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Tex watched Nick’s head bob up and down, “Watch your teeth Boy” He said wincing “That’s a cock not a chew toy” Nick tried to be more careful. He had always hated when some women used her teeth while blowing him so he could sympathize “This boy is definitely straight ”Tex though as he nudged Nick's soft cock with a foot. He had to admit the thought off a straight man willingly sucking him turned him on just a bit Tex was not being an asshole though he knew he could be and Nick would have to accept it. But if they were going to be married this boy would have to be trained to serve him. “I am into a BD/SM lifestyle” Tex said after they had kissed for a while He leaned back in his chair and seated Nick between his legs pulling him back against him, holding him and let his hands roam his body “Get used to this” he said when Nick squirmed uncomfortably “it’s a requirement. I will hold you and touch you when I want” “BD/SN That involves a willing exchange of power. You give me control and I promise to live within the limits we agree on.” Tex went on “ Once you are a bit more experienced we will have a discussion and set those limits, I know a website that lists just about every kink imaginable. I will go through and mark the ones I am interested in and you can review them. Some will be marked in black. Those are non-negotiable. They are mainly the basics. Me holding and touching you. You sucking me, me fucking you, spanking, bondage and a few others. The rest we can talk about though if you just reject them all I will know you are not really trying” he explained "I will set some absolute rules right now though. You will never have sex of any kind with a woman as long as we are together. I won’t be your side thing physically or emotionally. Nothing beyond platonic friendship with women or I promise you I will leave your ass so fast your head will spin” Tex said firmly “This is my life and future we are talking about. I am going to do my best to love you and I promise that if you put in as much effort as I do I will stay with you even if you fail” he promised It was a much fairer deal than Nick was willing to accept in his worst case scenario “I can accept that” he said and relaxed as Tex pulled his shirt off and ran his hands over his skin “I know this is uncomfortable for you but I need you to tell me if something feels good. I won’t try anything painful… yet” “Painful?” Nick asked “Pain can be erotic if done right and some people actually enjoy it. I like to give it to that kind of man/ We will explore that in the future though” Tex said and he lightly pinched Nicks nipples Nick could not help it, he moaned “My Boy likes his nipples played with, Nice. That’s going to be fun” He pinched a bit harder then continued his exploration, not pausing for an instant when he reached the top if Nick’s pants He slipped his hand in and fondled that straight cock as Nick’s body stiffened “This cock and the rest of your body are mine to touch and play with any way he want” Tex said giving Nick’s balls a warning squeeze Nick forced himself to relax and let his unknowing father fondle his son’s cock “Lets get naked” Tex said "I want to see all of my Boy” Nick took of his shoes, socks and pants as Tex stripped Nick was hung above average but he was not in Tex’s league in length or thickness, he topped off at about 7 ½ inches and his balls were a little more than proportionate. His curly pubes again hinted at a mixed heritage to Tex He had a nice treasure trail to his navel, a patch of hair in the middle of his chest and a furry crack. “He’s dam near my perfect Boy” Tex thought liking everything he saw Nick on the other had stared in horror at “Tex Junior” There was just no way that could go up his ass Tex held in his laugh at the look on the younger man’s face “Don’t scare him more than he already is” he thought “Don’t worry, I will take special care to open you up before this monster goes in. Ass play and toys are two of my kinks and that’s damn lucky for you but that’s all going to happen after we are married. We will stick to oral before that” Tex said in an understanding voice “I want to teach you to enjoy what I can do to your body. You are going to have to if we ever want a chance to love each other” “Speaking or oral, we may as well get started. I assume you have never sucked a cock before” Tex said sitting back in his chair and spreading his legs So here here he was. Teaching a straight man to suck his cock. He sat up and put a hand behind Nick's head reaching the other down to punch his nipple again That got a reaction and Nick’s cock finally started to harden Tex almost sighed in relief. There was hope after all. Now that he was a bit more used to the idea he really wanted this to work and for that to happen Nick had to get sexual satisfaction from what they did together The Boy was taking more of his shaft in now and Tex moaned, Sensing that he was doing something right he sped up and only choked a little when Tex came in his mouth. He didn’t really like the taste but it wasn’t terrible either. He sighed and swallowed, sure Tex would nit like it if he spit it out Tex lay back catching his breath “that was a good first go at it. You will get better with time” he said “I got you off didn’t I” Nick said, He actually sounded a little hurt Tex looked at him for a couple minutes. This was an opportunity “You have never had a really great blowjob in your life, have you?” he asked “I’ve had a few. They always got me off just fine” Nick said and he actually sounded just a bit sullen “Better and better” Tex thought Nick looked up at him “Look, I want to give you a happy, satisfying life. More than that if I can do it. You are bailing my ass out big time and like you said earlier, this is OUR life and OUR future. I want US to make the best of it” he said earnestly and Tex’s heart melted just a little Say what you would. This Boy was a good Man. He was sacrificing a happier future to protect others and he was not restful about it ‘Here, let me show you” Tex said as he put a hand on the side of Nick’s face and kissed him Then he stood and said “Sit there” pointed to the chair Nick did as he was told and Tex got between his legs on his knees 30+ years of experience came into play as for almost an hour Tex kept this Boy on the edge. He brought him so close then backed off, he used his tongue and lips expertly. His hands sought out every erogenous spot on Nick’s body and with strokes, caresses and pinches heightened the younger man to a fever pitch of pleasure Nick had never felt anything like it. So close to cumming… it was just over that edge but Tex kept him balanced for long moments then let him fall back only to approach again seconds later All the while the thought “Oh my god, my father is sucking my cock! I’m going to cum in the man who made me’s mouth!” bounced around in his mind. The secret perversity of it made it even hotter In the final moments Tex slid a long finger up his ass and touches something Fireworks, Supernovas, the entire universe exploded and he came so hard his balls hurt afterwards “That is how you give a blowjob” Tex said to the semi-comatose man slumped in his chair Nick couldn’t respond Tex chuckled and picked him up in his arms carrying him back to hs bedroom Though it was only noon they slept for about an hour When they got up they showered and went out for lunch. It felt like a date to Tex as they talked about themselves and their lives over cheese steak sandwiches “Would you like to see what I hope will be your new home?” Nick asked him “I live here in the city I have a nice apartment and I think you may like it” “Sure, why not?” Tex said “Lets swing by you place and you can pack a couple day’s clothes. Make sure to bring your bathing suit” Nick said After about a 30 minute drive over to the good side of town, through it and into the very best part of it they pulled into an underground parking garage and Nick used a fob to call an elevator. They rode up and it opened into a light, airy foyer with large rooms off to the sides and a staircase up to a second floor ahead. Best of all, in the back corner there was a smallish pool about 20 by 25 feet “Wow” Tex said “Be it ever so humble” Nick said dryly He tool Tex upstairs to the master bedroom and Tex tossed his bag onto the bed “Can we try out the pool?” he asked Nick laughed “You sound like a little kid” then he seemed to think for a couple seconds and then he kissed Tex trying to be tender “He’s really trying” Tex though and his heart melted a little bit more They changed into bathing suits and Tex decided a shopping trip was in order. His Boy was not going to hide that gorgeous ass in those baggy assed trunks Tex’s thong barely contained “Tex Junior” soft, If he happened ot get hard it would just give up entirely The pool faced onto the street on the short side of the building and directly behind, across a 10 foot alley. was a brick building that was three stories higher than the pool level, The top two floors were obviously one large room because the windows were two stories high and you could probably look right into them from the master suite balcony above the pool Tex swam for a while then settled on a lounge in the sun ;looking up at the brick building He saw a reg headed man walk past the window, stop and look at him for a minute then call someon rover his shoulder The unmistakable tall, thin form of Zeke appeared in the window. He looked down at him and after a moment laughed Zeke called to someone else over his shoulder and a minute later Tommy appeared holding an oversized piece of paper with a phone number on it “You know Zeke?” Nick asked as Tex went inside and up the stairs to get his phone “Yeahm how do you know him?" he yelled as he walked” “We have business dealings, he owns that building and I own this one” came the reply Tex stood on the balcony and called the number Tommy was holding up and Zeke answered “You are the last person I ever thought I would see in Nick’s apartment, let alone in a thong by his pool’ Zeke said “Well my fiancé…” Then he thought fpr a second, moving the phone away from his mouth “ Hey Nick would you call me your fiancé yet? You haven’t given me a ring or anything yet” he asked the man below him at the pool “We will take care of that tomorrow and yes I guess that is the right term” Nick said and he didn’t sound too unhappy “Anyway” he said into the phone “My fiancé thought I should see my new home” then he asked Nick if he minded if he told his friend the story as Zeke gaped “He already knows parts of it, go ahead” Nick said Tex sketched in the story quickly “I knew your dad and he was an asshole” Zeke said, "I just had no idea he was your dad” “I really feel for Nick actually. We are going to make a try at a loving marriage but that will probably take a while, if it ever happens at all. He is straight but he is really trying” Tex said “Get an invite I have always wanted to swim in that pool” He heard Red's voice say in the backgrounds and laughed “Let me get settled in amd stable with Nick. I won't let him have sex with women anymore and I think in return I will give up other men for a while at least. The, sure if t’s ok with him” Tex said “Welcome to the neighborhood” Zeke said “Thanks” Tex replied and they hung up That night, as they lay in bed, Tex spooning Nick, the younger man asked in a sleepy voice "Tell me a bit more about BD/SM. It intrigues me for some reason” Tex told him little bits and pieces as they got drowsier “When we are having sex we use titles. You can chose if I call you Boy or Son or Slave nd if you want to call me Sir, Master or Daddy” the last was said with a yawn “Call me Son and I will call you Daddy” Nick said and then they both fell asleep *************************************************************************************************** How you liking it so far? Let me know! Scanbu

Coach opened the door to the room. Said you have lunch period 4? Tom answered that he did. Coach said, "Good, boy, I have another one for you. Just relax, he'll be here in2 min." Another one, Tom thought. Tom Twas totally confused. Meanwhile coach took his finger, made Tom lick it, stuck the finger in a baggy, and then in Tom's ass. It burned and Tom whined. Soon boy, it will feel so good. Just wait a minute or two. The knock on the door told Coach is was time to hood Tom again. Done quickly, Tom heard the door open and a deep voice say, "this the kid who wants to play?" When coach pulled the sheet off Tom to unveil the masterpiece, the man said, "Hell, you sure he's only 19 with all that fur." Here is his driver's license," Coach replied. The man played with Tom's furry ass saying, "I could comb it, but I'm in a hurry. I'm going to fuck it." Finger first had Tom writhing in pleasure. Tom's please Sir fuck me had the man ready. The man said, "You want this fat cock boy? Show me, back up on it." Tom reached around felt for the big cock hand helped to find it way into his hole. He pushed back surprised that he opened easily for it. His hole gulped the dick and Tom pushed back. Suddenly, he began to move back and forth moaning like a bitch. The feeling overwhelmed him. He began to say fuck me over and over. The man rolled Tom onto his back without removing his cock from Tom's hole. The minute he was over he began to pound Tom like a hammer on a nail. Tom pleaded, "harder, fuck me harder." Both man and boy were sweating like in a sauna. Suddenly, Tom shot a load out his cock. The man felt the orgasm in Tom's hole and shot his load as well. The man got up. Tom heard him get dressed and leave. Coach came in saying, "shower boy. I've got 5 Guys for us. Get that plug in you." Tom answered, "Yes, Sir." He slid the plug in but it was sliding out. Coach produced a larger one and Tom worked it in. The ate in the room. Coach said, "We have to get out of here now. They need to pick up cameras and lights." Tom didn't really understand but knew his hole wanted more than the plug. He asked, "Did you take videos?" Coach answered, "I didn't, but a friend did. I'll give you an address to find them on Internet. You can see how good you look all fucked up." "Was this the interview for scholarship," Tom asked. Coach said, "The scholarship is insured."

I found the address easily enough then sat in my car feeling horrendously nervous, so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home a few times but, I knew deep down this was what I wanted, needed and that it was my destiny. The instructions were simple. 'The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread 'The gift' I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no-one is taking prep or any other oral precaution. Furthermore, it goes without saying that condoms are strictly prohibited. Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the apartment door it will be unlocked. Enter and make sure it's closed behind you. Remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If your a poz top breeder take a red wrist band. If your neg for breeding take a green wrist band. Then enter through the inner door. Lastly, I hope you all have a very productive and enjoyable experience. I will be attending but incognito' So, I stood naked inside the front door wearing my green wrist band. I was still nervous but more excited than apprehensive now. My cock was dripping precum but still flaccid due to my nervousness and my hole felt sensitive and ready for what I expected to be subjected to. I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. There was very little light inside the apartment but, I noticed my green wrist band was still just about visible. The windows must have been covered with something to block, as far as possible, the lights of the city. I could see people, or at least the shapes of people. I would say there were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of guys on their knees sucking cock and a two guys on the floor. One kneeling and another behind with a red wrist band rimming his hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood and the other guy turned him around and began fingering his arse. It was then a tall man, well over 6ft approached me. He was wearing a green band and, now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see disappointment in his eyes as he swa the band I was wearing. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. As we kissed the door from which I'd just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh. His cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing red. The guy I was with immediately lost interest in me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps between us. He looked at us and smilled "Ah, fresh meat" My companion reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomers hard pulsating member. At that exact moment I felt a hand cup my left arse cheek. I turned and saw an older black man. Probably in his late 50s with a grey goatee and shaven head. He was fairly well built too, a type I'd always found attractive. I turned and he took my left hand, showing green, in his right hand which had a red plastic band around its wrist. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his cock, hard, between us. "You come for some seed boy. Want to fornicate with a big fertile black man who will fertilise you, impregnate you. Is that what you want" My knees went week and blood rushed from my head to my hole and my cock. I actually felt faint and thought for a second I was unable.to stand. Luckily he was holding me tight. All I could do was nod and mumble "Yes" He kept hold of my hand and lead me to a small bedroom off to the side of the main room. There was a guy fucking another over the end of the bed. The guy being fucked was snivelling asking the top to stop as it was too painful. My guy pushed me down on my knees and offered his cock to my mouth which I greedily took inside. He was big, maybe 9 or 10 inches and thick. He tasted great. "I fucked another guy just now but didn't cum. You can taste his arse on my cock" It was a statement rather than a question. Whatever, I lived the taste and the smell. I looked up at his body and into his eyes. I thought, I want this guy to be the one who breeds me positive and to carry his seed. I cradled his his heavy balls as I sucked his member. By the weight they must be full of his poz sperm. As if he could read my thoughts he said "I haven't cum for five days so I have a big load and I'm going to fill your guts with it. Going to make you pregnant" With that he lifted me under my arms and pushed me back on the bed just as the guy on the end of the bed orgasmed into the other guys arse who was saying "oh god oh god you've really done it, oh god" My partner lifted my legs onto his shoulders and I could immediately feel the tip of his poz cock at the entrance to my neg hole. My hole seemed to realise what was about to happen and opened slightly to let him enter. Without any lubricant he pushed himself into me, past my sphincter and into my guts. It was painful. My body wasn't used to anyone with his girth. I feel his stretching my hole deep inside. I could envisage his cock tearing at the soft flesh, creating small fissures that would increase the liklihood of a successful insemination. He began to fuck faster now. He smelt wonderful. Testosterone sweat dripped off his head and body onto mine. Occasionally he would find my mouth with his and explore mine with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and breathlessly to me to turn over. I did as I was told. Then as he pushed his cock hard inside me he grabbed both my wrists a pushed my arms up behind my back. "No escape now, daddies going to knock you up" His thrusts became even more intense. This was what I'd wanted, dreamed of fantasised about for years and it was finally happening. I was completely surrendering my body, my life to this man and his seed. He fucked me for at least another ten minutes, hard and fast. His cock like a giant piston at full RPM. Suddenly he said "I'm going to cum in you now, you ready for my load" "Yes please poz me, fuck me up, infect me" At that moment with one final thrust he ejaculated deep inside me. Rope after rope of his thick fertile poz seed was pumped into me. I can still remember exactly how it felt, that moment that changed my life.

