark and the young man controlling it smile again saying welcome to you all to the poz carnival. After he said that the gate slowly started to open and we were all amazed at what we were seeing. Stay tuned for more to cum

A4A, Grindr, Sniffies, etc. Like what the fuck is going on? 3 anon profiles message me. Ask them for stats, they don't respond. Another 5 or so message me, don't read my profile and are surprised when I say I don't/cannot host. A4A is filled with scammers or nothing but people "I want to get to know you, let's have a drink, chat and maybe in 5-10 years we can have sex." I had one guy want me to drive to Palm Springs, from San Diego to "have a drink and chat" What the fuck? .and Grindr? Same as Sniffies. Blank profiles. Don't read mine, confused when I cannot host. Or just guys wanting to get off on trading pics. Like come the fuck on. I just wanted some dick. Not feelings. /End rant

Just finished my trip to Brighton and London and it was wild but certainly could have been crazier. 🙂 Started with 2 days of work and touristing in Brighton. On Wednesday I arrived late but found a little quickie across the street from my friend who bred me nicely. My friend and host then fucked and bred my cummy hole for a nice start of the trip! Thursday was only work and sightseeing but on Friday I finished work horny af and took 3 loads from Horny guys after work, then met my friend and his husband for a drink, then my friend and I went to Cumunion. I wish I could say it was fun but there were very few guys there and not much going on. A sexy Caribbean guy bred me and told me that most guys had come and cum early and left. Oh well! Then it was the big day on Saturday with an afternoon cumdump session at St Giles from 3:30-7:30! It started off great with 5 loads in the first hour from a couple of quick cummers (hot!), 2 loads from a tall young black guy and a nice longer fuck by an expert rimmer. But then the party listing got wrecked bc anpparently i had not set the correct timing (lol fuck) so it was annoying to go back to the apps. Well I quickly found a sexy young Italian bear / cub that loves groups and he came over for a nice fuck. He was very nice and chatty so he hung out for a little bit. Then guys started coming again and it got wild again but as a few guys were coming this uninvited troll shows up (some 80 yo half dying man apparently) and he scares off 2 or 3 guys from fucking me 🤬 so that was a waste! Fortunately at that point this sexy young Italian bear had fucked me and he was hanging around and being friendly and helped kick him out in the nicest possible but most clear way lol. One of the scared off guys came back and then the rest of the cumdump at least 3-4 guys were in the room at any time and I added another 6-7 loads, I’m not sure if one of them came twice. At the very end a huge dicked Danish twink piston fucked me and was really doing a number on my hole 😂😈 it was super hot and seeing all the cum froth out onto his dick was just a sight to behold 🐽💦. Unfortunately he needs to fuck for 40 min before he can cum and I had to go to Horse fair so we had to call it quits and go off to the next event. Well 11 ain’t bad considering the setbacks and lessons learned lol! After that straight to the Horse fair 😉 which was my first! Also wild but could have been crazier. I was unlucky at first in a corner with a bit awkward access for about 25-30 min then moved to a good spot and the loads started and I got 3 or 4 there: what ended up happening was this huge cocked guy came in me really hard screaming over the room and guys were super into it, then apparently someone that observed that was really into me and was fucking me by himself for more than 30 minutes before cumming. It was very hot because he was telling me to kneel on the floor and moving me around the room ordering me on different positions (so very cool actually!) but after he was done cumming in me most of the guys had come once and the event was sort of nearing close as it’s only about 2+ hours of fucking in the London version of it. Now I’m in Malta and will not have much playtime but I’m thinking of an excuse to tell my girlfriend so I can be a little slut for an afternoon or evening at least 😉 I did check Grindr briefly when she had things to do at home and got 20 messages in 30 min so would be a shame not to capitalize on being the fresh blood 😂 I also have a new friend fuckbuddy as Italian bear and I exchanged contacts so who says you can’t cumdump and make friends at the same time 😂

Hello everyone, it’s been a while.

When I've bottomed anon; I don't really need chit-chat after but a small gesture like a thank you, kiss, or even a quick rub goes a long way in making it hotter (and making me want to play again sometime). When I top anon; I tend to give a little butt squeeze or little kiss on their cheek, shoulder, or butt (depending on the scene and where we are, club, apt, outdoors, etc). Most tend to enjoy this extra little acknowledgement. The world is a crazy wild place, have fun and be kind to each other.

Not when I am there, they aren't.

I would say as late as the early 2000s, if it was known that you had sex with POC, especially in a public forum like a bathhouse or dare I admit, on web cam, you were ostracized. I had people, as late as 2007 in San Francisco, warn me NOT to get on a popular web cam program (ICU at the time) and have sex with a black man. The first thing I did, I went to see a buddy, who happened to be black, and he had THREE ICU programs running at different angles in his apartment and there was no chance you could miss me. It paid off in dividends, guys who knew me as being someone from that web cam site, actually contacted me on different hook up sites and at least two came to my hotel room to fuck. No one seemed to care that I had sex with this black guy, but he told me at that time, he could not get a date in San Fran. Now he was nice looking, a very nice person. I can't understand what the reason was. He told me that is was just considered "inappropriate" for white guys to have sex with POC. I am originally from Philadelphia, the "City of Brotherly Love". I have no problems with it, but I have been turned down, even today, by guys online who claim to know that I was "Into black dudes". They actually had a term for it, so excuse me to all the POC, but they called me a "dinge queen", whatever that means.

12 y/o me in the YMCA locker room. I was a popular young man there after that! ❤️

@KERVORKIANjack perhaps you didn't read the OP and thus are clueless about this discussion. But the point is all perpetrators of bad behavior aren't Islamic.

For those who want to see the whole thing. [think before following links] https://www.boyfriendtv.com/videos/563105/halif-faruk-gabriel-cross-andy-star/

I'm strongly against all religions. They're just popularised cults designed to control and dominate people. I'm very suspicious of any followers of any religion, no matter what their beliefs or agenda.

You need to tell him at some point. Not that he feels alone now but it might help him to know that someone that loves him and that he loves really understands. You are a good uncle.

Sunday has characteristically been the day that I take a trip into Atlanta, from my suburban home to visit Flex Atlanta. With a trip coming up two palm springs, I felt it with high time that I made a return to ensure that I would not be basically revirginized in six plus months since I last behaved like a cumdump. On today's trip, I actually was unable to bottom up because of the fact that I didn't get a chance to prep, but I did Plan on sucking as much dick as I could. And flex did not disappoint. Within about 30 minutes of checking into my room in the PigPen sex dungeon, I had swallowed my first load. I usually try to arrive early Sunday morning to catch the late night Saturday Patrons after getting ready to check out as at that point, they start to realize if I don't come now, I've got to go home and either jump on an app or finish myself out. Luckily, flex allows for up to 8 hours, so when I checked in at 10am, it was still a little busy hence my early load! I spent most of the day in the gloryhole stalls, sucked 9 different guys got 2 loads from a sexy bear, and swallowed a total of 6. A trip next week maybe needed for some additional practice. I certainly can't travel with bad skills. Anyone want to help with the lesson plan?

Just because a technique (for anything) was developed some time ago doesn't mean it's not still in use. Astroturfing is one of the easiest and most cost-effective means of faking grass-roots outrage over something.

I can’t stand bottoms who whine constantly or scream. A real turn off

I sat in the office of the R Party state leader with BB and the twins. The man sat pompously behind his desk and eyed the four if us. His lips smacked when he talked, It was disgusting “I would like to commend the four of you. Your public stand against substance abuse and under age drinking is an inspiration to all of us. It also makes you and other young R Party members like you uniquely qualified to perform a task that needs doing” he said grossly “Every four years we hold out national convention and every time we do the idiots the states send as representatives cause issues. They get drunk and go carousing in the streets or they pass out in the convention center. That always makes it into the press and it’s a bad look. We have enough men who will stay sober enough to control the carousers this year but we need strong young men committed to sobriety to handle the ones who pass out” he continued almost slobbering “This year the convention is in Washington DC. There are five main hotels attached to the convention center. Each attendee will have the name of his hotel and his room number on his badge. What we want you four and several more similar young men from around the country to do is simply round up the inebriated fools and dump them back in their hotel rooms. It’s simple and the Party will owe you” He finished and wiped his mouth I looked at BB and the twins who looked like Christmas had come early and said “Just let me make sure I heard you right, You want us to take a bunch of guys who are passed out drunk back to their hotel rooms and leave them there?” “Exactly. We will pay your way there and even pay you a tidy sum to help us keep these “Billy Bobs” from making the Party look bad again this year” “We’ll do it” all four of us said together So here we were on the convention floor after the business of the day had concluded and the booze had started flowing waiting for out first victims to pass out, It didn’t take to long. Some of these guys were barely 18 and no one was checking IDs. The first of the lightweights were three sheets to the wind in an hour and passed out in two, I helped a guy I had heard earlier going on about “White rights” earlier. He was kind of cute with brown hair and a nice body. His eyes were shut as I manhandled him back to his hotel and tossed him face down on the bed. I puled his pants down around his ankles and exposing a really pretty and totally defenseless ass, I unzipped and crawled on top of him forcing his legs apart with my kneed as I popped his cherry without mercy. He barely stirred as I quickly fucked him with ten inches of toxic viral cock breeding “Mr. Wight Rights” with my HIV filled cum, Damn that felt good. I pulled some baby wipes from my pocket and clean him up. Pulling his pants back up then using a black marker to put a tiny plus in the corner of his badge so the others would know he had already been serviced. I was whistling as I walked back to the convention center Next I helped a state senator back to his room by tossing him over my shoulder and carrying him, He was a little guy with a very trim tight body who could not handle his booze I guess. He never woke up as I dropped him on his bed on his back, pulled off his shoes then his pants and bred him like a girl. His legs flopped next to my face as I pounded him tearing up his tight little hole up depositing a load of charged seed deep in his guts before tugging his boxers back on and adding the plus to his badge This went on all night and my cock was sore as I fell into bed. Breeding seven different guys over five hours will do that to you and this was just the first night of five. BB was just as exhausted. As he curled up and laid his head on my chest he told me he got six himself I kissed him on the top of the head and pulled him closer to me, so proud of him “We got thirteen all told one of the twins said from the other bed in a sleepy voice and we all happily drifted off as 26 R Party “Billy Bobs” had our virus invading their blood The other nights we had similar luck and all told we pozzed over 100 different men over five days The best for me was on the third day. I found The Reverend Alister Moonwall passed out in a bathroom stall. He was the leader of “The Moral Mob” a group of fanatics who used bully tactics to intimidate minorities and gays, often times raiding gay bars and beating the occupants senseless. Somehow the police never fund those responsible Before I helped him I pulled out a mini camera and snapped a few shots of him passed out next to the toilet then with BB’s help I got pictures of him “sucking” my cock through a glory hole. Then I got him up and to his room. Just for fun I placed the hotel room bible on his chest as I bred him like a bitch and deposited a nice gift from god in him I gave the pictures to my investigative reporter friend and we waited. After about five months he started a new initiative condemning gays and saying we were all going to fie of AIDS, The next day the headline read “Anti Gay Preacher Caught Performing Oral Sex On Other Men In Public Restroom! Rumors Say He Has HIV! He denied that the picture was of him and immediately got a HIV test which came back positive. His entire life was basically destroyed… Oh well We had a little party the next day and waited for the next opportunity to stick it to the R Party. Literally *************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. Groped and Pozzed 3 I was forced to sit naked on the floor while I listened to two hung seemingly poz black me fuck my “top” fiance. I could only imagine that he was being spitroasted with Jamal’s cock reaming out his rarely fucked hole. I know I had never fucked Billy in the years that we had been together. I fact, I couldn’t recall Billy ever telling me that he had been fucked, and now he was being dicked by two of the biggest dingers that had ever fucked me. Plus, they are poz! Our bed squeaked loudly for nearly 20 minutes then it just stopped. I could hear voices, but could not make out what they were saying. Then I heard Billy begging and pleading for them to stop. Whatever they were doing was causing him a great deal of stress and pain. Billy seemed to settle down and then it got quiet again, but out of nowhere Billy was moaning and begging for their cocks to split him open. I could not take it anymore. Curiosity got the best of me. I snuck up to my own bedroom door and cracked it open to see Ty on the bottom with his massive dong in my fiance’s ass in the middle and Jamal’s huge dork sliding along right beside Ty. I was amazed that Billy could accommodate such manhood. Hell, I was amazed that anyone could. I grew jealous of Billy getting all that cock. I wanted some to myself. That is when Jamal noticed me at the door and ordered me out of the room. I immediately shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind me. I sat on my knees in the living room for what felt like an eternity. I soon fell asleep on the floor on my knees. I just slouched over until I was startled awake but warm water on the back of my neck and back. I immediately jerked up and caught a facefull of piss from Ty and Jamal. I instinctively opened my mouth letting them drain themselves into a willing receptacle. They got dressed and high-fived each other and left me drenched in their piss in the middle of the living room. I jumped up and went to check on Billy who was sound asleep in the middle of our defiled bed. I wanted to climb in with him, but I knew he had a hard night. So, I showered, mopped the living room, I almost got the pee smell out of air, and by that time Billy was awake and pulling the soiled and cum stained sheets off of the bed. We didn’t talk much that day, but whenever Billy got hard. I was expected to service him. After he put the sheets in the washer, I was on my knees in the shower he slipped his piss hardened cock in to my mouth and filled me belly then he fucked me. Telling me he was wasting his last negative loads on his whore fiance. I shot my useless seed down the shower drain while Billy’s went up my ass. This silent treatment lasted all day Saturday and into the evening on Sunday. I lost count how many times Billy urinated on me or his loads I took. I was becoming his human cum rag and toilet. I am not saying I did not like it, but at least talk to me. That is when there was a knock at the door. Billy ordered me to strip down to my jock, which I always wore around the house, and answer the door. I gave him a quizzed look, but did as I was told. At the door stood Jamal and two other black fellows I have never seen before. Jamal pushed past me as did the other two. Joking that it looked like I was ready and willing for Round #3 with Jamal and his boys. Billy offered up that I was and we were. Jamal ordered me up front and center of the room. He pushed me to my knees. Soon the whole room was naked and nameless black cocks were being force fed to us willingly. Jamal fed me his cock and one of the other guys ordered Billy to suck him too. I could not see the cock being forced down Bily’s throat, but I could hear him gagging on it. Soon standing next to Jamal was the other black kid and he was shoving his cock into the foray. I would suck on Jamal for a few seconds then switch over the equally-sized new cock. I was still dressed. I am sure that is the only thing that slowed these guys down from getting to my ass because I sucked one the other would feel my ass and slowly started to work down my pants. Meanwhile, Billy was now naked and leaning over the back of our black leather lounge chair while his big black invader was eating his ass. Jamal must have thought that was a good idea. He and the other guy I was sucking both already naked and rock hard. They pulled me over to the end of the couch… More to Cum When I am back home from Vacation If you like this story let me know. I am thinking a 5 to 6 parter Joey I love to skype or whereby with verbal guys with a poz fetish. Hit me for a quick chat