Just Me

Hi. I've been lurking around this forum for 11 years. Thanks for all the stories that I've busted a nut to. I AM NOT A WRITER. I apologize in advance for the editing. It was done on a horrible HP keyboard that I will be throwing away now. I think the story is easy enough for people to follow. Its styled well and no run on sentences, at least! The one thing that you will notice is that I repeatedly change from "tenses" from past and present. This was hard to correct since I was reliving the memories. If a good editor would like to help me fix that, it would be much appreciated. THIS IS MY FIRST WRITTEN STORY EVER. This isn't hardcore at all; but does involve slamming and homoerotica. I would like to tell some other stories so that I can release some memories out into the universe. Sadly one of these guys are gone and my therapist thought this (writing) might help ease some of my feelings. Hope you enjoy, guys. ▌│█║▌║▌║ E N J O Y ! ║▌║▌║█│▌ There's an undeniable tension between Ty and me, something more than just a drug dealer and an addict. It's a twisted sort of love, one we both seem to crave, even if we'll never admit it out loud. I find myself thinking about Ty often, wondering what it is that keeps drawing us together, despite our differences. He's an oddball, sure, but there's something about him that I can't resist – something raw, something real. I know he's fascinated with my body, with my cock, with the way I move and the way I am. And while he might not be able to admit it, I can tell that there's more to his desire than just a simple fixation on my physical form. When I do meth with Ty in the room, I can feel his eyes on me, his hunger for me palpable. It's an intensity that I've never felt before, and I can't help but get off on it. There's something about the power play, about knowing I'm in control that drives me wild. It's not just about the meth, either. Don't get me wrong, I love the high – the rush, the euphoria, the way it makes my body hum with pleasure. But there's something about sharing that experience with Ty that makes it that much more intense. It's like our addiction feeds off each other, like we're both getting high on something more than just the drug itself. I think about the way Ty watches me, the way his eyes follow my every move as I inject, the way he can't seem to look away even as I stroke my dick for his benefit. There's a raw honesty to his desire, an undeniable hunger that I can't help but feed into. I know Ty's caught up in his own addictions, both to me and to the meth, but I can't help but wonder if there's a part of him that sees something real in me, something more than just the trick he's dealing with. Maybe there's a part of him that's looking for something real in return, something beyond the high. I hope so, because I need him. I'm no saint, and I know that I'm taking advantage of his fascination, using it to my benefit. But I can't help but feel a connection to him, a bond that goes beyond the drugs and the sex. It's like we're both drowning, but we're drowning together, and there's a certain comfort in that. I think about how Ty will never have the life he wants, how his addiction to both me and the meth will keep him tethered to a world that's far from perfect. But at the same time, I can't deny the way he makes me feel, the way he pushes me to the edge and keeps me coming back for more. We're both damaged goods, Ty and I, but there's something about the way our lives intersect that makes us fit together in a way that's almost perfect. It's a twisted kind of love, one that I don't think either of us will ever find anywhere else. And as I get ready to slam another dose, as I **watch** Ty **watch** me, I can't help but think about how much I'd do for him, how far I'd go to keep our twisted little dance going. It's not just about the high anymore; it's about the connection we share, the bond that keeps us both __cumming__ back for more. <<author's note: testing forum for Markdown support>> I'm standing in our small, freshly cleaned bathroom. Ty can sometimes be a clean freak, especially concerning the bathroom and kitchen. Then again, sometimes other rooms of the house can look like the motel scenes from 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." The water is running in the shower, steam starting to fill the room. I've left the door wide open, on purpose, knowing full well that Ty would eventually wander in and catch a glimpse of the show I've got planned. The idea of teasing him, of making him watch and him to anxious or even possibly shy to do a damn thing about it, turns me on something fierce. In my right hand, I've got the tourniquet, loosely wound around my upper arm, ready to be tightened when the time comes. In the other, a folded-up piece of aluminum foil, carefully tucked away until the perfect moment to reveal it. My skin's already itching with anticipation, the rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through me. I've always preferred slamming to snorting or smoking meth, for the sheer thrill of sticking the needle into my vein and watching the liquid turn into a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. It's a high like no other, and I can't get enough of it. The burn of the meth, the sting of the needle – it's all part of the ritual. The water's getting warmer, and I step into the shower, letting the hot spray dance across my skin, washing away any dirt and odor from the day as I prepare for the main event. I like some smells and odors, even masculine ones, but I have a paranoid fear that I sometimes smell and that it might turn a client off. I sometimes become fixated on that. So, I take my time, soaping up, rubbing myself down, and knowing Ty's likely watching me from the doorway. He's good at staying hidden in the shadows, but I know he's there. I can almost feel his eyes on me, devouring my every move, and it's making my dick swell in my hand as I stroke it, slowly, enjoying the sight of my own flesh. I don't want to brag, but for my size, my boy stick looks rather large; God did me out of proportion, thankfully. Most people first notice the width of it; fucker looks swollen all the time, plump, engorged, even when soft. Then, they normally mention the length next. Right at 9 inches. At least 8 and 3/4, for real for real. FRFR. I will confess to looking in mirrors and even turning myself on. I finish roughly washing my prized junk. My balls hanging somewhat low due to the heat from the water. I shaved yesterday in the standalone shower in the other bedroom. Ty gave me some excellent razor blades and sat in the bathroom with me, fixated on my downstairs area. I didn't get hard because I was nervous about having an audience while also handling something so sharp. I have accidentally made some stupid motions while fucked up tweaking that did damage to my joystick. I mean, what kinda kinky pervert wants to watch somebody shave their junk? Other than my homeboy Ty? I'm not sure why Ty's so into me; Jesse, this dirty, filthy addict. But I've learned to use his fascination to my advantage, toying with his desire while getting my fix. It's a game we play, and I'm always one step ahead. The water's now steaming hot, and I turn it off, leaving a puddle of water at my feet as I step out of the shower, dripping wet. I towel off my hair, letting one small towel slip to the floor as I bend over to pick up another and also the foil from where I'd left it. The aluminum crinkles in my hand as I open it, revealing the clear shards inside. I've never been one for subtlety, and I hold the foil up for Ty to see, watching his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, still naked under the larger towel, getting ready to shoot up. He's probably got a lil bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth; probably pre-cum leaking out of his semi-aroused pole. My body was still slick with water; the water droplets on my tattooed arms began to evaporate as I focused on the task at hand. With the crystal now on the counter, I begin carefully preparing a shot. I take out a clean syringe and a small spoon, and I measure out a heroic dosage of clear onto the spoon. I then add a few drops of water to the spoon, and I stir the shards and powder until there’s nothing left but a smooth, liquid pool in the spoon's concave center. After adding my filter, I carefully draw the solution into the syringe, making sure to remove any air bubbles. My movements were practiced and precise, the result of years of experience. I could have done this in my sleep; hell, I think I have worked some shots up in my sleep. But, never while driving, I promise. I find the vein in my arm with practiced ease, running my fingers over the crook of my elbow, feeling for the right spot. With my other hand, I grab the syringe from the counter, filled with my hefty dose of dope, noting the liquid filled chamber. I'm not one to skimp on my high, and Ty can watch as much of it as he wants. This is gonna be a master-blaster. So stand back, or get closer, either one! The tourniquet, now tight around my arm, I trace my throbbing vein just like a hunter would sight through a rifle, to insure myself where I'm aiming. I'm getting ready to slide the needle when I notice how quiet it is. I normally turn on the bathroom fan, but didn't because I wanted to retain the heat and humidity from the shower. In the quietness, I notice I can hear Ty's breathing quickening as I set up the show for him. And, I smile, or maybe smirk, knowing he's getting off on this as much as I am. I plunge the needle in, feeling the cold metal bite into my flesh, then slide it smoothly into my vein. I push the plunger down, watching the meth enter my body, feeling it course through my veins like wildfire. I let out a low groan as the meth hits my system, the rush of pleasure and euphoria spreading through my body like a wildfire. I mutter some curse words. I guess my mouth must've been open because a tiny trail of slobber ran down my chin and landed on my abs. My dick involuntarily twitches, moving the towel still wrapped around my waist. It's a sign that it will eventually be rock hard and ready for anything. I toss the used syringe into the sink, letting it clatter against the porcelain, and reach for the towel to wipe my arm clean. I stand up and turn back to face the door, my almost nude body glistening with water, my skin taut and flushed with excitement. Ty's there, leaning against the doorway, his eyes locked on me. I think I can still hear his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's wearing a blinding white t-shirt and athletic pants that button up each side, like you're able to just rip them off. Though I sometimes still get confused about my attraction to some males, I'm no longer ashamed of it. So, as Beetlejuice would say, "it's Showtime..." "You like what you see?" I ask, my voice thick with arousal. Ty swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nods. "So fuckin'' much," he whispers, his eyes locked on my downstairs, which seems to be throbbing or vibrating from the drugs. I grab my one eyed anaconda and shake it at him. I know I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me, unable to do anything but watch. It's a heady feeling, having the power to turn him inside out with just a look, a touch, or a comment. "Hey, Ty. I'm not ignorant, man. I know you want it, don't you?" I ask, stroking my dick slowly. "I bet you even want to taste it? Even want to feel it inside you, don't you, man?" He swallows again, his voice shaking as he nods. "More than anything." "Then why tha fuck don't you come here and get it?" I taunt him, enjoying the power play. "I'm right here, all wet and ready, and you're too He nods, his eyes locked on my hand as I continue to stroke my dick, feeling it flex and then grow in my grip. I almost never get dope dick; but I sometimes can't bust a nut. This shot of clear, though, appears to be getting me rock-hard and ready to burst though. So, luckily, I know it's only a matter of time before I will be cumming. I lean back against the counter, spreading my legs, giving Ty a clear view of my cock as I stroke it faster and faster. The water on the floor steams up as I work myself into a frenzy, watching him watch me. "You like that, Ty?" I ask, my voice rough with need. "You like watching me play with my dick while you're stuck outside? Wishin' you could feel it for yourself?" He nods again, his face flushed, his eyes transfixed on my hand. "More than anything," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his Adidas pants, and I can almost taste his need as much as my own. It's a heady combination, knowing I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of my hand on my own cock, the meth-induced euphoria making every touch feel electric. I stroke faster, my breathing quickening, the sounds of my own pleasure filling the room as Ty watches me lose myself in the moment.. "God, I'm close," I say, my voice ragged. "So fucking close. I'm gonna come, Ty, and you're gonna watch it all." He nods, his eyes wide, watching as I begin to really pump my piston, noticing my dick twitching in my hand, as my body puts itself on auto-pilot, preparing to empty my nuts and blow my load. The meth's got me wired, and I can feel the tension in my balls building, the pressure rising, ready to burst. My nut sack narrowed around my balls. I could feel that familiar sensation I craved of my cream-filled balls rising, snuggling up to meet my body. I could feel them drawing up and tightening, even feel my boy-juice flowing up from my sacred jewels and loading into my giant cum cannon. "Fuck, Ty," I gasp, my eyes still closed, focused on the sensation coursing through me. "I'm gonna come, yo!" He swallows, his eyes locked on my cock, and I can see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he struggles to contain his own desire. I don't think he's blinked a single eyelid since this drama began. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body twitching and spasming as I erupt, shooting ropes of cum across the bathroom in every direction. I keep stroking my shaft, avoiding the sensitive head, a trick a mutual friend of ours showed me he could do that allowed him to double nut. My hips began bucking uncontrollably, and more jizz flew out of my balls, splattering loudly against the mirror, spraying the sink, coating the floor, and even a jet landed on the wall adjaent to the sink, painting the room in my silky hot spunk. I lean against the counter, panting as I watch the mess I've made, knowing that Ty's going to be the one to clean it up. With a smirk, I say, "You can clean that up for me, you straight chasing relentless cock worshipper. Its all yours, and plenty of it, my white nigga." Ty nods, his eyes locked on the cum-coated surfaces, his hand reaching out as if he's about to touch it, but stops short once more. His eyes flick to mine, and I can see the desire burning in them. "Don't worry, you sick fuck, I'm gonna let you have a taste," I say, enjoying the power play one last time. "Just hurry and clean it up." His face lights up with excitement, and he moves to start wiping the cum from the mirror, the sink, and the floor. As he gets up off the floor to clean the wall, I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his own arousal. "Once you're done here, you can do that other thang you do," I say, watching him work. "I'm high as fuck, so you might get an encore in just a bit. I mean, if you’re up for it,” Ty nods, his voice shaking as he speaks. "Fuck yeah, bruh. That's what I'm talking about." He finishes cleaning the bathroom, and I watch as he leans over the sink to retrieve one last smear of my cum from the mirror. To my surprise, he brings his finger to his mouth and licks it off, savoring it, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Goddamn, Ty. What the fuck? You really really like my boy cream, don't you? Dayumm, like you for real for real, aintcha?" I ask, my voice thick with curiosity. "Shit, man," I continued. "You fuckin' addicted to dope, dick, and my jizz. After all, they say it's the other white cream," I chuckled, trying to fashion a joke together but, as it turns out, I was too blasted to follow it through, and so it fell flat. Ty wasn't concerned about my comedy failings. He still was sucking MY semen from HIS finger. "Man, I gotta admit that I do find that pretty hot. I mean, never have I ever had any client or fuck buddy that was such an openly dedicated and enthusiastic cum guzzler." He sheepishly nods, his eyes locked on mine, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I think I just might be ah-dick-ted," he said amusingly, his voice low and husky. "But, its more that I feel closer to you when I eat your cum, like there's something more so intimate, yet twisted, about it. Look, this friendship we've forged, this relationship we have, has come along way in the past year, don't you think? Sometimes I forget that the only reason I even know you is because you STOLE my boyfriend’s Harley while he was in jail. The one I was still making payments on!" <<author’s note: I hope to work this story in eventually. Remind me if I don’t! >> I raise an eyebrow, the memory also just reemerging to the front of my consciousness as well. Amused by his admission. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. I'll give you as much baby batter as you need to keep you hooked." Wow. That def fed my ego: I have somebody, by their own admission, saying that they are addicted to my precious jock juice. Ty laughs, or tries to, as he is hampered by continuing to lick his finger clean. "I'll take all you've got, Jesse. Every last muthafuckin' drop." And with that, he stands, walks over, and sloppily kisses me on the lips. (I forgot to mention that we both have big, full, natural lips. So, all of our kisses are sloppy, no matter who we’re making out with. Plus, Ty totes like 4 tubes of various tubes of Nivea chap sticks at all times because he hates dry lip, which he said he gets from certain batches of meth. If we ever smoke clear with our friends, we use a shabong. When Ty passes it, they know better to complain and just grab a towel and wipe it off from his previous nigga-lippin’ action.) He heads back toward his bedroom to get more drugs, leaving me alone to enjoy the afterglow of my high and the twisted dynamic of our relationship. I can't help but wear a goofy smile as I sit there on the sofa knowing he'll be thinking about that orgasm, my orgasm, for days. He loves me in an inconceivable way, but I know its real. Ty used to have all kinds of guys around, whether he wanted them there or not. They were usually boys younger than me, which were plentiful in and around Athens. He preferred the backwoods guys over the university ones. But, for slightly over a year now, since I've been around, he obviously marked me as his territory, and I haven't seen any more dudes hanging around in a long time. I sometimes check his phone. He never deletes anything and really is too honest to cheat. Nada. Other than porn, which I love too, there’s no signs of a significant or insignificant other. I think to myself how lucky I am. I mean, he brought me out of homelessness. Once I realized he was a genuine person and got over his intense preoccupation with me, I realized I had the dick and the power in this relationship. I will reflect on this later, I tell myself. For now, I'm freshly drained but still buzzing. My hormones and neurotransmitters are sending signals to my in the facis...Jed move away from there. Ty and I had lots of sayings and inside jokes between us.) I feel the high beginning to wash over me in waves. It's a high like no other, and I know that no matter how many times I do it, I'll always be coming back for more. The end.

When I was a slut and tagging every ass I could find, I met a guy named Blake through work. He invited me over after work when everyone else went to the bar. Once I had him on his back and legs on my shoulders, he had the nerve to ask me to wrap it up. Although annoyed, I did as he wished though I used less lube in the hopes it would snap. It didn't and I ended up wasting my load. Blake enjoyed himself enough that he invited me over a second time but he could tell I wasn't feeling it. When asked why, I told him my aversion to condoms. He was shocked I preferred bareback but made me promise if I pulled out, I could slip it in raw. Upon hearing that, I happily followed him home. I could tell this was new territory for him but he was true to his word and accepted my cock without a word and he obviously loved it. I reluctantly pulled out as he requested but somehow managed not to cum. When he asked why I didn't cum, I told Blake that as annoyed I was about shooting in a rubber, shooting on his chest after an intense fuck was worse. (Honestly, I was just after one thing and that was to seed his hole and I was doing everything I could to achieve that goal.) It was obvious he was conflicted by it all and while he thought it over, i decided to make the decision for him. I led him to his bathroom, leaned him over the sink and sunk my cock into his hole. I only lasted a few minutes but really enjoyed blowing my load into his ass. Blake must've enjoyed it too because he came all over the mirror. He asked me to stay the night, which I agreed and made sure to breed his ass each time as I wanted him to accept his role as a cumdump.

These prosecutions are rare for a reason, this is not common. It has to be said however, that if you are hiv+ actively not on treatment and there are records of your diagnosis, there can be ramifications. Courts can get all of your records if they want too and there is probable cause. In this case he admitted to what he did. IMO this is NOT about the criminalization of HIV. I don’t think any person who is undetectable should ever be prosecuted for having unprotected sex. This is simply a blatant disregard for others autonomy. Take another example, if diabetes was transmissible, I would be extremely pissed if someone purposefully gave it to me. Most feel the same about HIV. There is a reason why stealthing even on here is only allowed as a fiction topic, it is illegal, and imo immoral if you are looking to infect another. Like I said before there are plenty of people that love anon sex and don’t ask questions. If you are poz and don’t want meds find them. These stories give a terrible name to the gay community and contribute hugely to HIV stigma.

Nicholas sat in his car a block from the trailer part working up his nerve. It was either this or marry that bitch Gwen and Gwen, who thought she had him by the balls, was thin and flat chested. She had a face that looked like she had been chasing parked cars and repeatedly smashed it into the bumper out of sheer stupidity. She had also flat out said she would do everything she could to make his life as miserable as possible just for the entertainment value of it. They had hated each other since childhood and it had only gotten worse when circumstances made it look like they would be forced to marry Nick had one alternative but only if he kept a secret only he knew. It all depended on the man he had finally tracked down to this trailer park. The mans name was Tex ***** Tex felt better today. He had been ill for two days with flu like symptoms “The Bug Flu probably” he thought “If so I’m already toxic to others” Tex was in his early 50s though you could not tell from his body or his face. Most people would guess 35 tops. His skin was the color of coffee with just enough cream in it thanks to his mother. She was an exotic Egyptian woman his Dad had met while in the army stationed in Europe Their marriage had not lasted, mostly ecause his mother had a very low tolerance for bullshit. She lived in Paris now and her current boyfriend was 15 years younger than Tex himself. Go mom He had gotten the blue eyes and straight black hair from his dad he also got his tall well muscled 6 foot frae and light body hair from the man. He had never seen his dad naked so he had no idea which side had granted him the ten inch, thick monster between his legs he jokingly called “Tex Junior” He was usually a total top but he had finally given in to his friend Zeke’s repeated requests to poz him. He knew Zeke from his earliest days in the bathhouse. You had met years ago on what had been the first visit there for both men. They had shared a couple bottoms that night and become friends whenever they saw each other on future visits. Every time they saw each other Zeke had said he would love to poz him “Not tonight my friend” Tex would laugh Tex had watched Zeke gradually develop that demon-like persona and had honestly worried about kos friends sanity until Tommy had come along and rescued him from his own darkness. Each time they met after that Zeke would tell him about his latest adventures with the beautiful young man Three weeks ago he and Zeke had been watching Zeke’s two life partners, Tommy and Red poz a couple twinks and it looked like so much fun. Tex had surprised himself by saying “You ready for that crack at my ass you been wanting for so long Zeke?” “Any time, any place Tex” Zeke said perking up *********************** “Finall-fucking-ly” Gabriel said from behind Tex’s eyes. Only one being on this planet could hear him “We have been pushing these two to fuck for years” Ezekiel agreed “This is going to be good" It was the first time they had ever gotten two of their major agents together this way in a century and they loved how it felt to have sex on both the higher and lower planes at the same time. They could only do that with major agents they had discover in the distant past Just like Ezekiel used Zeke to change people’s life paths Gabriel used Tex, Neither human knew how seemingly random things they had done had saved someone from a future of misery or even saved the world Gabriel and Zeke flowed into each other almost merging completely in their higher form of sex as their agents approached each other *********************** “What made you change your mind?” Zeke asked “It just seems like the right thing to do tonight, how do you want me?” Tex responded a bit nervously. Zeke was every bit as hung as he was Surprisingly Zeke leaned in to kiss him and they made out against the wall for a while. That caught people’s attention. Zeke never kissed anyone but his life partners in the bathhouse Tommy and Red just smiled and winked at each other. They knew Tex was special to Zeke Zeke broke off the kiss and finally answered “Your choice my friend. You are not just some random guy I am pozzing for the fun of it. You mean a lot to me” I think on my side on the couch here would be easiest” Indicating the throne like couch Zeke and his men reigned from “Go easy on my buddy I have not been fucked in years” Zeke lay down and stretched out holding his arms open as Tex joined him. They made out for a while longer then Tex said “I’m ready” and rolled over He grit his teeth as Zeke worked his way in as gently as he could. After a few moments Tex started to enjoy the feeling of fullness and even squeezed Zeke inside of him “It feels even better than I thought it would when you do that “Zeke groaned as he began sliding in and out Tex felt long thin fingers circle his nipples then gently pinch and groaned himself. His cock stuck straight out and it dripped precum onto the couch They didn’t last long, Soon Zeke’s breath came in ragged gasps as Tex ground back into him and as he felt Zeke’s toxic cum fill his insides his cock shot off sending cum spewing across the room Zeke rolled him back over and they made out again for a while. It had been incredible and special for both f them *********************** As the two humans came Gabriel and Ezekiel literally exploded as their higher orgasm blew them away from each other seconds before they merged completely/. The pieces of each of them flowed back together and they stood panting though they had no actual need to breathe They came back together and held each other floating in mid air kissing like humans That had been the ultimate expression of the love they had felt since the precursors of Man had evolved the ability to feel the emotion over a million years ago “Lets not wait another century to do that again” Gabriel said “Truly, though I don’t think we should ever get these two together again. They both have to much to do to get hung up on each other” “I know” Gabriel said then a possible future caught his attention “Hey look at this and especially look at HIM, He has all the prerequisites to be yonr of your major agents and he has almost as much potential as your Zeke does” “Yeah, I have lost a few major agents lately, They all pass eventually. If I take him on and we nudge here and here we should be able to…” Ezekiel said “He’s not going to like it at first but his other choices are much worse for him. It’s one of those “for his own good” situations” “We have never managed to get two of our major agents together like that but look what they can accomplish and think of all the times we can repeat today!” Gabriel said That decided Ezekiel, He leaped behind the eyes of the guy they were looking at and made the minor changes inside making him a major agent. He already had hundreds of thousands of them around the world and he could be in all of them at the same time with no problem The man’s name was Nicholas *********************** Nicholas still sat in his car. This was crazy! He couldn’t do this! For one thing he was straight! What id Tex wanted to… and he would have to,,, in a very real way he would be putting himself ay Tex’s mercy if he did this. And then there was that final secret. The other option was Gwen though, At least there was a chance Tex was a good person That decided him He got out of the car and knocked on the trailer door and knocked ***** Tex had showered and made breakfast. He planned to walk the three blocks to the park and cruise a bit. He was horny after two days being sick and not getting off He slipped into his walking shorts s which kept him from getting arrested but did very little else, they were so tight, when he heard a knock on his door The man standing outside looked like he was in his mid to late 20s, He had green eyes, reddish brown hair in tight curls that suggested a mixed heritage despite his pale creamy skin. He was about five foot seven, stocky and fit. To put it succinctly he was the type of man Tex liked from his head to his toes He looked familiar. “I must have hooked up with him before” Tex thought and he unconsciously ran a hand over his bulge adjusting himself The man blanched then swallowed and said “Tex?” “Yeah, when did we hook up and remind me what your name is gorgeous. I’m glad you came back for more” Tex said and this time the grope was deliberate “Umm we have never hooked up since I have not seen you since I was about 8. I’m Sarah Peter's boy, Nicholas” Nick said Tex stopped rubbing his bulge and said “That would be the reason you look familiar. You look just like her on the face. You may as well come on in I’m sure you came here for a reason” he stepped back and let Nick pass “I think you were about 8 the last time I visited home. How is Sarah?” “She died in a car crash last year along with my dad” Nick said “I’m truly sorry to hear that” Tex said simply “So what can I do for you?” Tex said as they sat in the living room. He never would have guessed the answer to that question in a million years “You can marry me and come live with me” Nick said and he sounded serious “Ummmm, what?” Tex stammered “You can marry me and come live with me” Nick said again “Look, let me explain. First of all Your father was an asshole. No offense but he was” “No argument there” Tex agreed :He harassed my mother till the day he died but she never gave him the time of day. His house was next door to us” Nick said “I know, I spent my teen years there. It’s how I know your mom” Tex said “He used to watch her by the pool out his window and I swear he was masturbating. He always told me I should have been his son. Talk about creeping a kid out… just ewwww." Nick shuddered "Anyway since he could not have my mom he decided to ruin my life. In his will he left me everything but only if I marry someone descended from him by my 30the birthday. That's three months from now. I have to stay married to that person for 15 years. If they divorce me it’s all off. He made the will before gay marriage and so he thought my only choice would be your niece Gwen” “She is a little bitch isn’t she? Just like her mom” Tex said “So this is all about money? Are you really that hard up?” “Hardly” Nick said dryly “I started a company with some friends pf mine in by first year in college. It uses your genetics to tell you your ancestry, You have probably heard of it, I am a millionaire many times over” Nick said “Then why?” Tex asked “It’s what happens to all that money if I don't, Your dad was very well off, Probably one of the richest men in the country, All that stock he bought in that fruity computer company and other investments. Anyway if the money does not go t me and the person I marry it will get rolled into a political action pact and will only support the most rabid right wing politicians who want to set our country back socially 60 years, It will literally be used to push for every form of discrimination possible on the local, state and federal levels, Like I said your dad was an asshole” Nick said in disgust “I am totally straight but you are my only choice other than Gwen and she will delight in making me wish I had never been born for the next 15 years. She has flat out said so. I'm also sure she would divorce me at 14 years 11 months out of spite. On the bright side if I don’t marry her she will probably end up scrubbing toilets” Nick said smiling faintly at that thought “So, a gorgeous straight boy walks into my house and asks me to marry him. He has to do what I tell him if I do because if not I can just divorce him and wreck the country. Is that pretty much it? Tex asked Nick nodded Tex thought about it and found he had strong feelings about marriage, “This is important to me, Marriage I mean though I never met anyone I wanted to marry. I won’t marry someone I don’t think I can love and there needs to be at least a possibility that they love me back. If I marry someone we are going to sleep in the same bed every night and I’m going to fuck them probably every night. I might have HIV due to recent events. There is a pretty damn strong chance of it, I don’t bottom, I don’t play safe and I will never pull out so anyone in that situation will get infected most likely. If you can live with all that I am willing to try” Nick swallowed. He hadn’t counted on the HIV thing but even that was better than Gwen. “I will do my best to satisfy you and there is a possibility I could grow to love you. Love is not dependent on sexuality though it helps, I would ask that you be patient with me, I am a virgin when it comes to sex with a man. Oh and I have been told I snore” Nick said Then come sit on my lap and let me see how you kiss boy” Tex said Nick sighed and did what he was told kissing Tez was not that bad actually and he had done everything he could to avoid it Though it was slightly unethical he had even checked the genetic database his company had amassed looking for unknown love child of Tex’s Dad, He used Gwen/s DNA to run the search. She had used his company He had found one match but it was impossible to marry that person He had known since he had founded the company that the man he thought of as his dad was not his actual dad, He was from pure European stock, There was way to much north eastern African in his genetic makeup that didn’t come from his pure European mother either Nick was kissing his own father right now and no one could ever know *************************************************************************************** This has been bouncing around in my head for a while. Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Simple but maybe incredibly complex depending on the person... Why do you cone to check this site out? Personally, I enjoy the erotic stories. They give me a glimpse of what paths I could've taken but did not. I've seen possibilities in my life where I was being passed around but the bug never took. I've also turned down going home with someone based on an uneasy vibe they were giving off and who knows what could've happened had I just said, "fuck it... let's go to your pace and fuck." I guess I will always wonder about the road not traveled.