Choosing the Right Bathing Suit to Trap a Big Black Bear Wesley Hughes McCall III looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. This wasn’t the one, he thought. This one didn’t send the message he wanted to send. It just looked like a bathing suit. No, Wes wanted something special. Wes wanted something that said “I want you to fuck me and spit in my mouth.” Wes knew he had a decent body. He’d been slight as a child, but years in the pool and hours and hours of diving practice had left him with a hard, defined torso and six pack, and, although he wished his chest were bigger, he had an ass he knew, objectively, was really good. Jamal loved his ass. Said it was better than most girls. Wes sighed. Most people thought Jamal was his best friend. His dad loved it that his son was best friends with the star quarterback, a scholarship student to boot, at Hillside Prep. His dad worked pictures of Wes and Jamal into his campaign literature. Dad thought it gave him cover as he voted over and over again in the Georgia senate to keep black people from voting, and to stop the evils of teaching that Southen white people had actually been fighting to preserve slavery in the Civil War. But what daddy would have been horrified to know was that Jamal and Wes weren’t friends. No, Wes was Jamal’s cock whore. Wes loved to spend hours sucking on Jamal’s 7.5 inch thick pole before Jamal fucked his brains out. But there were two things Wes found unsatisfying about Jamal. The first was Jamal wasn’t here and wouldn’t be in Atlanta for some time. He was in Los Angeles training for his first football season at USC. The second thing was that Jamal was young. And Jamal couldn’t rev up Wes anywhere near to what a 50-year-old grinder hookup could. And even then, Wes knew he had a thing for black and brown men. While an older white redneck could satisfy, nothing, and I mean nothing, made his little asshole pulse with desire like a big black daddy. Wes tried on the white one. Oh this was better. This one was a smaller size. The white nearly translucent, and it was smaller in the rear. The back hugged the dimples of his ass, letting the bigger bubble peek out. If this didn’t interest the man downstairs, then his cause was lost. It would prove that the man of his deepest fantasies, the man people called Big Ed was straight. God, Wes hoped he was wrong. He’d first met Big Ed at Grandma Claire’s house. Big Ed was really Edward Belley, one of the owners of Belley-McGrath Restorations. Grandma McCall had hired Ed to restore Grandpa’s 1957 Mercedes Gulfwing. It had been his favorite car and Wes thought it was cool as hell. Wes and been there when Ed had delivered it to his grandmother’s house. The car was immaculate, and Grandma teared up when she saw how perfectly they had restored the leather. “Golly,” she smiled, “This brings back good memories.” But Wes barely noticed the car because Edward Belley was breathtaking. Ed stood 6’ 5” at least, his black skin was very dark, and he was hairy—his forearms were covered in fur and chest hair peeked out from the top button of the expensive dress shirt he wore open at the throat with sleeves rolled up. His chest was massive, his shoulder broader than two and a half of Wes, and his hard daddy belly hung sexily over the alligator skin belt he wore. As Wes’s eyes traveled down, he almost gasped aloud. As the big man stretched up to show his grandma how smooth the wing doors closed after restoration. Wes caught sight of a cock from his deepest fantasies. Even soft, Wes knew, Big Ed had a massive snake. And right now Big Ed was downstairs, at his own house, restoring his dad’s 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL. And Wes was alone in the house and would be alone for a week. His parents and sister and brother were at the beach. Wes had stayed behind, ostensibly to go to diving practice. That was a lie, though. Wesley McCall stayed at home in Atlanta to trap himself a big black daddy bear. If Wes had been aware, he would have been less worried about the perfect outfit. Because Big Ed had chosen to restore the Benz in the McCall garage for a reason: little Wesley McCall. He’d been blown away when Claire Hayes McCall—one of the classiest steel magnolias Ed had ever encountered in his decades of dealing with rich Southerners—introduced him to her grandson Wes, his hot compact body and tight abs rippling under the perfect navy polo Wes was wearing. And when the boy had turned his back to check out the restoration of the back quarter panel, Ed nearly creamed his pants at the sight of the kids perfect divers ass in his tight khakis. And he’d seen Wes staring at his crotch more than once that day. And so he’d made up a bullshit story about upgrades at their facility in Alabama and brought a truck full of supplies to Atlanta to do Senator McCalls car. Big Ed heard the screen door of the house open and looked out the back of the garage. The McCalls had an eight-car garage set at an angle, with regular garage doors facing the winding drive and then big sliding glass doors facing the backyard and pool. These were show doors—so guests could admire the Senators collection of vintage and luxury cars. Wes came out of the house wearing a -tiny- white Speedo, a pair of sunglasses, and carrying a bottle of sunscreen. The kid glanced at the garage and then chose a chair by the pool that gave Ed a full on view. Slowly—and obviously—the kid put on the sun cream. While it looked a little cheesy—like something from a 1980s Falcon porn flick—when the kid started very slowly working the sunscreen into his back hamstrings and up into the bits of his pert ass that hung out of the speedo, Ed got rock hard. Ed pretended to ignore the kid. He knew the rest of the Senator’s family were gone for the week. And while he knew the kid claimed he stayed behind to work on his diving, the fact that the kid was putting on a sexy show in the backyard of his own house, in a pool chair obviously chosen so Ed could see everything the kids did,meant that Ed was going to be fucking that ass soon enough. And Ed knew about white boys who craved black daddy cock: if you made them wait, their little boy pussies got hotter and hotter until their desire was almost uncontrollable. And Ed liked pussies governed by uncontrollable desire, because those boys were ready to be corrupted. As the day wore one, the kid swam a bit, turning the swimsuit almost translucent. Wes lay on his stomach then, and Ed caught him pulling the sides of the suit up to show more of his ass. The kid was