After a little over six hours, Jeff awoke. There was a bottle of water on the table and a note: use this phone to text me when you are up. About 15 minutes after he did this, Ezekiel came to the door bearing a tray with granola and youghurt, a banana, and a protein shake. After he’d eaten, Ezekiel took him into the bathroom and gently bathed him. After drying Jeff with a big fluffy white towel, Ezekiel rubbed ointment gently into his welts and marks, including all of the places he’d been pierced. Ezekiel then costed his small hand and his forearm with the ointment and gently slid it in to Jeff’s sore hole. Jeff hissed, but his well-trained and used hole opened easily and Ezekiel gently twisted and turned and got the soothing appointment in pretty deep. As Ezekiel gently slid out, Jeff ‘s big hole started throbbing and he whined. Ezekiel laughed and kissed him. “Your daddies put a time limit on your time here, but if they hadn’t, you would already been bound downstairs serving my masters’ fists.” Jeff grinned, “I think they changed me somehow, how can I want more sex after three days?” “It’s what they do, pretty boy,” Ezekiel said gently, “Teach pussy boy bottoms that they are really hungry, insatiable, cunts.” “In a few minutes your daddies are going to text you on that phone,” Ezekiel continued, “After they do that, you should take this pill,”—Ezekiel held up a very large blue pill—and go back to sleep.” Within a minute of Ezekiel’s leaving, the little phone chimed. The first was from Daddy Jose, a little repeating gif of Jeff cumming hands free while the twins striped his back. Underneath, Jose had written: You are the hottest boy on earth, cariño. You ready to serve your Daddies like that?” Jeff replied, “Fuck yes daddy, please.” Jose replied with a big light brown thumb’s up, matching his skin. A few seconds later Daddy Ben sent a one-minute highlight reel of Jeff begging while getting fucked by giant toys and screaming for more as Abdul and Omar fucked him with their depth trainers. “You gonna give yourself to me this way from now on, my beautiful boy?” “Yes, daddy, please. Come use me now, I am so horny for you and Daddy Jose’s fists and cocks.” “Not yet, baby boy, you need to sleep. Take that pill you were given and get some rest.” So Jeff obediently took the big pill and went to sleep.” Jeff awoke 12 hours later to the zing of a big shard dissolving in his ass. He opened his eyes and all he could see was Daddy Ben’s giant cock. He moved forward—his hands were restrained somehow on either side of Ben’s huge thick body, and purring “Yummy, daddy, yummy” he wallowed Ben’s cock to the root. Ben had barely had time to register his boy was awake, before he felt his cock enveloped in Jeff’s velvet throat. Ben bucked his hips up with a spasm of pleasure and sighed, “Fuuuuck, boy, I knew you’d have new skills after the twins trained you but Jesus!” Jeff purred and then moved Ben’s cock deeper until he’d swallowed his daddies giant balls as well. Ben relaxed back with a blissful expression on his face and Jose just laughed. Jose moved in and kissed his husband, toying with Ben’s big pecs and running his hands sensually down the hairy, jacked torso of his man. Jose and Ben looked down at Jeff, his face buried in Ben’s pubes, and smiled at Jeff. Jeff looked up, feeling Jose’s monster cock throbbing like a waiting panther between his shoulder blades, and his eyes shown with love, adoration and deep desire. Jose grinned and moved down, his shaved balls sliding down Jeff’s muscled back. Jeff arched up and whined, begging for a fuck, Jose just laughed and nipped Jeff’s perfect little ears. “Oh we are going to fuck and fist you into oblivion, cariño,” Jose said low in Jeff’s ear, “You ready for your new life as our cuntboy slave?” Jeff nodded around Ben’s cock. Ben reached down and pulled Jeff off his cock by his close-cropped golden hair. “Say it,” Ben commanded. Jeff grinned and spoke very clearly, “Yes Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose, please make me your cuntboy slave.” Jose grinned and slipped a red and yellow trimmed collar, jet black on the wide inner band, around the boys throat. Jose kissed him and then slipped his cock head into Jeff’s mouth and delivered a very strong stream of very foul chempiss into the boys throat. Jeff had learned long ago to be a good boy piss drinker, but he struggled a tiny bit, a some drops drizzled out of his mouth. But he kept the seal pretty well and guzzled the big Latin cock. Once the piss stopped he eagerly began to give his Daddy a blowjob. Pressing his little torso up and trying to gobble the big cock down like a Vienna sausage. Jose bent his legs—Jeff’s couldn’t get purchase because his cuffs were actually cruffed into little straps on each side of Ben’s rubber chaps. Ben reached down and held the boy hands, and Jeff was able to rise up and as he did so, he took Jose’s big tool smoothly into his mouth. Jose moaned, “Oh fuck, baby, if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad I’d just use your velvet throat.” After about five minutes, with Jeff straining in an awkward position and Jose getting tired of bending down, Jose gently pulled Jeff off his cock. Jose kissed Jeff and said, “You learned along time ago to be an excellent cocksucker, but those huge Turkish cocks have taken your skills to a new level.” Jeff started kissing Jose’s huge, shapely muscled thighs, and he said, “Oh god I missed you so much, papi.” “Get back on your Daddy Ben’s big cock,” Jose ordered, “Papi’s got to clean your boyhole.” Jose was amazed, but not really surprised , at how deep Jeff took the enema hose. They’d only ever sent one boy to be trained by the Turks—a spectacularly beautiful Thai-American boy named Jared Bui—and he’d come back with a very deep hole and throat as well. A few days of training with the Turks was incredibly expensive, though, so when Jared didn’t last past the 5 year mark, they hadn’t met a boy as perfect for them as Jeffy and so hadn’t sent another boy over. Jeff groaned, and Jose realized he hadn’t been paying attention, and had given the boy about 15 inches of hose. Jose reached down and slid a couple of shards into Jeff’s pussy, and within seconds he was pushing back and his hole was undulating around the thin tube. Jose gave him several more inches. As Jeff hissed Jose asked, “Pussy tender, baby?” Jeff nodded around Ben’s tool. “Good,” Jose said, and slid the tube in a few inches more. Jose let the water rush in from the big bag and filled up Jeff’s tender colon, letting water fill each chamber until Jeff was deeply uncomfortable. At his rectum, he filled the boys hole and as the first bag ran out he speared the boy with another hose and gave the boy a quarter bag. Jeff had gone rigid from pain at the painful stretch of his sore asshole, and Ben had removed his cock from the boys mouth. Jeff kept his position perfectly, his blue eyes beginning to blacken as the shards they had dissolved in the bag began to take effect. Jeff started repeating something like a mantra. And Jose leaned in, Jeff was saying over and over, “I am daddy’s cuntboy, I am daddy’s cuntboy.” Jose smiled as as he gave the boy another quarter bag. Jeff’s chant rose in desperate volume. And when Jose slipped a big metal plug in his cries rose to a scream. After Jeff quieted down, they sat in silence, with only a low throbbing beat playing on their dungeon sound system. Jose started pinching his nipples and rubbing his torso. Jose knew Jeff had a hard time with enemas, especially until his drugs really kicked in. But he also Jeff knew they were something Jeff actually wanted and needed—they were a key step in the process of building Jeff’s hunger. And Jeff loved, loved, to be a hungry bottom pig. Ben stood up abruptly, and Jeff realized how helpless he was., because as he stood up he brought Jeff’s cuffed hands with him, bringing Jeff’s upper body upright fast. The pressure of the water and the big metal ball strained against his asshole. Jeff clamped down hard, he knew he darn’t let the plug out, and as he did so his actions shot water from his overfilled rectum shooting up, driving the water deeper, and Jeff put back his head and wailed. “Shh, baby, you know it’s worth it. You know this helps your ride daddies elbow,” Ben cooed, stroking his beautiful, pain-contorted face. “Here,” Ben continued, “Suckle on Daddy’s big hose.” Ben slipped his big cock head in his boys throat and fed his boy small mouthfuls of piss. Soon the Tina took over and Jeff started to enjoy the fullness. But after about five minutes the strain of holding all the in began to show,with Jeff gasping and struggling, his legs bowed wide. Ben reluctantly took his hard cock from the boys mouth. Nodding at Jose, who gabbed Jeff’s feet, Ben bent down and grabbed Jeff’s small waist. Jose mouthed silently, “one, two, three” and one three they stood the boy upside down, his small cuffed hands grasping onto the tight rubber of Ben’s chaps. Jeff opened his mouth to wail again as the water drove into him even deeper, but before he could make much sound Jose slid his hard cock in for a hard facefuck. Despite how strong Jeff was, the position was difficult. He could feel the chemmed-up water trickling deeper and his ass was really getting hungry. Jose was pinching his nipples and giving him light punches, making sure Jeff got his moneys worth of Tina. His daddies—and other men—had done this exercise on him dozens of times. But he still struggled because his hole was sore and Jose had given him an enormous enema. After several minutes—it felt like an eternity to Jeff, but it was only four—Ben decided they had had enough of these acrobatics and he grabbed Jeff’s waist and set him on his knees. Jeff was desperate now, the pressure of all that water and the weight of the big metal ball was intense. Ben unhooked Jeff’s cuffs and stepped over Jeff’s head, putting Jeff palms flat on the shower bench. Ben let him kneel and went over to make out with Jose. Jose and Ben knew Jeff would try his best not to let go, and they also knew that desperation made for open holes. So they waited just a minute or two as Jeff struggled, his hole widening and showing an inch of the big metal ball of the plug, and then winking closed. After it did this several times Ben ordered Jeff to push. And Jeff did, driving the water deeper and deeper. Jeff groaned and pulled his legs wide and his torso upright and strained and pushed. Finally, he got passed the widest part of the ball and it fell out onto the rubber playmat, bouncing slightly as Jeff yelled and shot out squeeze after squeeze of water. As expected, there was a little debris from the granola and youghurt the boy had eaten, but it was pretty clean. Jeff was now sweating, his eyes full black, and his sexual charge high. Jose hosed him down with the shower shot and then sent the flexible rubber hose deep inside him. Jeff just grunted, taking the hose much deeper than ever before. Jose filled it up quickly a couple of times then had him push it out just to make things certain. Jose then kicked the shower mat to the other end of their dungeon’s big shower area, and Jose kicked his rubber boots off while Ben kicked off his boots and removed his chaps. Jose adjusted the big rain showers temperature and he grabbed Jeff and started kissing him passionately. Ben came in behind Jeff, his rock hard cock pressed against Jeff’s muscular back. Jeff arched his shoulders back as Ben started kissing Jeff’s little ears. “Cariño, know that we’ve removed any trace of other men’s spooge or lube or drugs from our boycunt’s tunnel, let’s get the smell of other men’s soap off him too. And so Jeff got to do one of his favorite things in the world: take a very, very sexy shower with his two favorite men in the world. When the sexy shower started to devolve into a steamy fuck scene—their shared hunger for each other was at a fever pitched—Jose stopped Ben from actually spearing the boy lubeless with a playful slap. Jose turned off the water and Ben protested, “No, mi amor, I need to be in my boy’s hole.” Jose held up his finger, and using what Ben and Jeff called his Latino mother voice, “No fucking mi cariño without lube,” Jose ordered sternly, “He’s our boy not a street whore like you’ve been fucking all week.” Ben grinned, and said “Okay, mi madre, whatever you say.” Jose laughed and tossed Ben a big bath sheet. They then all three playfully dried each other, although Jeff was pretty useless because he was so horny and high that he kept on trying to serve their cocks and holes instead of drying them. Finally satisfied they were all reasonably dry, Jose wrapped Jeff like a baby in swaddling and carried him, kissing him passionately, over to the slow play area of their big dungeon. Ben followed close behind, his giant hard dick streaming precum at the prospect of fucking Jeff’s sore, velvet hole. Jose adjusted the music level, keeping it on a low pulsing beat, perfect for fucking. He heard Jeff cry out: Ben had him in his hands and knees and he was pushing the lube hose in. He must be pretty deep, because Jeff was rigid but he held position, holding his tight asscheeks open. The Tina in the lube was helping though because even though the tube was very deep, he started crying out “Fuck me daddy, fuck me. Oh god daddy I need your cock.” Once the lube tube was very, very deep up the boys hole—nearly 25 inches according to the measurements on it—Ben gave the boy a huge amount of the strongly spiked lube. He did it for the boy’s benefit—Ben knew he so turned in by what he’d seen of the boy’s depravity during his training sessions with Abdul and Omar that neither he nor Jose could be trusted not to sunk fist armpit deep in the boy at any point in the next 24 hours. Ben reached down and flipped Jeff over. Jose appeared and put a cushion under the boy’s ass and then another under his head, kissing Jeff on the head as he did so. Jose handed Jeff a bottle of poppers and the leaned down and kissed Ben. “Tranquilo, amor, you want to savor that hit swollen hole for a while.” Ben grinned, “Si cariño, estoy de acuerdo. Pero, mi corazonito me necesita, eschuale! [Yes, my darling, I agree. But my little heart needs me, listen!]. “ Jose listened, and grinned. Jeff was indeed chanting softly, “Please daddy, I need your big cock, I’ve missed your cock so much, daddy, please.” Jose settled back on a comfortable sofa to enjoy the show. He could watch his husband fuck their beloved boy all day—and in fact, he had on several occasions enjoyed a all day- and night-long fuck between the giant redheaded and the small, muscly, twink. Jose couldn’t keep his hands off Jeff either—that was the point of having Jeff in their relationship, they all desired each other incessantly—but his longest nonchem sessions with Jeff were edging sessions. Jose and Jeff could go for hours and hours on a lazy Sunday, the sun pouring into their big living room windows, the white carpet rolled neatly up and Jeff bound to a chair set in the middle of their big, soft, portable sex playpen, his oversized 8 inch boycock as rock hard as Jose’s own cunt punishing 9 inch and 8 inch diameter fuck tool. Ben would be jacking his equally hard, giant cock, edging himself in tune to what Jose did to Jeff. Jeff whined and would eventually plead, but his bright blue eyes never left Jose’s dark brown ones, both of them clearly the center of the world for one another. Occasionally Jose would stop, lean in and make out for 19-20 minutes and on more than one occasion that first kiss made Jeff come uncontrollably. Ben lined his big cock up, his huge pinky-white muscle body dwarfing Jeff’s much smaller, golden one, and slipped the big head in. Jeff grunted just slightly, but kept his eyes locked on Ben’s. Ben, using every bit of self-control sunk about five inches into the velvet hole, savoring the way the boys swollen tissues caressed and suckled on his big tool. Ben moaned loudly, “Fuck baby, your hole is so good today.” He slowly pushed another two inches in, and Jeff cried out. Ben said, “What’s the matter baby? You got a sore and tender pussy today? What do you want daddy to do to your swollen pussy, baby?” Jeff smiled. This was a little ritual they did at the start of every session where Jeff had been used and was supposed to be coming down. “I want daddy to fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy hard, I want daddy to fist my pussy, make me into his little cunt, ahhhhh…fuuuuuck,” Jeff said as Ben slowly speared him, digging his big ten incher in the boys hole balls deep. As soon as he was in, Ben pulled out and entered the boy slowly and relentlessly at another angle. Ben fucked the boy like this for half an hour, just pulling out and sinking back in to the root changing his angle and moving his body in many different positions. Jeff was very noisy—Jose knew he’d be noisy the whole time, he always was, because no matter how much he wanted the cocks, fists, and big toes, his pussy really was swollen and tender, and it did hurt. Jeff’s hole began to loosen up, and Ben really began to drill the boy, pulling his big cock out and driving it deep. Despite all the noise he was making, Jeff kept his eyes locked on Ben’s. The only time they weren’t was when Ben would hit some place in the boys hole that felt amazing or that hurt, and then Jeff would groan and his eyes would roll up in his head. Ben fucked the boy in all kinds of positions, on his side, doggy, one of Jeff’s legs up on a fuck bench while Ben speared him deep, Jeff’s feet cuffed together while Ben drilled him. After about one and a half hours, Ben was punch fucking the boy with his big cock, Jeff on his back with his feet still ciffed together. Ben held the boy’s legs up over his head and just fucked and fucked and fucked. Ben finally lost all control and came with a huge roar, sweat flying off his torso and running down his back. Ben came for what felt like 5 minutes and then he uncuffed the boys feet. “I don’t even remember putting these on you, baby,” Ben mused. Jose laughed and called over “You never stopped fucking the boy, you just drove him over there with your cock and then picked up a leg and affixed the cuff while pile driving him deeper.” Ben laughed and tenderly kissed Jeff, “See what you do to your daddy, baby, you make him crazy?” Jeff smiled up and squeezed Ben’s semi hard cock, “You make me crazy too daddy, fuck me again?” Ben sighed, “Of course baby, but it’s Daddy Jose’s turn now.” Jeff lifted his head up and looked for Jose. “Please, sir, I’ve missed your thick cock so much, please fuck me daddy.” Jose grinned and jacked his hard cock, “I’ll be there in just a jiffy.” Ben kept his cock in and he and Jeff made out, Jeff desperately squeezing his cock, his pussy hunger was fully awake now. Jose sidled up to Ben—“Cariño, cover our boys eyes”—Ben put one hand over Jeff’s eyes—his big hand almost as wide as the smaller man’s head, and then stuck his finger in Jeff’s mouth. Jeff immediately started suckling and he squeezed his pussy around Ben’s rapidly hardening tool. “Fuck baby, your hole is so fine,” Ben said with a whine of pleasure. Jose handed Ben the cuffs for the boys wrists—they matched the ones on his feet—both trimmed in Jeff’s signature fetish colors, red and yellow. Ben saw them and nodded. And then keeping his voice low, Jose said “Give him a big load of your chempiss and then push this plug in hard and fast.” Ben grinned darkly, Jose held a a stainless steel globe the size and shape of a trailer hitch ball—in truth, it was actually a trailer hitch ball, the smallest of three sizes they owned—covered in a thick coating of creamy lube that glistened all over with a layer of Tina crushed very very fine. The thing was mounted on a wide piece of metal with smooth edges. This allowed them to drive the ball in deeeor that just its base, the square uncomfortable coupler would drive in as well. Jose’s message was very clear—after he dropped his load in the boy, things were going to start getting wild very, very quickly.

incredibly hot profile photo Karl

12. Was wanking of outside in a shedded (or so I thought) area and an older by 40 or so years man came in with his stiff cock out and just said " I´ve been watching you for a while, do you want to taste me and help me cum" and what could I say but Yes, I felt so proud that he wanted me to help him and his musky cock and his precum tasted fantastic. We met a few more times in that place on Wednesdays after I left school until suddenly he just didn´t show up anymore. But his cum was yummy😋

That's what my partner answered when I asked him Friday night what he has planned. of course he can't lie and I saw the grin on his face. Fast forward 6 hours later: - 13 men showed up - About 40 loads taken After that answer I went upstairs to get myself ready, both inside and out 😉 Then I went downstairs naked, saw my partner sitting on the couch, wearing just his underwear and I straddled him, making out feeling his 11" monster getting hard and I just pulled it out of the underwear, wet it with some spit and guided it to my hole, slowly sitting on it till he was balls deep. I told him I need him to inspect my hole and make sure it is ready and lubed with his cum. I just started riding him like my life depended on it till soon after I was rewarded with his well known big loads deep inside my pussy, but I kept riding his pole for a bit making sure his cum was covering everything before I pulled myself off and cleaned his cock with my mouth. Then, he told me it's almost time so I went downstairs to our play room, dimmed the lights and prepped myself on the fuck bench and waited, ass up full of cum and mouth ready for anything. soon after I heard some noises upstairs and then they started coming down, I couldn't see who at first since the bench is located in a way that my ass is facing the door but then I felt hands touching me, commenting on what a beautiful slut I am, how they are going to fuck me up and use my hole as they please before the get to breed it. BINGO! That's when it started, I was almost had a cock pushing in my pussy and someone else giving me their cocks to suck. I was spit roasted like that for a long time, one cock in plowing my ass till they cum, then move to my mouth to clean while another pushes in. I recognized them as they are part of our close group we play with but there was someone in particular that surprised me, it was the 19yr that we started playing with and he was a natural in the situation. I love the dynamic that was formed and the energy as they assume the role of alpha tops, there to use me as their bitch to use and breed! After they were all done unloading for the first round I was moved to the mattress to a round of some double penetration session. By now it's almost like a must in these sessions and I just love this feeling, having multiple cocks plowing me at the same time! They all used me in every possible combinations, bred me multiple times and I cleaned all their cock after, including a few that had to drain their bladder, directly in my mouth. Oink. Before finishing up, I wanted to finish on the sling and have each of them load me up one more time, by now my hole was a sloppy mess, cum frothing everywhere and I just love it! When each of them cummed in me they shoved it in my mouth to clean, then kissed me before telling me what a good slut I am and thanking me. It is such a powerful feeling knowing all these men took pleasure using me! They all finished and left, except for the boy that stayed in with my partner, lifted me off the sling and we all shared a deep kiss as they fingered my messy hole and then plugged it, before we went to the shower in the playroom, I got to my knees, as both of them drenched me in piss before my partner pulled me up, unplugged my hole and all the cum started running down my leg. Without even saying a world we shared a very intimate moment as we showered and they both dried me very gently, before going upstairs to the bedroom, getting in bed I was placed between them and I was drifting to sleep, feeling spent, very satisfied and completed in the situation. We shared some more fun together in the morning but that's for another time. more to cum 💦

Also being in a dark room and smelling cum

Fuck that was hot I wish I was one of their pets used until my boipussy is ruined and by brains fried from all the Chempiss and slams and booty bumps turn me into their vegetable rapetoy i can’t stop thinking about this story to the point I keep squatting down in the shower without realizing hoping Ezekiel comes in and forcefully rinses out my boipussy and pumps me full of laced lube like it’s another enema to get me flying before I’m broken in half by the brothers

Honestly, it depends on my mood. I normally prefer spit or sloppy seconds but I have opted to dry fuck because the btm ghosted me once before.

At a party like this or anywhere, when a big black man puts his hand on you, the worst thing you could ever do is turn away or think you could make a better choice with someone else. My first thought would be, thank you, I’m getting lucky. Then I look into his eyes, smile and let him know I’m happy he chose me. After that I’m going to hope he likes me enough to cum in me multiple time and brags about how goos I am, go all his friends

One of my funniest gay thing bonds to a PhD graduating ceremony. It happened during COVID (2021 January) that I met a Bi guy (married 40 with two children) who was eager for barebacking. He visited me twice and every time he made love like fighting for his life. He was visibly horny and hungry. First time fucked him so intensely that he came onto my bedsheet right before breeding him. Second time he gave me such a huge load it was leaking out while I was waiting for him to dress up and leave. Somehow we never met again but both of us were aware of working at the same university but different faculties. A couple of months later the university organised the PhD graduation ceremony. I took place in the chair of the graduation committee as my faculty’s representative (every faculty delegates one representative). Based on the tradition at the end of the ceremony everyone freshly graduated must come to the chairmanship and the representatives shake their hands saying You are now a doctor. And then after a dozen graduates appeared this guy. While I was saying the phrase and he thanked me both of us thought our breeding sessions. I wasn’t embarrassed but poor guy became red until his ears. LoL

I'm pretty sure that there's nothing cute about explosive diarrhea. Unless you're a fetishist so extreme that you're unwelcome even here. Q.E.D.

Love it. My first sexual experiences were with found filled condoms.

Red had waited patiently for a few months after Lars and Kevin broke up. Lars had been hurt because he spent the entire relationship pumping up Kevin’s self confidence and then Kevin had cheated repeatedly on him with a guy who treated him like shit. Kevin was one of those men hopelessly addicted up abusive bad boys, He apparently liked being taken advantage of. L ars had taken him back twice and Kevin had complained about how the guy talked to hi, borrowed money without repaying it and was generally abusive but after a week or so Kevin would go back to him behind Lars’s back Kevin had blamed Lars’s work schedule though Lars had a good work/life balance for a doctor, It was Kevin who never seemed to be available most of the time “You need someone who can appreciate you for the loving man you are” Red said as he and Lars hung out “someone who can understand a Doctor’s work schedule. I know just the person. You will adore him! He’s the sweetest, most honest person I have ever met. He will never lie to you. I don't think he is capable of telling a bald faced lie. He just finished med school and he is doing his residency at one of the local hospitals” “How do you know so much about this guy?” Lars asked “He’s my half brother. His name is Cole” Red said blandly he had been keeping that little secret. Only Tommy, Zeke and Theo knew “You have another one?” Lars asked surprised “Yeah, My dad had a kid from his first marriage he never bothered to mention. We found each other purely by accident” Red said. The he told the story leaving out certain details just for the fun of it. “Anyway, I know you are both off tomorrow and I have two tickets to the Hoss Johnston exhibit at the Museum of Art. I think Cole is a bigger fan of his work than you are. He’s been talking about going for weeks. “He is my favorite artist and the tickets sold out before I could get one” Lars said. He had jumped to some conclusions erroneously. He thought Red’s brother was probably built like Red and thought Red was a handsome, well built man, that was not the type of man Lars saw himself with Red liked chubby men but Lars was a full on chubby chaser. He could play with men with other body types and often had, but when he imagined “the one” he was always a big man Red had left out Cole’s size deliberately just to be funny and he could guess Lars’s thoughts “Meet us in front of the museum ay 10 am and I will give you the ticket. You two can enjoy your favorite artist together” Red Lars nodded. He hated blind dates but he really wanted to see that exhibit The next day Lars waited out front “There you are Lars. Not hat it’s hard to find you in a crowd, tall as you are” Red’s voice came from behind him He turned and stared Standing next to Red was one of the cutest men Lars had ever seen, He looked maybe five foot seven, black hair, pale skin and a plump round body that was perfection in Lars's eyes Cole had been looking forward to the exhibit but not the blind date. They never worked out for him but Red insisted and Cole would do anything for his brother. His attitude towards the date changed as he looked up at Lars. The man was so tall! He was probably 15 inches taller than Cole. “My head could fit under his chin without having to bend my knees” Cole thought Red grinned as the two stared at each other. From what he knew of them they had a ton of common interests. They would get along just fine Finally Red said “Guys, the museum is that way” and he pointed to the building “What?, Oh yes! Shall we Cole” Lars said “I’d love to Lars” Cole said Red smiled as he watched them walk up the steps, By the time they were halfway up they were holding hands “That was fun to watch” an accented voice said and Red looked up to see a guy about Zeke’s age watching the two lovebirds walking into the museum “You sett them up on a blind date?” “Yep! I have been waiting months for that moment, O knew they were perfect for each other” Red said happily “I’m Noel by the way” he said sticking out his hand “Nice to meet you, I’m Red” he said shaking it Noel was a good looking Latino man with brown hair and eyes and a tall, in shape body and a hot proportionate, round ass. Thick chest fur peaked out of the collar of his shit His accent sounded Puerto Rican to Red who had several friends at school from there. His darker skin and mustaches made him very hot “Since you are obviously a romantic I would ask you out but I see you are married” Noel said smiling and indicating the ring Tommy and Zeke had given him that matched their wedding rings “Actually I have two life partners. I’m a lucky boy” Red said smiling back “All the good ones are taken” Noel said glancing at the bulge in Red’s pants “I don’t suppose you guys are open” Red grinned “Oh we are very open” “We should maybe talk about that” Noel said grinning back One of the lower floor apartments in their building had come vacant and at Theo's suggestion they set it up as a place for hookups. “You don’t want to bring people up to the main apartment and going to stranger’s places can be dangerous. We can guard and monitor this place to keep you guys safe” He had said They used a small guest cottage at the estate for the same reason now Red used it the most but both Zeke and Tommy had made use of it since too As they walked into the bedroom Red pulled Noel into a kiss then a firm hand on the Latino boy’s shoulder sent him to his knees and the boy rubbed his face in Red’s bulge before unzipping him and pulling out that pale, veiny ten incher and sucking it down Red pulled off his shirt and he felt Noel run his finger over his new tattoo. A visit to Cousin Mike and head the same biohazard tattoo as Zeke and Tommy “It’s our warning label” Tommy joked “Does this mean what I think it means?” Noel asked Red nodded “Are you on meds?” he asked “No, I’m highly toxic and I like infecting willing guys. You willing?” Red asked “If I was thinking with the big head right now I would probably say no but I wanted you in me the monet I saw you and I still do” Noel said “I won’t stop once I’m in you or pull out” Red said Noel just started sucking his cock again as an answer After a while Red sto[[ed him and crawled onto the bed laying on his back “Come ride me pretty Noel. I want to watch you sit on the cock that is going to poz you” Noel stripped and when his cock bounced free Red was impressed. He was uncut and while Cousin Mike was bigger it was not by much and Noel looked thicker Red groaned as Noel sank down on him and soon he was thrusting up to meet the down strokes as Noel’s expert ass milked him “You gonna give me that load Ginger Boy? Come on! Breed your Papi Noel” Noel asked in his sexy accent “You want it Papi? You want this boy to knock you up and poz you?” Red asked “Because it’s coming soon” Noel stroked that massive cock and groaned a few words in Spanish then said “Breed me Ginger Boy!” as he started to cum painting Red’s stomach and chest up tp the chin with seed The spasming hole around him sent Red over the edge and he filled that hot Latino hole with HIV tainted cum Noel collapsed on top of him, his furry chest rubbing Red's smooth one. They made out for a while. The sexy man switching between kisses and hot whispers. The words Red could not understand but the meaning was clear Noel began kissing and sucking on Red’s neck causing him to shiver abd his cock which was still in that tight ass to harden again Noel rode a total of four loads out or Red, cumming three times himself amd they definitely needed a shower afterwards They rode down in the elevator and literally ran into Zeke as they stepped off “Noel?” Zeke said as they all caught their balance “I haven’t seen you in years. Wait… Did you two just…?” And he stared laughing “You always go for the dancer type don’t you Noel?” Zeke said smiling “Oh god, who is he? Another brother? Some long lost cousin? He’s to old to be your kid” Red said. With his luck Noel could somehow turn out to be Zeke’s separated at birth Latino twin or something Zeke busted out laughing again “No no! He said gasping for breath. "You remember I told you how Cal and I met? Noel was the guy Cal dumped for me. He clued me in when Cal did the same to me.” “Please don’t hold me knowing Cal against me” Noel said to Red “I read about your problems with him in the paper. He always was always a sick bastard” he then said to Zeke Zeke nodded and said “Come on, lets catch up, We can form a “Victims of Cal” support group with Tommy” he said leading them to their elevator “Why two apartments?” Noel asked as they stepped into the much larger one on the top floor “After Cal and various other mishaps we decided to make a secure hookup place that was not our main home” Zeke explained “Who’s this?” Tommy asked and Zeke made the introductions They spent a pleasant evening together talking and forming a firm friendships with Noel. The subject of Cal never came up after the introductions Red was interrupted twice to check incoming texts From Lars: Thank you! Cole is everything you said and more! He’s beautiful and smart! I can talk art and medicine and life with him and he gets it all! We are still together and I get the feeling we will wake up together tomorrow morning! You are the best Red! From Cole: Is it too soon to say I’m in love? Well I don’t care because I am! Lars is so wonderful and sweet! I can tell in every thing he does and says he feels the same way about me! He’s so gorgeous! So handsome and SO TALL! We are going to his place but he says he just wants to hold me all night, he says he wants to do this right and that we don’t need to rush into sex! Thank you little brother! I love you even more now! Red showed the texts to everyone and Cole’s got an “Awwwwww” even form Zeke who was usually such a stick in the mud when it came to other people’s romantic lives A month later Lars and Cole were engaged and had plans for Cole to become a junior partner in Lars’s practice when he finished his residency. Red was so smug he almost burst Noel became a regular visitor and he was one of the very few people Tommy and Red felt comfortable enough to bottom for. The stick in the mud didn’t mind that as long as Noel didn’t try it with him. A couple weeks later Zeke came home from the office and asked Theo to join them “Look at this” he said tossing a folder on the table It was a proposal for Ze-Corp to partially but out “Angel Research and Diagnostics” to help raise capital for expansion “Well well” Theo said “And of course you will have to thoroughly investigate every aspect of the company before you make your decision, won’t you?” “I certainly intend to get some answers” Zeke said firmly **************************************************************************************************Next chapter, some answers... maybe? What do you guys think of Noel? I find myself wanting to write some side adventures for him Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Jeff slept six hours and was awakened by Ezekiel administering a small slam. “They are ready for you,” he said, smiling as Jeff awoke filled with a burning need to get fucked. Ezekiel took him into the bathroom and touched up his shaving again, then gave the boy increasingly larger enemas with the shower shot, saying “You will soon thank me for giving you a little time to stretch. They will not be kind to you today.” After he had brought Jeff to the point of desperation with the amount of water he put him, Ezekiel stopped and bathed him. Jeff kneeled on the floor with his ass up as Ezekiel filled him with tina-lace lube, starting deep and filling his rectum until it overflowed, he then locked it in with a very big butt plug made of metal. By the time he was blindfolded and led into the dungeon he was fizzy with desire, the metal plug only held in by his concentration on keeping his loose hole closed. He was pushed to a kneeling position and he lowered his head as he knew he was required to do. One of the twins came and lifted him like he was a feather—“Hold that plug in, little cunt, or you will pay,” a deep voice boomed. He was strung up and immediately they started out at top speed, blasting him with their full force with straps, then belts, canes, switches and whips. Jeff screamed constantly, begging them to go slower, but they ignored him. Finally they removed his blindfold and as he blinked in the sudden light, he saw both men behind him holding bullwhips, reflected in a mirror in front of his red-striped body. “We have a message for you from your Daddy Jose. He says you will receive 5 stripes from each of us as a personal punishment from him,” Omar growled. Abdul says, “He says you have really hurt your Daddy Ben and Jose says your fate will be far worse if you ever violate their trust again. He also says he can’t wait to watch the video of your punishment.” They striped his back and ass, first one and then the other, each stripe bringing agony to Jeff. He screamed as each blow drew blood. By the 5th stripe he lost all of his will and hung there, his mouth in a tortured silent howl as they beat him like a piece of raw meat. They left him hanging, drooling and occasionally jerking from pain. When he roused, Abdul came up behind him and whispered, “Your Daddy Ben has asked us each to give you five more, as his personal message to you. He says that you hurt Jose with your dishonesty and if you ever do it again, he will see you regret it.” For the first couple of stripes, Jeff hung there, but some switch in his deep sub hidebrain flipped and he woke up eyes wide, his cock raging hard and pulsing, so unusual for him whenhigh on Tina. As the last few stripes landed, he shouted “Oh God I love you Daddy Jose, Oh God I love you Daddy Ben” and with the last stripe of the whip he came in a huge earth-shattering orgasm. The twins came up and stroked his chest, purring about how well he had done, and telling him that him cumming like that was one of the hottest things they’d seen in a long time. The twins rang the bell for Ezekiel who came and gave Jeff a round of antibiotic ointment, Ezekiel being as gentle as he could. Jeff was in a daze—high as a kite and still pushed beyond his ability to handle pain—when Omar came and gently laid him down. He lay on the floor exhausted, still panting, when he felt Omar begin to push something very big into his ass. When it got about 1/2 of the way in Omar pulled Jeff’s ass up, and slapped it. “Get yourself together, pretty little bitch. We have got plans for you,” Omar commanded. Jeff rallied and arched his back and got into position, holding his sore cheeks open. He could feel a little blood running and pooling in the small of his back. Omar then pushed the rest of the big toy into his hole. While he would ater learn the tool was a version of the twins cock only an inch bigger in diameter and two inches longer. Omar pushed the tool steadily and as Jeff began to buck and whine, he slapped his ass and said, “Tske it, boy, you know you love it.” Once the toy was deep inside him Jeff heard the sound of a ball squeeze and suddenly his hole was flooded with burning lube. Omar squeezed three more times in quick session and Jeff was overtaken with the combination of pleasure and pain that was a giant bump delivered from deep inside him all the way along his colon to his asshole. Omar smirked as Jeff began to quiver and quake. “That was a quarter gram, bitch,” and began to roughly fuck the boy with the huge dildo. After about 30 minutes of Omar using the huge toy on Jeff, he shoved it home and picked the boy up. “Abdul’s turn, boy,” he whispered as he carried the boy in his arms like a child, “You have never known pain like this, little bitch.” He brought the boy over to Abdul. Abdul faced them and held Jeff by his sides, Omar put his squared fist under the big toy filling the boys hole. Abdul began letting go, as the weight of the boys body slowly started forcing the the dildo’s base and huge balls into the boys hole. Jeff panted, as the base stretched his hole wider than Omar’s fist. Suddenly the base was past his ring and Jeff felt the huge fist enter him, driving the silicone cock deeper and deeper, Jeff started screaming and the men smiled and began kissing him passionately. Finally it ended, Omar’s fist was inside him and the big cock had driven deep inside him. Abdul held his body and then Jeff’s eyes shot wide open as Omar drove the big toy deeper, pushing towardsJeff’s second hole until the big base and balls were lodged at their widest point, stretching his second hole to a ridiculous size. Jeff was panting and moaning, unable to keep it together. His hole started spasmimg, causing him to scream as the entire whole colon tightened then panting as it loosened. The twins were merciless and held him there until he calmed down. Then Omar said, “Take this bitch,” as Jeff heard the air ball hanging still hanging out his ass and around Omar’s forearm squeeze six times. “There’s another 1/4 gram, little cunt.” Within seconds Jeff started going wild. They put him down on his knees—his hole quaking and shivering around the huge toy and Omar’s big forearm. Omar pushed forward while Abdul gave the boy hits of poppers. He got the toy and its huge base to the end of the boys second tunnel, his fist almost elbow deep when he stopped, the boy sweating buckets from the strain. He gently reached up and grabbed the base of the toy, stopping again when both his fist and the base of the toy were stretching his second ring. He then fucked the twink driving forward until the base was starting to stretch that next hole and bringing it back, fucking the boy for a good ten minutes with this nearly impossible stretch. Once the boy opened that area he brought it back and fucked the boy, pulling out to stretch his rectum to the max on the base and then smoothly fucking the second hole until he could do all of this easily. Satisfied the boy had submitted to the incredible stretch and that his hole was on fire with need he pulled the toy out slowly. When it popped out, the boys hole just gaped open. Omar slipped his cock into the boy and went all the way to the root—the spent, partied-up hole was like velvet grasping and fluttering around his huge cock. Omar let loose a giant load of chempiss, as the boy began to rock and moan. He pulled out, making sure Jeff kept his beautiful ass, red with welts, high in the air. Abdul then speared the boy to the hilt and delivered his own huge load. Abdul grabbed a rigid hard plastic toy—a series of four increasingly larger balls and threaded it into the boy, showing no mercy until the big final ball was wedged into the boys hungry cunt, showing no concern that the last two balls caused the boy to begin screaming in pain. But soon enough the screams turned to moans of desire as the enormous amount of tina delivered to the boys hole in the span of 10 minutes began to take hold. Once the boy started moaning Omar drove his fist into the boy, making the big ring start to breach the boys second hole. The boy arched his back the pain so intense that he just opened into an open “O” as Omar picked him up, fist still in place and brought him over to the area with the padded table. Abdul stood there, his cock rock hard, and he slapped the boy, already starting to grind around all of the deep intrusion, saying “Look bitch, look at a world of pain.” He turned the boys eyes to a long rubber blanked occupied with about 20 of the biggest and nastiest depth toys Abdul owned. The first one was the large metal tool he’d used at the end of their last session, and the toys then reverted to silicon and plastic, each with bigger and bigger balls, some with twisty ridges, some like heavily textured breaded rope, until the final one: a version of the first metal toy only twice as large. Each of the shapes on the metal toys grew bigger, starting the size of a tennis ball and ending in a long brutal shape the size of a football. Each of the toys glistened with a thick costing of lube and crystal, shimmering like demonic objects. Jeff, even though he was far gone, shivered. “Scared, boy,” Omar smirked. “Yes, master” Jeff replied, looking intently into Abdul’s dark eyes. “Scared but you know you need it, eh?” Abdul said. Jeff looked sheepish and admitted “Yes, Master, I crave your abuse.” Omar gently laid the boy down in the big padded gyno chair and gently pulled the huge balls out of the boys hole. He then began punching fisting the boy, going only to his elbow while Abdul adjusted the chair so there was a straight line from the boys clenching asshole to his chest. While Omar began increasing the brutality of his punches, he adjusted the boys bindings. One arm he restrained straight out—and using a permanent marker he marked off various suitable veins for the boys slams. He then put a small tube that connected to a poppers bottle and made sure the control was easily reachable from the position he would occupy. Once he was sure of the boys position he tapped his brother on the shoulder. Omar gave the boy a final series of 20 brutal squared fist to armpit hair punches and summarily pulled out, leaving Jeff an incoherent mess begging to be used. Abdul started with the larger of the two metal sets of shapes, covered in spikes and whorls. He was absolutely merciless, donning the chain mail glove, and then hreading the shapes into the boy one by one, slowly and relentlessly. Jeff was relatively open from all that Omar had done to him and he was higher than a kite. But the toy had been specially designed to be painful, and even in his state it was hard to take, especially since Abdul was pushing it in so mercilessly. When Abdul got to the final shape, with Jeff panting and groaning and shaking around the painful intrusion, he paused and twisted the entire thing in a half circle one way and then back. This delivered another giant payload while scratching and stimulating the boy. As soon as it went into effect, the boys hole came again alive with fresh desire. Abdul he pushed slowly but relentlessly, until his square fist was buried at the widest point of the boys inner hole. Jeff didn’t scream, he just shouted, “Oh god, Master, fuck me, hurt me, make me yours.” Abdul smiled and drove his square fist deep until the first of the golfball-sized shapes was deeper than the boy had ever taken. Once he made sure that all of the Tina had been delivered from, his chain mail fist, buried inside the boys third chamber, he fucked each of the boys holes, his big fist stretching him wide each time. He then slowly pulled the entire wild thing out. Jeff lay there panting, muttering “More, sir, please more.” He then methodically went through the toys, each one’s increasing size causing the boy intense pain. He worked slowly but showed no mercy, threading the balls and the wedges and the screwing silicon into the boys hole, forcing him to take each new pain before he had fully opened for the previous one. The boy got higher and higher, each toy delivering a small dose of Tina, and as he got higher he turned from feeling only pain to desiring. From time to time Abdul would stop and Omar would take over, punching the boy hard and deep, anytime he felt even the slightest resistance, he would punch that part of the boy’s inside until it offered no fight. He would do this for 15-30 minutes until he got tired of it and hand the boy’s training back to his brother. Abdul knew he had finally broken the boy’s will when he started threading a series of balls on a stiff core into Jeff’s clutching and gaping hole. The first ball was a twice the size of a golf ball and each one increased until the last one was a soccer ball. The boy just lay there panting and groaning as Abdul slid them into him one by one. Abdul smiled wickedly when the first ball got to be elbow deep and the boy just grunted and pushed his hips up, ready to take more. Abdul then picked up the pace, making the boy squirm and groan has he rapid fire pushed the rest of the balls into the boy, stretching the boys cunt around the soccer ball sized ball with one big push. By this point Jeff was unable to form a coherent thought. All he knew was his hole was on fire and he craved abuse. Avdul picked up the bigger metal toy and pushed hard until the toy was lodged all the way past the second ring and breaching the third ring at its widest point. He left it in position so it stretched each of the boys three holes to the max. The boy was so open there had been little resistance but the boy was panting hard. He let the toy rest until the boy started moaning and he slowly pushed it forward right to the point when another shape would go in. “Poppers, please brother,” Abdul said. Omar gave the boy four big hits and as Jeff got to the fourth hit Abdul pushed slowly and relentlessly, Jeff started into a kind of wail-moan, volume climbing as the toy drove deeper. Abdul knew the boy had taken larger toys that deep just moments ago, but the unique shape and absolute lack of bend in this toy made it difficult. As he got the second to last shape in—this was one like a smaller volley ball, and he rarely used all of it or the big football final ball in any hole beyond the second—the boy really started feeling it. Abdul moved slowly, giving the boy’s hole time to straighten itself in line with the toys demanding straight line. By this point Jeff was about to lose his mind from the intense pain/pleasure. He was chanting “Please fuck me, please use me” over and over. Abdul stood up, his cock rock hard. He saw Omar, attracted to what the boy was saying, coming over with the last bottle of spiked lube and a fresh set box of points, his big cock also rock hard. Abdul slapped the boy, getting his attention, “What do you need boy?” “Please stretch me sir, please use me.” “You want us to take things up a notch?” Abdul demanded. “Please sir take me higher, use me harder,” was Jeff’s desperate reply. “Okay, but we are going to go wild,” Omar warned. Jeff just started begging,”Stetch me, stretch me, stretch me.” Abdul smiled evilly and turned to his brother “Send him to paradise, and make it a pretty nice slam. He doesn’t need it but he wants it and he’s ready for us to unleash our animals.” Abdul sat in his fisting chair between the boy legs and poured another layer of crystal all over the top of the toy, smiling with excitement. The football would enter the boy and as long as it was at least 1/2 in, it would stretch both his holes. And only when it was almost at the entrance to the boys third hole, would it be all the way in. After the big slam sent the boy coughing for air, and it began to register all over his body, Abdul put his hand in the boy and pushed up, making a wall with his flat hand, keeping the boys puffy outer lips from coming in contact with the toy, preserving the bonus piles he had just dumped on it for deep in the boys hole. He pushed slowly and little too quickly and made the boy swallow the giant football. He pushed and pushed and the giant tool pushed inside the boy. The toy was now lodged filling his first hole, its widest part was lodged at the gate to his second hole, and the slightest push would start to stretch his third hole. Meanwhile, the round ball tip of the thing, sized right above the largest thing he’d taken so far, was stretching him deep. Abdul looked down on Jeff as he and Omar prepared to point each other. They were using a smallish dose—they just wanted something to up their animal sides and be even more inventive and demanding of the slut. Jeff was at prime readiness now—all of the other hours they had used him were just a dress rehearsal. The boy hadn’t screamed or moaned yet, on this latest violation. The toy had slid into Jeff pretty easily, but Abdul knew the stretch was huge, deep and hard, but now the boy was clearly enjoying it, groaning and trying to hump. As soon they were both up in the stratosphere, he pulled up a chair to watch Omar’s bigger fist do the honors in this further training of Jeff’s little boypussy into gaping boycunt. First Omar slowly turned the toy, going a half turn right and a half turn right. This made all the Tina hidden in the toy’s textures and crevices get absorbed by the boy’s wrecked colon. Both men knew the boy hadn’t needed more Tina to take the rough and deeper play they were starting, but over the years they found even relatively small doses spread up and down a boys hole pretty often during play drove the boys mad with erotic energy. Next Omar took the huge toy and gently fucked in and out, first a centimeter then several, finally while doing this he began to twirl his wrist like he was painting a swirl. All of the metal toys they owned were like joysticks for the entirety of a boys colon. It was the same thing with elbow or shoulder deep fisting: the fister was able to stretch and control the entire length of whatever depth he’d gotten. Jeff’s hole began to loosen and accept the bigger fucking motions, as Omar both made the twirling wider and rucked in and out a little farther. Jeff began to experience a rolling set of anal orgasms, which allowed Omar to really pick up the pace in all directions until he was making a circle of about 4-5 inches of diameter and fucking the boy in and out about six inches. Still keeping the twirling going, he began to slow fuck the toy deeper and deeper, letting his fingers enter the boys hole. “Popper him, brother, Omar said. Abdul went to Jeff’s head, his body covered in sweat and writhing uncontrollably around the giant toy, the boy so open that he was in a blissful stare. “Get his attention, brother, not too much, then a little cruelty before I popper him,” Abdul suggested, “I want him imprinted to our style.” Omar smiled wickedly and stopped fucking the boy and just started pushing. As the end of the giant toy started to core the boy out Jeff opened his eyes and began to round his hips, Omar saw this and began pushing forward with tiny little jolting punches, the boy groaned in pain. Abdul leaned in and kissed the boy, hard, “You like?” Jeff panted, grunting with every tiny punch,”God yes Master, yes master, yes master,”. Abdul gave him several big hits and stood by, enjoying the look of pleasure mixed with pain on the boy’s face. When the poppers kicked in Omar pushed his fist forward, moving the small volleyball into the boy’s third chamber and the football toy filling his entire second chamber while the two shaped held both holes open at once. Omar smiled, “He’s a keeper, only the third boy to take that.” Abdul smiled, “Yes, let’s use him at that depth and then move onto something else.” They used Jeff like this for three more hours. After fucking him some more with the big metal plug until he could take it from the tip down to the big football in his second hole, they removed the chainmail glove and placed a conical thick rubber plug on the base, and put the toy in backwards, filling his second and part of his third with the football shape and his first hole with the volley ball sized ball. They then electrified this with a pleasurable program of small jolts and when Jeff began humping on that as best he could, they put a sound in his cock, and set the program to one which would cause the boy’s hole to contract and fuck itself on a normal plug—but in this case he was getting fucked in two chambers by giant toys stretching him deep. At first this caused much screaming but then his holes learned to accept it. They then spent about 15 minutes giving him a program that alternated between powerful contractions around the metal toys to very hard and increasingly long agonizing jolt as they whipped his penis. They then tired of him in that postition and eased the big toy out and placed him on his hands and knees. Jeff’s need was so great that he went into a perfect position, literally begging to be used with his ass perfectly arched, chest flat to the floor, and hands holding his quivering checks open. Omar smiled, that was exactly the position their little dancer slut from LA automatically went into: Jeff was broken in perfectly. The giant twins used every large and long dildos on the boy, fucking him hard, taking turns. While one worked his ass they other used canes, wires, and nylon cords on the boys back, occasionally pushing a huge toy in deep and then beating his ass. They did all manner of painful things, dripping hot wax, putting clips all over his body, while at the same time rarely giving his hole a second to rest from the onslaught of toys and fists. They got into a space where the men seemed content to just use the boy without switching places. Jeff was slightly suspended facing down through a sort of modified webbing, just a few strong straps holding him at his forehead, mouth, shoulders, hips, and then his legs were wrapped in webbing, arms and legs immobilized, and connected to the frame. Jeff was bent into an A shape, his back slightly arched to give Abdul easy access as he continued fucking the boy with toys and fists and plugs, Omar lay under the boy, his cock buried into the boys mouth, held open to the max by a mouth spreader. His upper body was under the boys cock and abdomen,, and Omar moved through all kinds of ways of punishing the boys nipples, torso ,and especially cock and balls from squeezing with hands to crushing with clamps to needles to whips. Jeff felt like he was being devoured by the muscle men. Omar had a couple of times, with no conversation or any warning, suddenly swiped Jeff’s arm with an alcohol pad and slammed him, keeping up the facefuck the entire time. When Jeff thought—which wasn’t often by now—he knew he didn’t need the Tina, and he figured they knew, but it did keep him in the same space with no coming down, so maybe he needed those little slams to keep pace with their revenous need to use him. His hole pulsed incessantly with burning need, his cock, balls and body being used sending him on a constant ride of pleasure/pain, with multiple rolling anal orgasms crashing like waves. All he could see or smell or test was Omar’s cock, which had been using his mouth and throat like a flesh light for what felt like an eternity. Occasionally Omar would drive deep into his throat and then loosen the mouth spreader so his lips could start to make a seal and he would drink what seemed to be gallons and gallons of piss. From time to time Omar would scoot up and brutally use Jeff’s hole from below while Abdul fed him loads of increasingly rank piss. This went on for a couple of hours, only stopping when Omar grew a little bored. He crawled out and beat Jeff’s back and shoulders with a leather strap for a while. And then threaded a big set of balls into his hole. They unstrapped Jeff, keeping his hole stuffed, and Omar held him upside down on his hands while Abdul clamped the boy’s nipples and the tip of his cock. They tossed him into a sling and lightly bound him, and both fisted him for a while, driving deep into him, Jeff bouncing and moaning. The twins pulled their arms out and pushed in a very large and very big plug. Abdul picked Jeff up and essentially sat him down on the plug, Abdul’s arm only supporting the plug, driving it into him as he sat on it, his arms and legs resting on the man’s shoulders. Over Abdul’s shoulder Jeff could see Omar following, carrying spiked lube, a box of drugs, and an open net laundry bag filled with truly obscenely thick toys and plugs. They brought him over to the “relaxation” area, and lay on their backs jacking their enormous cocks. Jeff put on a little show of self-dildo play. They let him use unlimited poppers and insisted he only used the laced lube. They played slower trance and all of the frenzy began to slow down. The play edged and flowed, and as he worked up to one short squat and truly obscene toy after the other, they would get up and put him on his back between them, his upper back angled on the man’s crotch. They cuffed his ankles and wrist together and would give him poppers from time to time as they slowly but surely forced the big dildos in, stretching his hole wider than ever. Omar got excited, and fed Jeff’s hole about 1/8 gram. He then proceeded to use each toy again until he could punch fuck Jeff with it, his hole closing and opening rapidly around a toy with a head and shaft as thick as a volley ball, then other as thick as a football, then a bowling ball then bigger. Then the same thing with different shaped heads that pushed deeper, little rounded outcroppings. Jeff knew he should be unable to handle this, especially after all this time, but his body and mind betrayed him and so Jeff pushed back and shouted for more. Omar finally tired of the game and forced a dildo a few inches taller and thicker than the last one he’d used into Jeff’s hole until it was completely home. He then sat Jeff down on the dildo, uncuffed his arms and legs and bent his knees up. Abdul came over and arranged a bar hanging from the ceiling to hold his knees in position, locking his ankle cuffs onto the floor. Omar got behind him, his precum flowing down onto Jeff’s shoulders and Omar raised Jeff’s arms up over his head, cuffing them until he was seated with his legs bent and his torso extended straight up. He pushed on a track above, hanging in the ceiling, and forced an arch into the small of Jeff’s back, he then got down and lifted and Abdul came up carrying and small round column about five inches thick. Abdul centered the little platform under the dildo base stretching Jeff’s hole tight as a drum and then lowered Jeff down until the bottom of the dildo was resting on the top of the little round column. his ass held steady by an additional strap. Omar leaned in and said, “We know you are sufficiently high for this, but we must take from you what we need.” Jeff felt the familiarly cool of an alcohol swab and the the prick on his skin and then he was sent into the stratosphere with a yet another slam. When the slam took over, they lowered him down, driving the big toy in two full inches past the base. Jeff began screaming and babbling incoherently for a full two minutes while they tightened the straps holding him in place. When Jeff calmed down, the twins pulled up their big chairs and relaxed and jacked their huge cocks and watched as the boy’s entire abdom bulged, quaked and cramped around the huge intruder. After he finally got to the point where he hole was stretched and he calmed, they immediately gave him a half inch more, doing