playing dance music now. And although he knew the kid wouldn’t do it—he was a fucking McCall and too classy for that—if the kid started dancing Ed was going to rip that suit off him and rape him right there outdoors by the pool. At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Ed decided it was his turn to play the game. He stripped off his shirt and made sure his semi was clearly visible in his jeans. He popped open a beer and stood by the open back sliding door of the bay closest to the pool. Ed smiled across at the pool and said, “How ya doing? It’s Wes, right?” Wes opened his eyes and sat up and smiled, and as he did so his little 6 inch cock sprang up rock hard at the sight of Ed’s bare chest. He closed his legs, and tried to act like nothing was happening and said, “Hey, nice day, huh?” “Yea, I’m Wesley and you’re Ed, right?” Wes continued, “You did the restoration of my grandma’s cool car.” Ed walked over and stood by the boy’s chair, towering over him. Wes looked up and smiled. “Where you doing a little show for me, with that sun cream,boy?” Ed demanded. “Yes sir, I was,” Wes said slightly sheepishly. “Why were you doing that?” Ed said. Wes smiled and looked him directly in the eye and said, “Because I was trying to get you to fuck me, sir.” Ed grabbed the kids hand and put it on his cock, suddenly rock hard. “Think you can take my big monster, Wes?” Ed said. “I’ve taken some pretty big dicks, but yours is huge,” Wesley said. Ed said, “You been on Grinder already?” “A few times, yes,” Wes admitted, “But Jamal used to fuck me a couple times a month.” “Jamal??” Ed laughed, “You got a thing for black dick, huh? Who’s Jamal?” “He was the quarterback of our school team,” Wes continued, “Our parents think we were close friends—and it started out that way Sophomore year, but by Junior year I was sucking him off and then that next Summer he started fucking me.” “So your family’s gone all week? Grandma coming over?” Ed asked, “Any friends coming over?” “Granny’s in San Francisco, everyone else is out of town,” Wesley said, with a big grin, “It’s almost like I planned it.” “So if I took you in that house right now we could stay naked for a whole week and no one would know?” Ed said. “Don’t you need to work on dad’s car?” Wes asked. “There’s no way I can finish your dad’s car here, it needs to be at my garage at home,” Ed said. “But your garage is being worked on?” Wes asked. “Nah, I just told your dad that,” Ed said, reaching down and giving Wesley a passionate kiss, “It’s almost like I planned it.” Ed reach into his pocket and pulled out a little baggy, “Ever done Tina?” “No, isn’t that meth?” Wes asked. “Yea, gays use it as a party drug. Makes little boypussies like you supercharged,” Ed smiled, “I know you think you’re horny now, but this will take you to another level. Your parents go security cameras out here?” “Turned ‘em off this morning,” Wesley smiled. “Excellent, turned around and bend over,” Ed said. Wesley turned around and put his hands on his knees. Ed grasped the boys perfectly ass, then slide the suit down below his cheeks. Ed spread them, getting his first look at the boys perfect pink hole. He kneeled and started rimming the boy, making Wesley moan with pleasure. He then reached with his long middle finger and stuck it deep in the bag coating it with way more Tina than he would normally give a first timer. “This will burn for a second, but soon you will feel great,” Ed warned, already sliding the finger into the boy to the root. The boy gasped and gave a little cry, “Oh, fuck.” Ed waited until the unmistakable signs were visible, and he started fingering the boy, relishing the boys velvet hole. “Oh god, that feels good sir.” Ed stood the boy up and kissed him, toying with the perfect little ass. “This is just the beginning. Get on your knees with your hands behind your back and wait here,” Ed commanded, “I am going to get my bag out of the truck, and then we are going to go inside the guesthouse and I am going to show you what real men do with pussy boys like you.” So Ed went and fetched his two big duffles full of sex toys, restraints, and party supplies. He smiled broadly when he saw the boy on his knees as directed. He stood in front of Wes, and pressed the boy’s face into his cock, straining against his tight jeans. “You wanna serve this cock, boy?” Ed asked, “Because once you’ve had Daddy Ed’s cock, you will never be the same.” “Yes, sir,” Wes said, “It’s all I’ve thought about since I met you at Grannies.” Ed reached into his bag and pulled out a moderately-sized chastity device. “Do you know what this is, Wes?” “I’ve seen it in movies, sir,” Wes said, “It’s a chastity device although some call it a boyclit lock.” Ed laughed, “That’s right, sweet boy, Daddy Ed is going to lock up your boyclit. That will leave only on your mouth hole and your pretty pink boyhole. You will learn to only feel pleasure from your holes.” Ed reached down and affixed the chastity device over the boys little cock, leaving his balls free for Ed to squeeze and hurt. Ed led the boy into into the big guesthouse where Ed was staying. He guided the boy up to his room. Ed had Wes finish undressing him, and the boy spent a while smelling and tasting Ed’s armpits and furry chest—something he did without prompting. The boy grew starry-eyed at his first look at Ed’s uncut, 13-inch beer-bottle-thick cock. “I will teach you to deepthroat it, boy,” Ed promised. Wesley sighed and kissed the big cock, slobbering over the head, thrilling at the taste of copious precum the big bear produced. “Get on all fours in the bathroom,” Ed ordered, “facing the back wall. Then put your chest on the floor, close your eyes, and reach back along your sides and spread your hole. It’s time to clean you out.” “I am already clean for you sir,” Wesley said, “Please, sir, I need your cock.” Ed slapped the boy so hard Wes saw stars, “Never back talk me, always obey.” Wes nodded, “Yes, sir, sorry sir.” As the boy got into position, Ed reached into one of his bags and pulled out a large enema bag, a smallish plug, a small bottle of lube, some poppers, and a 5-liter bottle full of chempiss—it was several party weekends worth of piss he and his partners Tom and Julio had collected special for this trip. He walked into the bathroom, pleased to see the kids eyes were closed as he had ordered, and pulled the lid off. A powerful piss smell arose as he filled the 2.5 liter enema bag and closed the bottle back up. Lubing up the hose, he place it gently in the boy’s hole. “Use your ass to suck on the