this slowly and giving him no time to adjust. They left the toy in with the entire extra length for a while and facefucked him brutally, holding his head steady with a big strap around the back of his head. When they saw his throat was irritated they began randomly hiding shards in their foreskin or under the barbells lining their dicks, laughing as he screamed as his throat burned and the drugs entered his system. They then removed the big dildo, roughly pulling it out, and balancing another larger dildo, with a raised ridge meant to drive deeper into him onto a six inch platform. They never gave him more than six extra inches of stuffing, but they did change the dildo sizes a total of five more times, each one just a few centimeters larger and longer, moving more slowly and slowly. Jeff actually started begging them to go faster, the slow stretching they were doing hurt longer and more continuously than way that had started, but they just laughed and kept at it. Jeff was in a constant state of going from agony to pleasure, as each time he got up used to a stretch they would just give him more and more. When the twins saw that Jeff had reached a place of peace with the pain, still clearly having lots of it but not fighting it, they changed the dildo one more time pushing way past what Jeff thought of as his limit, and then the left him on the huge thing, swaying and grunting until he found the absolute pleasure of the biggest stretch of his life. Once they saw Jeff pass into the stratosphere of pain, they lowered the lights and put on low, light trance again, and blindfolded him. They pierced each of his tits twice, Jeff giving a quick shout as the pain registered. He then felt their hands all over his body, occasionally scraping a welt and squeezing his balls. They had brought over some whips and things and Omar used his cock and balls again, slowly and more gently than before. Abdul began pressing and pushing and getting his fingers up into the stretched hole, from behind as Jeff checks covered the sides of the column. He got a hose in and squirted very strong Tina lube in from time to time, working the tube in deeper. Jeff was so broken in mind and spririt, so submitted to their demands, that he just groaned and received everything they gave him. He didn’t resist when they lifted him and slid another two inch disk under him, but he did react when that big tool went in, and so they gave him it in agonizing 1/4 inch increments, Jeff yelling for them to take his hole and own it. They kept him stretched in this way for a total of three had 1/2 hours from when they began forcing him to take giant oversized dildos with the extra discs under them to drive the tool and its base deeper into his cunt. After he’d sat on the sixth dildo with six extra inches, they wired him for electro, lifted him and out one final inch under him, gave him a small slam, and lowered him onto the last inch in one agonizing push. When he quit screaming, he moaned and hung his head, devoid of resistance or thought other than the profound agony in his hole. The men came up, and slapped and punched his stomach, causing his body indescribable agony as he spasmed around the huge toy. Omar and then Abdul, whisphering in his ear, “What is your purpose, cunt?” Jeff hung his head and sighed, “To serve you master.” They then took turns asking him “Who decides when you are stretched to the max?” Jeff opened his eyes, a war between agony and the gaping need of a bottoms hole clearly visible, “You do, master always.” Abdul then methodically used his fingers all around the huge intruder, coatng as much of the boys insides with as much Tina as Abdul could get inside, feeling with his fingers to see if the boy had loosened. Then the twirls began slowly pushing two heavily lubed and ribbed medium sized inflatable dildos, one in front under the boys balls, and the other in the back at the small of his back, aiming to get them all the way in, pressed flat against the column and huge toy stuffed in the boy. Mission accomplished they then began to slowly inflate them, stretching the boy’s hole. They worked slowly until they could tell the boy could feel it, inflating the dildos simultaneously. When the boy was shouting from the strain they deflated the dildos they did this several times always stopping when the boy started shouting. They then brought him to the shouting staged and stopped, and just as the shouting turned to groaning, they inflated the dildos to max, held for a few second and deflated until he was merely shouting, now with tears streaming down. They did this for a good 30 minutes until the shouting and yelling stage required less and less air being removed. They then tested the Jeff’s trashed boycunt by picking him up, and letting the huge toy slid out a few inches and then lowering Jeff back on. Jeff responded to this with increasing lust. Omar leaned in, “You like that now, huh? Was all that pain worth it to get here where I wanted you?” Jeff opened his eyes and looked Omar “ More, Master, the feeling is incredible.” They did this in increasing amounts until they were sure: Jeff could now get fucked by their biggest and most obscene dildos. Omar got a big evil on his face, because if Abdul was the master of the deep painful fuck, he was the master of the trashed hole, the hole pushed beyond its limits, and still begging for more. Abdul let Jeff’s arms down from the ceiling and put them on the floor, making him arch his back and keep his ass up, Omar put a leather parachute on the kids balls, pulling them back through his legs. He used the electronic motor to hoist Jeff up backwards pulling him airborne by his balls, hands and feet scrambling for purchase. Omar hoisted him up until he was just a millimeter up, his entire weight and that of the huge dildo and column buried in his ass dangling by his balls. Jeff screamed and cried in agony, and Omar walked away. He quietly set a four minute timer and put it in front of the boy and went to gather everything he needed. When he had adjusted the fuck bench and gathered more points, he rang a bell to have someone make two bottles of heavily spiked lube. Ezekiel, knowing their ways like the back of his hand arrived bearing the requested items. He also bore a few extra vials of Tina “just in case.” Omar smiled broadly and brought the man in for a passionate kiss, “I love you so my faithful boy” Omar sent Ezekiel on his way. Jeff had stopped screaming and was now softly crying, begging them for relief. Omar made him wait for until he had been up for a good three and one half minutes since he started the timer and let him down until his hands could touch the ground flat. He made sure though that he was on the absolute tips of his toes, his lower body hoisted towards the ceiling by his balls. “If that toy comes out of your hole, slave, you will regret it, probably for the rest of your life. now, thank me for my mercy in letting you have relief boy.” Jeff sobbed, so relived that he said with great feeling “Thank you master for relieving my agony.” Omar then knelt and had the boy drink his piss. After he gave he boy 1/2 a load he stopped and said, “I thought you said you wanted me to keep fucking you with that big dildo in your ass, so why all the begging for me to stop preparing you for that? You looked like you really enjoyed that and said any agony was worth it? So which is it?” Jeff sobbed in defeat, “Please master, use me as you will, please just stretch my hole and use my ass, please use me as you will.” Omar gently fucked the boy with the giant tool, slipping some Tina in with each stroke. “Isn’t that want you want, little bitch?” Omar asked. Jeff groaned with absolute please, “Pleae sir.” “Then stop complaining and let me do what needs to be done,” Omar commanded. He then adjusted the boys balls so he could get some relief on the pressure in them only through great effort and painful pressure on his hands and arms pushing against the floor and walked away, Jeff sobbing. Omar had already moved the two or three largest dildos they had used on the boy over to the fuck bench where his final debasement was to take place. He then selected a few larger ones, some just larger in height and width, and others with deceptive heads which quickly widened into the obscene sizes he was going for. These grew in height, with the first ones adding just an inch of additional stretch to one that added eight inches of additional stretch and a full two more inches of width on top of a mountainous can’t stretcher. Abdul was also busy, bringing all of the instrument of pain near: electro, sounding, canes, cock whips, every type of metal wire, nylon cord, anything that would cause the boy agony at the same time his asshole was giving him ecstasy. It was time. The two men pointed themselves to make sure they were as sexually aggressive as possible and went to retrieve the boy. He was still desperately trying to relieve the pain in his balls. Omar grabbed the big dildo buried in Jeff’s hole and pushed lightly as Abdul let the boy down. The boy never broke position and started pushing back against the toy. Omars fist was already mostly inside the boys hole. “Fuck ya, boy,” he shouted, “You are ready to please your master now.” Somewhere deep in his brain Jeff knew had never experienced anything like this. He thought he’d plumbed the literal depths of his submissive nature, his overwhelming desire to be filled, used, and stretched. But these men had taught him that he had depths and depths more. He knew the tool inside him was literally obscenely large, but all he could think of was getting more of it in him. He just started begging them “Fuck pussy, fuck pussy, fuck pussy.” Abdul laughed, leaning in to look at the boy’s black eyes, his beauty masked behind his animal need, “Oh baby, we are going to fuck your pussy until you can’t take anymore. And then we are going to fuck you harder.” Omar fuck-walked Jeff, the boy on his hands and feet, the huge dildo squelching around, over to the prepared table. It was a padded bench that he knelt on with his head resting on a small platform. They secured his arms stretched out, ready for slamming, and bound his feet and calves, but they left his ass considerable play—Omar knew he’d be participating eagerly in the destruction of his already destroyed hole. They adjusted the height so Abdul could easily reach his balls, shrunken cock, abdomen, and tits. Omar removed the dildo they’d been using—the one that they had used inflatables to force his hole to open around—and went back a few sizes. The boy’s hole was so loose, it slid into the hilt easily. Omar immediately began punching fucking the boy, shifting angles, the muscles on his huge arms bulging from the weight of the thing. After a few minutes of this he went to the next size, sliding the tool in and then fucking the boys hole up and down, left and right, driving it straight in and pushing until he felt resistance and the punching the resistance away. Omar decided it was time to really stretch the boy, and so he picked up a tool that was about an inch bigger than the huge one the boy had sat on last, and pushed it in. The boy groaned but pushed his ass back, eager for his stretching. Omar immediately started rough fucking Jeff, within a minute he was fucking the boy as hard as he had with the previous toys, Jeff bucking and straining but groaning and begging for more. Omar rough fucked the boy for probably an hour, changing toy sizes and shapes, pushing the toys in until he found resistance, his big arm buried to the forearm at times, pushing the toys deeper. Abdul relaxed on the sofa and jacked his cock—he wanted to wait until Omar started the truly painful part of the boy’s stretching before he tortured the boys front. Omar motioned for Abdul to join them, and the second the big toy was out, Abdul’s big clenched fist was shoulder deep in the boy. Abdul punched Jeff while Omar went to select one of the mountain-sized toys with a raised thinner area for even deeper penetration. He decided to skip the one that only added an inch and went straight for one that would fill the boy as he had just been filled, except a middle area which would push into his hole two inches more. Omar watched Abdul punching the boy, really going to town, changing angles constantly. While Jeff grunted and squealed, he still pushed back on every punch, yelling, “Use me! Fuck me! Abdul noticed Omar standing there, holding the giant tool, and he smiled, “Want in, brother? I’m keeping. It warm for you?” Omar nodded and moved into position pushing the toy in firmly, and as Jeff started feeling the big head of the thing pushing into him deeper, he went rigid and arched his back and groaned. Omar just kept pushing, not stopping into the thing was seated firm, Jeff’s pussy more full than it had ever been. Omar paused, wanting the boy to feel the full effect of how much of his hole Omar now owned. And as he did so Jeff started bucking and pushing back, trying to take the toy deeper. Omar obliged, pushing the toy about 1/2 inch more than immediately, starting changing the angle of the thing, giving the boy the biggest deepest fuck of his life. Abdul began hanging weighs off the boys balls, making all of his wild movement of his ass as he begged to be used by the giant toys, painful. He didn’t stop begging with his mouth and his hole, though, his need was too great. By the time, Omar was fucking him with a dildo with a fix inch long extra head, Abdul had the boys cock sounded and was giving him a pleasuresble electro program to his balls and down his cock hole. He was whipping the boy’s back and his abdomen with a wire coat hanger that he pulled into a straight line. Jeff obliged with little screams of pain, but nothing would stop his insatiable holes need to get fucked. Omar switched to a huge, slightly curved tool as big as the one he’d been using, and used the curve to reach new sources of resistance which he brutally fucked away. He invited Abdul to take over, and Abdul smiled broadly as he realized how brutal he could be. He reached down and switched the electric to a punishing series of sharp jolts, each one making the boy scream, but again he never stopped pushing his hole back and begging for more as Abdul punched his hole, withdrawing the huge toy completely and punching it in past the base, shifting angles and opening the boy left and right, up and down, moving methodically to stretch the boy as far as possible. Omar went to collect one of the largest tools in their collection. It’s monstrous shaft was about two inches wider and taller than the monster stretching the boy now. But its bonus stretching outcropping was about 8 inches long, started with a conical head, full of spikes and textured places, that was a diameter of 12 inches, including a flared ridge then the rest of the shaft dropped to 11 inches diameter in a constant rapid increase to 17 inches before disappearing into the enormous girth of monster walrus shaped cock. He costed the stretching head of the thing with thick lube, and the worked about a 1/2 gram of crystal into every surface and cranny and then he pushed several large shareds into the small indent in the top of the thing. He then spread another another 1/2 gram over every surface of about 1/4 of the way down the sides. Abdul looked up and smiled when he saw where Omar had decided to take things and he pushed the big toy in as far as he could, and when the boy went rigid from the stretch he pushed until the boy was panting and starting to shake. He gave a final push, lodging the toy in another 1/4 inch and then he got up, shifting the electro back to a pleasurable level. Abdul went and got a large mirror, and placed it so Omar could see the boys face more easily than in the further-away mirrors on the dungeon walls. He then climbed under the boy and removed the clamps, pierced each tit once at an angle, relishing the boy’s sudden scream, and replaced the clamps, hanging a small weight from the chain between them. He then added several weights to the boys swollen balls and quickly beat the boys balls with a wooden cane resulting in screams even as the boy moved his ass upwards trying to get the toy in deeper. He stood up and he and Omar each gave the boy a full load of chempiss, laughing as he guzzled it like a whore. As Omar stepped behind the boy, displaying the monstrous instrument of ass destruction and Abdul bent down and pulled the boys head up. “See what we have for your pussy, slut,” he spoke softly, “You want that big toy to destroy you?” Jeff looked up, barely able to focus and his eyes grew wider, but his only response was to start chanting “Fuck pussy more, fuck pussy, wreck pussy, cunt pussy, fuck pussy more.” Abdul pulled up a chair to enjoy the show. Both he and Omar were rock hard in anticipation of the boy taking one of the biggest dildos in their collection. The thing was so big and heavy, Omar was going to be getting an arm workout using it. Abdul grinned, because he knew that he would get to share in the duties while Omar rested up for another round. Omar lined the toy up and began pushing, Jeff groaned loudly and arched his back as he felt some of the tina enter his passsge, he pushed back when he felt it begen to work, reveling in the way the head stretched him, he gave a surprised start when the thing really began to widen, but still he pushed back, eager to feel the pain of the Tina turn to hot lust. He went rigid when the thing was about half way in but Omar kept pushing. by the time the toy was three-quarters of the way in, he was panting loudly, Omar was relentless and as the conical head of the 8-inch thick stretcher began to break new ground in his hole he gave a few short little scream as the shards were pressed out into his hole. His hole was now tight around the entire massive top of the thing causing all of the Tina not hidden in a valley between ridges began to be deposited. Omar now picked up the pace, wanting the stretch to hurt. Jeff arched his back, is mouth open with surprised at how deep he was being taken all at once. Once the toy was in him taking four inches of new ground he started yelling “Fuck pussy, fuck pussy,” and Omar increased the speed into almost to that of a shove, Jeff’s voice, hoarse from hours of partying and as the last four new inches was taken, rose into a scream that sounded a lot like pussy. Omar still didn’t stop, giving the boy another inch and a half, then satisfied that the rest of the boy’s hole was too tight he stopped, part of the base of the monster inside the hole part of it out. Keeping on hand firmly on the base of the toy he stood up, admiring how stretched the boys hole. Abdul looked down, and said “If that thing were hollow we could probably fit our heads in there.” Omar smiled, “Pierce the boy so we can fuck him up.” “Fuck him up more, you mean,” Abdul replied, and both men laughed. Abdul climbed under the boy. Jeff was still rigid from the deep and wide penetration, but he was now whispering “Fuck pussy, fuck pussy” and already his body was learning to accept this latest conquering of his hole. Abdul swiftly pieced each nipple again, making an X of pain in the boys nipple. The boy merely hissed, but it clearly got his attention because he was rocking very slightly, trying to find a way to accept the intruder. Omar stood behind the boy, keeping the big toy steady and firmly in his ass. Abdul now pierced huge of the boys balls, going directly through each trsticle. This produced a bellow of pain from Jeff, and then when Abdul pierced the head of the boys cock, putting the needle through the sensitive skin under the front of his now cock head, he screamed loudly this time. When the boy had settled a bit—the piercing causing some squirming—Omar moved a small stand with a five inch square on the end of it into place. This insured that the toy stayed inside the boy. He and Abdul moved swiftly to the boys bound arms, and in perfect unison found veins, swabbed him, and then pricked him. When each had found a register, Omar mouthed one two three and they slammed Jeff with a little over a quarter of a gram into each arm. Jeff coughed and the stand holding the giant cock in the boys ass rattled like an earthquake but held fast. Within seconds he was writhing with pleasure, arching his back and chanting “pussy, pussy, pussy.” Omar went behind the boy and pushed, the boys hole let him have another inch, and Omar still pushed, the toy inched forward another quarter inch and then Omar began to fuck the boy, using the small handles on the underside of the thing to control it. At first he just fucked the boy at depth, occasionally pushing forward to claim more ground, but he then quickly began to subtly change angles, causing new parts of tight how to come into contact with whirls and ridges on the toy and depositing yet more Tina. The boys beautiful face was cycling through a series of expressions, one second twisting in pain, the next wide eyed as some new part of his asshole was opened, then going into an exprsssion of pure bliss. His black eyes open but unseeing, his mind solely focused on the only part of him that had ever mattered: his trashed boycunt. As the boys hole opened and he was able to fuck the boy more easily, bringing the big toy almost free before slamming it home, Omar started shifting the toy a quarter turn, bringing the huge stretcher head of the thing into a new part of the boys deepest places. He would push the toy in relentlessly until it was locked into place and fuck that place until it opened, then a quarter turn and the process started. After about 1/2 hour Jeff boy was relatively open, his ass was beginning to move back and accept the invader. When this happened, Omar nodded at Abdul, and when Abdul was in position he shoved the toy into the boy’s hole refusing to stop when it encountered resistance, taking another 1/2 inch of depth. Once the boy went rigid from this deep invasion, Abdul swiftly pierced the head of the boys cock again, this time crossways through the head, parallel across the head. Jeff groaned and started breathing even more rapidly. Abdul pierced each nipple a third time, the boy gave a small hoarse yell and Abdul felt a few tears fall from the boys eyes onto his thighs. Abdul wired up pierceings on the boys cock and balls and then climbing out, he set an electro program that would be pleasurable for a while and increase in speeds. Omar went around and fed the boy a load of piss then lay down under him, getting him to work licking and cleaning his sweaty pits and chest, sliding his body up when the boy finished cleaning the sweat off one area. Abdul started using the huge toy with increasing brutality, happy his brother had stretched the boy so fully. He fucked him deep at all sorts of angles, then bought the toy out punching the boys hole from deepest part to rectum, pulling the monster out and punching it in, increasing the depth of the punch steadily. As he prepared to really punch fuck the boy the entire length of his increasingly sloppy hole, he looked up. Omar had put a triangular cushion under the small of his back and the boy was cleaning the man’s huge sweaty buttocks, ass crack and Omar was pulling Jeff’s tongue into his asshole. After they went a few more rounds, Omar could feel the boy was getting tender. He kept up the punishing fuck though until the boy started saying “Sore pussy, sore pussy.” Abdul perked up and said, “I think he just said more pussy, let me help with that.” Even in his state of near delirium, Jeff groaned. Omar removed the big toy and handed it to Abdul. While Omar began a brutal punch fuck, Abdul coated the stretcher head with another 1/2 gram making sure to fill every cranny. Abdul stood behind the boy as Omar finished the brutal punchfuck and then sent to the boys head to settle in for a nice relaxing session of getting his asshole and cock worshiped. Abdul lined up the head and the boy was quaking a bit in fear of the pain to come. Abdul smiled, and slapped the boys ass then began to ram the toy into the hole, when it broke new ground—fuck this boy pussy was nice and deep—Jeff went rigid and Omar pushed until Jeff was yelling in pain, Omar gave him one more inch and stopped. Without pausing he left the toy in place and turned it, trying to get as much tins as possible in place. Then, without waiting on the boy hole to open he pilled back and inch, gave the thing a quarter turn and then pushed, taking just a tiny more of the holes depth, he did this all around over and over, using the big tool like a tunnel borer. The entire first time Abdul did this Jeff stayed rigid, his whole torso twitching and spasming. But by the second round he was panting and huffing and pushing back, as all of the Tina took hold. From time to time Abdul would push until Jeff went rigid and the push until he was about to yell, and then he would start the hole boring process again, Jeff soon egging him on. By the time the toys was so deep that Abdul’s forearms were buried in the boys hole, the toy so big the stretched open behind it, and Abdul could see inside with no difficulty , he began to push the toy forward with a bit of force, when Jeff was fully screaming he began to pile drive the boy at this new depth, and he heard Omar click the electro back on to a punishing program. They took turns pile driving the boys hole, never really trying to break new ground but always come up with some fresh angle of resistance they would pound out of the boys hole. The boy was lost to the world, his hole periodically giving him an anal orgasm, his body moving and dancing to the rhythms of a boy who took great pleasure from hole abuse. After about a half our, the boy began to get tender again, so Abdul punched him this time while Omar prepared the toy, knowing this was probably the last session with this toy and that it was probably the right time to then move towards gentler play and fucking the boy and slowing down, he coated the stretching head with another 1/2 gram of boylust powder. Abdul finished up his punchfuck with some brutal full fist to armpit fucks and stood up. As Omar moved into place, Abdul held up a point with a quizzical look. Omar grinned, and said, “I was thinking just a quarter but that will do as well. Wait for my signal.” Jeff sighed with a dreamy look on his face and pushed back as Omar smoothly pushed the into the wide open hole when he met resistance he just kept going and Jeff’s eyes flew open, a low growl starting n his throat, Abdul leaned down and said, “I told you we had prodigious appetites.” Right then Jeff threw his head back, the Tina of the stretching head filling his hole, and he started to yell. Omar said “To paradise, slut” and Abdul dropped another 1/4 gram of Tina into Jeff’s veins. Omar made this stretch the most difficult one yet, and kept pushing while the yell turned into a low, hoarse, scream. He pushed past resistance that he would have stopped at earlier, but the boys hole was stretched deeper due to short jabs and fucks of the toys previous entries. He kept pushing until the hole was truly tight and then he pushed into that until the boy arched his back and yelled, “Oh fuck, Master.” Omar smoothly took even a bit more of the boy hole and the boy started panting. Omar quickly and smoothly began to turn the toy in a circle, gently fucking about 1/2 inch as he did so, he had to rearrange his arms, turning the toy like a steering wheel as he established a rocking fucking, still, turning and rocking he pushed ever so slightly deeper, the hole had only gone about an inch deeper than before they slammed him , but at this depth victories were measure in millimeters. Jeff soon grew to love this rhythm, and began pushing back, Omar slowing claiming deeper bits by the tiniest pushes. When the heat of all the Tina took hold again, he felt the boys hole start to open and welcome the invader. He pounced, and pushed the toy in 1/2 inch. Jeff went rigid, then pushed back as Omar started the rhythmic turning and fucking he seemed to love. He gestured to Abdul to take over, Omar spoke quietly in his brother’s ear, knowing Jeff wasn’t listening to anything but the waves of pleasure from his hole, “He’s starting to welcome it of his own accord, he responds beautifully to a rhythmic fuck and a constant turning of the head. Start off that way but slowly turn rougher and definitely claim whatever millimeters you can when he opens. I am going to enjoy this show until you sense it’s time and tell me.” “When I am in place, push slowly,” Omar said, “But listen to your animal and be relentless. Push until he’s panting and begging you to stop and then I will point him, take some more from him then—at this depth, you may only claim a 1/2 centimeter more from him, but his pain will be beautiful to see. Once you sense he really can’t give you more with that stretch, fuck him with increasing brutality and take him deeper as much as you deem possible.” “I will give his pussy a fuck to remember us by,” Abdul promised, smiling with a distinctly evil air. Abdul was so eager to hurt Jeff, that he only fucked him a a short while before signaling his brother. Abdul didn’t really want to take any depth from the pussy this way—he wanted to do it the hard way with the boy in tears. Once Omar was in place, he began to push, very very slowly, as he knew as well as his brother that small gains in depth at this point could cause lots of pain. Knowing this was his last chance to make the boy suffer in one of his favorite ways—through the claiming of a deep hole—he relished watching the stages of rigidity, then screaming, as he kept pushing he saw the boy was going to beg. “Paradise,” he said, and Omar slammed the boy. Abdul never stopped pushing, but was very, very slow about it. When the coughing ended and the wave of desire reached the boys hole, Abdul felt him open. The boy was completely locked into position, his entire body tense, but Abdul continued to push until he reached a very deep tight place, he paused and held still, the boys hole offered a moment of relaxation and he pushed another millimeter, doing this a half-dozen times, until the boy began to anal orgasm. As the spasm started deep the hole opened to Abdul’s slight pressure and he got another 1/2 millimeter, he pressed a little harder and the boy started keening, his entire body shaking and sweat dripping. Abdul held fast keeping the tiniest bit of pressure. Omar stick his hand in and desposited probably another 1/4 gram into the boy, using lube to massage it into the open hole all around Omar’s arm. Jeff started whispering “No more, no more,” but Abdul kept up the pressure. As the new game took hold he felt the boys hole give way spasming open the stopping, open for the slightest push. Omar appeared, and grinned evilly, holding another 1/4 gram point, and said softly “Penis.” He slid under the boy but the boy was lost in a world between ecstasy and agony. The boy hissed and in the mirror Abdul saw Omar pull the boys cock straight by the needle piercing him, he swabbed the length of the boys cock and then jabbed the needle into the vein ruing along the bottom of the boys cock, and slammed the kid. As Omar scurried out he saw the slam had made the boys cock erect, and pull even more painfully on the needles. Abdul started pushing, and the minute the wave of desire hit the boys ass opened and welcomed probably an entire 1/2 inch. Still Abdul pushed, harder than he had. He looked up and the boy was riding waves of desire and then Jeff’s hole gave him a few more millimeters—by this point Abdul estimated they been pushing the boy for 15 minutes so Abdul pushed again until the boy screamed. He than began to gently fuck the boy with the counter turning rhythm he loved, Jeff groaned and keened for a few minutes, Abdul pounding a little harder and finding the boy had a few tiny little increments yet to give They fucked the boy for a further two hours, not caring that they were pushing his limits very hard. After he was completely open to this latest depth, Omar took over punching the boy with his fists and other giant toys. Abdul moved the boy onto his back in the gyno chair and got out the biggest metal toy, the one Jeff hadn’t taken. It slide in with relative ease, covered in a fresh Tina load, and Abdul too the opportunity to teach Jeff about painful stretching at a new depth. After he got the boy a little deeper, he asked Omar to set up the poppers machine. He used the toy to fuck the boy in all directions, getting bigger and bigger angles, as the boy dissolved further into an ecstatic state. From time to time Abdul would stop and claim some territory. After a while, Omar whispered that he was ressdy to fuck the boys “velvet, sloppy hole.” Abdul said he wanted to hurt the boy a final time. Abdul pushed firmly straight up the boys hole, as new territory was claimed and the boy started screaming he pushed some more, the boy became desperate, panting, but kept the pressure on until he had claimed a total of two inches, an incredible feet at that depth. He then used the toy with incredible brutality, punching the hole deep with all of its shapes and bumps and spiked. At first the boy screamed and then he began to revel in the abuse and his hole gave Abdul a least 3/4 inch note which Abdul took in brutal sadistic pushes. After he’d done this for half and hour, he gave the boy a series of brutal punch’s with the thing claiming a tiny bit of territory each time. Jeff was lost in a pain/pleasure loop and Abdul pushed him harder, and took another 1/4 inch. He then pulled the thing about a quarter out and began to punch the boys hole with it, each time being sure to claim a final bit of the boys soul. Finally he pushed it in until the boy was screaming then he stopped. He got up and kissed the boy, whose face was a rictus of pain, and got up to help Omar get ready to start taking the boy down. When Omar came back the boy was back on a blissful state, so Omar started fucking the boy with the toy. He was able to brutally claim a bit more territory and started pounding the boy at that depth at every angle. He finally sent the toy in until the boy screamed—it didn’t take much at all—and he set the thing moving and twisting and rolling, and keeping this up he fucked the boy deeper until he was desperately begging. Omar punched with at that depth for an out 10 minutes then stopped and threaded the toy out. Despite the serious abuse, there wasn’t a drop of blood, and Omar praised the boy and then had him clean the toy with his mouth, threading the huge thing as far down Jeff’s throat as he could, making Jeff splutter and throw up around it. They moved into the area with cushions and pillows and each brother gave Jeff a load of chempiss, they then dissolved a 1/4 gram into an enema bag of chempiss the twins had collected when they didn’t piss in Jeff’s throat or ass, and gave him that. They plugged him with an inflatable plug that they had to blow up about 1/2 way before it would lock in the boys loose hole. As the men relaxed, Jeff would serve them as directed, cleaning their bodies all over with his tongue, cleaning their ass and worshiping their hole, suckling their big cocks. He worship their huge legs and sucked on their toes and the men idly played with his hole, slipping fingers alongside the toy or inflating and deflating the plug and gently fucking him with it. After about a half hour, the twins cleaned out Jeff’s hole, making him take bigger and bigger enemas, after about six times they filled him so full he was quaking and they plugged him inflating the plug as far as it would go. They then led him, moaning and quivering and bathed him. They then made him bath them and worship their bodies, tweaking his nipples and giving him light slaps. As the fullness turned to pleasure, as it so often does for a true bottom, they let him let the water out. They led him to the other area and gave Jeff a very slam and they fucked, fisted, and punched him, going all the way to the shoulder over and over. They were occasionally brutal, because Jeff craved it, but to their standards it was not particularly rough sex. They doubled him multiple times and finally both men shot loads in Jeff. After he cleaned their sweat off with his tongue they lay and rested. Then they fucked and fisted Jeff, and when he begged Abdul to hurt him deep, Abdul agreed, kissing the boy and praising him before being open about his needs. They all agreed not to go crazy and the men agreed they would keep their animal lusts on a short leash. Abdul retrieved several of his most difficult toys, including the metal one Jeff had grown to love. Abdul loved this kind of pain play almost as much as being truly brutal. The boy was a bit sore, which meant Abdul could be gentle and still cause exciting pain. They played for probably another two hours, Jeff twisting and groaning and going ridged as always. Abdul rarely pushed him beyond a scream, although occasionally Jeff would cry “Please Master, I need it” and urge Abdul on. The pace was very slow, and Jeff seemed to relish twisting in pain. For rest periods, Omar would gently fist the boy while Abdul relaxed and watched, sometime joining in to double the boy, getting in behind the shoulders. Finally Abdul sense the Jeff was truly too sore to continue, and after making him howl and scream and beg for more and then beg him to stop, Abdul pushed him a trifle more. He held that depth for just a minute, to remind Jeff that he was ultimately in charge, and then gently pulled back. They both praised Jeff as a good boy and they all cuddled and relaxed, Jeff drifting on a sea of endorphins, sometimes just relaxing with his eyes closed,sometimes nursing on one or the other of their giant perfect cocks. They rested, and occasionally one of them would gently fuck Jeff, telling him that is hole was pure velvet. Jeff occasionally rode the men’s giant arms, taking them elbow deep, but always slowly and sensuously, his eyes closed in bliss. They both put another load in him and relaxed. After a while, Jeff took a load of piss from each man down his throat and worshiped their asses. They took him to the shower and everyone bathed each other. They gently cleaned Jeff’s hole and praised him and kissed him all over. Omar and rang for Ezekiel, who came to blindfold the exhausted boy, still fizzy with desire, and led him to his room.

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Jeff came to consciousness strapped into a sling, his arms were free enough that he could operate a poppers sniffer, but not reach his tits. His tits were now wearing regular alligator clips. He could see and feel that his body was very sore all over, although someone had rubbed an ointment all over him that soothed a little. His asshole throbbed in time to the beat around yet another big plug. Dark trance music played and he could hear the sounds of porn on the several screens around the room. His eyes focused on one screen and saw himself, tied in a sling, getting punched by Daddy Ben’s big balled fist. He almost didn’t recognize himself in the video, but he rembered those moments well, his pussy throbbing with hunger around the plug. Noticing he was awake, Abdul got up from the low leather sofa set up again the wall where he and Omar and been watching and jacking their hard cocks. He reached over and showed him a yellow enema bag. “This is chempiss collected from sex parties and sex clubs all over Chicago, and all of our chempiss that didn’t got directly in your mouth or ass earlier,” he said, “Enjoy the ride—and don’t worry we dissolved a few extra shards in it to make sure you get a full dose.” He then pulled the big plug out of Jeff’s hole and threaded the thin tube inside the boy hole. The boy slowly opened around the questing tube until Abdul could tell that it was as far it would go. It was very deep, 18.5 inches according the depth marker on the tube. He released the flood and filled the boy full from that depth until his second chamber, he then filled the boys first and second chamber with all that remained. Within seconds of this process starting he could tell the boy was feeling it, his eyes going black from dilated pupils and his body squirming. He spanked the boy to make the hole close as he removed the tube. He then inserted a tube connected to a small air pump, into the boys second hole and followed this with a wide but relatively flat plug. He then gave the boy pumps of air to force the piss deeper and make him wider. He did this as the boy groaned, and when he went rigid and gasping he stopped. He held the boy at that point for several moments until he saw the hunger take over and he released the valve so a bit of the air could escape—they didn’t want to rapture anything, just get the boy wide open. He then wired up his cock and balls and put it on a steadily increasing program that went just a few steps into the shouting pain level. This made the boy twist and turn, and caused the piss to slosh around and deliver a fresh payload of fire to the boy’s colon. After about 30 minutes, Omar came over and gave Jeff’s genitals a punishing series of increasingly hard jolts. He then played with the settings for a while, increasing the setting that caused the boy to scream each time. Finally, he stopped and pumped the boys hole several pumps passed where Abdul had gotten—the Tina was opening the boy up well. Once the boy went rigid, at about six beyond what Abdul had done. He gave him three more until until the boy was crying. He held the boy there for three minutes, enjoying the look of the boy alternating between pain and a desire for stretching. He then released a good bit of air and pumped the boy’s hole back up to desperation and then down again. After doing this several times- Jeff was panting but still moving his body like he needed a fuck—Omar set the electrical on a very painful level and pumped the boy up hard at the same time. The boy went rigid and he gave him two more pumps. The boy started screaming. Omar let him scream for a minute then gave him one more pump while raising the level of the electrical to max. Within seconds Jeff was begging “Please, Master, please Master.” Omar responded with two more pumps causing Jeff to howl. When Abdul heard Jeff begging, he came over, his cock hard as a rock. They held the twink in this state of unbearable pain for four minutes in total. They first let the air out of his hole, but his beautiful eightpack cramped and twisted as if still stretched. They then removed the electro wires and Jeff lay their panting. But the huge amount of Tina that had been drive deeper and deeper into his body already began to make him writhe with lust. “We must fuck him, brother,” Abdul said, “I need to use him now.” Omar nodded and smiled. Abdul got between the boys legs and slapped Jeff hard to get his attention. “You want our big cocks, boy?” Jeff was barely coherent, but he immediately started begging, “Fuck me forever, master, fuck me forever.” Abdul popped the dildo out, release a gush of piss, and then he penetrated the boy to the root, driving piss out of the boys hole but also deeper than any chems had ever been inside Jeff. Abdul settled in for a hard fuck, the floor of the dungeon becoming increasingly wet as piss dripped down Abdul’s huge bull balls. They both fucked him for a while, and finally they picked Jeff up and made him let out all the remaining piss. Everybody showered together, and they gave the boy a few big water enemies, filling him with more and more each time. Each time they filled him to the point where he was groaning from pain, they made him hold it a minute. They did this several times, mostly just for their general enjoyment of seeing Jeff suffer. They finally relented and Abdul picked Jeff up and put him back into the sling. Some of their slaves and been into the room while they were showering and everything was spick and span. They had set up a big toy chest, with all sizes and shapes of dildos and plugs, and a huge tub of lubricant. A small leather box lay open, full of pre-measured doses of Tina in small doses, and a couple of dozen points, all clearly marked with the dosage. There was a smaller squeeze bottle of lube marked “Pussy Hunger” with a photograph of a trashed boycunt under it. Jeff smiled: Tina spiked lube. Next to that was another big closed box that Jeff assumed was more Tina. Abdul handled him a small capsule and a small bottle of Gatorade. “That’s some of the finest ecstasy from Amsterdam and a small dose of GHB to wash it down.” Jeff smiled, and said “Thank you, Master,” and immediately swallowed the pill and chugged the GHB. Both men came and made out with him together, whispering about how they were going to trash his cunt and send him to paradise. Abdul went down to the boys hole, which by this point was twitching with desire. He picked up the squeeze bottle of laced lube and shoved it into the boys hole and squeezed a huge amount of it in Jeff’s gaping hole. He turned to Omar and said, “Call and tell Ezekiel to make two more batches this size, please brother. I want to trash this hole.” And trash his hole they did. They spent very little time opening him before they started moving around in the boys hole, making it wider and questing deeper. They didn’t go too crazy, though. They made sure Jeff was feeling the stretch and were extremely demanding but they weren’t particularly brutal based on what Jeff had experienced from his own Daddies and their friends. After about 90 minutes, while Omar was being really demanding on depth, pushing the boy to take his crane-shaped fist up to 3/4s of the way to the elbow. He then looked to Abdul, and said “Now, brother, unleash the boy’s beast.” Abdul efficiently unbound the boys right arm and pulled it out straight. Jeff, well- trained pig that he was made a fist. Abdul quickly food a vein and showing expertise from years of pointing boys, he quickly registered blood and sent a 1/4 gram dose into the boy. Jeff coughed loudly, and immediately chanted “Destroy me, Master, please.” Abdul felt the boys hole open up and he slid into the boy nearly to the elbow. Now they did go brutal, while Jeff begged them for more. They were soon punching him elbow deep with their fists in a smaller shape. Once he got opened and comfortable, they increased their brutality, going in with a small fist but pulling out with a full square fist. Jeff was in pig heaven, his head thrashing and riding the waves of pain and pleasure. After a couple of hours, they fed the boy’s hole a 1/4 gram vial, Omar shoving it in with a full square fist and dumping as much if it all around the boys pussy as deep as he could go. They then doubled him, moving quickly from a flat hand to a joined fist. Jeff couldn’t take this smoothly, and perched with it half way in, panting and groaning, they kept pushing and told him to huff big huffs of his poppers. As the poppers kicked in the boy’s cunt opened and the joining fist entered. Jeff gave a small scream and panted. The men slowly pushed in, not stopping until the hole stopped, the boys hole was tight as a drum around the huge diameter of their joined forearms. Omar smiled at his brother and said “Now,” and both he and his brother slipped two finger into the boy’s stretched hole. Jeff groaned and then moaned even more loudly as more of the massive pair of arms entered him. They were persistent and demanding, and almost got to the elbow. When it became clear that, as much as Jeff clearly wanted it, his hole wouldn’t stretch more, the joined fists began fucking him, increasing the speed until it was a full joined punch and Jeff was screaming in ecstasy. Their brutality increased five fold, now that the boy was open. One of them would torture the boys cock, balls, and tits while the other one brutally punched him. Jeff was so high he relished the abuse and begged for more. When each of the men was able to punch fuck him to the elbow, the joined their first together and stretched him past the elbow, until his hole was tight around their combined elbow. They pushed him hard and the two elbows went inside. This brought the boy to awareness and he screamed. They stayed completely still until he started fucking himself on the huge mass of joined arms. They fisted him for eight hours, and when they tired of this, Omar got him out of the sling and carried him, fisting the young twink the entire time, over to a more comfortable padded gyno chair. Abdul secured his wrists and arms comfortable but immobile. This next bit of assplay was intended to cause the boy pain, and so he would only get poppers when one of them wanted him to have them. Omar secured his ankles and legs and adjusted it so the boy’s hole was at a comfortable arm height and admired the boys trashed boycunt. Omar made a wide square fist and brutally shoved it in. He then punch fucked Jeff hard, going deeper and deeper relentlessly while his brother adjusted straps to give the boy’s body some play of movement. He got to his shoulder and stopped, Jeff panting and groaning loudly, he the pushed forward slowly but firmly until he was buried shoulder deep in the pig. “Send him to paradise, brother,” he said, and Abdul quickly gave the boy the largest slam of the night, nearly 1/2 gram. After the boy coughed and Abdul felt his hole turn hungry he pushed forward hard, burying his huge shoulder until the boy’s cunt was tickled by his pubes. He punched the boy at this depth for quite a while, Jeff turning again into a mess of pain and desire. While Omar further trashed the boys cunt, Abdul set up to do the thing he liked best. He loved to torture boys deep in their holes by using all manner of very firm or hard depth toys, and long toys with all sorts of dificult or painful bumps, spikes, or ridges. The boys almost perceived it as torture at first, but by the point he did this they were so fucked up that they begged him not to stop. When Omar tired of deep fisting the boy, he motioned for Abdul to have his turn. Jeff’s hole was even more trashed now, hanging open and wet, his regularly pumped asslips ragged. He started with a specially prepared toy. It was thin depth trainer with all kinds of ridges, hollow and small bumps. The entire thing—ever ridge and hollow was coated with finely ground Tina. Abdul splipped the toy in, careful to keep it running in one direction as it delivered its payload from its highest points. He was relentless and slowly pushed it well past Jeff’s limits. Jeff had long ago went rigid, his entire hole burning, but Abdul didn’t stop until he got to the base, a ball of silicone about the double the size of a baseball, covered in spiky silicon. He shoved the thing in one brutal push, sending the boy screaming for a brief few seconds. Once the boy calmed down, he starting twisting the ball and its very long tail buried deep in Jeff’s guts. This movement caused the entire toy to deposit Tina deeper than the boy had ever experienced. Within minutes the boy was being punched fucked by the brutal ball while Jeff just begged to be used. Abdul used increasingly stiffer and more difficult toys on the boy, his tears and begging for mercy made Abdul’s cock increasingly hard. The play followed a predictable cycle, as Jeff experienced new sensations deeper than he ever had, he would first perceive it as pain. But slowly the Tina hunger would awaken and he would be begging for more. Once he got a particularly brutal hard silicone toy covered in tennis sized balls buried in the boy (it took 20 minutes, it caused so much pain), Abdul left it there as the boy started relaxing around the toy and begging to be fucked. He then grabbed two of his toys that had most boys begging almost right away. There were two version of this toy, one larger than the other. They were a series of irregular metal shapes attached to a thin flexible but still rigid lengths. The were covered with small pumps and whirls and every other one had a small area of blunt spikes. He coated the toys in lube and an enormous amount of Tina. As Abdul intended, Jeff started begging for him to stop after the first three entered his hole. The toys had very little give and forced his colon to line up. Abdul knew the boy could take it—Omar’s arm didn’t bend eíther and he had taken it to the shoulder. The smaller one was just bicep deep length. But Omar’s arm wasn’t coated in ridges and spikes nor did it contain a Tina burn. Abdul worked slowly and carefully, but he was relentless—the minute he sensed Jeff’s hole opening up he went for it. After the first one was all in, he popped his fist in and slowly pushed the toy until the last square was in the boys second hole, stretched around the thing. Now he gently twisted the thing, and Jeff screamed as he felt the scraping of his skin and the Tina still lodged all around started entering his bloodstream. Within seconds he was begging “Please, more, Master.” So Abdul gently fucked him, still twisting and turning for a few minutes. He then removed his hand and just slightly too fast he pulled the thing out in one way. While Omar gave the boy several big huffs of poppers and then stood by with more poppers ready, Abdul recoated the second one with a second layer of Tina. He had been given leeway to destroy the boy entirely. The larger toy was about as long as his arm, about as deep as Omar’s shoulder. But it ended in a chain mail glove glistening with lube and Tina. He was able to be a little rougher with the boy—the boy’s need to help in the destruction of his own hole was strong. Abdul pushed a little faster, and would get different shapes in and fuck the boy gently before going in. He went rigid at about the depth of the smaller toy and Abdul slowed way down. He got Jeff to open his cunt for another two difficult box-shaped bumps, when he squeezed a bulb connected to a thin tube that ran the center of the custom toy. A small door popped open at the top of the toy and small river of lube laced wih a quarter gram of Tina flowed out. Once he felt the need and hunger register, and the boy’s hole opened with fresh desire, he indicated “Poppers brother.” As Jeff started on his third hit he increased the pressure and the boy hole opened deeper and the final shape went in. Without missing a best Abdul twist gently and the toys delivered a fresh load of Tina from the depth of Abdul’s shoulder all along Jeff ‘s colon to the outer chamber. The Tina entered his bruised and swollen veins deep in his hole, and Abdul increased the roughness, Jeff’s beautiful face twisting, alternating between pain and pleasure. “Double poppers, brother” he said. And as the boy was flying on his eight hit in that set Abdul pushed his square first covered in chain mail in, driving the toy deeper. Jeff’s uterly rigid his mouth in a sllent howl, he fists clenched in shock at the huge invasion of Tina burn and size in his ass and the sudden deep penetration. Abdul then Abdul slowly began pushing his fist deeper, coming to rest just inside the boys second hole. Jeff screamed now— they always did, no matter how many times they had experienced it and Abdul carefully opened his fist and coated the boys second chamber. Not even waiting for it to take effect he began to slowly fist the boys second hole, making the long metal tail attached to his fist fuck the boy as well. Now Jeff began to really feel it and started trying to help. Once that happened Abdul withdrew his fist and slowly pulled the rest of the toy out. He reached down to the last toy that had taken the boy so long to take. It slide in to the hilt without a hitch. He grabbed the tail of it and pushed his fist in. Again the boy took it deeper. For the next two hours he and Omar alternated. Omar would deep fist the boy, getting harder and more brutal, sometimes adding textured gloves or spiked ones. Abdul would use different toys shaped like ones Jeff and taken until he found a size the boy found hard. Then he would slowly open the boy up as he cried and begged first “ Master, please, no more,” then “Master, more, please, use me more.” When the twins tired of using the boy, they called Ezekiel who blindfolded the boy and led him to a small guest room. When he took the blindfold off Jeff was surprised to see one wall alternating between still photos of his defilement and debasement before the twins, in many scenes his mouth was open in a scream. He immediately got hard, and Ezekiel laughed and said, “I told you they were addictive.” He led Jeff into a a small bathroom and gave him a series of very deep enemas. Then he bathed the boy, and after drying him with a soft fluffy towel he rubbed an antibiotic ointment all over the boy. He then handed him a pill and told him to take it. Ezekiel gently tucked the boy into bed, saying quiet “ My masters are very pleased with you, beautiful boy, rest now so they can have you again tomorrow.”