hose,” Ed commanded, “And tell me when it hurts.” Ed threaded about 5 inches in and the boy grunted. “Hurts, sir.” “Push out,” Ed commanded, and Ed gently pushed the hose through the boys second hole. The boy groaned but took several more inches. Ed pushed just a bit more and stopped and released the line, the boy wiggled and moaned. Ed doubted Wes had ever gotten an enema in his second hole before. The boy started moaning again, and Ed gave him the poppers. “Do you know how to use these?” Ed asked. “I’ve seen them in movie,” Wes replied. “Hold them under your nose and sniff,” Ed commanded. As they kicked in the boy was able to take a bit more and then Ed slid the line out to fill the boys rectum. The boy took most of the liquid before it became a struggle, Ed had him puff away on the poppers. When the boy had taken it all Ed slid in the plug. The boy soon began to feel the potent Tina, and started moaning. This gave Ed the signal to tease his hole with the plug. Jamal must have had a thick one, Ed thought, because the boy took two of his big fingers around the plug fairly easily. He had the boy stand up, a little bow-legged, and made him stand for a minute, then pulled the plug out and expel the liquid. He saved the rest of the chempiss for sometime later when little Wesley got tired. Ed then brought the boy into the shower and then Wes enthusiastically began bathing the big bear, the Tina and his own deep-seated fantasies making him stroke the big man’s body lustily. “Please sir, my hole is so hungry,” Wesley pleaded. “Please what, boy?” Ed asked. “Please fuck me, sir,” Wes whined. “I think you need a little bit more opening before I sink my big tool into your baby boy pussy.” When Wes nodded but made a little whine, Ed yanked Wes up on his toes, yanking him by his balls, the metal cage digging into his flesh, and spanked him hard, Ed’s hand big enough to hit both buttocks hard. He spanked and spanked, delighting in the way the boy whinnied like a horse and gave little cries. When the boy’s cheeks were bright, bright red he stopped. He noticed a steady stream of precum running out of the boy’s clitlock, and Ed smiled, “What did I say about no back talk?” Ed played with the boys ass for a little over an hour. Gently fucking him with several small dildos, some beaded. He really did want the boys big stretch to be most his own huge cock, but he wanted to build the boys hunger. He also just enjoyed using toys on the boy—there was something so sexy about a boy getting his butthole played with, especially a boy like Wes who was already well into understanding that his boyhole was a pussy hole. Ed slipped the head of his well-lubed cock in Wesley’s pink pussy. Wes moaned, and arched his back. “I was going to tease you open to make it easier,” Ed said, “But you just can’t stop talking back.” With that he pressed hard, and went into the boy about three inchs. Wesley groaned, and stifled a little cry. Ed stayed perfectly still, let his cock relax slightly, and released a little stream of piss. After a second the boy moaned and Ed felt the velvet tunnel, virgin to anything the size of his tool, open slightly. Suddenly hard as a rock again thinking about what he was going to do next, Ed grabbed the boys waist firmly and speared in to boys quim about three more inches, straining against the boys second hole, the boy’s rectum straining to find a place to put all of that hard black cock. The boy’s mouth opened and this time he did scream, his body completely rigid. “I can make it hurt like this every time,” Ed promised, his voice low with menace, “Or you can keep that pretty mouth shut and do what daddy says the minute daddy speaks.” Ed, famous for his bladder control when hard, now filled the boy with a small pool of potent chempiss. Ed moved his cock slightly, trying to coax piss into that second ring. Ed stayed perfectly still, the boy panting, his ass struggling, and then the big booty bump from earlier connected with the big chempiss enema and the little pool of fresh chempiss, and the boy pushed back. “Push out around my cock, baby,” Ed ordered. As Wesley did he unwittingly welcomed the chempiss into his second hole, and so welcomed a lifetime of pussyfication at the altar of Ed’s cock. Ed waited until the chempiss spasmed deeper into the boy. Ed could feel the conflicts in the boys hole, as the chems sent messages the body couldn’t interpret. He pressed onward, seeking the inner gate. He was being cruel but the boy had asked for it. Finding the entrance, he commanded the boy to push back again. And Ed slid into the boys second hole. He waited, as the boy bucked and panted beneath him, for the boys hole to reconfigure and allow Ed’s huge tool to straighten it. He was in a good 8 inchs by now. Wes was having trouble, but it was clear Jamal had had a pretty decent cock, because most boys would be begging for him to get off. But Wesley, clearly, wanted the cock. Ed was very big, though ,and Ed could see the conflict between hunger and pain on the boy’s face. He decided to go slow, there would be plenty of time to hurt the boy over the week, to show Wes his true nature. He very very slowly began to fuck the boy, the piss sliding around and adding extra lube. After a few minutes, Wes began to make little sounds of pleasure between moans of pain. Ed slow fucked him for a while,getting his hole used to the big cock. Ed climbed up on the bed, pushing the boy down flat on the bed and pushed his cock in all the way. The boy was clawing at the air, crying out, but there was no way he could do anything against the huge black bear’s brutal assault. Ed could feel Wes’s hole throb and struggle, and then suddenly, after a few minutes of relentless fucking, Ed battered the boys inner space open. “There, boy, feel that?” Ed said, his voice thick with please, “There deep inside, that’s where daddy belongs.” Acting on instinct to protect his body from pain, Wes was grabbing at the sheets, trying to get away. Ed grabbed the boys hips and kept grinding. The boy crying “oohh, ohh, ohh.” Ed knew that for this fuck and the next several the boy would never get used to his big cock. Hell, he hoped the boy never did—his tight hole was amazing. Ed fucked the boy deep, keeping Wes flat on the bed for a while until he felt the boy’s hole loosen. Ed picked the boy up—loving that the little body was so easy for him to control—and had the boy stand with his arms on the back of a little chair. And now Ed really went to town, pile driving his cock up into the boy, each deep thrust driving his