No sooner had the motel room door closed than, a huge man appeared from a shadow. The room was dark. Drapes were all closed. Only a night light shone from the bathroom. A deep voice asked, "You clean boy?" Tom answered that he had showered this morning. That produced a hearty laugh for the giant. "You are green, boy. Get in that bathroom and use the dush bottle. Wait, you're plugged aren't you?" Tom answered, "Sir, my hole is plugged if that is what you mean." The giant stepped from the shadows and said, "Boy, Bill told me your were green, but I had no idea. Get in there, I'll help you. Strip now." Tom obliged taking off his clothes. When he was totally naked, the giant said, "Hell, you are no boy; you are a man. Look at that hair. What happened to your hand?" Tom answered looking at his hand, "Sir, it was an accident in chem lab. I singed the hair if that is what you mean." The giant laughed again. He said, "You want to play football?" Tom answered, "Yes, Sir. I want to play in college." The naked boy stood while the giant pulled out the plug. There was just a little grit left on the plug. "Good job, Bill," he laughed as he examined the plug. Just a touch of fun powder the giant thought. The warm water flowed out in the toilet looking pretty clear. The giant said, "Nice dick, boy. You know how to use it?" Tom answered, "I haven't been able to get with my girlfriend for two weeks. I think it has a hair trigger by now." You won't need it today. Lay down on the bed, that's right on your back. Boy, I have to put a hood on you. Don't panic, it will be fine." Tom felt his arms strapped to the bedframe, a blinding hood was slid over his head, and his legs were left free. Tom was turned on, the pill Coach had given him was working and his cock was at full mast. "Just relax boy and let it happen, you will love it," said the giant. Soon Tom felt a warm wet tongue pushing at his hole. The hole responded after having the plug in for so long. It opened and the giant moaned louder than Tom who was in heaven. The giant laughed saying he would have to floss the pubes out of his teeth. Tom's big cock grew even harder. The giant grabbed his nuts and squeezed them hard. Tom squeeled in pain. The giant laughed saying, "All little piggies squeel." Soon, the giant had taken his own dick and poked at Tom's hole. Tom began to ask for more. The giant made him beg. "What do you want boy? What do you want me to do? Tom replied, "put it in me, please, Sir, I need it?" "Tell me what you need," the giant said," or you get nothing." Tom, overcome with sexual need finally said, "Fuck me." The giant said, "Louder boy, I need to know you really want it." Tom shouted, "Fuck this slut." That turned the giant on even more. He raised Tom's legs up pushed knees over shoulder and shoved his dick in in one fell swoop. Tom screamed. The giant began a merciless pounding of Tom's hole. Tom's own cock leaked precum everywhere as his hole was being battered. Tom's head rolled from side to side as his hole was pummeled and then, just like that, that button in his ass responded and Tom began to cum. He shot more that he thought he had in him. Tom heard the door open and the giant said, "Your turn." Another man climbed on the bed. Tom heard the shower. The giant must be showering. This man started working Tom's nipples, he twisted and pulled, bit, and twisted some more. The nipples were so sore but Tom's big cock was rock hard. Then the legs went up. This time Tom knew the drill and helped. Another cock found its way into Tom's battered hole. The man never said a word, just fucked Tom like a rag doll. After Tom had cum again and new man had left his seed, the stranger got up and left. Tom lay there thinking. Wondering what would come next. The giant took off the hood. The room was very light, movie lights. The camera was gone, so was the camera man. Tom knew he was in trouble.

My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.

Jackson—June, 2023 Sex is not always perfect. I report when it goes bad, too. It was the Wednesday at the end of the month. The middle of the week had, in the past, proved a fun day at the bookstore—the one that had gone through a recent renovation to its playspace. There always seemed to be lots of men around the various viewing stations, secluded cubicles or glory hole booths. If I was lucky, I’d find a guy to show off his ass on the medical exam table. As I arrived, just before noon, the parking lot showed a promising number of vehicles… I go into the darkened area. There are quite a few men standing around. And not one of them is doing anything. But that’s fine—I can usually fix that. I sit on the couch in front of two different screens showing two different genres of porn. I pull out my cock. I see Dirk Caber’s ass being fucked on the big screen. I think back to when I got to fuck him at my first Fornication event in Chicago. I am instantly hard and dripping—knowing just how that ass up on the big screen television feels on my cock. And how it tastes! In moments, a man appears at my side. He is my age, with rather long dark blond hair. The guy is medium height and he’s maintained his body well over the decades. He only has eyes for my wet cock. “Sir, may I suck it?” I nod. I like his attitude. He kneels and gives me a very good blow job. Other men gather to watch the live sex. My sucker pulls off me with a satisfied sigh. He nods to me and leaves. An older man, who watched the whole thing from just behind me, is right there. “My turn?” he asks. I nod. He kneels a little more slowly. A bald man, in a neighboring chair, leans forward and watches intently. This new cocksucker is just as adept. And he remembers my balls. I help him up, when he realizes I won’t be shooting anytime soon. He makes a beeline to the bald guy. “You have to suck that dick,” he whispers, but loud enough for me to hear it. The bald guy seems unsure. His partner insists. I watch the movie. Dirk is now on his back, taking a different cock. The bald guy arrives. “My partner says I should try sucking you.” “Please.” (I love men who want to share with their partners!) He gets on his knees. He is perhaps not as proficient as the first two men, but he is still good. Each time he takes me to the root, the bulge in his shorts gets bigger. He stops when his knees tell him to—and rushes off to find his partner to compare notes. The blond guy is back. “Would you fuck my face this time?’ “Sure.” We move behind the couch. He kneels, with a wall from one of the glory hole rooms behind him. I start easy, a slow stroke and only two thirds of my cock. “Give it to me,” he mumbles with his mouth full. I do. Harder and harder. He grunts his approval each time I speed up or go deeper. He chokes. And he reacts as if I’ve given him the best gift possible. We take a mini-break, and we do it again. Hard and fast. This time his head hits the wall on the last two strokes. His face glows—and again—he thanks me. We take a break. In ten minutes or so, I do it all again with him. He chokes. I pull those long strands of deep throat spittle out of him. I wrap them around my cock and make him take me again. I look down. His cock head is peeking out from the hem of his Bermuda shorts, angry and red and drooling. I fuck his face some more. I would love to make him shoot from my repeated deep assault of his mouth. I fuck and fuck. He gags. And wants a break. I go off and play with a fourth man… * “Will you fuck me?” It’s the face fuck guy. “Sure. Can be use the exam table?” “Naw, I hate guys watching me get fucked.” He leads me into the middle cabana booth. “Everybody saw me fuck your mouth. What’s the difference?” “It’s my ass. I don’t want ‘em to see.” He strips and lies on the bench provided. This makes him far too low for me to get into him. I go to my knees. The floor here is rough concrete. I know my knees won’t take it. “Can we try you on all fours?” “So, you can fuck me like a dog?” Well, yes, actually. He gets up and bends over, standing and holding the back of the bench. He’s the perfect height. The moment I move behind him he kneels on the bench, lowering his ass a good few inches. I lube up. I go to my haunches to rim him. Whoa. There is no way I am putting my face there. “Open me with your fingers. I hate rimming.” I tell him I can tell he’s not ready for a fuck. I make myself sound apologetic. “Bull shit. I cleaned out.” “Well, things must have shifted…” “You just don’t want to fuck me. Lose your hard on?” “I will if I fuck in a dirty ass.” I feel like I want to plunge my finger in there and show him. But I don’t. I just stuff my now wilting erection into my pants. I leave the cubicle. “Loser…” he mutters—but loud enough for me to hear it… Why do guys argue about their clean out? Even the best cleaning can fail after time. I mutter to myself as I go to the washroom and rinse the extra lube off my cock. I am in no mood to stay now. I head home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hot, Then Not (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 21, 2023

One can not lie about ones HIV status, simply because at no point can one know for sure if one is HIV poz or not, unless you are not having casual sex and none of the risk factors (recent blood transfusion, intravenous drug use etc) apply to you. What constitutes "truth" during a casual sexual encounter is different from standards you would use while filling out a job or medical questionnaire. A Top can claim to be a power bottom, a 55 yr old guy can claim to be "young", or a fat guy can claim to be an average or athletic guy without fearing the long arm of the law coming after them, simply because there is a different standard of truth or rather honesty (disclosure of personal information) when it comes to casual sex. People who have casual sex, can only be confident upto 60% that they are neg, because any one sexual encounter can leave you infected. PREP effectiveness is somewhere between 60 to 93% according to a preeminent health journal Lancet, which does research work with real life conditions, and about 87% according to a British Study. Also PREP is not entirely risk free and some people, albeit a few, will not be able to use it safely, even though for the most part, the benefits of using PrEP is far greater than not using it. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lanpub/article/PIIS2468-2667(22)00106-2/fulltext [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.gov.uk/government/news/landmark-study-confirms-effectiveness-of-prep Thus, you can still get HIV inspite of using Prep anywhere between 7 to 40%. I am not condoning the purported actions of this individual. However, there are a lot of questions to be answered in the cases here. Firstly, how did the police come to the conclusion that the gentleman in question intended to spread HIV? Not taking ones medication i.e. PrEP can be due to a variety of factors including depression, costs, or a lack of medical information about PrEP. No one is required by law to take PrEP if they are HIV and having casual sex, simply because — u can be taking PrEP and still end up getting infected. As far as the second charge against the gay-gentleman, time and again entrapment laws have been found to be illegal and immoral in most jurisdictions. The job of the police is not to conduct experiments to see if people will commit crimes, under inducement, but to actually prevent a crime that has begun or going to begin without their encouragement!, or stop one that is already underway. From the articles, I have read about this guy, seems like the police set up this guy up, which is illegal. They could have chosen to put him under surveillance and if found of a crime such as rape or sex with a minor, he could have been lawfully arrested but that is not what happened. Instead, he was set up: Entrapment is illegal and so even the second charge will be dropped in a truly functioning court of law. The big question here is, why are the police going after this guy? I looked up at the prosecuting office, Ada county in Idaho, and its demographic is unusually skewed towards one race, which is about 90% of the population, according to the 2010 census as posted on Wikipedia - Idaho Demographics . I took a look at the picture of the alleged criminal, Alexander Louie, and asked myself, would the whites of Idaho consider this guy White or hispanic/interacial/asiatic etc. How has the demographics of this city changed. Is there a rising non white population, and is there social anxiety/hostility over this changing population of their town/city. Is this guy being targeted due to any possible prejudice?

Yes, there are some of those cases of people deliberately infecting others but although they are very, very rare, they become the stereotype of HIV, into media. I even heard the opposite story, once: a man who told his female partner about his status, the morning after the sexual intercorse; she sued him, he was arrested -house arrest-, 6 years of legal battle until FINALLY his innocence was proven: he has ALWAYS been undetectable untransmittable, no way to harm the woman. What did go wrong there? The case was in Italy, started 2018 and ended in 2024. Was the doctor she went to get post-exposure meds to suggest going to the cops? Did she go to cops directly? I do not know. Despite her coming out negative to HIV test, the procedure went on anyways. And the gap was to the cops too, at that point; I'm certain of the fact Italy's UEqualsU awareness is much less than other countries because of, guess who... I just give the hint of 🔔🛐 Speaking about fictional stealthing, yes I read those stories but they aren't the ones I love the most. Knowing what it means when someone decides for your life, I would never like to do that. Except for some irrational thinking of a fantasy about stealthing unpleasant homophobic people but I even don't get hard at the idea, it's just an anger vent when I read or hear something particularly bad. No one has the right to decide about our life! Hate speech for stealthers? I don't drop down to that level. I just think the matter is not HIV itself; they use it because it makes no "noise" but those kind of folks may even pretend to love you, then when you decide to break up, they burn your face in acid.