cock all the way up deep inside Wes’s hot insides. Soon both Ed and Wes were dripping with sweat. And then Ed saw the change. The boy didn’t stop crying out “oh” every time he was penetrated to his core, but he did start to make little moans of pleasure. Ed picked Wes up and threw him on his back on the bed. He squirted the boys hole with lube and handed him the poppers. “I am going to keep fucking, and I am going to need to fuck you harder,” Ed said, “So sniff on those and it will open your little boy hole up.” Ed then fucked the boy for over an hour, bending the boy into every position: the boy on his back, Ed slamming his huge cock—swollen to the point of bursting—into the boy, jack-hammer fucking him. Wes on his hands and knees, doggy-style. Wes up in the the air, Big Ed holding him like a sex toy as he rammed Wes’s boypussy over and over. The poppers helped Wes to take the punishing fuck, but every time Ed pulled out and slammed his cock all the way home, doing this over and over again, Wes cried out. Wes soon learned to use the poppers, and got into the fuck, and spent the last half hour begging to have his boypussy destroyed. After Ed came—one of the most earth-shatteringly amazing orgasms of his life, his seed spilling for what felt like 10 minutes into the twink—he fingered the boy, delivering a small bump of Tina, and then swiftly slammed a medium sized plug into the boy. Wes cried out and grabbed with his hands at his tender hole, but then he just lay panting. “Boy cunts always clean Daddy’s cock after they are fucked,” Wes said “Want to make sure all of daddy’s precious seed is inside you.” Ed taught Wes to clean his cock all over, to make love to Ed’s tender cock head inside the long foreskin. He taught him to keep his blue eyes trained on Daddy as he did so. Ed so wanted to see the kid drink his first load of piss, but thought that might be pushing it this early. He needed little Wes a little bit more fucked up for that. He laid Wes out on the bed, smiling to see the new bump of Tina was already having its intended effect of making Wes’s boypussy hungry again. Ed stepped into the bathroom and added his fresh load of piss to the bottle that he or one of his partners would use later to ramp the boy up for some hard use. Ed and Wes rested on the bed. The boy snuggled in tight to the bigger man. “You like the way Daddy fucks you?” Ed asked. “So big, sir, so deep,” Wes said, then he said, “But I need it again, daddy, need to be stretched.” “Don’t worry, boy” Ed said, idly scratching the boys blonde hair, “ Daddy’s going to fuck and fuck and stretch your boy hole. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know to please a man.” Ed made Wes tell him every fantasy he’d ever had. He made Wes show him the search history on his phone and describe every type of porn he’d looked at. Most of it was older/younger with lots of daddy/son, but after prodding he finally admitted he’d watch much rougher stuff. He made Wes show him every movies in his Xhamster favorites, and Ed noticed there was plenty of piss and spanking and everal videos where twinks got fisted. Ed and Wes watched the movies on Wes’s favorites list, and Wes started to get really horny. Ed toyed with the boys hole, gently fucking him with the plug, then tossing the plug aside, he began using his big fingers. “Please fuck me, daddy,” Wes pleaded, “I need you inside me.” So Ed made love to the boy, slowly entering him and gently fucking, kissing him passionately. Wes enjoyed this, kissing back, gazing deeply into Ed’s eyes as the big cock began to slowly move around. Ed taught him how to squeeze and push out, to milk and pleasure daddy’s cock, the passion building until both the big bear and the younger twink were thrusting—Ed driving in, to penetrate deep, and Wes pushing his narrow hips back to welcome the thick beast. Ed began changing the angles of his fuck, breaking new ground, as Wes began grunting with each hard thrust but his eyes never left the bears big face, pleading for the fuck. At one point, Wes experienced his first locked orgasm, his seed dribbling down, Ed laughed and said, “I told you your boypussy could give you more pleasure than your little boy cock.” The little orgasm made Wesley increasingly cunted boyhole spasm and grasp around Ed’s big cock and Ed suddenly exploded into another big orgasm. Ed plugged the boy and lay back down to relax, Wes immediately honing in and without prompting began to lovingingly clean and worship the man’s relaxed but still huge tool. After they rested, Ed had the boy kneel. Ed used handcuffs to pull Wes’s wrist together behind his back, loving how the position made the boy’s little square defined pics stand out. He had the boy suck him, and then gently taight him to take a facefuck. The boy tried hard but struggled, coughing, as fluid poured out of his mouth. Ed relented and gave the boy some hits of poppers, and then thrilled as the boy’s throat opened. Ed forced him down repeatedly on his big cock, being intentionally cruel, wanting to get the boy used to being a cock slave. Ed slipped a collar around the boys neck and snapped a leash on, laughing as he saw the now steady stream of precome leaking from the boy’s locked clit. He led Wes into the bathroom, enjoying how he struggled to crawl on two knees. He then picked the boy up and placed him in the shower facing forward. Ed said, “Time to make your fantasy a reality,” and slipped his cock into the boys throat. “Seal your lips, and don’t swallow until i give you permission.” He then gave Wes his first mouthful of piss. Ed fed the boy mouthfuls of piss. Wes struggled every time he swallowed and gagged a bit, piss running down his shoulders and perfect little biceps. Ed was relentless, making Wes gargle with the piss,his face alternating between loving the submission demanded and disgust at the flavor. Finally Ed just stuck his cock down the boys throat and let the piss flow. Wes struggled but Ed kept his face in place with an iron grip. “Don’t worry boy, plenty of time for more practice later.” Ed pulled his cock out and pissed all over the boy, wetting his hair and body. He then gave the boy a final mouthful, making him hold it in his mouth for several minutes before letting him swallow. Ed told Wes to rest his ass on the back of his legs and left the boy on the shower covered in piss with pools of piss around him and the taste of Big Ed’s piss on his tongue, his head bowed as directed. Ed closed the door, making sure the piss smell would permeate the room and lay down on the bed.