I think I found this site when I had to look up what stealthing was. I had a guy ask if I was into it and I had no clue what it was. After that I learned about anon sex here. Now I come to share experiences and read others. I wish it was a little more busy here but ill take what I can get.

just the feeling of being used by a raw cock....just the idea of getting filled by a beautifull cock.... Thinking of the pump

benni_dover is user name. always up for a weekend CumDump hotel scene 🥵🤤hmu if you got a room and wanna slut me out 🤤🥵

befor I came to the US, my Master in Stockholm made me wear a cockcage for a week. I have never been so horny, I was thinking about cock and having my holes filled with cum constantly, and I was dripping. Then, when he removed it, he tied my hands and gave me ablindfold. He ate my ass, knowing that it is a superbig turn-on for me, and he put on clamps on my nipples (so painful) he blew on my little cock, and licked the precum. turnem me over and teased my hole with his cock. I almost cried for him to rape my hole. Finally he did, and since he uses viagra, it took a long time. since it was my last fuck before the US, he used no lube - I should be sore and the pain would reming him. When he finally came, I had ejaculated several times.

Quick pic before i shave my dick again

Got to remember the towel on the seat…. lol

As coach slid the plug back into Tom's ass, Tom moaned and then feeling a warmth moaned again. His dick which never seemed to go all the way down was at half mast. The Coach toyed with the plug a little making Tom squirm. All Tom know for sure was he liked this and he was meeting a real college coach. He might get an offer for next year. Tom knew he wanted to play football and knew he liked what coach was doing. Tom struggled through period 1. He found that if he shifted position in his seat the buttplug would find nice spots in his ass. There was something better about the plug than it was before. It must be what coach put on it, he thought. Finally the bell rang ending the class. Tom stood and the plug shifted a little causing Tom to moan slightly. He hurried to Coach's office and found Coach Rehder ready to sub for Coach's PE classes. Coach Rehder smiled and asked, "Are you full, Tom." Tom replied he hadn't had time for a real breakfast and Rehder only smiled. He said, "Maybe you will get filled up at this interview." With that it was time to go. Rehder went into gym. Coach closed the door and said pants down. Tom obeyed immediately as Coach bent him over and pulled out the plug. It made Tom feel empty. But not for long. Coach had a longer one that he had greased and added something gritty to. Coach worked it in. Tom felt amazing. When he walked the plug did wonderful things to him. They headed to Coach's car and drove toward the motel. Coach said, "You will do everything this coach asks of you, you will not question. I will get you into room, then leave for a while. When I come back, you will be ready for more decisions." "Sure, Coach," was all Tom could think to respond. Do everything this coach asks. OK. When they pulled up in parking lot, Coach gave Tom a small blue pill and said, here swallow this. Tom did. They headed to room 222. Coach knocked on the door. It opened and a huge man appeared. Coach made the intros and said Tom was ready for his interview. I will be down in restaurant. He left the room and closed the door.

My hairy hole with my fuckbud's load dripping out.

I was in LA August 2023 - I went to Slammer on a Friday or Saturday night (can't remember which). It was moderately busy, a few people told me I looked hot, but few people fucked me, although I did get fucked at least 3 times, maybe more. Then I met a guy who fucked me in one of the large booths there - I was wearing a mask since I don't like how I look (I don't like how my face looks). He asked me to take the mask off after fucking me and said I was very handsome - so I was his cup of tea. He was a former athlete, slightly taller than me (maybe an inch or more taller actually, so 6'2, 6'3), muscular, guy, and said he had noticed me but though I was "stand-offish" because I was clearly just trying to get fucked (people have told me this before - so some people go to a total fuck joint for an emotional connection). We spent the rest of the night together. So you never know what's going to happen.

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.

If you can’t swallow any more cum, be smart and turn around. Be sure to say thank you for every load you get in your ass.

I lose my mind for cum. I'll suck literally any cock to get it. I even have a kink for sucking it out of gross guys nobody else would touch. Love cruising and finding cum in puddles on the floor or in discarded condoms. Yes, the pics are me.

I go a few times a week or do some kind of weight training/kettlebells at home. No cardio at gym though, too boring, I try to ride my bike as much as possible instead. I do the weights because I want to keep as much of that muscle mass and bone density going as I can while I’m getting older but also because being a bottom is so fucking competitive and muscles are the best way to get men interested. I have regulars in their early 20s and it kind of amazes me that they keep coming back to fuck a 50+ piece of ass but man do some of them look cute as they bust their loads in my hole so it makes that time at the gym worth it.

I hooked up with a guy visiting in a hotel today - thanks Grindr. He was looking for a blowjob. I was looking for a mouth and ass full. His texts gave me the room number and he said he'd be naked on the bed when I arrived. I got there adn sure enough, the room door was propped open. I went in and it was pitch black. I saw a sliver of light coming through the drapes and made my way to the bed. I felt for his legs and found nice, thick hairy legs and HUGE feet. I got between his legs and went to town on his meat. Big, but not huge, nice and thick, cut and meaty. He was silent until I deepthroated him and he moaned. He held onto y head and fucked up in my throat. This wen on for about 20 minutes before he scooted back on the bed, into a sitting position against the head board. I moved up and resumed suckin. He pushed his hand down the back of my pants and I took the hint - I got rid of the pants and shirt. He fingered my hole and had obviously spit on his fingers. Pretty soon he had me opened up and he said, "You want my cock don't you?" I mumbled a YES around his cock and he pulled out and with very little ceremony he layed on top of me and pushed his cock up my ass. Slowly and methodically I got filled up. I realized he was much bigger than I thought, height wise... he was butt fucking me slow and deep and held my hesd an talked hit in my ear until I felt him jerk a couple of times... and then he buried it up to the hilt and unloaded in my ass. He kind of bit and chewed on my neck a little and humped his cock n my ass until he went soft. He reached over and turned on a light --- MOTHER FUCKER he was hot as hell and hispanic. Needless to say, I left an hour later with two more loads in my hole and a date for brunch tomorrow before his flight home.

I had been with a bud blowing clouds all evening and decided I needed dick in me and as much as I could get. So I went to Steamworks and got a room. All checked in and in the room I quickly did a line and big booty bump. Lubed up. Threw on my tight jock and took a quick stroll around to see what the action looked like. It was busy that night, but not too busy. A few hot daddies with their dicks flopping around definitely looked like fun. I made my way back to my room, dimmed the lights, laid down ass up and opened the door. I watched several guys cruise by, but it wasn't long before a daddy with a big dick stood outside my door stroking his cock to show me what he offered. He was late 50s, nice tight body, shorter than me, with a massive dick. Honestly, he wasn't much to look at, but if the dick is right and he looks like a fun fuck, who cares. I twitched my ass a bit and smiled at him. He came in and shut the door. His hand went right for my ass and he was fingering me before any words were spoken. I took a hit of poppers. He added another finger and stroked his dick. He leaned in to me, "are you a party slut?" he whispered in a naughty, authoritative voice. I nodded my head. "good, I like to plow good party sluts." He moved on top of me and put the head of his cock on my hole. I couldn't wait for him to push it in. I backed up on it and could feel the head slide in. His daddy dick was at least 9" long and I wasn't sure I could take it all at first honestly. But he slid all the way in. And then he did my favorite thing.... He laid down on top of me, pushed in as far as he could, held his dick in position, crossed his arms on top of my neck and whispered into my ear, "I'm going to rape you now." I almost came just from that. He slowly plowed my hole in that position for a few minutes. The weight of his body and his crossed arms on my neck holding me down. Then he stood and moved me into a kneeling position on the bed. His dick never left my hole. I could see my ass in the mirror and his raw cock half in me. And then he began to thrust. Slowly at first then faster. And to my surprise he fucked me harder with his big dick than I could remember ever being fucked. He started grunting, slapping my ass, pushing my head / face into the bed. Called me a slut, "fuck yeah, slut! Take that daddy cock." And then I could hear his breath change, his pace became steady, and I knew he was going to breed me. He came hard, and fucked me through his orgasm. When he was done coming he stayed hard in my hole and slowly rocked. "Yeah, slut, I'm going to push that cum deep in you." And then, without a word he pulled out, smacked my ass, opened the door and left. I had barely laid back down, ass up, before this hot, young, stud with a swimmers build was at my door. "want company?" he asked. "As long as you put that raw cock in me." I said. He came in, shut the door and climbed on top of me. He pushed his dick straight in and said "I like a freshly fucked hole. Saw the daddy you just let use you. And I needed my dick in that hole of yours before anyone else got it." And he pulled me on all fours and started to plow away. He was probably one of the hottest guys I've ever fucked. And younger than me. I typically go for older dudes. Before I knew it he blew his load deep in me. And to my surprise, he didn't pull out, but flipped me over on my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him in me and he kissed me hard and aggressively. His cock seemed to stay hard so I squeezed it with my ass. And he began to pump again. We stayed like that for several minutes and he came a second time. "You are a beast." He said with a smirk. "Stay right here, I'll be right back. I have something for you." And he hopped off and ran to his room... I couldn't wait to see what he came back with... (TBC)

Matt: Damn, all these thought running through my head, my chest hurts, even after going to the gym and working out, shit I’m all keyed up, not sure if it’s the realization that I’m now very rich and can do pretty much what I want to, or the fact that in just about an hour I’ll be picking up my son from work to tell him I’m his dad. I need to get these panic attacks under control, the anxiety is making my heart race. I was all nervous and jittery when I drove over to the Lotto offices earlier in the afternoon and turned in my claim form. The receptionist was all congratulations and very consoling as she most likely was used to dealing with excited winners and bringing the back down to earth. She even had a packet of information she thought might be useful to people like me I said thank you to her and then she gave me a big hug and told me everything will turn out just fine, we both laughed, I wasn’t used to getting hugs from strangers, but I figured that was just her way of helping grounding me in reality. I left the office feeling a little less anxious and nervous. I went on a quick shopping spree, wanting to look my best for Jeremy at dinner I bout a teal dress shirt and a pair of classy black slacks to go with it. I hit the gym and did a nice workout my tension was slowly subsiding, and the eye candy looked even more appetizing today but that’s will be a story for another day, after going home and relaxing to some smooth jazz I started making plans for dinner, reciting how I was going to break the news to Jeremy that his search was over, I knew he’d have questions for me, as I certainly had lots for him. I jotted some of mine down on a note pad so I would forget them in the moment, a moment that I knew would be filled with a lot of emotion, and possibly guilt. I ironed my new nice dress shirt and checked my slacks for wrinkles, I went in and took a long steamy shower to help calm my nerves and to soothe away some of the muscle aches that were beginning to surface, due to the stress of everything, not to mention going a little overboard at the gym. I checked my watch it was 6:45 I looked in the mirror, damn I was a hot looking daddy I straightened my tie and walked out the front door, hopped in my car and drove to the mall. After parking I went inside, I knew I was looking good when I notice even some of the Twinkie boys who usually didn’t pay attention to me while strolling the mall were checking me out, I hope my bulge wasn’t too noticeable, as I had a semi from the time I exited the car. I reached A&F about a couple minutes past 7 and Jeremy was gathering his backpack and stuff as I browsed the store, he had not seen or recognized me all dressed up but had begun walking out of the store when he froze and did a double take, turning around to look at me, a big grin formed on his face and I could tell he was fighting the urge to run up to me and kiss me. I walked forward and he smiled even bigger if that was at all possible. We walked to the car I took in his beauty as we walked, this really the first time I had seen him dressed for business, retail that is. He was dressed in a form fitting A&F dress shirt and Low-rise skinny jeans which hugged his ass and package very nicely but still looked dressy, I could tell this night might get a little uncomfortable for him as his semi was already beginning to strain the fabric, it was good they were of a darker color or the wet spot might have become more evident. As we reached the car I took him in my arms and hugged him, realizing that if things went badly tonight this may be my last chance to do so, he leaned in and kissed me, there in the middle of the parking structure. I really no longer cared if anyone saw, this was my Jeremy and I was his Matt for now. We arrived at the restaurant I let the valet park the car, Jeremy thought that was cool but pretentious, but what the hell we got inside and were soon seated at a table near the back. Before exiting the car and turning it over to the valet I had reached in back and retrieved the manila envelope and had brought it to the table. I ordered a bottle of wine to celebrate us finding each other, if Jeremy only knew the implications of that statement at the time, I also ordered appetizers to start the meal J: who what did your unemployment check arrive today, you seem to be throwing money around M: well sort of, I just want this dinner to be special for you and me, it might be our last after what we have to talk about With that I slid the envelope towards Jeremy, he looked at me with a puzzled look then opened it up and took out the document with the wallet sized photo attached at the top J: um what is this, how did you get this picture, what does this all mean? He looked back and forth between the picture, the paternity document and me several times M: let me first say I never knew, I honestly never knew, secondly I never suspected until I saw that photo on your bookcase and put two and two together, as for the test, I have a friend who does that sort of thing in the lab he owns, I got yours from the strand of hair that got pulled out by the headrest. J: oh my god, I don’t know what to do I let him sit there pondering, I didn’t know what I should do either, I didn’t want to alienate him anymore in his confusion J: so what this tells me, you, you are my father M: it appears so, just take your time and let it sink in He sat there with a look of puzzlement and confusion written all over his face, then he began to smile then smirk looking over the document again looking at the picture the back at me then back to the document, he moved the picture aside revealing what was underneath, he looked back up to me and grinned J: so when did you receive this document, did you already know last night when we slept together, before you bred me in the shower Oh god, he had put It together that I knew he was my son when we had sex last night, this could be the turning point of the evening, luck be with me the hot wait staff had chosen this time to bring the appetizer breaking the tension and stalling the inevitable confession on my part M: yes I knew but I only loved you more because of it Oh my god I just said the “L” word he was going to freak out on me for sure now J: so you knew that you were holding your son in your arms and pressing your…. You knew that I was of your loin, of your flesh, and you still held me that way you still did what you did to me, with me I could tell he was upset, I think, I almost seemed like he was struggling to keep his voice down almost whispering to me his hands shaking, this night might turn into an epic disaster and I had no idea how I was going to stop it from doing so M: Jeremy I’m sorry, I guess I let lust rule me, please don’t hate me, we just found each other , please don’t let US end because I was an ass and let my emotions and my lust rule me He sat there then started picking at the fried polenta dipping it into the marinara J: Matt, I have so many questions and I’m sure your answers are only going to raise more but let me stew for a while and let’s just enjoy this really expensive meal you have ordered for us, it’s the least I can do for you right now I could feel his leg pressing harder on mine under the table as we sat and ate, the pressure getting stronger then backing off then increasing again, my cock was straining in my slacks and I was too frightened to reach down to see if Jeremy’s was doing the same. J: so dad, where do we go from here, do we go on like nothing’s changed or do we start anew and go our separate ways and send birthday cards once a year Oh fuck, I couldn’t read Jeremy, was he upset, turned on, exhilarated, then he reached below the table and squeezed my throbbing hard cock, oh shit he knew I had a hard on for him M: um that’s sort of up to you, son He went back to picking at the plate of appetizers, grinning and looking down at the photo and the document, then sliding both back in the envelope our entrees and the wine arrived, the cute waiter pouring the beverage into the glass and offering a taste before completing his service. He looked back and forth between us and smiled, I noted a hint of a tent behind his apron as he turned to leave. J: you know it’s interesting, he never stopped to card me M: he figured you were my date and that you’d be old enough given my respectable age We both laughed the started in on our meals J: so how long did you and mom date? M: what? J: mom would never talk about you, and Uncle Tony only made innuendo about your dating practices M: your uncle tony should talk, bet he never told you about the time I came to pick your mom up for dinner and she had just stepped into the shower, she always was running late and always took long showers, but there I was sitting in the kitchen and shooting the shit with tony, I’ll admit one of the reasons I kept seeing you mom was your uncle he was a hot high school jock just turned 18, well were shooting the shit and he’s rubbing his crotch right there in front of me, he always had me pegged for a gay boy you see, so he’s trying hard to prove it, we can both hear the water running upstairs and he walks over to me and whips out his cock “you like this don’t you Matt you want to suck it deep in your mouth and feel me cum on your tongue” I sucked him for a couple minutes and he shoot quickly and a huge load too boot, with his cum still on my lips and in my mouth he leaned down and kissed me tasting himself on my lips and sucking some of his cum out of my mouth ”I taste pretty good don’t I?” he returned to shooting the shit like nothing had happened offering me a soda to mask the taste and smell of his sweet cum in my mouth, bet he never told you about that Jeremy was intrigued and I could tell turned on a lot J: so answer my question how long, why’d you break it off? M: well we met in a fitness training class in the spring semester, we started going out and saw each other throughout the summer then when a member of my family was getting married I took her to the wedding in august, were we both got plastered and ended up in bed together, I never knew anything had happened just that we woke up together the next day in her bed in the hotel both doubles were messed up so I figured I had gotten cold and climbed in to get warm, your mom was always like a hot water bottle. In September she started to get too clingy and questioning about what I’d do if I got someone pregnant, with hints of marriage it sort of freaked me out so I finally came out to her and she got upset, her reaction prompted me to break it off saying we shouldn’t see or talk till she could accept me for who/what I am J: oh my god, uncle tony was right. I asked him about you when I was like ten and he blew me off by saying something like “he’s the faggot that knocked her up then split” when I asked about the guy in the photo, mom wouldn’t talk about it and when asked why she kept it she’d just say it was the best picture she had of herself as a young woman M: don’t take offence. But she was kind of homely looking most of the time, and if I remembered right she kissed like an old dog all slobbery and always had bad breath, I know I should talk about her that way, just want to know why she didn’t work out as my beard at the time J: beard? What you mean M: you know some homely girl you bring to family gatherings that keeps the relatives from asking too many question, especially if you’re still in the closet to your family J: oh I see M: so since were on the subject, you did bring it up, how is your mom, and why do you have the picture doesn’t she miss it Jeremy suddenly went sullen and tears began welling in his eyes J: mom died a little over a year ago from breast cancer, and I have the photo because I always wanted to remember her as beautiful, not sick and wasted He started crying right there in the restaurant, I reached down and squeezed his knee to let him know I was there for him, he used his napkin to wipe away the tears, J: thanks for being here, it’s been hard for me to cope with her passing. M: I’ll always be there for you till I take my final breath, now that I have begun to know you, that would be true even if you weren’t my son, we have become friends We finished our entrees before they got cold and the cute waiter came back asking about dessert J: the molten lava cake looks good, although not as good as you Did I just hear that wrong or did my son just hit on the waiter and set up for a possible proposition of out cute waiter. CW: well I’ll just bring you some molten lava cake and your check M: you didn’t J: I did, don’t know if you just been to tied up in our conversation to notice but the restaurant is pretty empty now and he has been staring at us off and on since he brought the entrees and the large puddle of precum on the front of my pants is pretty evident and has been since you told me about uncle Tony, and he has noticed and has had to readjust quite a few times under that apron The waiter brought the dessert and two spoons the fumbled around and sheepishly put the check on the table. I’ll get that for you when you’re ready, he had a big smile on his face as he turned and walked away. We dug into the molten lava cake actually feeding each other on occasion like two love struck teenagers. I picked up the check and smiled. He had given us his employee discount and had written on the top “you two are so cute together, the name is Sam, and I’m off at 10” I looked down at my watch and it was already after 10 but as I glanced over he was waiting in the wings for us. I quickly pulled out my credit card and placed it with the bill, upon setting it on the table he came over and picked it up for processing, then hurried off M: he seems a little nervous J: he seems a lot nervous, hope we didn’t scare him away M: I doubt that, you should have seen what he wrote on the check Sam came back with the charge slip for me to sign M: Sam, sorry we kept you past your shift, why don’t you take care of this and come back and join us S: I’d love too but I have to clock out and go catch my bus, it’s the last one and if I miss it I’ll have to wait till 11 for the manager to drive me home M: We’ll take you home I promise just take care of this and we’ll take care of you Sam hurried off with the charge slip, not looking at it when he left then we both heard him exclaim “holy Jesus, mother of god” I guess he just noticed the tip I left him, he hurried back to the table after handing the manager the charge slip to process S: was that a mistake? Did you intend to leave that tip? I nodded yes and he turned and gave the manager a thumbs up S: I want to thank you, and you’ll really give me a ride home I nodded yes as we began to collect out things, the front placard of my slacks was soaked through with pre-jizz as were Jeremy’s jeans, without the apron it also appeared had a sizable wet spot on the front of his slacks as well, we hurried out to the car strutting through the restaurant with an air of devil don’t care. We got to the car and piled in, belted up then took off, I didn’t bother asking Sam where he lived I just took him back to Jeremy’s J: so Sam how old are you S: just turned 18, now I can serve alcohol at the restaurant, make better pay and tips M: so you live at home? Won’t your parents wonder where you are? S: yeah I live with my Dad, my parent divorced when I was younger Sam pulled out his phone and texted something to someone then reached around Jeremy’s seat and began rubbing my son’s chest from the rear seat M: I take it this isn’t your first time being with another guy S: actually I’ve been out to my dad since I was 14 but other than the normal horsing around with my friends, noting sexual mind you I’m still rather virgin, I just saw you guys pawing each other in the restaurant and thought you wouldn’t mind J: I’m not minding one bit We laughed and exchanged small talk all the way back to Jeremy’s finding out more about Sam, turned out Sam and Jeremy went to the same junior high and high school, obviously not at the same time however Jeremy was a senior when Sam was a freshmen. S: I hope you don’t get freaked out but I have a confession, Jeremy I remember seeing you in high school and having a really hot crush on the captain of the lacrosse team that was you wasn’t it? J: oh my god yes it was, I think I remember you too the little red head that kept coming to the games and cheering us on then lurking around the locker room spying on us as we showered S: oh fuck you saw me? J: not only saw you but went home and jacked off over the possibilities of someday meeting up with you when you were older We all laughed at the situation then realizing it was a fantasy come true for both, laughed some more. I parked the car and we retreated to Jeremy’s apartment