oh honey, you really do know how to pick them 😜 honestly, if 28 isn't time to wisen up, when is?

Well, that's interesting .... I don't think I've ever been there (at night) before 10, 10:30 pm. The pool table area used to be jammed to the point guys couldn't get through the mass of Breeding men. Kudos for seeing what you could get away with !!! Sometimes, all it takes is one pair of guys to get things cranked up 😉

yes but with regard to the pozzlng videos i can see why they choose the visual of cuming outside and then pushing it all in. i prefer the really verbal ones where they yell about how they're dumping their toxic load deep into the bottom's cunt. the worst are when they just grunt quietly for a second. you just fucking changed a guy's entire life and if i blink a second i miss the whole thing?

Same here.

My all-time fave! I edge and brainwash myself to it at least once a week [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video.kmkbaeh672c/cumdump_p._hypno

Let me write my experience after visiting Tokyo. I went on a Saturday night around 10pm and left at 5am in the morning. This is the most unique bathhouse I've ever been. There was a mixed of Japanese and foreigners. I would say most people were 30+, ranging from muscular to chubby. Everyone fucks bare here. No one asks for condom and no one asks you to pull out (unlike in Korea where guys are OK with fucking raw, but they won't want you to cum inside). In fact, not only in 24 Kaiken but in the whole of Japan everyone fucks raw. The way Japanese guys approach sex is like if STDs and VIH didn't exist. They don't ask for your status, or for condoms; they always want it raw and for you to cum as deep as possible in them. And surprisingly, PrEP is not available in Japan. 24 Kaiken is a building with several stories. Reception is on the second floor. Third floor is the locker room. Fourth floor is the bathing area with traditional japanese sit-down shower area, hot and cold pools plus a jacuzzi. There are also separate shower cubicles past this area. The shower cubicles are used for sex too (I bred a very beautiful Japanese guys in one of them). Next to the shower cubicles, there are two steamrooms, and a dry sauna. People fucks in there. Fifth and sixth floors are interconnected rooms with "tatami" and bunk beds. This is the main cruising area. Besides the normal "eye contact" method used around the world when cruising, some guys will lie down on the beds and pretend to be sleeping, then other people will go to "molest" them. I also saw some small groups of sex. I remember one where a young twinky btm was being fucked by 4-5 older guys. People having sex in front of others were something I only saw at 24 Kaiken. I visited other sex clubs in Tokyo and Osaka, and they would no engage in public sex in those cruise clubs, but in 24 Kaiken the sex was so "communal". When someone was being fucked, other people would go to help and encourage you. I remember one time, I was fucking a japanese twink but it was having issues taking my size, so he was using his hands to block me from going too deep. Someone saw that and he went and grabbed the hands of the twink, so I could fucking him the way I wanted. It really felt like a "cumunion". I really recommend everyone to visit 24 Kaiken Shinjuku because it'll be a very different experience than Western bathhouses. I also recommend to visit some local sex clubs because these sex clubs are specialized in specific demographics. For instance, a sex club only for muscular guys, another for bears, and so on.

I have mentioned this before, and I'm glad to have backup for it. It's not that we individually can't have supportive poz friends; it's that there's no magical brotherhood that suddenly solves all our problems when we become poz. And there's a whole bunch of new problems to deal with that come along with that status (at least for most of us). I'm not so sure that's true. The medical community will tell you that you must take your medication every day to keep the virus suppressed, and for a lot of guys, that's probably true. But it's not universal; some guys' innate immune system hasn't been decimated by HIV, and missing a few doses may not have a huge impact on their health. Then again, being off meds for a few days (or even a week) is unlikely to produce the kind of viral levels that are highly likely to infect someone. The bigger problem with stopping meds for a time and restarting (now that we have such highly effective treatments) is that HIV, if allowed to reproduce, does so sloppily and creates mutations - most of which don't help the virus, but occasionally a mutation will develop that your previous medication won't be able to control as effectively. Then, even if you go back on meds, the mutated version may still keep propagating. Sometimes a med change will be effective, but there are only so many variants of HIV medication so far, and most contain some subset of the same handful of active ingredients.

He lifted my off my knees and pushed my back on the seat and went down on me. I was so horny that last few days plus i was jo when sucking him off, I knew i wasnt going to last long. He stuck his finger in me kind of rough and it hurt. "Ouch....", i said "Sorry i dont have lube and youre really tight down there", he said slurping on my cock He pushed in further and started to rub my prostate. I moaned but it was still hurting the way he was doing it. "Ohhhh yeah", i moaned I came in his mouth, spurt after spurt. cum from the last 2 weeks in his mouth. He moaned and slurped and sucked and swallowed all of it. After i had calmed down he took his mouth off and pulled out his finger. He sat back and i looked at him. He was cute. He had a hot tight body and was smaller and leaner then me. He also had a nice ass too. We chatted a bit and talked a bit more about our sexual experiences and him mostly topping especially guys who had fucked a lot. I told him i never been fucked yet. I could see him stroking his cock again and it getting hard when....bamn. Our friends scared us and slammed on the back of his car trunk. We quickly pulled up our pants even though they knew what we were doing. "Cmon on in here. Hurry up and cum. We are hungry and want to go grab some burgers at the Diner.", Rudy said I had met him once. He was Bart's friend same build and was a bottom. Bart told me he fucked him a lot. He was a bit fem and flirted a lot with the guys. We both yelled out back at them and opened the door. Bart got in the front and the other guys piled in and we went to the Diner.

Hey, you can call me Jack. It all started about a year before. My wife divorced me and took my house and hall my money. Why? She found out I am Bisexual. Here is the thing, I never cheated, never watched porn, never did.anything that could be considered unfaithful. She asked one day, I was honest and said yes, and she left. After the divorce, I decided that if I was going to lose my marriage over this, I would go ahead and embrace it. I went out and fucked around with guys. I am in great shape and am well endowed. Eight inches hard and thick. Getting guys was.not a problem. With all that I let a top have his way with my ass one night. Great sex. The thing was, he gave me the bug. I found out I was.HIV+ as a result. After that I stopped, for a while. It was after that when my daughter, Terri, moved in with me. She was on my side during the divorce. She left college to help me with all that happened. When Terri moved in she changed. She started wearing less around the house. Showing off her body. Encouraging me to.go out and fuck guys. Wanting to hear the details about it afterwards. Sitting on my lap. While I tell her. After a month of this she finally just said what was going on, "Daddy, how many hints do I need to drop until you give me what I want?" I was.confused. She was wearing a robe and took it off, revealing her naked body. "I have been trying to get you to fuck me and infect me with your HIV. Daddy your little girl wants your bug." What happened next was a flash. I was in my bedroom,.naked myself, kissing my daughter and scraping the inside o her pussy with my fingernails. I knew she was bleeding inside. There was no need for foreplay. I just pushed my hard dick into Terri's wet cunt. It felt so good to be inside my daughter. I have never fucked anyone so hard. She was screaming, "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with your poz.cock. Make me an infected slut. Make me your AIDS whore." That was all I needed to hear, my load was coming. "Here it comes baby, your first toxic and tainted load." She came while !y load shot into her, infecting and.corrupting her. "Thank you daddy." "We are not done yet." I said with evil intentions. I flipped her onto her belly. I was still hard and horny. She wanted to get pozzed, properly. Her juices was all the lube I needed. I forced my dick right into her virgin ass. Her scream was loud and intense. She couldn't speak. I could see the pleasure in her eyes. She was enjoying her father forcing her into anal. I lasted longer this time. She came several times. "I am close darling. Daddy is going to give you a.second load. You ready?" She barley spoke, but managed to squeak out, " do it daddy. Let the dick that made me be what kills me." I unloaded more HIV sperm into her. I kept going for a third one. She was too worn out by then to do more than groan with pleasure. When she came down with the fuck flu we went to the ER to confirm what we already knew. Her was HIV positive. When she recovered, we celebrated. We went to a sex club and let several men fuck her raw. They had no idea what was going to happen. My daughter is now my HIV wife. We share the bug with both men and women. Stealth sex with unsuspecting victims.

And this is why I cruise at night when I can... with my boner in full display looking for those nasty cum hole pigs to use 😉

The tongue flickered deliciously in and out of my dirty arsehole, and I forgot my embarrassment as I pushed it back into the old guys's face. Meanwhile, I was forced to suck the other man's warty cock and felt myself losing control and sinking into depravity. They sensed it too. "Oh yeah...he wants it now. Fuck the little bitch!" He held my shoulders down and rubbed his cock over my mouth as I felt the greasy haired guy get to his feet, steady my bare bottom, and begin to slide his stubby cock into my spit-lubed rectum. He started to fuck me roughly, as the other man leant over me and kissed him. I was just a hole for them to fuck and not long after the greasy haired man's thrusts became more urgent then he said "oh fuck!" and pushed hard into me as he spurted his dirty cum up me. " I needed that!" He gasped, pulling his cock out and leaving a drool of cum dripping from my hole. The thin man ruffled my hair . " Turn round like a good little pig." I was sobbing with a mixture of lust, shame and fear, but I did what I was told and turned to present my rump to him. He slid his cock into my dirty hole, and I groaned as I imagined the warts rubbing my insides as he began to thrust into me. "Same time tomorrow?" Said the greasy haired man to the other, whilst forcing my lips open and making me clean his dirty cock. " Y..yeah..oh nice..hang on and I'll cum." With that, he jerked and spurted in me. After a few moments he pulled out and the other man offered him a cum stained handkerchief to clean his cock. "Thanks." He said. They ignored me, zipping up and leaving the toilet as I stood there, naked from the waist down and dripping their cum onto the dirty floor.

I became a bareback cumdump in high school in the early 80's with other students - then I stumbled upon a Bay Area Reporter with the bathouse ads. It didn't take me long into my first visit to the Steamworks baths to be ass up head down in my room as a no load refused cumdump. Not everyone who got pozzed in the early 80's died - I didn't even go on HIV drugs till the mid 90's and stayed on treatment till 2012. 5 years later and after taking the loads of thens of thousands of men since 1981, I'm still here and my toxic hole is open to any hard cock n load offered...

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.